Well maybe...

Talking about Helen Reddy (as one is wont to do), this morning I put her greatest hits CD in my car to listen on the way into town. Yes yes, I know. Anyway, I salvaged the cd from The Agent's throw-away pile when we were packing because it brings back fond memories of growing up listening to the same exact 8-track tape. Well, of course, I re-listened to a favorite, Angie Baby. My question is: What kind of fucked up shit was Helen Reddy singing about, all kind of crazy evil-radio-devours-in-the-neighbor-boy's-soul shit so some girl with a mental illness can summon him at will to pleasure her? I mean really, what is that all about? Were the drugs really that much better in the 70s? Who thinks that shit up besides someone tripping on acid? Hear her roar, yo!

You live your life in the songs you here
on your rock and roll radio
and when a young girl doesn't have any friends
it's a really nice place to go
folks hoping you'd turn out cool
but they had to take you out of school
you're a little touched you know
angie baby

lovers appear in your room each night
as they whirl accross the floor
but they always seem to fade away
when your daddy taps on your door
angie girl are you alright?
tell the radio goodnight
all alone once more angie baby

Chorus
angie baby
you're a special lady
living in a world of make believe
well maybe

stopping at her house is a neighbour boy
with evil on his mind
cos he's been peeking in angies room
at the night through the window blind
I see your folks have gone away
won't you dance with me today
I'll show you how to have a good time
angie baby

( angie baby ) (angie baby )

when he walks in the room
he feels confused
like he walked into a play
and the music's so loud
it spins him around
till his soul has lost it's way
and as she turns the volume down
he's getting smaller with the sound
it seems to pull him off the ground
no more the radio is bound
never to be found

the headlines read that a boy disapeared
and everyone thinks he died
except a crazy girl with a secret lover
who keeps him satisfied
it's so nice to be insane
no one asked you to explain
radio by your side
angie baby

Chorus
angie baby
you're a special lady
living in a world of make believe
well maybe
well maybe
well maybe

well maybe