Sunday Song Lyric:
NPR did a story on Dolly Parton's "Jolene" this week. It's a classic song (from the album of the same name) that's been covered by everyone from Olivia Newton John and Strawberry Switchblade to Sisters of Mercy and the White Stripes. There's not much to the lyrics, but they're fun nonetheless. Here's an edited taste:
Jolene (x4)
I'm begging of you please dont take my man
Jolene (x4)
Please dont take him just because you can
Your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green
Your smile is like a breath of spring
Your voice is soft like summer rain
And I cannot compete with you, Jolene
Of course, the Parton song should not be confused with this Jolene by Cake.
Glenn W. Bowen (mail):
Allegedly, "Jolene" was originally inspired by this:

10.12.2008 8:47am
Franklin Drackman:
Give your ID card to the Border Guard, Your Alias says you're Captain Jean-luc Piccard, of the United Federation of Planets, but he won't speak English anyway..
10.12.2008 10:00am
Margaret Martin (mail) (www):
Does this explain why feminists have their undies in a bunch about Sarah Palin? I wouldn't put it past NPR. Substitute Sarah for Jolene in the sentence "Jolene's a mess. She just steals things."
10.12.2008 11:36am
saw the White Stripes perform this song at Coachella a few years ago. probably the best song i've *ever* seen performed any band.
10.12.2008 11:49am
Andrew Maier:

Does this explain why feminists have their undies in a bunch about Sarah Palin? I wouldn't put it past NPR. Substitute Sarah for Jolene in the sentence "Jolene's a mess. She just steals things."

It's good that there was someone here to make sure this became about Sarah Palin within the first ten posts.
10.12.2008 12:20pm
subpatre (mail):
Vitale's story on NPR was wonderful; I almost had to pull over I was laughing so hard. There's a cross-cultural, ageless sense of who and what outsiders are, and what needs to be done with to them.

When some gullible student traveled halfway around the world to ask the locals 'how do you all have, uhh, you know, uhh, have relations' they instinctively knew, they sensed immediately that "we all have sex whenever we meet" was the only answer, the answer she truly needed to hear. They were so right.

Strangers begging to be defrauded awaken the inherent human sense of grift.

On this occasion, Dolly Parton sensed what Vitale would fall for --what Vitale really wanted deep inside, what he needed to hear— and spoon fed him line by honeyed line. He swallowed Parton's story whole; regurgitating it later for his rapt NPR listeners. It was magnificent.

No Paul Harvey, Vitale's effort gives no detail, no scrutiny, no light in the darkness. The story is pabulum; a mess of words that are vaguely comforting and filling to a certain class of people.

I do not know the woman, but 25 years ago Parton said:
"This is a story about an old redheaded girl that was trying to steal my husband back in the late sixties. You know women do that sort of thing, right? But I want you to know she didn't get him. I fought that redheaded woman like a wild cat. She jerked my wig off and almost beat me to death with it. She beat the tar out of me, but I kept my husband. I got that sucker home, and I beat the tar out of him. Her name was Jolene."

Thank you Samoans, and now, thank you Dolly Parton. There are not many simple, lasting pleasures in the world, but some are priceless.
10.12.2008 1:21pm
Glenn W. Bowen (mail):
My, isn't everybody just so pleased with themselves...

WTF any this has to do with cleaning a toilet escapes me.
10.12.2008 3:44pm
Glenn W. Bowen (mail):
...and as to "Frank Rich Versus Reality" above this post, Frank is merely laying blame to conservatives before the fact**. That way he can claim firsties on it. They do a lot of that s**t over at the NYT editorial office... that and count Maureen Dowd's hot flashes. Frank is envious.

**He saw it in a play, once, and had a simply divine sandwich at the Cafe Madelaine afterward.
10.12.2008 3:51pm