Class of ’58 (Alternate live version from January 24, 2004 show at the Tractor Tavern, Seattle)

(Al Stewart)

 

In the beginning there were session musicians backing cabaret singers who were masquerading as teenage stars

Doing bad cover version of American hits with a whole lot of echo and borrowed riffs on jazz guitars

For all this false enthusiasm they don't seem alive

In this brand new world you will be old at 25

You will be old at 25

And it's a rapid burn

It's a hard, hard lesson to learn

It`s a hard, hard lesson to learn

 

Then came the kid with the red Colorama

And the Watkins copycat echo chamber and the toothy grin

With one hand glued to the tremolo wand

While the singer moves around like an Elvis clone

They packed them in

And every song was short and sweet and every beat was fast

And every paper in the land said rock-and-roll won't last

You know it won't last, it's just a rapid burn

And it's a hard, hard, hard lesson to learn

It's a hard, hard, hard lesson to learn

 

Whatcha gonna do when its all over, whatcha gonna do right now?

Whatcha gonna do when its all over, are you going to get along somehow?

I just don't know, I just don't know

Feeling like I do right now

Ask me tomorrow, ask me tomorrow…

 

From a barebones start, no skill, just heart, its funny but a little sophistication was creeping in

They put a down payment on a Stratocaster got an organ sound they borrowed from Johnny and the Hurricanes

There's a man who's a producer and he puts their record out

But the song comes out on Oriole and does not make the charts

It feels like the end

And it's a hard, hard, hard lesson to learn

It's a hard, hard, hard lesson to learn

 

Whatcha gonna do when its all over, whatcha gonna do in life?

Will you get a steady job now, will you get a wife?

I just don't know, I just don't know

Feeling like I do right now

Ask me tomorrow, ask me tomorrow…

 

Oh, you drift a while but the itch won't go away

You find yourself another band, one that can really play

It all just clicks one day

 

Ooh-ah, now I'm on a package tour

Ooh-ah, gonna have a hit for sure

Brian Epstein says I've got talent to spare

I've got a flip side co-write, my name's right there

Ooh-ah, now I'm on a package tour

 

Ooh-ah, now I'm on the radio

Ooh-ah even Ready Steady Go

I've met Andrew Loog Oldham and Cathy Maguire

It's a party in town

Ooh-ah, now I'm on the radio

Now I'm on the radio….

 

I may not know much, but I do know I'm partial to an E-Major chord through a stack of Marshalls

 

Then came the first American tour and an endless succession of motel rooms and sleepless nights

From ramshackle clubs in the back of beyond to fourth on the bill with the Kinks and the Hollies and the Dave Clark Five

It's a long, long way from Liverpool to Sunset Boulevard

When everybody says you're cool life does not seem so hard

It doesn't seem so hard, it feels it's been earned

And it's a hard, hard, hard lesson to learn

It's a hard, hard, hard lesson to learn

 

Think I'm falling over myself to get to the other side

These pieces of my past just get in the way,

I've got to leave them all behind

There's a palm tree growing in front of my house underneath a yellow sky

And these local girls won't leave me alone, I don't even know just why

 

Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la,

I've got to get up soon

Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, it's the middle of the afternoon

Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, there's nothing I would really change

Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, the band are acting kinda strange

They ought to act their age

 

Something's going wrong with Johnny

He doesn't seem to be the same

He sits all night in his hotel room, checked in under a different name

People come and go all through the night, they're never people that I know

Doesn't seem to want to play much now, he's late for almost every show

 

If you don't quit that habit you've got, you're gonna lose everything

If you don't quit that habit you've got, you're gonna lose all your friends

If you don't quit that habit you've got, you're gonna lose everything

If you don't quit that habit you've got, you'll be gone before the spring

You'll be gone before the spring

 

The band broke up in a screaming fit,

They were trying to say it was my fault, but you know it really wasn't, no not that way

I took the first plane out and went back to the high street apartment that I used to live

You know its funny I don't remember it that small

Call my friends, come to the story they're the friends I used to know

And if any of them felt sorry well they did not let it show

It's just that I'm on my own

And it's a hard, hard, hard lesson to learn

It's a hard, hard, hard lesson to learn

 

The days went by and the cash ran dry and it seemed like time I should put together another band {Forgets lyrics}

…I never really got the hang of this psychedelic sound

Backward tapes and sitar sounds don't belong in rock

I look stupid in a caftan and I cannot talk the talk

Oh I cannot talk the talk, it feels like the end.

And it's a hard, hard, hard lesson to learn

It's a hard, hard, hard lesson to learn

 

What are you gonna do when you're over 30 and you haven't got a car?

Will you be a roadie or a driver?  Will you work in A&R?

I just don't know, I just don't know

Feeling like I do tonight

Ask me tomorrow.

Ask me tomorrow.

 

There's a trunk in the attic of my parents house where I keep my souvenirs

And its piled with books and covered in dust, I haven't been in there in years

There are posters from 1964, yellow bordered photographs

People I don't recognize anymore, the clothes they wore would make you laugh

But I still get out the guitar now and then, play at the local pub

They've all grown fat, their hair is thin, funny how they love that stuff

 

Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, you can say that I've got stuff

Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, I think I've gotta like my life

Being born into times like these, times like these, times like these….

Being born into times like these