For 7th and 8th grade I was bussed from my rather pristine, racially mixed Catholic School to a mostly white public school (part of Chicago’s controversial “intergration” plan).
I’d been warned to be careful around public school kids (they were “dangerous”). During the first week, I saw two girls arguing. I’d noticed them before and found them intrguing because they wore tight blue jeans (I was still accostumed to seeing girls in Catholic skirts).
In retrospect, these were some fast, foul-mouthed girls.
One girl told the other: “Eat me!” which got a big response from the crowd watching. I didn’t understand what “eat me” meant at the time (late bloomer). In response, the other girl said: “Kiss my bloody coochie!” and got a bigger response. I didn’t understand menstratuation at the time, either. But I knew what “bloody” and “coochie” meant. And I thought it was gross! I stayed away from those girls after that.
As soon as I got home from school I and asked my mom (IN FRONT OF COMPANY) “Momma. What does ‘eat me’ mean?” She asked where did I hear that and I told her at school. She told me she’d tell me later after her company had left. I’m sure she wanted to pull me out of that school the next day.
By the way, she never got around to telling me what “eat me” means.
I’ve been in and out of favour with lady luck
I gotta tell you
I’ve seen things I never wanted to see
I’ve got to get back on my feet
I feel like I’ve been sleeping
Sweet, sweet time
Has been a real good friend of mine
Waiting for that change of season
Oh the winter’s been so long
Searching for that rhyme or reason
You’ve just got to
Move on
Hold it together, move on
Life’s so short, move on
Only time will set you free
You put your fears behind you
Better get yourself where you wanna be
I think of all the days and nights i spent crying
And i move on
I’ve been in and out of favour with love
Because I gotta tell you
I’ve been things i never wanted to be
And then some angel called me up
He told me I was sleeping
Said don’t waste time
‘Cos even angels say goodbye
Waiting for that change of season
Oh the winter’s been so long
Searching for that rhyme or reason
You’ve just got to
Move on…
And oh, there goes another season
Getting hard to find a decent song to play
But oh, I guess I got my reasons
Everybody thinks I’m doing a.o.k
They ought to know by now
[Chorus]
You put your tears behind you
Better get yourself where you wanna be
I think of all the days and nights I spent crying
Before my angel set me free
