Old Compton Street Blues (2007 Remaster) (2007 - Remaster)

Old Compton Street Blues (2007 - Remaster) - Al Stewart

Oh your pictures they don't really

Do you justice little girl

For you're careful not to let the

Camera touch your private world

And there's just a hint of sadness

In your smile through the dark

As you slip your dress off slowly

For the sailor or the clerk

And it could have been so different

And at times you feel bad

For you really did have something

That the others never had

And the circle turns and turns

And turns so mad little girl

Ah you must have been just fifteen

When you made your mind up first

That you'd make it in the movies

And you couldn't lose the thirst

And it took you to the attic

Where the Agent King holds Court

And his courtesans are fully

Paid up losers of a sort

He looks at you and tells you that

You just might get the part

But you don't get things for nothing

And he doesn't want your heart

And the circle turns and turns

And turns so mad little girl

Mmm you made it to the silver

Screen and yet you're not a star

And advertising corsets

Didn't get you too far

But money has it's favourites

And yours went back to them

So you modelled in a studio

In Greek Street for the rent

There you met Antonio

Your lover from afar

Who put you on the streets to

Make the money for his car

And the circle turns and turns

And turns so fast little girl

Ah your pictures they don't really

Do you justice any more

For they're crumpled now and

Faded and were taken long ago

And that faintly coy expression

Has now left without a trace

Ah there's little of it buried

In the ruins of your face

It could have been so different

And at times you feel bad

For you really did have something

That the others never had

And the circle turns and turns

And turns so mad little girl

For the circle turns and turns

And turns so sad little girl

Oh the circle turns and turns

And it's too bad little girl