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At Seventeen by Janis Ian
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ypn9oKaO-3E
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…
A brown eyed girl in hand me 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
Marries into what she needs
With a guarantee of company
And haven for the elderly…
So remember those who win the game
Lose the love they sought to gain
In debitures 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 knew 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
when dreams were all they gave for free
to ugly duckling girls like me…
We all play the game, and when we dare
We cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown
That call and say: “Come on, dance with me”
And murmur vague obscenities
At ugly girls like me, at seventeen…
That is sad!
Bit of a weepy!
Quite weepy!
Isn’t it just?
Yeah.
Take care Rob!
Bisous,
Dawn
Thanks Dawn.
Every time I try to open your blog, my computer freezes. All the other blogs seem OK: just yours misbehaving. Are you experiencing any problems?
Are you trying to say you think I might be frigid? Oh no! That’s weird…I hope my blog ain’t misbehavin’!
Thanks of letting me know. (not that I have the slightest idea what I should do now.
What if I have a virus?
I follow too many blogs really, which means I don’t visit yours often enough: sorry about that. I definitely don’t think you’re frigid. I can’t remember whether I told you about the magazine we’re launching? I was wondering if you might like to become a regular contributor? You’d certainly gain a larger readership.
Yay! I’ve been holding my breath for months in hope of some form of celebrity! Wait…I’m taking a deep breath.
Oui!!!!
Thank you Rob! You have made my day.
May I send you an overview to deltadawn@hotmail.fr tonight?
Please do! I’m so excited!
It’s far from finished but you could take a look at how far we’ve got with it: http://www.sexthismonth.com
Wow! It look really professional.
I’m glad you think so. I think it’s a bit too cluttered and I don’t like the software much. But the important thing is the quality of the content. We need some really strong articles. Is there a particular genre that would suit you?
mauvais genre? that was a stupid joke. I really like erotic poetry and funny sexy fiction. Maybe it is a little busy. That’s easy to fix. (I think.)
Sorry, I am a poor, ignorant monolinguist, much to my shame! I can find a home for both poetry and funny fiction. I am only sub-editor. I’ve asked for the fantasy/fiction section, so we are well met. Molly is the editor: you will get to know her.
Do you want to write under a pen-name and, if so, can you think of one (or will you use Pivoine)? Also, you will need a bio: just a very brief overview of your sexual mores and potted history of how you arrived there.
The stupid thing about Pivoine is, I didn’t look before I started writing my blog but there are several other Pivoine68′s in France. I’ll have to think about that.
I think I’m having a panic attack. It will pass. Then we can get on with the program.
No need to panic: all is perfectly safe. What does Pivoine mean? (just curious)
It means peony, my fave flower. 68 is my birth year.
Oh, OK. I don’t know why, I thought you were much younger than that. Strange how one’s brain invents to fill a void!
I hope you are not too disappointed!
No, not at all. If anything, it’s better: you will have more experience to draw upon!
Yay!
Probably I’m too old for the job.
Never too old for sex; never too old to write about it.
True. I’ve gotta go. Have a good evening and thanks so much. We’ll be in touch. I hope.
Bisous,
Dawn
I don’t know if it’s the saddest, but this song, which I remember well is sad, poignant and oh so true. Another song that is sad, but comes from a completely different genre, is “The Last Farewell”.
I’m not familiar with The Last Farewell: whose is that?
As I said, completely different style and message, but it always made me sad:
The Last Farewell lyrics
Songwriters: R.a. Webster;Roger Whittaker
There’s a ship lies rigged and ready in the harbor
Tomorrow for old England she sails
Far away from your land of endless sunshine
To my land full of rainy skies and gales
And I shall be aboard that ship tomorrow
Though my heart is full of tears at this farewell
For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
I’ve heard there’s a wicked war a-blazing
And the taste of war I know so very well
Even now I see the foreign flag a-raising
Their guns on fire as we sail into Hell
I have no fear of death, it brings no sorrow
{ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/r/roger-whittaker-lyrics/the-last-farewell-lyrics.html }
But how bitter will be this last farewell
For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
Though death and darkness gather all about me
And my ship be torn apart upon the seas
I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands
And the heaving waves that brought me once to thee
And should I return home safe again to England
I shall watch the English mist roll through the dale
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
Hi Rachel,
Yes, I remember it now and I agree. I’m old enough to remember Roger Whittaker performing it on Top Of The Pops! Thanks for the memory jog.
Rob.
I have been gone for a while, was on vacation, so I’m not up to date. How’s your health?
I’m fine now thanks. They never did find a cause, so they put it down to a “virus”, which is medi-speak for “we haven’t a clue”!
here’s one: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ROK6Y7ynQww&feature=share
and here’s another:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HcqckD-h5b0&feature=related
Thanks Rachel.
yes sad … but good too
I agree: it’s a beautiful song.
OMIGOD!!! I’m taking my heart that just split in 2 and Fedexing it to you. Those lyrics should come with a gun. Heartbreaking Rob.
Have you not heard the song before? It is a slap in the face, isn’t it?
It’s sad. I remember it well. She was like a little vagabond with a guitar,
That’s the one. I can’t recall anything else she did but that one song could qualify as a life’s work.
In a similar vein, I could suggest J.T.’s “Another Grey Morning”: music to slit your wrists by!
Just what I need. I’m going to ITunes directly.
I hope that’s a joke! Don’t leave me, Susannah.
its a joke
Or how about “Angie” from the Rolling Stones?
He whines too much for me. Never been much of a Mick fan. John Lennon, James, Patti Smith.
It was from the brief period when they actually had a talented guitarist though.
Dionne Warwick “Heartbreaker”?
I thought of another tear-jerker: Bobby Whitlock’s “Thorntree In The Garden” off Layla (Derek and the Dominoes)
Thanks for sharing the song.
*deep sigh*
Also, I’m here to let you know I have nominated you for the BLOGGING WITH GRACE AWARD (I love your blog, is why!) If you’d like to participate I write about it here: http://justbeingthoughtful.wordpress.com/2012/07/18/question-813/
Thanks Addie, I am most flattered.