Week Fifty-One: More Leftovers - Concrete Blonde - "Joey" - Bloodletting

Yes, my dearest Blogland readers, I am having to resort to more leftovers from my previous blog, like I did in Week Thirty-Four. However, I hope you will understand why when I tell you that I am right smack dab in the middle of a research paper with my 8th graders, that I am working on an appellate brief for my "capital murder client", and that I am sending out resumes like a mad woman before I become unemployed in a little over a month!!!

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***So sorry... didn't mean to leave you hanging after Monday's interview. It was even easier than the first one. It involved a grammar, spelling, and punctuation test and an inquiry about why I was changing careers, my favorite style of music, my favorite kind of food, and the last book I read. They will let me know the official offer by Friday!!!***

When this song was released, my younger brother, Joey, was four-years-old. I would rock him to sleep in the brown rocking chair in the living room at our house on McNeil Street and sing this lullaby-like song to him until he drifted off. I, myself, was also pretty young at the time; so although I understood the words to the song individually, I am not so sure that I understood the lyrics in their full context.

I apologized to my brother, Joey, later on in life and told him that if I, in any way, contributed to his alcoholism in his teen years, as a result of singing this song to him when he was a tot, I was truly sorry. We chuckled about my confession a bit and decided that genetic disposition was most likely far more responsible than my singing this Concrete Blonde song to him. I still tease him when I see a drink in his hand and tell him that I never should have sung this song to him.  

I'll include my other favorite by Concrete Blonde called "Someday"...

Joey, baby - don't get crazy

Detours. Fences... I get defensive

I know you've heard it all before -

so I don't say it anymore

I just stand by and let you

fight your secret war.

And though I used to wonder why -

I used to cry till I was dry.

Still sometimes I get a strange pain inside

Oh, Joey, if you're hurting so am I.

Joey, honey - I got the money

All is forgiven. Listen, listen

And if I seem to be confused

I didn't mean to be with you.

And when you said I scared you,

well I guess you scared me too.

But we got lucky once before

And I don't wanna close the door

And if you're somewhere out there

passed out on the floor.

Oh Joey, I'm not angry anymore.

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and if I seem to be confused

I didn't mean to be with you.

and when you said I scared you,

well I guess you scared me too.

But if its love you're looking for

Then i can give a little more

And if you're somewhere drunk and 

passed out on the floor.

Oh Joey, I'm not angry anymore.

Angry anymore..

Angry anymore..