Song of the Day #2,771: ‘Record Lady’ – Lyle Lovett

iloveeverybodyHere’s one of those fun cases where the birthday of a loved one falls on a Random Weekend.

It gives me a chance to play my favorite musical game, wherein I say “whatever song plays next will sum up the rest of your life” or “whatever song plays next describes our marriage” and so on.

So, whatever song plays next is dedicated to my lovely daughter Fiona, who turns 10 today.

Lyle Lovett’s ‘Record Lady.’ Not really seeing the connection here, although I do love this song. I’m surprised I haven’t featured it on the blog before.

Before moving on, I’ll offer up a non-musical tribute to Fiona in the form of a Billy Collins poem titled ‘On Turning Ten.’ It’s a favorite of mine.

The whole idea of it makes me feel
like I’m coming down with something,
something worse than any stomach ache
or the headaches I get from reading in bad light–
a kind of measles of the spirit,
a mumps of the psyche,
a disfiguring chicken pox of the soul.

You tell me it is too early to be looking back,
but that is because you have forgotten
the perfect simplicity of being one
and the beautiful complexity introduced by two.
But I can lie on my bed and remember every digit.
At four I was an Arabian wizard.
I could make myself invisible
by drinking a glass of milk a certain way.
At seven I was a soldier, at nine a prince.

But now I am mostly at the window
watching the late afternoon light.
Back then it never fell so solemnly
against the side of my tree house,
and my bicycle never leaned against the garage
as it does today,
all the dark blue speed drained out of it.

This is the beginning of sadness, I say to myself,
as I walk through the universe in my sneakers.
It is time to say good-bye to my imaginary friends,
time to turn the first big number.

It seems only yesterday I used to believe
there was nothing under my skin but light.
If you cut me I could shine.
But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life,
I skin my knees. I bleed.

And here’s the song…

Robert Earl this friend of mine
You know he’s always looking after my best interest
He told me: Lyle P. you need to get some action
Get your head back in line
You need to get out on your own, boy
This hanging around here’s got to stop
Get out on your own, boy
And take a little trip to the record shop

I said: The record shop?
But, Robert, I don’t need no records
He just smiled and he said
What you need is a

Record lady
Record lady
She’s got the cutest little cartridge
That you’ve ever seen
She’s a phonographic dream

I didn’t waste no time about it
I put on my coat and shoes
I packed up my old rocking chair
And I left them hell on Church Street blues
And I went down to the record shop
What else could I do?
She was five-foot-one and three-quarters
Lord, she claimed she five-foot-two

And she looked at me with her big green eyes
And she said: Can I help you find something?
I said: What you got on special?

Record lady
Record lady
She’s got the cutest little cartridge
That you’ve ever seen
She’s a phonographic dream

Acting very sophisticated
I began to browse around
I walked up to the record lady
And I said: I sure do like what I have found
It would be so beautiful
Please, come away with me
We could run down to Istanbul
Or maybe even gay Paree

And she looked at me with her big green eyes
And she said: Can I help you find something?
I said: What you got on special?

Record lady
Record lady
She’s got the cutest little cartridge
That you’ve ever seen
She’s a phonographic dream
A phonographic dream

One day you know I will see
My phonographic fantasy
In sweet fulfillment to the last detail
Down in Acapulco
Or even somewhere else
Just her and me together
The whole day long
Her and me together
Playing them records all night long

She’s the record lady
Record lady
Record lady at the record shop
Set it spinning mama
Don’t ever stop my
Record lady
Record lady

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2 thoughts on “Song of the Day #2,771: ‘Record Lady’ – Lyle Lovett

  1. Dana says:

    Happy birthday, Fiona!

  2. Peg says:

    Tears in my eyes; beautiful poem, beautiful girl, happy birthday Fiona xoxo

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