Image. 1. Stanislas's party
It was a party in a house on Fitzroy Road, around the corner. The place smelt slighty of weed. A crowd of about 25, all of whom seemed to know each other quite well.
A girl with blond with sholder length hair wearing jeans and a hand-woven top sat on the wooden floor and sang "in the pines" in a very English accent:
Black boy, back boy don't lie to me,
tell me where did you sleep last night?
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
I shivered the whole night through.
My love, my love, where will you go?
I'm going where the cold wind blows.
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun doesn't shine.
I shall shiver the whole night through.
Black boy, black boy don't lie to me,
tell me where did you sleep last night?
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
I shivered the whole night through.
His wife was as railroad woman,
A mile and a half from here.
Her head was found in a driver's wheel
And her body was never found.
My love, my love, where will you go?
I'm going where the cold wind blows.
You caused me to weep and you caused me to mourn
You caused me to leave my home.
I had seen her before outside the Engineers' one saturday afternoon when I was returning from Camden Lock along the canal. It was sunny and she was lying on her back on the pavement with sunglasses on. I wondered if she was Russian. There was Stanislas and another girl sitting besides her on the low sil outside the pub near the pavement and she was saying something to them.
A girl with blond with sholder length hair wearing jeans and a hand-woven top sat on the wooden floor and sang "in the pines" in a very English accent:
Black boy, back boy don't lie to me,
tell me where did you sleep last night?
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
I shivered the whole night through.
My love, my love, where will you go?
I'm going where the cold wind blows.
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun doesn't shine.
I shall shiver the whole night through.
Black boy, black boy don't lie to me,
tell me where did you sleep last night?
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
I shivered the whole night through.
His wife was as railroad woman,
A mile and a half from here.
Her head was found in a driver's wheel
And her body was never found.
My love, my love, where will you go?
I'm going where the cold wind blows.
You caused me to weep and you caused me to mourn
You caused me to leave my home.
I had seen her before outside the Engineers' one saturday afternoon when I was returning from Camden Lock along the canal. It was sunny and she was lying on her back on the pavement with sunglasses on. I wondered if she was Russian. There was Stanislas and another girl sitting besides her on the low sil outside the pub near the pavement and she was saying something to them.