The Ballad of Lucy Jordan
Marianne Faithful
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…
*sob*Welp, at least I’m not thirty-seven for a few more months….:cry: there’s still time to get to Paris!
I love Marianne Faithful (and this sad song), but Im sorry you feel down.37 isn’t even middle-aged, these days – plenty of time to find a way to where ever your Paris lies!
Wow…very sad song. 🙁 Touching, though. It made me really think, so that’s a good thing. Thank you for sharing it. 🙂
*ahem*I’m past 37. As a matter of fact, I’m been 39 for a few years now.God. Does that mean I’ll be needing a face-lift soon?
Break out the Botox, baby! 😀
Break out the Botox, baby! 😀
I think I’m breaking out in the BUtox latelyj/k
Hahah. Busta move! Shake that BUtox!
:lol:You elderly people are hilarious!:p
Hahah. And those of you in our peer group are pretty funny, too. :p
Hehe. You’ll lose your hearing soon enough. You won’t need to put your fingers in there!
I thought you were going with ear trumpets, which are a very hott accessory for the spinster.Your candles will set your head on fire!
Peeshaw! I will simply invenst in some Ear Funnels!
:doh: I’ll blame that brainfart on senility!
One of the unsung classics from the past