Dolly Parton Approved this Post…

19 01 2013

Here lately I’ve been on a music binge, not a tiny one either. For the past month I have consumed melodic entities like a sumo wrestler at the all-you-can-eat buffet. It has gotten to the point where I wish I could actually listen to and fully enjoy multiple songs at once (I tried, it didn’t work so well.) A healthy portion of my listening pleasure has sourced from one of the greatest country artist’s of all time: Dolly Parton.

I’ve found that the majority of the population either really loves her or really dislikes her. Some naysayers find her appearance frightening or trashy (NOT my words,) while others acknowledge her as a fantastic business woman but don’t lean towards her country genre.

Then you have the die-hards such as myself. My sister gifted me Dolly’s newest album for Christmas (Thanks Caitlin!) titled Better Days. And I’ve listened to it quite frequently. And by that I mean set on repeat  for a few hours at a time.

I think part of the reason why I love Dolly so much beyond her incredible voice and kind disposition would simply be the depth and beauty of the lyrics both writes and covers. One of my favorites by her is “Mountain Angel.” And for your listening pleasure here’s a link to the song. If you don’t feel like listening  then at least read the lyrics.

Pretty as an angel from the day that she was born 
Skin as fair as Lily’s hair, as golden as the corn 
They knew that she was special from the moment she first cried 
She was a mountain angel certified 
She was her momma’s baby, she was her daddy’s pride 
Good at home, at church and school, at everything she tried 
Everybody’s darlin’ led a charmed and peaceful life 
The perfect mountain angel ’til he arrived 
And ohh, she fell so deeply 
Ooh, she couldn’t stop 
She gave herself to him, milled it completely 
He lifted her so high he let her drop 

She gave up everything for him that mattered in her life 
All the others that had loved her and she vowed to be his wife 
She dreamed of bearing children in an ivy-covered house 
The mountain angel’s sunshine turned to clouds 
The wicked handsome stranger left the way he came 
Broke her heart and broke her mind 
She never was the same 
They say he was the devil 
That had come to steal her soul 
She never loved another it was told 
They say she had a baby 
Some say that it had died 
They it’s just as well 
As it had been the devil’s child 
They say good conquers evil 
But here, evil won the prize 
So the mountain angel took to the wild 

And ooh, she couldn’t take it 
Years passed and she had long since lost her mind 
She waited for him as her beauty faded 
Her parents died from grief before their time 

She tried to gather pieces of her life, they wouldn’t fit 
Beside the tiny grave deep in the woods is where she’d sit 
Talking to the child, herself, to him, who knew for sure 
Possessed they say by satan’s insane lure 
High a’top the mountain, for years they say she’s seen 
Looking down upon the town where she had once been queen 
She’d sneak around the playground, watch the little children play 
They’d see the crazy lady then run away 
They say she roamed these hills for years, wearing not a stitch 
The lovely mountain angel now thought to be a witch 
She made those wailing mournful sounds 
That you could hear for miles 
Long after she laid down upon her baby’s grave and died 

And ooh, her ghost is callin’ 
She’s waiting for the ones that she adored 
Through spring and summer, fall when snow is fallin’ 
Her spirit roams these hills forever more 
The mountain angel’s voices ever more

If you’ve been following this blog long enough, then you know that it is my ultimate goal to write and illustrate children’s books. What some of you may or may not know though is that Dolly is a huge supporter of children’s literacy and  works hard to foster kid’s interest in reading through her program called Imagination Library. I met Dolly once (ok so maybe it was in a dream that didn’t make it any less cool) and she asked me about my authorship dreams. She heartily agreed with my efforts and was very encouraging. And yes even though it was in a dream it was awesome to wake up with the feeling that one of my heroes validated my pursuits. I’m certain that if we were to meet in real life and the same scenario occurred she would react much the same way. Although if we were to meet, I’m not sure I would have the ability for much talking as I would probably just stand there stupefied, nervous, excited and in awe. 😀

Anyway give Dolly a try, there is nothing better than some backwoods picking and a gorgeous voice to boot. You just might find yourself liking it. Don’t say I didn’t warn you (but you can thank me later!)

As always thanks for reading!

Cheers!

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2 responses

21 01 2013
georgesawaya

I don’t think I’m ever going to forget the word combo, “Mountain angel.” I’ll trade you “steams your bones like carrots” for it.

22 01 2013
eclecticnomad

Lol I would heartily agree to this but I think you’ve already used it successfully in your poem and I would hate to deconstruct such beauty. Perhaps if you had not done the phrase justice, but darn you George you’re too good at your craft! You can still have mountain angel though 😉

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