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Song Lyric Sunday – Fancy

The prompt from Jim:

Our theme this week is songs that mention the words Fraud, Hypocrite, Phony, Pretender, or Snob and this was suggested by Angie Trafford.


There’s no better place to go when you are looking for songs related to the prompt today than the country catalog.

“Fancy” was written by Bobbie Gentry (“Ode to Billie Joe”) and released on her 1969 album of the same name. It reached #26 on the country chart and was also a crossover hit reaching #8 on the Adult Contemporary Chart.

”Fancy” is a rags to riches song, but very unconventional in its approach. The protagonist’s mother encourages her to seek her way out of poverty through prostitution. For many it is a song of empowerment depicting a woman who did whatever she needed to do to escape the reality of living in poverty.

Society is very hypocritical of sex workers, but the reality no one ever wants to face is without customers, there would be no prostitution.

When I hear this song I often remember a documentary I saw about sex workers in a third world country many years ago. So many of the women they interviewed chose that life over the reality of the life that awaited a woman in traditional households during that time. They felt like at least they had a sense of freedom.

Reba McEntire loved the song but got pushback when she wanted to record it. Song selection is critical in the ‘brand’ of a singer and singing a song about a prostitute making good was not exactly the kind of song her producer wanted her associated with. There was also concern that the song would be too closely associated with Bobbie Gentry. But she pushed and recorded the song in 1990 on her “Rumor Has It” album and it peaked at #8 on the charts.

 

“Fancy”, written and performed by Bobbie Gentry and performed by Reba McEntire
Lyrics from songfacts.com

I remember it all very well lookin’ back
It was the summer I turned eighteen
We lived in a one room, rundown shack
On the outskirts of New Orleans
We didn’t have money for food or rent
To say the least we were hard pressed
Then Mama spent every last penny we had
To buy me a dancin’ dress

Mama washed and combed and curled my hair
And she painted my eyes and lips then I stepped into a satin
Dancin’ dress that had a split on the side clean up to my hip
It was red velvet trim and it fit me good
Standin’ back from the lookin’ glass
There stood a woman where a half gown kid had stood

She said here’s your one chance Fancy don’t let me down
Here’s your one chance Fancy don’t let me down

Mama dabbed a little bit of perfume on my neck
And she kissed my cheek
Then I saw the tears wellin’ up in her troubled eyes
When she started to speak
She looked at a pitiful shack
And then she looked at me and took a ragged breath
She said your Pa’s run off and I’m real sick
And the baby’s gonna starve to death

She handed me a heart shaped locket that said
“To thine own self be true”
And I shivered as I watched a roach crawl across
The toe of my high heel shoe
It sounded like somebody else that was talkin’
Askin’ Mama what do I do
She said just be nice to the gentlemen Fancy
And they’ll be nice to you

She said here’s your chance Fancy don’t let me down
Here’s your one chance Fancy don’t let me down
Lord forgive me for what I do, but if you want out
Well it’s up to you
Now don’t let me down you better start movin’ uptown

Well, that was the last time I saw my Ma
The night I left that rickety shack
The welfare people came and took the baby
Mama died and I ain’t been back

But the wheels of fate had started to turn
And for me there was no way out
And it wasn’t very long ’til I knew exactly
What my Mama’s been talkin’ about

I knew what I had to do but I made myself this solemn vow
That I’s gonna be a lady someday
Though I don’t know when or how
I couldn’t see spending the rest of my life
With my head hung down in shame you know
I might have been born just plain white trash
But Fancy was my name

Here’s your one chance Fancy don’t let me down
Here’s your one chance Fancy don’t let me down

It wasn’t very long after a benevolent man
Took me off the street
And one week later I was pourin’ his tea
In a five room hotel suite

I charmed a king, a congressman
And an occasional aristocrat
Then I got me a Georgia mansion
In an elegant New York townhouse flat
And I ain’t done bad

Now in this world there’s a lot of self-righteous hypocrite
That would call me bad
And criticize Mama for turning me out
No matter how little we had

But though I ain’t had to worry ’bout nothin’
For nigh on fifteen years
I can still hear the desperation in my poor
Mama’s voice ringin’ in my ear

She said, here’s your one chance Fancy don’t let me down
Here’s your one chance Fancy don’t let me down
Lord, forgive me for what I do
But if you want out well it’s up to you
Now don’t let me down
Your Mama’s gonna help you uptown

I guess she did


Song Lyric Sunday is hosted every Sunday by Jim Adams. If you would like to join in the fun, check out his blog for the rules and to take in all the other music posted by other blogger

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My Favorite Spam Comment of the Week

Have you received this one yet? I have seen it two or three times this week alone. I doubt any blogger would be keen to approve this one for all the world to see! 😂😂😂

Next time I read a blog, Hopefully it won’t disappoint me just as much as this one. After all, I know it was my choice to read through, however I genuinely believed you would probably have something interesting to say. All I hear is a bunch of crying about something that you can fix if you weren’t too busy looking for attention.

