There's this song I love. I never hear it and I don't know where the CD is. But I found myself humming it the other day as I was washing dishes.
Today a funny thing happened. I was returning some stuff at LL Bean and as I walked in, this song started. I can't help but think that it means something. The song is Anchorage by Michelle Shocked (Mercury, 1988). Here are the lyrics, for those of you who are interested:
"I took time out to write to my old friend
I walked across that burning bridge
I mailed my letter off to Dallas but her reply came from
Anchorage, Alaska
She said, Hey girl it's about time you wrote
It's been over two years, my old friend
Take me back to the days of the foreign telegrams
And the all night rock and rolling
Hey Chel we was wild then
Hey Chel you know it's kinda funny
Texas always seems so big
But you know you're in the largest state in the Union
When you're anchored down in Anchorage
Hey girl I think the last time I saw you
Was on me and Leroy's wedding day
What was the name of that love song you played?
I forgot how it goes
I don't recall how it goes
Anchorage
Anchored down in Anchorage
Leroy got a better job so we moved
Kevin lost a tooth, he's started school
I've got a brand new eight month old baby girl
I sound like a housewife
Hey Chel, I think I'm a housewife
Hey girl what's it like to be in New York?
New York City, imagine that
What's it like to be a skateboard punk rocker?
Leroy says send a picture
Leroy says hello
Leroy says keep on rocking, girl
Keep on rocking"
This song says so much to me. And if you've never heard it, you should try and track it down because just reading the lyrics doesn't do it justice. I suppose I understand it a lot more now than when I first fell in love with it. Because the realization that you sound like a housewife can be pretty overwhelming.
3 comments:
I love that song too. Reminds me of you, my old friend. And now we both sound like housewives. I think we are housewives ;-).
I love that song - thank you for posting it. It's been years, and yes, I too think I am a housewife. It's a tough realization for those of us who used to have a career that we were happy with! On another note, Meemu didn't start talking until 18 months. I thought she was quite late, and then it slowly started. Now, at close to 23 months, she is speaking in full sentences and starting to use pronouns. So don't worry with the little guy. It will come.
I am not a housewife, but I do miss a good friend. NYC here you come.
amy
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