Marianne Faithfull

"The Ballad of Lucy JordanThe morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy JordanIn a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban townAs she lay there 'neath the covers dreaming of a thousand loversTill the world turned to orange and the room went spinning round.At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd neverRide through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair.So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singingLittle nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair.Her husband, he's off to work and the kids are off to school,And there are, oh, so many ways for her to spend the day.She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowersOr run naked through the shady street screaming all the way.At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd neverRide through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hairSo she let the phone keep ringing as she sat there softly singingPretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair.The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy JordanOn the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter grew too loudAnd she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached and offered her his hand,And he led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd.At the age of thirty-seven she knew she'd found foreverAs she rode along through Paris with the warm wind in her hair"

"Never apologize, never explain - didn't we always say that? Well, I haven't and I don't."

"Rebellion is the only thing that keeps you alive!"

"The way I choose to show my feelings is through my songs."

"The voice of God, if you must know, is Aretha Franklin's."

"I never trusted anybody at all. I don't know why it was so hard, I just didn't."

"You can’t get rid of me that easily,” I replied (there’s a little bit of truth in all kidding). “Don’t be so silly, darling. God, I thought I’d really lost you this time.” “Wild horses,” I said, “wouldn’t drag me away.” My mother was there, too. I think she’d been by my side the entire six days. Mick had been drumming back and forth from the movie location. Nothing stops Mick when he’s working, not even an attempted suicide! I wouldn’t expect different."

"to that. You couldn’t go through that. You just"

"Chris Black-well, who owned Island Records. Blackwell loved the tracks and said, “Let’s take it the whole way.” My God, we were on! We cut the rest of"