English was acclaimed for his starring role in the 1978 Australian TV series Against the Wind - he won the TV Week Logie Award for 'Best New Talent in Australia'. He also co-wrote and performed the score with Mario Millo (ex-Sebastian Hardie). The series had international release, known as Mot alla vindar (1980) in Scandinavia,[7] where both "Six Ribbons" and "Against the Wind" were released as singles, both singles and the soundtrack album peaked at #1 on the Norwegian charts; the first single, "Six Ribbons" and the album, peaked at #4 on the Swedish charts.
During 1983-1985, English won four Mo Awards with three consecutive 'Entertainer of the Year' awards and a further 'Male Vocal Performer' in 1985. English has performed in Gilbert and Sullivan's operettas Pirates of Penzance, The Mikado and HMS Pinafore from 1984. Performances of Essgee Entertainment's productions of the Gilbert and Sullivan trilogy from 1994 to 1997 were broadcast on Australian TV, they were all released on VHS and subsequently on DVD.
She Was Real
Jon English Lyrics
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It was cold and it was dark,
When I stopped my Harley,
And I looked down at my road map,
I thought I had gone too far,
It was one of those Autumn nights,
Pitch black, with a mist in the air,
When you can't see anything close up,
So I pulled out my flashlight,
And shone it in the night,
I heard a voice calling softly,
And I caught her in the light,
She was all dressed in jeans and leathers,
She looked lost and afraid,
And she whispered, βcan you help me,
I must have lost my way?β
She was real, my heart did a somersault,
She was real, she came near,
I said, βHey, you gave me quite a turn,
Just what the hell are you doing out here?β
She was real, she said, βI don't rememberβ
She was real, she looked at me,
So I said, βWhere do you want to go?β
She said, βI live by the seaβ,
She was real, I swear she was real β¦
Well I ain't no Greek statue,
But she was something to be seen,
She had this long dark hair, eyes like a cat,
She was no more than nineteen,
And you see I didn't think it right to ask,
Just why she was all alone, I just took it to be
Boyfriend trouble, so I said, βI'll take you homeβ.
She was real, she gave me her address,
Or else I wouldn't be here,
She was re she climbed up on the back of my bike,
And she showed no fear,
She was real, soft she put her arms around me,
She was real, she held on tight,
And she was real as we shouted our conversation,
As we thundered through the night, faster,
She was real, I swear she was real β¦
It was raining, and the mist was coming in,
She looked at me, she said, βHey, I want to get home fastβ,
I told her I'd do my best,
And when I asked her out next Saturday,
God help me, she said yes,
And the wind was snatching our voices away,
But I felt good inside,
There was me and Suzy riding out there,
Just busting with pride, feeling good,
And she was real when I took the roundabout,
Just as real as the wind in my hair,
She was real when I turned to look at her,
My God, she wasn't there,
She was real, she told me her name,
I went shouting out the same,
I went stumbling through the undergrowth,
Screaming like a man in pain,
My God she must have fallen off,
But I swear I didn't feel her fall,
I went looking, searching, looking,
And then I gave the cops a call,
The cops came, found nothing,
It was sunrise when they got there,
Nine am when the searching broke,
I guess it must have been the look on my face,
That told them it weren't no joke,
So I gave them Suzy's address,
And they took me round there in the car,
I just wanted to go with them,
I couldn't face my Harley,
And Suzy's mother answered,
She had Suzy's hair and Suzy's eyes,
And when I told her what had happened,
She just broke down and she cried,
And she told me I was cruel and heartless,
To tease an old lady so, and she told me,
Suzy died on that roundabout twelve years ago β¦
She was real, there's a photo on the fireplace,
Dated 1965, but she was real,
she was on the back of my bike,
she was soft, she was alive,
I swear she was real, I ain't going crazy,
I touched her and she touched me,
So I guess I'll get on back to that roundabout,
She's waiting there for me, she's waiting,
She's real, I swear she's real, she was real (2x),
I ain't crazy, she was real (2x), I ain't crazy!
The song "She Was Real" by Jon English tells the story of a man who thought he had a chance encounter with a woman named Suzy who he met on a dark and misty autumn night. She appeared to be lost and afraid, so he took it upon himself to help her find her way home. He offered her a ride on his motorcycle and they spent the night riding through the rain, shouting over the noise of the wind. But when he turned to look at her, she was no longer there. He searched for her, but could not find her. Later, he discovered that Suzy had died on that very roundabout twelve years ago.
