No one told me this was not only going to be a concert, but a meet-up headquarters for London hipsters. But I was still the only one cool enough to stand RIGHT next to the stage. I had a really perfect view and danced and felt quite happy. There was also a very cute young man standing nearby who was also alone and I had fun stealing glances. Tee hee.
He played my two favorite songs, so I was satisfied. One of those songs is called 'Scattered Pearls', which I thought he wouldn't play because on the album a female voice sings.
the clasp broke at the disco Mom I'm sorry
& the older men who hit on Becky
nearly broke their necks on scattered pearls
& we searched the best we could
for two entire songs we knelt & felt along
the place where we had stood
but we only found 7 of Grandmother's pearls
& as we rode the bus home I thought surely
I'd wake up tomorrow just to find
that I had dreamed up everything
there'd still be pearls on a string
I wouldn't smell like smoke & I'd still
have the cash that I had spent on drinks
oh I feel as scattered as Grandmother's pearls
Mom don't cry they're only pearls
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