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MacArthur Park

This last week on American Idol, Amber sang “MacArthur Park” – a “one hit wonder” from the sixties. I remember the remake in the 70’s from Disco Queen, Donna Summer and always liked the song. I was in junior high when I first heard it and wasn’t sure what the lyrics were or what they meant but always felt connected with it somehow, but I never knew what it was called. When they said the name I went to look it up and found many covers for this song. My favorite is from none other than the great Glen Campbell.

This song has a great melody – but what do those lyrics really mean??  Here is one explanation I found explaining these lyrics – maybe you can come up with your own after hearing this version:

MacArthur Park is a sad, touching song about a once wonderful relationship –  one that comes along rarely. MacArthur park is the relationship. The cake is everything that was put into the relationship to make it what it is ( it takes a lot of ingredients to make a cake or a relationship). The cake being left out in the rain and melting is saying that the relationship is not being nurtured and is melting and falling apart. The part where he says “i don’t think that i can take it because it took so long to bake it and I’ll never have the recipe again” means he is having trouble coming to terms with the fact that it took a lot of time and effort to get this beautiful relationship and now its falling apart because it’s not being looked after and all the special qualities poured into the relationship will never be able to be duplicated.

Here is a live version set back in the 70’s.  It is great – and he even plays some mean guitar towards the end.  A real treat to hear him backed by a HUGE orchestra!  What about you?  Do you remember this song?  Where does it take you back to?

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’s 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’s 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
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

Oh, after all the loves of my life

I’ll be thinking of you and wondering why
MacArthur’s 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

Written by Jimmy Webb
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Song about an ordinary man – Wichita Lineman

I have always liked this song.  I’ve heard it off and on throughout most of my life.  It appeals to the “ordinary” in all of us.  I like what Jimmy Webb and Billy Joel said in their thoughts below:

Songfacts™:

“This was written by Jimmy Webb, who also wrote Campbell’s “By the Time I Get to Phoenix” and “Galveston.” He was driving along the Kansas-Oklahoma border when he saw a lonesome telephone lineman working atop a telephone pole. This gave him the idea for the song.

In our interview with Jimmy Webb, he explained how he puts himself into the shoes of the subjects of this songs. Said Webb: “I’ve never worked with high-tension wires or anything like that. My characters were all ordinary guys. They were all blue-collar guys who did ordinary jobs. As Billy Joel likes to say, which is pretty accurate, he said, ‘They’re ordinary people thinking extraordinary thoughts.’ I always appreciated that comment, because I thought it was very close to what I was doing or what I was trying to do. And they came from ordinary towns. They came from places like Galveston and Wichita and places like that.”

I notice ordinary people living ordinary lives too – and always wonder similar things about them.  What is their life like?  Who are their people?  Do they love the same as I do?  Do they have a family?  I think some of the greatest songs come out of the ordinary.  Things that happen in daily lives going about a ‘work-a-day’ week.  It doesn’t take the huge and significant things in our lives to make a difference.  It’s the little things.  The ordinary. 
Enjoy!
I am a lineman for the county
And I drive the main road
Searchin’ in the sun for another overload
I hear you singin’ in the wire,
I can hear you through the whine
And the Wichita lineman is still on the lineI know I need a small vacation
But it don’t look like rain
And if it snows that stretch down south won’t ever stand the strain
And I need you more than want you,
And I want you for all time
And the Wichita lineman is still on the lineAnd I need you more than want you,
And I want you for all time
And the Wichita lineman is still on the lineWriter/s: WEBB, JIMMY
Universal Music Publishing Group
Lyrics Licensed and Provided By LyricFind

Little Green Apples

A picture taken, of Green Apples in a jar.

Image via Wikipedia

I found a wonderful rendition of the song, “Little Green Apples” written by Bobby Russell.  It has been sung by many artists over the years.   I was a little girl in 1968 when I first heard it – and I haven’t heard it in maybe 40 years.  I  was reminded of it again in a movie I was watching last night – where a woman in a long-term marriage turns to her husband and asks him if they have had a good marriage – in much the same way that Tevye asks Goldi in “Fiddler on the Roof” – ‘do you love me’?  His response to her was that no matter what – he has always come home to her.  He says, ‘It’s kinda like that song, “Little Green Apples”‘.  It made me want to look it up again and see just what he meant.
Well now I know – and if  you have never heard this song before – so shall you.

Here is Glen Campbell singing with his daughter in a rare stage appearance – I thought it was awesome.

Enjoy – and today I wish for you a love like the lyrics of this song.

God Bless

Well I wake up in the morning
With my hair down in my eyes
And she says “hi”

And I hurry to the breakfast table
While the kids are goin’ off to school, goodbye.

And she reaches out and takes my hand
And squeezes it, and says how you feeling hon?

And I look across at smiling lips
That warm my heart, and I see my morning sun.

And if that’s not lovin’ me,
Then all I’ve got to say,

God didn’t make the little green apples,
And it don’t rain in Indianapolis in the summer time.
There’s no such thing as Dr. Seuss
Disneyland and Mother Goose,
No nursery rhymes.

God didn’t make the little green apples,
And it don’t rain in Indianapolis in the summer time.
And when myself is feeling low,
I think about your face aglow and ease my mind.

Sometimes I call him up, knowing he’s busy.
To ask if he could get away, meet me
Maybe grab a bite to eat.

And he drops what he’s doing
Hurries down to meet me, and I’m always late.

But he sits waiting patiently,
And smiles when he first sees me,
Cause he’s made that way.

And if that’s not loving me,
Then all I got to say,

God didn’t make the little green apples,
And it don’t snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes.
There’s no such thing as make-believe,
Puppy dogs or autumn leaves, no bb guns.

God didn’t make the little green apples,
And it don’t rain in Indianapolis in the summer time.
And when myself is feeling low,
I think about your face aglow and ease my mind…

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