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Ah, now I don't hardly know her
But I think I could love her
Crimson and clover
Ah when she comes walking over
Now I've been waitin' to show her
Crimson and clover over and over
Yeah, my, my such a sweet thing
I wanna do everything
What a beautiful feeling
Crimson and clover over and over
Crimson and clover over and over
Crimson and clover over and over
Crimson and clover over and over
Crimson and clover over and over
But I think I could love her
Crimson and clover
Ah when she comes walking over
Now I've been waitin' to show her
Crimson and clover over and over
Yeah, my, my such a sweet thing
I wanna do everything
What a beautiful feeling
Crimson and clover over and over
Crimson and clover over and over
Crimson and clover over and over
Crimson and clover over and over
Crimson and clover over and over
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Crimson, a deep red, is the color of passion: engrossed involvement. Clover, by contrast, is a free-roaming wild flower with light green leaves, planted
Crimson, a deep red, is the color of passion: engrossed involvement. Clover, by contrast, is a free-roaming wild flower with light green leaves, planted
Crimson, a deep red, is the color of passion: engrossed involvement. Clover, by contrast, is a free-roaming wild flower with light green leaves, planted & carried by accidental breeze. Sun beams filtering through a tropical sea. The singer sees a girl he may have seen before, maybe not, one late summer afternoon. This accidental aspect is key to the sense of mystical serendipity. The whole world is dying around them, everything being spent from the hourglass in the global tent city. Yet, on this afternoon, they share a strange love: deep like crimson, yet simple & whimsical, like a clover turning through the blue without destination. It is not just a sensual fantasy of the girl walkin’ over: this is but the departure point for a motif that substitutes for the inherent contradiction in beauty – fixation & encounter, engrossment & accident. The memory of this rare moment, wherein these two opposite feelings join, becomes a mantra, transcending the original event, replicating itself in the mind as a template for all sacred accidents & events. Each repetition of the phrase can be applied to a new moment, echoing like playful light through crystal blue water: a beautiful feeling indeed.
him seeing the most beautiful girl and wanting to bang the shit out of her, over and over.
who hasnt been there?
Tommy James is a treasure! And "Crimson and Clover" is a PERFECT song! Mostly because it triggers such different responses to the question, and songmeanings.net asks the same question, "What does this song mean to YOU?"
There's beauty in its ambiguity.