A song I hate

I heard this song this morning. I was dropping my kid. And it seemed like a challenge to me. You know why I hate it? Cos at different ages, it has different meaning to me. For example, when I was younger, it was like I am an under-achiever if you look at the exciting life this woman is preaching. She had been to everywhere and done everything.

Then, when I have my little baby, I was actually pleased that it seems so rewarding to have a baby compared to all the good lives this song boasted.

However, this morning, when I heard it, it gives me a different message. Actually I haven’t heard of it for ages already. I cannot stand the overly sweet, whiney voice. So sickening. I also cannot stand Olivia Newton John’s songs. So, what about the song that caught my attention? The ‘I have never been to me’. To me, it says, who gives a shit, wtf, just live your life. And that’s quite empowering.

One life, live it, people try to tell you what to do, tell them to fuck off. That’s the message, my dear ladies.

Hey lady, you lady, cursing at your life
You’re a discontented mother and a regimented wife
I’ve no doubt you dream about the things you’ll never do
But, I wish someone had talked to me
Like I wanna talk to you…..

Oh, I’ve been to Georgia and California and anywhere I could run
I took the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free
I’ve been to paradise but I’ve never been to me

Please lady, please lady, don’t just walk away
‘Cause I have this need to tell you why I’m all alone today
I can see so much of me still living in your eyes
Won’t you share a part of a weary heart that has lived a million lies….

Oh, I’ve been to Nice and the Isle of Greece while I’ve sipped champagne on a yacht
I’ve moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed ’em what I’ve got
I’ve been undressed by kings and I’ve seen some things that a woman ain’t supposed to see
I’ve been to paradise, but I’ve never been to me

[spoken]
Hey, you know what paradise is?
It’s a lie, a fantasy we create about people and places as we’d like them to be
But you know what truth is?
It’s that little baby you’re holding, it’s that man you fought with this morning
The same one you’re going to make love with tonight
That’s truth, that’s love……

Sometimes I’ve been to crying for unborn children that might have made me complete
But I took the sweet life, I never knew I’d be bitter from the sweet
I’ve spent my life exploring the subtle whoring that costs too much to be free
Hey lady……
I’ve been to paradise, (I’ve been to paradise)
But I’ve never been to me

(I’ve been to Georgia and California, and anywhere I could run)
I’ve been to paradise, never been to me
(I’ve been to Neice and the isle of Greece while I’ve sipped champagne on a yacht)
I’ve been to paradise, never been to me
(I’ve been to cryin’ for unborn children that might have made me complete)
I’ve been to paradise, never been to me
(I’ve been to Georgia and California, and anywhere I could run)
I’ve been to paradise, never been to me