Psyche
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At seventeen
zondag 5 april 2015 om 15:15
I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired.
The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth.
And those of us with ravaged faces
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone
Who called to say come dance with me
and murmured vague obscenities
It isn't all it seems
At seventeen.
The brown eyed girl in handy-downs
Whose name I never could pronounce
said, Pity please the ones who serve
They only get what they deserve.
The rich relationed hometown queen
Married into what she needs
A guarantee of company
And haven for the elderly.
Remember those who win the game
Lose the love they sought to gain
Indebentures of quality
And dubious integrity.
Their small town eyes will gape at you
in dull surprise when payment due
Exceeds accounts received
At seventeen.
To those of us who know the pain
Of valentines that never came,
And those whose names were never called
When choosing sides for basketball.
It was long ago and far away
The world was younger than today
And dreams were all they gave for free
To ugly duckling girls like me.
We all play the game and when we dare
To cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown
That call and say, come dance with me
and murmur vague obscenities
At ugly girls like me
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lhFnOAwr96o
That love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired.
The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth.
And those of us with ravaged faces
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone
Who called to say come dance with me
and murmured vague obscenities
It isn't all it seems
At seventeen.
The brown eyed girl in handy-downs
Whose name I never could pronounce
said, Pity please the ones who serve
They only get what they deserve.
The rich relationed hometown queen
Married into what she needs
A guarantee of company
And haven for the elderly.
Remember those who win the game
Lose the love they sought to gain
Indebentures of quality
And dubious integrity.
Their small town eyes will gape at you
in dull surprise when payment due
Exceeds accounts received
At seventeen.
To those of us who know the pain
Of valentines that never came,
And those whose names were never called
When choosing sides for basketball.
It was long ago and far away
The world was younger than today
And dreams were all they gave for free
To ugly duckling girls like me.
We all play the game and when we dare
To cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown
That call and say, come dance with me
and murmur vague obscenities
At ugly girls like me
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lhFnOAwr96o
Mirror Mirror cant you See? What you Show is Killing Me
zondag 5 april 2015 om 18:03
Nou ja daar kan je dan niks aan doen he. Maar het goede moet dan nog komen natuurlijk, als je genoeg andere talenten, omstandigheden en eigenschappen hebt meegekregen dus kruis je vingers.. anders is het huilen tot in je graf, als iemand tenminste nog dat gat voor je wil graven.
En als het vuur gedoofd is komen er wolven
zondag 5 april 2015 om 19:52
quote:shala91 schreef op 05 april 2015 @ 19:26:
Liedje gaat er inderdaad over dat je eigenlijk niet weet hoe het werkt als je zeventien bent. Dus.
En dat de levens van die populaire meiden er een paar jaar later helemaal niet meer zo florissant maar oersaai uitzien (And high school girls with clear skinned smiles - Who married young and then retired.) (The rich relationed hometown queen
married into what she needs - A guarantee of company and haven for the elderly) en het lelijke eendje er dan veel beter voor staat (Their small town eyes will gape at you - in dull surprise when payment due exceeds accounts received).
Janis zegt er zelf dit over: "To me it's never been a depressing song. It says 'ugly duckling girls like me,' and to me the ugly duckling always turns into a swan. It offers hope that there is a world out there of people who understand."
http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=2586
Liedje gaat er inderdaad over dat je eigenlijk niet weet hoe het werkt als je zeventien bent. Dus.
En dat de levens van die populaire meiden er een paar jaar later helemaal niet meer zo florissant maar oersaai uitzien (And high school girls with clear skinned smiles - Who married young and then retired.) (The rich relationed hometown queen
married into what she needs - A guarantee of company and haven for the elderly) en het lelijke eendje er dan veel beter voor staat (Their small town eyes will gape at you - in dull surprise when payment due exceeds accounts received).
Janis zegt er zelf dit over: "To me it's never been a depressing song. It says 'ugly duckling girls like me,' and to me the ugly duckling always turns into a swan. It offers hope that there is a world out there of people who understand."
http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=2586
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