NOT ME, BABY, I’M TOO PRECIOUS – The Vampire's Wife

NOT ME, BABY, I’M TOO PRECIOUS Revisiting my young self, listening to Precious, this sassy, sexy song by The Pretenders. Chrissie Hynde has one of the great rock’n’roll voices of all time, pure attitude and great emotional power. We adore her here at The Vampire’s Wife. Love Susie. x

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3YA3hZEDPNI

Precious

I like the way you cross the street

‘Cause your precious

Moving through the Cleveland heat

How precious

You're taking nights and all the kicks

You're so precious

But you know I ain't shittin' bricks

‘Cause I'm precious

Make me wanna

Maybe make it

Oh your so mean

He's picked at fifth and Euclid Avenue

Was real precious

Hotel, still and comin' into view

How precious

It’s a Pity that you bruised my hip

'Cause I'm precious

You shouldn't let your manners slip

You're too precious

Make me wanna

Maybe make it

Oh suck

We were bound, bound, bound, bound to shore way

We want to do it, do it, do it, do it on the pavement

Maybe, maybe I'm going to have a baby

We want to do it, do it all night

I was feeling kind of ethereal

'Cause I'm precious

I have my eye on your imperial

You're so precious

Now, Howard the Duck and Mister Strausbow Straid

Precious

Trapped in a world that they never made

But not me, baby, I'm too precious

Fuck off!

Make me wanna

Maybe make it

Oh so mean

Songwriters: Chrissie Hynde

AH, MY DEAR ANGRY LORD

I love this terse little poem by the English poet, orator, and priest, George Herbert about the contradictory nature of religious belief, its good and bad sides, and its joy and sorrow. There's nothing like a bit of hard religion on a Sunday morning!!

NO TEAR-FLOODS OR SIGH-TEMPESTS

In A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning, the English poet, John Donne, likens his relationship with his wife, Mary, to a spiritual entanglement between two souls as he says farewell to her before he goes on a mission to Europe. I love the lines ‘let us melt and make no noise/no tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move’. Beautiful!

THE CARNIVAL IS OVER

I have just a simple song for you all from 1967, all the way from Australia (where my husband is), by The Seekers. I love this song, melancholy but so stirring, and Judith Durham, dressed in what looks like something from the archives of The Vampire’s Wife, is so touching. It is a song full of tears about the end of things and love’s enduring presence. We adore this song here at The Vampire’s Wife.