Lana Del Rey “Blue Velvet” image from HERE.
I saw and heard Dad today--in Lana Del Rey’s cover of “Blue Velvet,” which Lex played on a CD in our car--and in the cotton-tail bunny I saw scampering on the green grass.
Sis and I say Dad is in the bunnies we see.
One of us will say to the other,
“I saw Papa today,” and we know what it means.
The bunnies show up at hard times, as a comfort, or sometimes, after Sis comes to visit, a day Dad would be happy to see.
I associate the song “Blue Velvet” with him. I guess my parents had the record. They had a lot of records, and I love that. I seem to remember listening to the song with Dad.
Figgy also played Lana Del Rey so much. Today, when I listened with Skippy, I loved the song. So rich. The violins in the beginning, the full-bodied vocals. Wow.
Per Wikipedia
"Blue Velvet" is a popular song written and composed in 1950 by Bernie Wayne and Lee Morris. A top 20 hit for Tony Bennett in its original 1951 version, the song has since been re-recordedmany times, with a 1963 version by Bobby Vinton reaching No. 1.
Inspiration/ Composition[edit]
Songwriter Bernie Wayne was inspired to begin writing "Blue Velvet" on a 1951 visit to Richmond, Virginia where he stayed at the Jefferson Hotel: at a party at the hotel Wayne continually caught sight of a female guest dressed in blue velvet with whom he would have a holiday romance.[
Lyrics:
She wore blue velvet
Bluer than velvet was the night
Softer than satin was the light
From the stars
She wore blue velvet
Bluer than velvet were her eyes
Warmer than may her tender sighs
Love was ours
Ours, a love I held tightly
Feeling the rapture grow
Like a flame burning brightly
But when she left, gone was the glow
Of blue velvet
But in my heart there'll always be
Precious and warm, a memory
Through the years
And we still can see blue velvet
Through our tears
Ours, a love I held tightly
Feel the rapture grow
Like a flame burning brightly
But when she left, gone was the glow
Of blue velvet
But in my heart there'll always be
Precious and warm, a memory
Through the years
And we still can see blue velvet
Through our tears
I might write a Medium story about this, but too tired now.
Good night.
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