Summertime by George Gershwin – Saturday Song

Summertime with Janis Joplin live at Woodstock 1969

Tonight’s song is an old favorite of mine and one that sooner or later pops into my head each summer. Summertime composed by George Gershwin for the 1935 opera Porgy and Bess

It’s one of those songs that has been recorded innumerable times. And frankly I like several of them for different reasons, so I decided to link to a bunch of them and you can decide for yourself.

Enjoy!


Summertime Lyrics

Summertime and the livin’ is easy
Fish are jumpin’ and the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy’s rich and your ma is good lookin’
So hush, little baby, don’t you cry

One of these mornings
You’re gonna rise up singin’
Yes, you’ll spread your wings
And you’ll take to the sky
Mm, but ’til that morning
There is nothin’ can harm you
Yes, with daddy and mommy standin’ by

Summertime and the livin’ is easy
Fish are jumpin’ and the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy’s rich (daddy’s rich)
And your ma is good lookin’ (your ma is good lookin’)
So hush, little baby, baby don’t you cry

Oh, don’t you cry, oh, don’t you cry (don’t)
Oh, don’t you cry, oh, don’t you cry (cry)

Source: Musixmatch
Summertime with Ella Fitzgerald from 1968

Summertime with Janis Joplin live at Woodstock 1969

Summertime with Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong

Summertime with Lana Del Rey

Hope Is a Dangerous Thing for a Woman Like Me to Have – but I Have It by Lana Del Ray – Saturday Song

Hope Is a Dangerous Thing for a Woman Like Me to Have – but I Have It by Lana Del Ray

Tonight’s Saturday song is Hope Is a Dangerous Thing for a Woman Like Me to Have – but I Have It by Lana Del Ray

A song someone sent to me because they thought about me listening to it. At the time I felt both flattered and quite caught out. Did I really seem so depressed and struggling? I guess at the time I thought I did a better job hiding it. Then I realized how backwards hiding how I truly felt was, especially from someone who could read between the lines. So instead I got ugly honest about the darkness and received both some relief and a new friend by it. 

Since then I’ve become much better off not habitually always hiding how I am. It’s not always easy, and has the sad side effect of showing who your real friends are. But all in all I now believe it’s a better way to live than the opposite. 

I can also say it made me listen to Lana Del Ray and her poetic lyrics.

It’s unusual that a contemporary song has so much written about it, but looking up the lyrics and song links I stumbled upon several articles about it. Here’s two, one from Atwood Magazine and one from Story of Song.

Enjoy!


Lyrics

Hope Is a Dangerous Thing for a Woman Like Me to Have – but I Have It by Lana Del Ray

I was reading Slim Aarons and I got to thinking that I thought
Maybe I’d get less stressed if I was tested less like
All of these debutantes
Smiling for miles in pink dresses and high heels on white yachts
But I’m not
Baby, I’m not
No, I’m not
That, I’m not

I’ve been tearing around in my fucking nightgown
24/7 Sylvia Plath
Writing in blood on the walls
‘Cause the ink in my pen don’t work in my notepad
Don’t ask if I’m happy, you know that I’m not
But, at best, I can say I’m not sad
‘Cause hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have

I had fifteen-year dances
Church basement romances, yeah, I’ve cried
Spilling my guts with the Bowery Bums
Is the only love I’ve ever known
Except for the stage, which I also call home, when I’m not
Servin’ up God in a burnt coffee pot for the triad
Hello, it’s the most famous woman you know on the iPad
Calling from beyond the grave, I just wanna say, “Hi, Dad”

I’ve been tearing up town in my fucking white gown
Like a goddamn near sociopath
Shaking my ass is the only thing that’s
Got this black narcissist off my back
She couldn’t care less, and I never cared more
So there’s no more to say about that
Except hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman with my past

There’s a new revolution, a loud evolution that I saw
Born of confusion and quiet collusion of which mostly I’ve known
A modern day woman with a weak constitution, ’cause I’ve got
Monsters still under my bed that I could never fight off
A gatekeeper carelessly dropping the keys on my nights off

I’ve been tearing around in my fucking nightgown
24/7 Sylvia Plath
Writing in blood on your walls
‘Cause the ink in my pen don’t look good in my pad
They write that I’m happy, they know that I’m not
But, at best, you can see I’m not sad
But hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have

Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
But I have it
Yeah, I have it
Yeah, I have it
I have

Lyrics Source

Hope Is a Dangerous Thing for a Woman Like Me to Have – but I Have It by Lana Del Ray

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