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People I know places I go
Make me feel tongue tied
I can see how people look down
They're on the inside
Here's where the story ends
People I see, weary of me
Showing my good side
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside
Here's where the story ends
Ooh here's where the story ends
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
Oh I never should have said the books that you read
Were all I loved you for
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes me wonder why
& it's the memories of the shed that make me turn red
Surprise surprise surprise
Crazy I know, places I go
Make me feel so tired
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside
Oh here's where the story ends
Ooh here's where the story ends
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
& who ever would've thought the books that you brought
Were all I loved you
For
Oh the devil in me said go down to the shed
I know where I belong
But the only thing I ever really wanted to say
Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong
It's that little souvenir of a colorful year
Which makes me smile inside
So I cynically, cynically say the world is that way
Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise
Here's where the story ends
Ooh here's where the story ends
Make me feel tongue tied
I can see how people look down
They're on the inside
Here's where the story ends
People I see, weary of me
Showing my good side
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside
Here's where the story ends
Ooh here's where the story ends
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
Oh I never should have said the books that you read
Were all I loved you for
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes me wonder why
& it's the memories of the shed that make me turn red
Surprise surprise surprise
Crazy I know, places I go
Make me feel so tired
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside
Oh here's where the story ends
Ooh here's where the story ends
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
& who ever would've thought the books that you brought
Were all I loved you
For
Oh the devil in me said go down to the shed
I know where I belong
But the only thing I ever really wanted to say
Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong
It's that little souvenir of a colorful year
Which makes me smile inside
So I cynically, cynically say the world is that way
Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise
Here's where the story ends
Ooh here's where the story ends
Lyrics submitted by spliphstar
Track duration: 03:55
"Here's Where the Story Ends" as written by H. Wheeler D. Gavurin
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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I know because she was my 15 year old girlfriend who liked me for a couple months. We used to be childhood playmates till we decided to go to the shed and look at my dads PLAYBOY mags and read the forum from age 14 to 15 . Suddenly that was the only time she would hang out with me, reading and looking at dirty mags in the shed. Then like 2 robots we did it, in the shed. She got pregnant walked around the hood (with her little souvenir) showing her pregnancy(smile inside was the babies not hers). People were weary of her good side and looked down on her, understandably so because she never had a baby. We still went to the shed and alls she wanted to say was (wrong and where the story ended) that she's going to terminate her pregnancy. I thought we were going to have a baby, together. She told me no way, the ONLY reason she liked me was for the magazines. end of story. End of baby and its smile inside her. Now read the lyrics and think about it.
Now it reminds me of The Reader (Der Vorleser).
A story that doesn't end until you realise you don't really love the person (the only thing you want to say - "I love you" - is wrong) and finally pluck up the courage to end things.
I'd say today I clearly think the little souvenir is a book of some sort. It makes the most sense with the title as well. Here's where the story of her fling ends. Here's where the book she has as her last memento ends.
However, in the past I've spiraled through a couple different meanings for the song. Admittedly some because I have a devil of a time understanding the enunciation of some of her words. At times I've thought the "little souvenir" was a child she had out of wedlock. And at times I've though the "shed" was first a place where she fooled around with a boy, second a place where she was taken for punishment by her father. Like maybe she had a fling in the shed, got pregnant, and was punished, and now is stuck with a baby.
It's a sad, yet pretty tune from 20 years ago! Thanks for keeping it alive. (Chappell sure forgot they have it in their catalog.) Great arrangement by her (now) husband and his melody is obviously coaxed by her vocal range and musical ideas.