On Bobbie Gentry's birthday, I am listening to one of my favorites: a truly strange baroque-noir meditation on identity & fame that anticipates her decision to fade to black in the public eye.
I had a most distressing dream last night
I dreamed I was a crystal bird
Caught in perpetual flight
I'd ascend and glide and descend and ride
On the wind and never alight
I had a most distressing dream last night
Glass enclosed, exposed wherever I flew
With no control and a crystal soul
That one could see right thru
No ethereal nest where I could rest
I was frightened by what I knew
That my two crystal legs were broken in two
When I awoke my heart was beating fast
As if all night and endless flight
An eternity had passed
As I shook my head and slipped from my bed
Released from the prism, at last
I stepped upon a bit of shattered glass