The lyrics of the song are very poignant and evocative. They capture the sense of loneliness and longing that the singer feels as he realizes that the woman he thought was real was actually a ghost. The use of imagery, such as the misty night and the wind in the rider's hair, is very effective in conveying the mood of the song. The emotional impact of the song is enhanced by the fact that the singer never knew that Suzy was a ghost until the very end, which makes his feelings of loss and despair all the more poignant.
Line by Line Meaning
It was cold and it was dark
The setting was chilly and there was no light
When I stopped my Harley
When I parked my Harley motorcycle
And I looked down at my road map
And I glanced at my map of the road
I thought I had gone too far
I believed that I had traveled beyond my intended destination
It was one of those Autumn nights
It was one of those evenings in the fall season
Pitch black, with a mist in the air
Completely dark, with a foggy atmosphere
When you can't see anything close up
When visibility is poor and objects nearby are not visible
But you know there's someone there β¦
But you have a feeling that there is another person present
So I pulled out my flashlight
So I took out my handheld light source
And shone it in the night
And directed its beam into the darkness
I heard a voice calling softly
I perceived a gentle voice calling out
And I caught her in the light
And I illuminated her with the flashlight
She was all dressed in jeans and leathers
She was wearing jeans and leather clothing
She looked lost and afraid
She appeared confused and frightened
And she whispered, βcan you help me, I must have lost my way?β
And she softly said, 'Could you assist me? I seem to have become disoriented'
She was real, my heart did a somersault
She was genuine, my heart leaped with excitement
She was real, she came near
She was authentic, she approached me
I said, βHey, you gave me quite a turn, just what the hell are you doing out here?β
I exclaimed, 'Hey, you startled me, what the hell are you doing in this location?'
She was real, she said, βI don't rememberβ
She was authentic, she responded, 'I cannot recall'
She was real, she looked at me
She was genuine, she gazed at me
So I said, βWhere do you want to go?β
So I asked, 'Where would you like to travel?'
She said, βI live by the seaβ
She replied, 'I reside near the ocean'
She was real, I swear she was real β¦
She was authentic, I sincerely believe she existed
Well I ain't no Greek statue
Well, I am not a statue from ancient Greece
But she was something to be seen
But she was a sight worth beholding
She had this long dark hair, eyes like a cat
She possessed long dark hair and eyes resembling those of a cat
She was no more than nineteen
She was not older than nineteen years
And you see I didn't think it right to ask
And you see, I believed it was inappropriate to inquire
Just why she was all alone, I just took it to be boyfriend trouble
Just why she was without company, I simply presumed it was due to issues with her boyfriend
So I said, 'I'll take you home'
So I stated, 'I will transport you to your place of residence'
She was real, she gave me her address
She was genuine, she provided me with her home location
Or else I wouldn't be here
Otherwise, I would not be in this situation
She was real, she climbed up on the back of my bike
She was authentic, she ascended onto the rear of my motorcycle
And she showed no fear
And she displayed no signs of fear
She was real, soft she put her arms around me
She was genuine, gently she embraced me
She was real, she held on tight
She was authentic, she grasped firmly
And she was real as we shouted our conversation, as we thundered through the night, faster
And she was genuine as we vociferously conversed, while speeding through the night, faster
She was real, I swear she was real β¦
She was authentic, I pledge that she truly existed
It was raining, and the mist was coming in
It was raining, and the fog was rolling in
She looked at me, she said, 'Hey, I want to get home fast'
She glanced at me, she uttered, 'Hey, I desire to arrive home swiftly'
I told her I'd do my best
I informed her that I would exert my utmost effort
And when I asked her out next Saturday
And when I proposed to go on a date with her the following Saturday
God help me, she said yes
For heaven's sake, she agreed
And the wind was snatching our voices away
And the wind was carrying our voices off
But I felt good inside
But I experienced a sense of contentment within me
There was me and Suzy riding out there
There was me and Suzy journeying together
Just busting with pride, feeling good
Overflowing with pride, feeling great
And she was real when I took the roundabout
And she was authentic when I drove around the circular intersection
Just as real as the wind in my hair
Equally as genuine as the breeze blowing through my hair
She was real when I turned to look at her
She was authentic when I glanced at her
My God, she wasn't there
My goodness, she was not present
She was real, she told me her name
She was genuine, she disclosed her name to me
I went shouting out the same
