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26 Jul 10 - 11:21 AM (#2952485) Subject: Lyr Add: Miss Patsy - Annotation anyone? From: GUEST,x07afb Hello, I am playing at an event tomorrow and I want to play Richard Thompson's "Miss Patsy." Before I do so, I have to confess that I know very little about what the song is about. Can anyone give me any sort of historical context for the song, or direct me accordingly to a source? Thanks in advance, Allan |
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27 Jul 10 - 02:57 PM (#2953341) Subject: Lyr Add: MISS PATSY (Richard Thompson) From: Jim Dixon Apparently this song has never been mentioned at Mudcat before. Maybe these lyrics will spark some discussion (copied from Richard Thompson's web site): MISS PATSY Richard Thompson 1. My dearest Miss Patsy, I'm writing to say That I'm sorry to not be in touch. It's been quite a parade, but my thoughts never strayed Too far, or too long, or too much. Miss Patsy, forgive all the choices I made. I've been fighting shadows on the wrong crusade, Looking for ghosts in a penny arcade. Miss Patsy, no more will I roam. Miss Patsy, won't you carry me home? 2. They held me to ransom back there in the foothills And nobody stumped up a bean. Not Swifty, nor Eddie, came up with the ready. It can make you think people plain mean. Miss Patsy, forgive all the choices I made. I've been fighting shadows on the wrong crusade, Looking for ghosts in a penny arcade. Miss Patsy, no more will I roam. Miss Patsy, won't you carry me home? 3. I've been hanging out with some virtuous people. They emptied my bank account twice. They gave me self-confidence, even some clothes, And a truckload of love and advice. When they gave out the cyanide pills with a wink And said, "Wait for the word, any day now, we think," I knew it was time to pull back from the brink. Miss Patsy, no more will I roam. Miss Patsy, won't you carry me home? 4. Miss Patsy, I looked at myself in the mirror, Decided I needed some work, Got me a nose job, a shave and a haircut To drive all them ladies berserk. But the arm round my waist was a man in dark blue. He said, "Ain't you him? We've been looking for you." Now I'm sharing a cell with a holy kung fu. Miss Patsy, no more will I roam. Miss Patsy, won't you carry me home? [From Richard Thompson's album "Front Parlour Ballads" (2005).] |