éjjel egykor
felfedeztem Marianne Faihtfullt
jó, mi? mit csináltam én akkor, amikor kamasz voltam és faltam a zenét?
nem tudom. de vele szerintem sosem találkoztam

THE BALLAD OF LUCY JORDAN
(Shel Silverstein)

The morning sun touched lightly on
the eyes of Lucy Jordan
In a white suburban bedroom
in a white suburban town

And she lay there neath the covers
dreaming of a thousand lovers
til the world turned to orange
and the room went spinning round

At the age of 37
she realized she’d never ride
through Paris in a sports car
with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing
as she sat there softly singing
little nursery rhymes she’d memorized
in her Daddy’s easy chair

Her husband he’s off to work
and the kids are off to school
and there were oh so many ways
for her to spend the day

She could clean the house for hours
or rearrange the flowers
or run naked through the shady street
screaming all the way

At the age of 37
she realized she’d never ride
through Paris in a sports car
with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing
as she sat there softly singing
pretty nursery rhymes she’d memorized
in her Daddy’s easy chair

The evening sun touched gently on
the eyes of Lucy Jordan
on the rooftop where she climbed
when all the laughter grew too loud

And she bowed and curtsied to the man
who reached and offered her his hand
and he led her down to the long white car
that waited past the crowd

At the age of 37
she knew she’d found forever
as she rode along through Paris
with the warm wind in her hair

az apja angol volt, az anyja osztrák-magyar származású, Eva von Sacher-Masoch, unokahúga annak a bizonyos Leopold von Sacher-Masochnak

a hangja kontralt. épp jól tudom azt a hangmagasságot vele énekelni, persze, csak halkan, mert nagyon éjszaka van már
az első ember volt, aki a filmvásznon kimondta a fuck szót, amit nem illik kimondani senkinek, aki egy kicsit is ad magára