MUSIC-POP: Dean Ford and Fernando Perdomo / “Reflections of My Life” / Genghis Cohen (Los Angeles) / January 2, 2016 ☮

Marmalade lead singer and songwriter Dean Ford accompanied by Fernando Perdomo performs Marmalade’s biggest hit live to a sold-out audience at Genghis Cohen (Los Angeles) on January 2, 2016.

“Reflections of My Life” written by Marmalade band members Junior Campbell and Dean Ford (1969).

PERFORMING ARTS – BROADWAY: “Broadway Stars Come Together for Orlando’s LGBT Community” / CBS Evening News ☮

Broadway’s biggest stars came together last week to record a new version of “What the World Needs Now is Love” with profits benefiting Orlando’s LGBT community. Producer James Wesley and his husband, musician Seth Rudetsky, put the project together in just two days. Dr Jon LaPook reports.

PERFORMING ARTS – POP MUSIC: Lesley Gore / “You Don’t Own Me” / T.A.M.I Show / 1964 ☮

You don’t own me
I’m not just one of your many toys
You don’t own me
Don’t say I can’t go with other boys

And don’t tell me what to do
Don’t tell me what to say
And please, when I go out with you
Don’t put me on display, ’cause

You don’t own me
No, don’t try to change me in any way
You don’t own me
Don’t tie me down, I will never stay

Oh – and don’t tell you what to do
No – don’t tell you what to say
And please – when I go out with you
Don’t put me on display

I don’t tell you what to say
I – I don’t tell you what to do
So just let me be myself
That’s all I ask of you

I’m young – and I love to be young
I’m free – and I love to be free
To live my life the way I want
To say and do whatever I please

You don’t own me

MUSIC – POP: Charlene / “I’ve Never Been to Me” / 1982 ☮

Charlene – I’ve never been to me 1982

Hey lady, you lady, cursing at your life
You’re a discontented mother and a regimented wife
I’ve no doubt you dream about the things you’ll never do
But, I wish someone had talked to me
Like I wanna talk to you

Oh, I’ve been to Georgia and California and anywhere I could run
I took the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free
I’ve been to paradise but I’ve never been to me

Please lady, please lady, don’t just walk away
‘Cause I have this need to tell you why I’m all alone today
I can see so much of me still living in your eyes
Won’t you share a part of a weary heart that has lived million lies

Oh, I’ve been to Nice and the isles of Greece
while I’ve sipped champagne on a yacht
I’ve moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo
and showed ’em what I’ve got

I’ve been undressed by kings and I’ve seen some things
that a woman ain’t supposed to see
I’ve been to paradise, but I’ve never been to me

Sometimes I’ve been to crying for unborn children
that might have made me complete
But I took the sweet life, I never knew
I’d be bitter from the sweet

I’ve spent my life exploring the subtle whoring
that costs too much to be free
Hey lady I’ve been to paradise,
But I’ve never been to me