THOUGH A TAD EMBARRASSING TO SAY SO, song lyrics, like other poetry, get pasted up on the fridge or bulletin board here, as if mantras or at least mental notes to self. If you’ve read “And I Shall Have Some Peace There,” or listened to the soundtrack I made for my book, you know this was particularly true just after I left my “old” city life. If there is one song line that describes how I feel now, well into my “new” life looking back: that maybe I stayed “too long at the fair.” It comes to my mind from a beloved 1972-vintage Bonnie Raitt song (above), but who knew that Barbra Streisand (not my musical or fashion taste, but of course a giant) sang a similar refrain in the 1960s?
Raitt’s refrain (in lyrics by Joel Zoss, from “Too Long at the Fair”), says:
Won’t you come and take me home
I’ve been too long at the fair
And Lord I just can’t stand it anymore
Streisand asks it this way (acknowledging it’s a question better suited to a person of a certain age, not the one she was when she first sang it):
The merry-go-round is beginning to taunt me
Have I stayed too long at the fair?
So I guess I have to ask, too: Has the sparkle of some spinning carousel or other started to wear off in your life? (And doesn’t Bonnie Raitt still sound really, really good?)