About the song
“Spilled Perfume” first drifted across the airwaves, it wasn’t a raucous, foot-stomping hit, nor was it a tear-jerking ballad designed solely for radio play. Instead, it was something more subtle, more nuanced. It was a song that invited you to listen, to reflect, to maybe even see a bit of your own journey mirrored in its lyrics. It’s the kind of song that, even after all these years, when you hear those opening notes, a quiet recognition settles in. It’s not about big, dramatic gestures; it’s about the quiet, often unspoken, moments that define a life.
Think about it: the very title, “Spilled Perfume,” immediately evokes a sense of something lost, something wasted, yet still lingering in the air. It’s a beautiful metaphor, isn’t it? That lingering scent, a reminder of what once was, a ghost of a past that refuses to completely dissipate. It’s not a sudden, violent break, but rather a slow, almost imperceptible fading, a scent that reminds you of a presence, even in its absence. And that’s where the genius of this song truly lies – in its ability to capture that bittersweet essence of memory and regret, of opportunities missed and paths not taken.
Pam Tillis delivers this song with a restraint that’s truly masterful. There’s no overwrought emotion, no histrionics. Instead, her voice carries the weight of experience, a quiet resignation that only comes with understanding the complexities of human relationships. It’s a vocal performance that speaks volumes without ever raising its voice, a testament to her profound understanding of the material. She doesn’t just sing the words; she inhabits them, making them her own, and in doing so, allows us to make them our own as well. So, as we prepare to listen, open your hearts, and let the delicate, yet potent, aroma of “Spilled Perfume” wash over you.
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Lyrics
I ain’t even going to ask you
I can read you like a book
Girl if I ever saw one that’s an
“I can’t believe I did that” look
You look like something that the cat drug in
So I won’t kick you while you’re down
Let me tell you friend to friend
‘Bout a block I’ve been around
Did you really think last night would last forever
Did you really think that guy hung the moon
Right now you hate yourself ’cause you knew better
But there’s no use crying over spilled perfume
Did you really think last night would last forever
Did you really think that guy hung the moon
Right now you hate yourself ’cause you knew better
But there’s no use crying over spilled perfume
There’s a big difference between lonely
And lonely for way too long
And I knew when he made his move
You weren’t feeling all that strong
So I bit my tongue ’cause I saw it coming
And you danced so close to him
It’s two steps forward and three steps back
When a heart is on the mend
Did you really think last night would last forever
Did you really think that guy hung the moon
Right now you hate yourself ’cause you knew better
But there’s no use crying over spilled perfume
You fell in a moment of weakness
Well you just got to pull yourself back up
Dry your morning-after tears
‘Cause what’s done is done
Did you really think last night would last forever
Did you really think that guy hung the moon
Right now you hate yourself ’cause you knew better
But there’s no use crying over spilled perfume
No use crying over, no use crying over
No use crying over, spilled perfume
