Music, film, and poetry in perfect unison.


The Ballad of Lucy Jordan/Thelma and Louise clip

I fell in love with this song the first time I heard it as I watched Thelma and Louise. There are songs/movies that provoke feelings that can overwhelm you and so you listen/watch them when you know you want to go to those places. The lyrics, poetic and gritty, combined with Faithfulls voice are simply mesmerizing. It is a girl thing, and I rarely do girly. I have included the lyrics. Beautiful poetry from an extraordinary woman who lived the rock dream/nightmare and survived to tell.

THE BALLAD OF LUCY JORDAN

by Marianne Faithfull

 

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 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,

 

and 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 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 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 shed memorized

 

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,

 

as 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…

   

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