trippy
Do you have a song or movie you loved as a child, that you revisited later in life only to realize it was about something totally scandalous?
When I was a little kid living in the southeastern Indiana wilderness, my favorite pasttime was sitting in front of my mother's huge, monolithic stereo with my head swallowed by those giant cushy 70s headphones, listening to mom's record collection. She had some really great albums - Thriller (of course), She's So Unusual by Cyndi Lauper, Purple Rain - but my favorite was probably Colors of the Day by Judy Collins. It was a greatest hits collection that included her cover of Leonard Cohen's "Suzanne" (the song responsible for my middle name), a really uplifting version of "Amazing Grace" (which never fails to bring me to tears), and a variety of other folksy songs, including "Sunny Goodge Street."
A while ago, I started waxing nostalgic and jonesing for that album. After much searching, I acquired the CD and kept it in the vicinity of the stereo in the kitchen, so I could listen to it while doing dishes and whatnot. Yesterday, I came across the CD in a drawer and transferred it to my car. As I was driving to work, "Sunny Goodge Street" came on, and for the first time since I was 6 or 7, I really listened to the lyrics.
AND REALIZED THAT THE SONG IS ABOUT TAKING A LOT OF DRUGS AND HALLUCINATING
On the firefly platform on sunny Goodge Street
Violent hash smokers shook a chocolate machine
Involved in an eating scene
Smashing into neon lights in their stoned-ness
Smearing their eyes on the crazy coke goddess
Listening to sounds
Of Mingus Mellow Fantastic
"My, my," they sigh.
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
In dollhouse rooms
with colored lights swinging
strange music boxes sadly tinkling.
Drinking the sun,
Shining all around you.
"My, my," they sigh.
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
The magician, he sparkles
in satin and velvet
You gaze at his splendor
with eyes you've not used yet
I tell you his name is
Love love love
"My, my," they sigh
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
When I was a little kid living in the southeastern Indiana wilderness, my favorite pasttime was sitting in front of my mother's huge, monolithic stereo with my head swallowed by those giant cushy 70s headphones, listening to mom's record collection. She had some really great albums - Thriller (of course), She's So Unusual by Cyndi Lauper, Purple Rain - but my favorite was probably Colors of the Day by Judy Collins. It was a greatest hits collection that included her cover of Leonard Cohen's "Suzanne" (the song responsible for my middle name), a really uplifting version of "Amazing Grace" (which never fails to bring me to tears), and a variety of other folksy songs, including "Sunny Goodge Street."
A while ago, I started waxing nostalgic and jonesing for that album. After much searching, I acquired the CD and kept it in the vicinity of the stereo in the kitchen, so I could listen to it while doing dishes and whatnot. Yesterday, I came across the CD in a drawer and transferred it to my car. As I was driving to work, "Sunny Goodge Street" came on, and for the first time since I was 6 or 7, I really listened to the lyrics.
AND REALIZED THAT THE SONG IS ABOUT TAKING A LOT OF DRUGS AND HALLUCINATING
On the firefly platform on sunny Goodge Street
Violent hash smokers shook a chocolate machine
Involved in an eating scene
Smashing into neon lights in their stoned-ness
Smearing their eyes on the crazy coke goddess
Listening to sounds
Of Mingus Mellow Fantastic
"My, my," they sigh.
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
In dollhouse rooms
with colored lights swinging
strange music boxes sadly tinkling.
Drinking the sun,
Shining all around you.
"My, my," they sigh.
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
The magician, he sparkles
in satin and velvet
You gaze at his splendor
with eyes you've not used yet
I tell you his name is
Love love love
"My, my," they sigh
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la