CCC95: Carry On Regardless

First of August… how many years ago? You remember that day?
You’d been working in Saudi… two months of our letters. No internet then. Photos exchanged.

Meet you at the airport, you said, please.

Oh, I was undecided. My friend drove me there.
I was late, your plane already landed.

We sat in the bar and talked. And talk. And talked.

Then you hired a car and we went out to the coast, walked hand in hand in the sand, the surf swirling around our feet.

I remember then you turned to me, your deep cornflower eyes intent on mine, melting me, stealing my breath. Oh, that sun-drenched windswept Ingrid Bergman kiss.

Don’t know what I’m doing here
I’ll carry on regardless
Got enough money for one more beer
I’ll carry on regardless
Good as gold, but stupid as mud
He’ll carry on regardless
They’ll bleed his heart ’til there’s no more blood
But carry on regardless
Carry on with laugh
Carry on with cry
Carry on with brown under moonlit sky
I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs
Not in the star signs
Or the palm that she reads
I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss
Not in the next life
I want it in this
I want it in this
Got one note to last all week
I’ll carry on regardless
The hill to happiness is far too steep
I’ll carry on regardless
Dried his mouth in the Memphis sun
He carried on regardless
Tried to smile and he bit his tongue
But carry on…
Source: LyricFind

About crispina kemp

Spinner of Asaric and Mythic tales
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23 Responses to CCC95: Carry On Regardless

  1. castorpblog says:

    Beautiful story and beautiful song.

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  2. castorpblog says:

    Memories are the real jewels in the life I think

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Maybe similar. Maybe not.

    Do you remember that sunny day
    Somewhere in London
    In the middle of nowhere
    Didn’t have nothing to do that day
    Didn’t wanna do nothing anyway
    You got a way of walking
    You got a way of talking
    And there’s something about you
    And now I know I never ever
    Wanna be without you
    I wanna be haunted by the ghost
    Of your precious love

    The first time I saw you
    Standing in the street
    You were so cool you could’ve
    Put out Vietnam
    All the girls asks “what’s he like?”
    I says, he’s kind of shy
    But that’s the kind of girl I am,
    He’s my kind of guy
    I wanna be haunted by the ghost
    Of your precious love

    I’ll build my world around you
    I’ll bless the day that I found you
    I’ll stay beside you, I’ll never leave
    Or tell you all those lies that you’d never believe

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  4. You name your blog “Richmond Road.” That’s enough to haunt me. Or to taunt me?

    Like

  5. Dale says:

    Crispina, this was lovely and romantic and feels like one of those once in a lifetime moments. Who would not want an Ingrid Bergman kiss?
    Just so lovely.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Romantically exotic and lonely, even, despite the kiss….

    Liked by 1 person

  7. “Ingrid Bergman kiss” – oooh, that has so much nuance. Love the allusion (and the alluded movie).

    Liked by 1 person

  8. This was lonely and warm and beautiful!

    Liked by 1 person

  9. Amazing how songs take us back to those memories.

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