Baron

Okay, I'll hijack Apple's thread to post the other side of the coin - the fantasy. Apologies to Apple.

The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan by Shel Silverstein

The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of lucy jordan
In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town
As she lay there ’neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers
Till the world turned to orange and the room went spinning round.

At the age of thirty-seven she realised she’d never
Ride through paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair.
So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she’d memorised in her daddy’s easy chair.

Her husband, he’s off to work and the kids are off to school,
And there are, oh, so many ways for her to spend the day.
She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers
Or run naked through the shady street screaming all the way.

At the age of thirty-seven she realised she’d never
Ride through paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing as she sat there softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes she’d memorised in her daddy’s easy chair.

The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of lucy jordan
On the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter grew too loud
And she bowed and curtsied to the man
who reached and offered her his hand,
And he led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd.

At the age of thirty-seven she knew she’d found forever
As she rode along through paris with the warm wind in her hair ...

I aplogise again to Apple. [-o<

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Thanks Lorlie for reading. Glad it brought back old memories. I remember bubalicious. I still like bubblegum. I don't think girls have changed so much, the Kenny type vs the Rock Star. It's the same smell. And as old as I am, Lorlie, I really like Nickelback.

ANIMALS

So come on baby, get in
Get in, just get in
Look at the trouble we're in

We were parked out by the tracks
We're sitting in the back
And we just started getting busy
When she whispered "what was that?"
The wind, I think 'cause no one else knows where we are
And that was when she started screamin'
"That's my dad outside the car!"
Oh please, the keys, they're not in the ignition
Must have wound up on the floor while
we were switching our positions
I guess they knew that she was missing
As I tried to tell her dad it was her mouth that I was kissing.

OOh, I like the Ballad of Lucy Jordan. I've never heard it before. Hijacking can be fun, Baron.

Baron

Marianne Faithful did the original recording but I think it's been covered quite a few times. Shel Silverstein wrote for her to help her "comeback" in the early seventies.

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Apple, this was wonderful. Really well written, and simple in language but not simple in message. By calling Kenny "dangerous boy," you bring up so many clear high school associations -- the quest for coolness, the faux-bravado of highschool guys; the utter nonsense of it all -- and at once deify and lambast the object of your affection. As for myself, I have not matured past the deifying, self-righteous stage with my love, so I admire the way you've done this very much.
I have one nitpick, about the lines under "Earth Angel." They bugged me; I cannot say why. But again, a truly good read.

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Lorlie

Sorry for the hijack Apple, blame cheap white wine, and me. . [-o<

Baron,

I could not remember the song for sure, but have just utubed it, I remember the Dr hook version, but checked out the Marianne Faithfull one, wow. wow, wow.
Thanks for that.

Apple,

WOhoooo, Nickleback, that man could recite my grocery list and keep me tuned in.
Have Animals utubeing as I write this.

Lorlie

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Baron

I'll add the link for good measure

YouTube - Marianne Faithfull - The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan

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ms. vodka

liked this one, apple.

but i've always been fond of your work.

jen

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