Saturday, October 11, 2008

Old...yet new.


Yesterday I was at my special studying spot which is no big secret to the world nor is it that great of a find but I study at Starbucks for a couple of reasons. First of all, they have food now so I can get a drink and study through lunch and I don't have to go anywhere new. Also, they have the best music playing in the background so it inspires me to continue studying for some reason. Also, I can't seem to study at my house because there are far too many distractions there like cleaning, watching tv, being on the internet, etc... I don't even take my laptop to Starbucks because I know myself all too well and my awesome study hours would be spent playing Mah Jonng or writing blogs to be honest.

Well, yesterday I was there for about 6 hours studying and then meeting up with a friend and while I was there in the afternoon, they played a cd of entirely Ella Fitzgerald and I remembered how much I like old music. Music used to be about talent. Music used to be about instruments coming together to sound like something inspirational. Music used to be about lyrics that made you understand the writer. As I was listening, I heard an oldie but a goodie...Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered and now that I am older, I think I know what she was talking about. I think we have all been here as women and so I decided to pay tribute today to Ella and her amazing song by posting the lyrics here. Enjoy some older music if you get a chance and if you need me, I'll be at Starbucks!

After one whole quart of brandy
Like a daisy, I'm awake
With no Bromo-Seltzer handy
I don't even shake

Men are not a new sensation
I've done pretty well I think
But this half-pint imitation
Put me on the blink

I'm wild again, beguiled again
A simpering, whimpering child again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I

Couldn't sleep and wouldn't sleep
When love came and told me, I shouldn't sleep
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I

Lost my heart, but what of it
He is cold I agree
He can laugh, but I love it
Although the laugh's on me

I'll sing to him, each spring to him
And long, for the day when I'll cling to him
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I

He's a fool and don't I know it
But a fool can have his charms
I'm in love and don't I show it
Like a babe in arms

Love's the same old sad sensation
Lately I've not slept a wink
Since this half-pint imitation
Put me on the blink

I've sinned a lot, I'm mean a lot
But I'm like sweet seventeen a lot
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I

I'll sing to him, each spring to him
And worship the trousers that cling to him
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I

When he talks, he is seeking
Words to get off his chest
Horizontally speaking, he's at his very best

Vexed again, perplexed again
Thank God, I can be oversexed again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I

Wise at last, my eyes at last,
Are cutting you down to your size at last
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - no more

Burned a lot, but learned a lot
And now you are broke, so you earned a lot
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - no more

Couldn't eat, was dispeptic
Life was so hard to bear
Now my heart's antiseptic
Since you moved out of there

Romance, finis.
Your chance, finis.
Those ants that invaded my pants, finis.
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - no more

1 comment:

Kristen said...

I have always LOVED this song. One of my all-time favorites!