Concrete Blonde - Jenny I Read

Song: Jenny I Read
Artist: Concrete Blonde
Album: Mexican Moon
Genre: Alternative Rock
Year: 1993

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I discovered Jonhette Napolitano at Underworld soundtrack. Then I discovered that she had been on a band for years, and I started listening to their music. What did I found? This marvelous song: excellent composition, plenty emotional on stage and some lyrics full of irony (it suposed that it talks about the rise and fall of the fasion model Bettie Page).

Jenny I read something you said about rock and roll and life and death. Ah, Jenny I read they carried you home broken, beaten all alone. Oh, Jenny you said, Jenny you thought, give them all that they want, everything that you got. Oh, Jenny my dear, It's a wicked city. Once you're young, stupid and pretty. And all the angry young boys (and all the angry young girls) they're making angry loud noises (kicking back at the world). And all the angry young boys (and all the angry young girls).

Jenny they cried, Jenny they screamed, your picture in every magazine. Yeah, ya wanted it all but the American dream was nothing to write home about. She was the next big thing and the telephone was ringing all of the time. You were wined and dined every night. Then one day it was over and where are you now they wonder. And all the angry young boys (and all the angry young girls) they're making angry loud noises (kicking back at the the world). And all the angry young boys (and all the angry young girls).

Superstar, that's what you are, and all the angry young boys (and all the angry young girls) they're making angry loud noises (kicking back at the the world). And all the angry young boys (and all the angry young girls).

Behind their, their fingers, eyes aside in sharp little whispers. They say it's her. What happened to her. She knows this and she smiles. She doesn't look anything like her pictures. She used to be but she knows this and she smiles. For she has miles and miles of memories all to herself, everything in between then and now. And all her images of everything in between now and then and all they have are pictures.

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