This is the eighth in an occasional series of songs from my collection, with the intent of introducing music to younger readers that they may gain appreciation of music from the classic years, 1957-1990.
I have lived long enough to hear the "popular" music industry become ever-more formulaic, lazy, uninspiring and cynical; delivering "units" and "artistes" as interesting and memorable as polished mud.
Meaningful songs that eloquently convey a story, sentiment, or social comment and make it to national consciousness are rare these days. If you agree this song is meaningful, please introduce it to someone young; they might enjoy becoming "musical archaeologists".
Todays song, titled "LemonHaired Ladies", released in 1971, is by a singer called DORY PREVIN.
Dory Previn |
On the album, Mythical Kings & Iguanas - hear the song here |
As a lament to a former and younger love(r), this song expresses resignation to the fact her younger partner treats her badly; because of the age difference he knows he can?
This song is acknowledged to be about the departure of her then husband to actress Mia Farrow (a lemon haired lady), as documented in her autobiography, "Midnight Baby". In the 1970s Dory gained a significant following for her dark and honest views on life and love, drawing heavily on a troubled childhood, her marriage (to conductor Andre Previn) and mental ill health.
LEMON HAIRED LADIES
Whatever you give me I'll take as it comesDiscarding self-pity I'll manage with crumbsI'll settle for moments, I won't ask for lifeI'll not expect labels like lover, or wifeIf showing affection embarrasses youI will not depend, and I will not pursueFor you are younger than I, younger than I, younger than IAnd I am wiser than youThe 1 a.m. phone-calls, you're here, then you're goneCome when you need me, I won't carry onI'll simply accept you the way that you areUnsure and unstructured, my door is ajarThose lemon haired ladies of twenty or soOf course you must see them, just don't let me knowDon't let me know, whatever you doFor you are younger than I, younger than I, younger than IAnd I am weaker than youI'll give you a yearMaybe two, maybe threeThen what will happen?Where will I be?You're still a boyBut what about me?What about me?What about me?Why must you treat me with such little care?I've so much inside me I'm aching to shareWhy am I constant to someone like you?Children don't know the meaning of "true"Those lemon haired ladies, why must you see them?All that I want, in your eyes is to be themTime is on their side, that's all I lackOh, I wish you would just go awayNo, come backCome back. Go awayCome back. Go awayWhat in Hell can I do? I'm supposed to be wiseFor I am older than you, older than youYou're so self-centred, the games that you playDo as you please, well, you will anywayOf course you will see them, no use to pretendFor you are younger than I, younger than IThose lemon haired ladiesAnd they will win in the end
Read the next article in the series or hear the next song in the series.
For the index of all songs in this blog click here.
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