Aloha! Jag har tagit en paus i mitt i städande som pågått i tre dagar. Musiken har öst på som fan och det gör den även nu. Tills en viss låt dök upp och jag kände med en gång att jag var tvungen att blogga lite. Så det gör jag, för låten handlar om en hemmafru som närmar sig 40-årsåldern och upptäcker att hon aldrig gjort det hon alltid drömt om. Texten är viktig, därför ska jag göra något jag svurit till mig själv att aldrig göra: Lägga upp en låttext. Men låten säger allt och mycket mer än vad jag någonsin skulle kunna...
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 shed 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 ...
PEACE OUT!
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 shed 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 ...
PEACE OUT!
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