I was talking with a friend recently about Ray Lamontagne’s song “Jolene.” We agreed that this song somehow gets into our bloodstream when we listen to it. Something about “Jolene” just gets into the veins (presumably through the eardrums).
It’s just a raw, gritty, longing song:
“Lately my hands they don’t feel like mine
My eyes been stung with dust and blind
Held you in my arms one time
Lost you just the same
Jolene
I ain’t about to go straight
It’s too late
I found myself face down in a ditch
Booze in my hair
Blood in my lips
A picture of you holding a picture of me
In the pocket of my blue jeans
Still don’t know what love means
Still don’t know what love means.”
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My other favorite songs whose titles are women’s names:
Amanda – Boston
Mary Jane’s Last Dance – Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers
Ruby – Kaiser Chiefs
Runaround Sue – Dion
Meet Virginia – Train
What’s one you like?
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