TheGhostOfMadameX
Electric Light Orchestra Evil Woman
www.youtube.com/watch?v=R20f-TPKjzc
So, I’m in the American Wing of the MET today, and I’m going through the visible storage areas, as
we’re all looking for something
Me, it so happens, was searching for some grandfather clocks I knew were there. So I find them, and then, over my shoulder, Yikes!, there she is, ...the ghost of Madame X, leaning on me and breathing heavy. She’s upset… She used to be upstairs, in the limelight! Gee, in New York, there was a time when
all the women wanted to be MadameX
She cries. She can’t stand it here, under glass, in this nether storage kingdom. She needs to be out, where the world can admire her. She’s recognizes me,…she knows I’m one of her countless admirers…but she only had airs for me, up there,..then, when things were swell. She’s had it with the MET now, though , and wants to go back to Paris…If only I could help her out of the glass, she whispers in my ear, …softly now, slowly,…she would take me to Paris with her… WHOA!!!, Where have I heard that before. This very past spring, I got taken in by
near the main entrance of the MET at the head of the stairs…I helped her down and out, with the same promise of a Parisian interlude and when we got out
Marie-Denise ditches me in the park - see note
( they caught up with her at JFK, and she’s back on the wall, but I barely say hello anymore). Hey! I shout, fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice!...and I bolted. Got to head of the stairs, but Madame X was angry now, and quickly flew after me and gave me good swift kick in the you know where… luckily, I landed out in the courtyard safe. A little wounded pride, but at least I wasn’t out standing in the rain soaked park, as I was last spring, with a broken heart..
So, the last week of 52 weeks in B&W demonstrates that
lead to dreams...and ghost stories.
TheGhostOfMadameX
Electric Light Orchestra Evil Woman
www.youtube.com/watch?v=R20f-TPKjzc
So, I’m in the American Wing of the MET today, and I’m going through the visible storage areas, as
we’re all looking for something
Me, it so happens, was searching for some grandfather clocks I knew were there. So I find them, and then, over my shoulder, Yikes!, there she is, ...the ghost of Madame X, leaning on me and breathing heavy. She’s upset… She used to be upstairs, in the limelight! Gee, in New York, there was a time when
all the women wanted to be MadameX
She cries. She can’t stand it here, under glass, in this nether storage kingdom. She needs to be out, where the world can admire her. She’s recognizes me,…she knows I’m one of her countless admirers…but she only had airs for me, up there,..then, when things were swell. She’s had it with the MET now, though , and wants to go back to Paris…If only I could help her out of the glass, she whispers in my ear, …softly now, slowly,…she would take me to Paris with her… WHOA!!!, Where have I heard that before. This very past spring, I got taken in by
near the main entrance of the MET at the head of the stairs…I helped her down and out, with the same promise of a Parisian interlude and when we got out
Marie-Denise ditches me in the park - see note
( they caught up with her at JFK, and she’s back on the wall, but I barely say hello anymore). Hey! I shout, fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice!...and I bolted. Got to head of the stairs, but Madame X was angry now, and quickly flew after me and gave me good swift kick in the you know where… luckily, I landed out in the courtyard safe. A little wounded pride, but at least I wasn’t out standing in the rain soaked park, as I was last spring, with a broken heart..
So, the last week of 52 weeks in B&W demonstrates that
lead to dreams...and ghost stories.