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Uploaded on Dec 5, 2011
This song is about Hadley Richardson Hemingway, who was married to American author Ernest Hemingway between 1921 and 1927. She was the first of his four wives. Carpenter explained the inspiration for the song to Express Night Out (a publication of the Washington Post): "This song was something I've been wanting to write, or investigate, since I was in college. That's when I first read [the Ernest Hemingway memoir] A Moveable Feast.......what got my attention was that his first wife, Hadley, was sort of a shadowy figure in literary history and his life. I was always fascinated by her. People are aware of the story that he fell in love with her best friend and left [her]. This is a song about her life in Paris with him, before all of that happened. In A Moveable Feast he looks back to his life in Paris with Hadley, before the fame, the money, and the corruption if you will, and he always seemed to indicate that that's when he did his best work. " With regard to Hadley, he says in those memoirs, "I wish I had died before I ever loved anyone but her." Hemingway dedicated his first novel The Sun Also Rises to Hadley and to their son, John Hadley Nicanor Hemingway. It was, he said, the least he could do. All royalties from this book also went to Hadley. Hemingway was, it was said, devastated that he was losing a woman he had loved and still loved.
We packed up our books and our dishes Our dreams and your worsted wool suits We sailed on the 8th of December. Farewell old Hudson River Here comes the sea And love was as new and as bright and as true When I loved you and you loved me.
Two steamer trunks in the carriage Safe arrival we cabled back home It was just a few days before Christmas We filled our stockings with wishes And walked for hours Arm in arm through the rain, to the glassed-in café It held us like hothouse flowers
Living in Paris, in attics and garrets Where the coal merchants climb every stair The dance hall next door is filled with sailors and whores And the music floats up through the air There's Sancerre and oysters, cathedrals and cloisters And time with it's unerring aim For now we can say we were lucky most days And throw a rose into the Seine
Love is the greatest deceiver It hollows you out like a drum And suddenly nothing is certain As if all the clouds closed the curtains and blocked the sun And friends now are strangers in this city of dangers As cold and as cruel as they come
Sometimes I look at old pictures And smile at how happy we were How easy it was to be hungry. It wasn't for fame or for money It was for love Now my copper hair's gray as the stones on the quay In the city where magic was
Living in Paris, in attics and garrets Where the coal merchants climb every stair The dance hall next door is filled with sailors and whores And the music floats up through the air There's Sancerre and oysters, cathedrals and cloisters And time with it's unerring aim
For now we can say we were lucky most days And throw a rose into the Seine How I can say I was lucky most days And throw a rose into the Seine