You don't have to be a baby to cry
All you need is for love to go wrong
You don't have to be a baby to cry
Or to lie awake the whole night long
When you leave me my golden rainbow disappears
And you leave me a broken heart that's full of tears
These ain't rainbows in my eyes, why should I lie
You don't have to be a baby to cry
When you leave me my golden rainbow disappears
And you leave me a broken heart that's full of tears
These ain't rainbows in my eyes, why should I lie
You don't have to be a baby to cry
You don't have to be a baby to cry
The 60s were supposed to be the Golden Age of Pop, but an awful lot of it was rubbish.
We've forgotten most of the rubbish, but we've also forgotten some of the good stuff.
The Caravelles seem to have disappeared from the collective memory without trace
—
which is a pity — because this performance is a minimalist masterpiece. (One thing that
has only
recently struck me is the antanaclasis on `you leave me'). It does everything it's
supposed
to, and leaves it at that. It delivers a simple truth eloquently. Sometimes life
just is crap; and —
no — you
don't have to be a baby to cry, just like the girls say.