I proceeded to shout out the same name
I went stumbling through the undergrowth
I began to walk unsteadily through the thick vegetation
Screaming like a man in pain
Yelling loudly akin to a man experiencing agony
My God she must have fallen off
My goodness, she must have fallen from the motorcycle
But I swear I didn't feel her fall
But I solemnly declare that I did not sense her falling
I went looking, searching, looking
I proceeded to search, explore, and continue looking
And then I gave the cops a call
And subsequently, I contacted the police
The cops came, found nothing
The police arrived, discovered nothing
It was sunrise when they got there
They arrived at the location during sunrise
Nine am when the searching broke
Nine o'clock in the morning when the search concluded
I guess it must have been the look on my face
I suppose it was evident from my expression
That told them it weren't no joke
That indicated to them that it was not a laughing matter
So I gave them Suzy's address
Therefore, I provided them with Suzy's home location
And they took me round there in the car
And they transported me to that place in a vehicle
I just wanted to go with them
I simply desired to accompany them
I couldn't face my Harley
I could not confront my Harley motorcycle
And Suzy's mother answered
And Suzy's mother responded to the door
She had Suzy's hair and Suzy's eyes
She possessed Suzy's hair and Suzy's eyes
And when I told her what had happened
And when I informed her of the events that occurred
She just broke down and she cried
She simply collapsed and sobbed
And she told me I was cruel and heartless
And she informed me that I was unkind and lacking compassion
To tease an old lady so
To torment an elderly woman like that
And she told me, Suzy died on that roundabout twelve years ago β¦
And she disclosed to me, Suzy passed away on that circular intersection twelve years ago
She was real, there's a photo on the fireplace
She was authentic, there is a photograph on the mantelpiece
Dated 1965, but she was real
With the date of 1965, but she truly existed
She was on the back of my bike
She was seated on the back of my motorcycle
She was soft, she was alive
She was gentle, she was living
I swear she was real, I ain't going crazy
I affirm she was genuine, I am not becoming insane
I touched her and she touched me
I made physical contact with her and she reciprocated
So I guess I'll get on back to that roundabout
So I suppose I will return to that circular intersection
She's waiting there for me, she's waiting
She is anticipating my arrival there, she is waiting
She's real, I swear she's real, she was real (2x)
She is genuine, I pledge she is genuine, she truly existed (2x)
I ain't crazy, she was real (2x), I ain't crazy!
I am not insane, she was genuine (2x), I am not insane!
Lyrics Β© O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: JONATHAN JAMES ENGLISH
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Sara yy
OMG, this is a hell of performance. Absolutely brilliant.
RemyJackson
Jon was certainly great at blending his theatrical experience into his music. You can see the entire story of the song playing out in just the expressions of his face.
John Smith
I was 12 when the album that this song is from came out. I remember hearing the single Some People and thought I would buy the cassette. Then I heard such great tracks as Waterloo, Straight Ahead and Hell or High Water and was blown away, but this song sent shivers down my spine and I spent hours listening to it. This is one of my all time favorite albums and moves me to this very day. Great memories.
Mrtn-Prdsn
You describe my experience as well, to the last letter, Brother. I was about the same age, i'm 52 now.
emilian kanava
This is one of the greatist song ever. Greetings from Finland. I love Jon so much.
TheLeonie9
Jon will ALWAYS live in our hearts <3 - this clip posted on the day that we lost The Amazing Man <3 :( He was an amazing story teller - absolutely loved every second watching Jon sing 'She Was Real' - Miss you today, tomorrow and ALWAYS Petal <3 xxx
Marian Hamre
John english blue eyes
Paul Cybotron
One of, if not the best, song Jon ever recorded, and a great number for Jon & the Bros to leave your ears ringing for days, perfect for Jon's theatrical delivery on stage too....
DKashman
Love this song always have, I can see a whole stage play or even movie based upon this song.
I had the privilege of seeing Jon a few times in concert but the two that stand out are 1979 Opera house steps and around 1997 Burwood NSW RSL , That night his crew and he almost ran me and my Mum over as they hurtled out of the car park, They stopped he smiled and apologised and then rolled on.
jaybeesoz
thank you for posting this i remember being in the audience at St George Leagues club in 1983 to see Jon English an Marcia Hines perform for their Jokers & Queens Tour. I was lucky enough to spend time backstage after this show. Jon was distant but Marcia was charming and gracious. I had not heard this song before and it sent chills down my spine after this performance!!!!!!!! Front row, I was mesmerised by the story!!!!!!!!!!!!!