Donas de casa desesperadas, parte I

E agora a sério...

Belinda Carlisle escreveu; Marianne Faithfull cantou no álbum Broken English (datado de 1979) e, muito a propósito, Ridley Scott escolheu-a para banda sonora de Thelma e Louise. Nunca foi fácil o confronto das mulheres adultas com os seus sonhos de meninas. Existem, na Net, vários fóruns sobre esta canção, nomeadamente sobre o seu desfecho.


The balad of Lucy Jordan

The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of lucy jordan/
In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town/
As she lay there ’neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers/
Till the world turned to orange and the room went spinning round./
At the age of thirty-seven she realised she’d never/
Ride through paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair./

So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing/
Little nursery rhymes she’d memorised in her daddy’s easy chair./
Her husband, he’s off to work and the kids are off to school,/
And there are, 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 thirty-seven she realised 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 memorised in her daddy’s easy chair.
The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of lucy jordan/

On the roof top 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.