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The morning sun touched lightly on
The eyes of Lucy Jordan
In a white suburban bedroom
In a white suburban town
And she lay there 'neath the covers
Dreaming of a thousand lovers
'Til the world turned to orange
And the room went spinning round
At the age of 37
She realized 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 memorized
In her Daddy's easy chair
Her husband he's off to work
And the kids are off to school
And there were oh so many ways
For her to spend her days
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 37
She realized 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 memorized
In her Daddy's easy chair
The evening sun touched gently on
The eyes of Lucy Jordan
On the rooftop 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 37
She knew she'd found forever
As she rode along through Paris
With the warm wind in her hair
The eyes of Lucy Jordan
In a white suburban bedroom
In a white suburban town
And she lay there 'neath the covers
Dreaming of a thousand lovers
'Til the world turned to orange
And the room went spinning round
At the age of 37
She realized 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 memorized
In her Daddy's easy chair
Her husband he's off to work
And the kids are off to school
And there were oh so many ways
For her to spend her days
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 37
She realized 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 memorized
In her Daddy's easy chair
The evening sun touched gently on
The eyes of Lucy Jordan
On the rooftop 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 37
She knew she'd found forever
As she rode along through Paris
With the warm wind in her hair
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Than she had an affair with a friend of mine, so I kicked her out, and after a short while, when he realised what she was really like, so did he. She tried desperately to come back. Her depression worsened.
One day she called me, sounding so blissfully happy, and saying that I should call her tomorrow. When I finally realised what that all meant, the long white car had already been and gone. She had already seen Paris though. Oh, and, she was 37 (not joking).
However, the main character is not very positive. She has kids still at school and has no
love or even responsibility towards them. She dreams of thousand lovers and stupid drive through Paris at the age of 37!? She is obviously selfish and net very inteligent. If a woman at that age behaves like that I feel no sympathy for her. Of course, there is tragedy, the song is sad, the main tragedy is for the children . having such a mother.
The sadness of the song is that she got to this state in her sad life. Her only escape was in death.
What was she on that morning? Til the world turned to orange
And the room went spinning round"
The sadness of the song is that she got to this state in her sad life. Her only escape was in death.
What was she on that morning? Til the world turned to orange
And the room went spinning round"
Before I could ever form an opinion, my dad told me it was his mother's favourite song, by Marianne Faithful, and, unless I am mistaken, of all time.
This song is a reflection of someone trapped in 'everyday life', be it unappreciated, banal, forgettable, or just neither what she had dreamed nor what she wanted. My grandmother was someone I never met, never had the chance of meeting. She died when my father was a child. Almost straight after a hideously lengthy and depressing divorce. I know almost nothing about her, my father can barely bring himself to talk about her and I have only seen one photo in my entire life. She is this collection of 'things' to me, I can't even really put a face to the name (I can only assume I have her right name, and haven't forgotten the correct one.) She was a woman who in my vague knowledge of her, escaped to continue her life and be happy, only to die pretty much straight after.
Man. Now. I sound all depressed.
This song is beautiful.
Sad.
(when all the laughter grew too loud.)
Ruined/Ruining.
Listening to this song makes me feel crazy sometimes. When you really think about it, things you CHOOSE to do don't make a lot of sense.
(and there were oh so many ways,for her to spend her days,
she could clean the house for hours, or rearrange the flowers,
or run naked through the shady street
SCREAMING ALL THE WAY)
When she gets home, hubby sends her to a shrink, who is a friend/lover, drug supplier of hubby,She also has to take care of hubby's senile father. She looks at what fun she's had with the Gypsies and where she's stuck because her parents married her off to this bore. She never got to do the backpacking thru Europe thing, or tear up the Champs d'Elisee in a sports car. She flips/snaps and poisons a whole bunch (all?) of her husband, shrink, inlaws and kids. Takes some fun pills and climbs onto the roof of her 3 or 4 story house in her birthday suit and wants to fly away from it all. She was convicted of murder (8? counts; I think she killed a Gypsy or 2 also)and gets put in a psychiatric type prison. Last I heard of her , her parents were trying to get home to the U.S. to finish her sentence in an American facility. The song was the theme song for the movie. It's a true story and I apologise for not remembering the trivia that goes with the story. It's true and whackey and song fits perfectly as do your comments. It may also have been used in the movie Thelma and Louise.