This could be a new weekly blog feature!

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SoCS – My Wagon!

Continued thanks to Linda Hill who sponsors this lovely stream of consciousness every week. Every Friday she provides a new word to spark our minds into action.

Check out Linda’s blog if you want to join in – check out the rules and the contribution of other bloggers. This week, the prompt is:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “my.” Start your post with the word “My.” Bonus points if you end your post with “yours.” Enjoy!


“My wagon!”

Those two words always started the game. Our family took a lot of road trips, many taking 12 hours to complete. Some shorter, but the long rides were murder if you had nothing to pass the time. So we counted station wagons.

It was Dad’s game really, and somehow he always seemed to win. The whole purpose of the game was to see a station wagon before anyone else in the car and claim it by shouting “My wagon!” (Younger readers may have played a more violent game called ‘punch buggy’ in which the goal of the game was to claim Volkswagon Beetles by exclaiming “Punch Buggy” followed by a punch in the arm.) Now back to the 1960s.

Station wagons were THE family car in the sixties. They were everywhere. My siblings and I loved them because they were so roomy. This was before seatbelts, so we sprawled everywhere and moved around a lot. There were six in our family. Dad always drove and Mom rode ‘shotgun’. My siblings and I fought for space in the back. We had one station wagon that had a third seat in the back that faced backwards toward the road behind the car – the ‘way back’ seat aptly named because kids could see the ‘way back’ or you were seated ‘way back in the back’. My brother and I always seemed to get that seat, but that was cool because our parents couldn’t see what we were doing. It wasn’t great for counting wagons unless they were coming up behind you. I never once thought what might happen if someone rammed into the back of our station wagon!

We would drive down the road and you could hear multiple voices calling out “My wagon!” and arguing over who saw it first. I don’t know how my parents did not lose their minds.

Everyone would eventually get tired and we kids would lay our heads down to nap. Just as the game would die down and we would start to drift off my dad would yell “My wagon!” He was the biggest kid of all.

We played a lot of games and sang a lot of song in our travels. The trips were often long, but Mom and Dad always made it fun. Our road trips were always an adventure. How about yours?

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Fibbing Friday Aug 27, 2021 – Friday Fun

Di and Frank take turns hosting Fibbing Friday. Di is up this week. It is always fun to stretch the creative muscles and fine tune our ability to discern between the truth and a lie.


1. Where will you find a pushme-pullyou?

In the hardware store. Located in the kitchen cabinet section.

2. What is meant by the term ‘chocolate box’?

This is where Cat Stevens stored his Buddah.

3. Who lived in the house made with gingerbread, cake and pastries?

Pretty sure it was Paul Hollywood.

4. Where will you find Mr Stay Puft?

He’s the final inspector at the pillow factory. No one wants a de-puffed pillow!

5. Where will you find The Hallelujah Mountains?

Just west of Hosannah Hills.

6. What did Gru intend to steal with the Shrink Ray?

Steve Carell’s voice box.

7. Going back a long way, what was ‘Baby’ in the 1938 film Bringing Up Baby?

This was Cary Grant’s code name for fiery redhead co-star Katharine Hepburn.

8. Who played the drums in The Muppets?

Peter Best. His manager thought it was his best shot for a comeback.

9. What magical instrument did Sparky play?

A recorder. Someone had to take pity on all the parents that listened to those when their children were in primary or grade school.

10. What did ‘Andy’ have waxed in The 40 Year Old Virgin?

His shower curtain. It was disgusting.

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Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff – #WATWB

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Welcome back to the monthly bloghop – We Are The World Blogfest. It is a time to share snippets of good news happening around the world in an effort to diminish the impact of negative news.


WATWB is co-hosted this month by Mary J. Giese and Belinda Witzenhausen.


There are many electronic devices these days and more and more wearable devices. The impact of the batteries required to charge those devices is another one of those dirty little secrets many people are either ignorant of or choose to ignore in favor of the convenience of the technology.

Both the manufacture and the disposal of these batteries are neither sustainable nor are they good for the environment.

There is good news on the horizon, however. Engineers from the Nanyang Technological University in Singapore have developed a tiny bandage thin battery that is charged off of ‘sweat’. This battery can discharge 20 hours of electricity from 2 ml of perspiration.

During testing, a volunteer was able to generate a voltage of 4.2 V and an output power of 3.9 mW. That’s impressive. Imagine a battery powered by perspiration rather than one damaged by perspiration.

Read the story in its entirety here.


Want to read more good news or join in the effort to contribute to the spreading of good news throughout the world? Use the hashtag #WATWB on your good news post and share it in our Facebook community here or on Twitter at @WATWB so others can read your post.