Originally Posted by
Boogiedown
I think its even worse than that Ozmo !
Yes guilty as charged !
I should have reviewed what SHAME was about instead of depending on a very vague memory . I agree the two songs have nothing to do with each other , that SHAME is not somehow a sequel to LOVE CHILD , in fact even calling it a follow-up can be misleading, even though it was the next release by them , but story wise it was more of a one-off or a variation of a theme.
I like the song a lot less now that I've actually paid attention to the lyrics:
Mom was cooking bread,
she wore a dirty raggety scarf around her head.
Always had her stockings low,
rolled to her feet, she just didn't know.
She wore a sloppy dress,
No matter how she tried, she always looked a mess.
Out of the pot she ate, never used a fork or a dinner plate.
I was always so ashamed for my uptown friends to see her,
Afraid one day when I was grown that I would be her.
In a college town, away from home, a new identity I found.
Mom was cooking bread,
she wore a dirty raggety scarf around her head.
Always had her stockings low,
rolled to her feet, she just didn't know.
She wore a sloppy dress,
No matter how she tried, she always looked a mess.
Out of the pot she ate, never used a fork or a dinner plate.
I was always so ashamed for my uptown friends to see her,
Afraid one day when I was grown that I would be her.
In a college town, away from home, a new identity I found.
Said I was born elite, with maids and servants at my feet.
I must have been insane,
I lied and said my mom died on a weekend trip to Spain.
She never got out of the house, never even boarded a train.
I married a guy, was livin' high,
I didn't want him to know her,
She had a grandson, two years old,
I never even showed her.
I'm Livin' In Shame, Momma, I miss you.
I'm Livin' In Shame, Momma, I miss you.
Came the telegram,
mom passed away while making homemade jam.
Before she died, she cried to see me by her side.
She always did her best, Ah! cookin', cleanin',
always in the same old dress.
Workin' hard down on her knees,
always try'n to please.
Momma! Momma! Do you hear me, Momma!
Momma! Momma! Do you hear me, Momma!
The narrator's mother is more than just poor, she seems to be a bit "touched " and not in a Mary Wilson way . Even the poorest of people have the capacity to use a plate and silverware when eating . Or to pull up their socks !!
Either just dirt poor, or loony as a loon , for 'Diana' to just run off and never check up on her , not once, even three years into a successful marriage of living well , to never contemplate rescuing her own hard working mother !
I'm proud of Diana for distancing herself from such a despicably selfish narrative !
Who stuck us with that turkey from the HDH camp ? I bet it was Lamont! lol!
BTW
I make homemade jam almost every morning . Mash my fresh fruit , usually strawberries in a sauce pan, boil it up with a bit of sugar, then spoon it on toast or oatmeal or pancakes. I'm fancy though,
I call it compote!! lol!
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