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Another song that sends me into a blind rage - McArthur Park. I hate that song!
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my sister once arrived at her 8:00am math class in HS to see the words to this song written on the blackboard, by the teacher who was in a frothing rage, screaming at the students: "DON'T EVER LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU!"
Out of curiousity, I transcribed the song to see if I could divine some message that I should be warned against. No idea.
Terri Gross had Jimmy Webb (the perpetrator) on the other day and they chatted about the song. She failed to extract any useful info either.
As far as the math teacher goes I think they didn't had the really cool meds we have now...
FYI:
Written By: Jimmy Webb
Spring was never waiting for us, girl
It ran one step ahead
As we followed in the dance
Between the parted pages and were pressed
In love's hot, fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants
MacArthur Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!
I recall the yellow cotton dress
Foaming like a wave
On the ground around your knees
The birds, like tender babies in your hands
And the old men playing checkers by the trees
MacArthur Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!
[break]
There will be another song for me
For I will sing it
There will be another dream for me
Someone will bring it
I will drink the wine while it is warm
And never let you catch me looking at the sun
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life
You'll still be the one
I will take my life into my hands and I will use it
I will win the worship in their eyes and I will lose it
I will have the things that I desire
And my passion flow like rivers through the sky
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life
You'll still be the one
And I ask myself "why?"
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MacArthur Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!
Oh, no
No, no
Oh no!
However,
NOTHING is as bad as Cher's stirring "gypsies, tramps and thieves" You might as well say beetlejuice beetlejuice beetlejuice.