Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Glamorous Life , by - Audra McDonald. Song from the album Go Back Home, in the genre Мировая классикаRelease date: 16.05.2013
Record label: Nonesuch
Song language: English
The Glamorous Life |
| Ordinary mothers lead ordinary lives— |
| Keep the house and sweep the parlor, |
| Mend the clothes and tend the children. |
| Ordinary mothers, like ordinary wives, |
| Make the beds and bake the pies |
| And wither on the vine… |
| Not mine. |
| Dying by inches every night— |
| What a glamorous life! |
| Pulled on by winches to recite— |
| What a glamorous life! |
| Ordinary mothers never get the flowers, |
| And ordinary mothers never know the joys, |
| But ordinary mothers couldn’t cough for hours, |
| Maintaining their poise. |
| Sandwiches only, |
| But she eats what she wants when she wants! |
| Sometimes it’s lonely, |
| But she meets many handsome gallants! |
| Ordinary mothers don’t live out of cases, |
| But ordinary mothers don’t go different places— |
| Which ordinary mothers can’t do, being mothers all day! |
| Mine’s away in a play— |
| And she’s realer than they… |
| What if her brooch is only glass, |
| And her costumes unravel? |
| What if her coach is second-class: |
| She at least gets to travel! |
| And sometime this summer—meaning soon, |
| She’ll be traveling to me! |
| Sometime this summer—maybe June, I’m the new place she’ll see! |
| Ordinary daughters may think life is better |
| With ordinary mothers near them when they choose— |
| But ordinary daughters seldom get a letter |
| Enclosing reviews! |
| Gay and resilient, with applause— |
| What a glamorous life! |
| Speeches are brilliant, if they’re Shaw’s— |
| What a glamorous life! |
| Ordinary mothers needn’t meet committees, |
| But ordinary mothers don’t get keys to cities— |
| No, ordinary mothers merely see their children all year, |
| Which is nothing, I hear… |
| But it does interfere |
| With the glamorous— |
| I am the princess, guarded by dragons |
| Snorting and grumbling and rumbling in wagons… |
| She’s in her kingdom, wearing disguises, leading a life that is full of |
| surprises… |
| And sometime this summer, she’ll come galloping |
| Over the green! |
| Sometime this summer, to the rescue, |
| My mother the queen! |
| Ordinary mothers thrive on being private, |
| But ordinary mothers somehow can survive it, |
| And ordinary mothers never know they’re just standing still— |
| With their kettles to fill— |
| While they’re missing the thrill |
| Of the glamorous life! |