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02 November 2009 @ 03:11 pm
Hail, Grammy, the Root of All Evil  
45 years ago, Jack Jones got a Grammy Award for singing a Burt Bacharach tune which was then just a sweet, catchy bit of fluff. I happened to hear it a few times during my childhood because all media in the house was owned and controlled by my father, although he was not quite the robotic dictator that might make him sound like. This song I later found out fit the myth it was a part of much better than mid-60s reality. Still, it was catchy, and I can even write its lyrics by memory as it plays out in my mind.

My friends, this is why we still can't have nice things. Note the "I'm warning you." WTF does that mean, really?

Friends and Lovers - Burt Bacharach

Hey, little girl, comb your hair, fix your make-up.
Soon he will open the door.
Don't think because there's a ring on your finger,
You needn't try any more

For wives should always be lovers, too.
Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you.
I'm warning you.

Day after day, there are girls at the office,
And men will always be men.
Don't send him off with your hair still in curlers.
You may not see him again.

For wives should always be lovers, too.
Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you.
He's almost here.

Hey, little girl, better wear something pretty,
Something you'd wear to go to the city.
And dim all the lights, pour the wine, start the music.
Time to get ready for love.
 
 
Current Mood: annoyedannoyed
Current Music: Demons in smoking jackets singing in my ears