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Monday, January 29, 2007

This Shirt

So, I have this flannel shirt of Mom's. She probably bought it when she was very young - the brand is Wedgefield, which I'm sure is from Sears or Monkey Ward and it is literally falling apart. It's not something I would ever wear out in public, but I can't bare to get rid of it. It's my mommy's.

And every time I wear it, I think of the Mary Chapin Carpenter song, This Shirt. So I thought I'd post the lyrics and pictures for you.

This Shirt
Written by Mary Chapin Carpenter
Album: State of the Heart

This shirt is old and faded
All the color's washed away
I've had it now for more damn years
Than I can count anyway
I wear it beneath my jacket
With the collar turned up high
So old I should replace it
But I'm not about to try

This shirt's got silver buttons
And a place upon the sleeve
Where I used to set my heart up
Right there anyone could see
This shirt is the one I wore to every boring high school dance
Where the boys ignored the girls
And we all pretended to like the band

This shirt was a pillow for my head
On a train through Italy
This shirt was a blanket beneath the love
We made in Argeles
This shirt was lost for three whole days
In a town near Buffalo
'Till I found the locker key
In a downtown Trailways bus depot

This shirt was the one I lent you
And when you gave it back
There was a rip inside the sleeve
Where you rolled your cigarettes
It was the place I put my heart
Now look at where you put a tear
I forgave your thoughtlessness
But not the boy who put it there

This shirt was the place your cat
Decided to give birth to five
And we stayed up all night watching
And we wept when the last one died
This shirt is just an old faded piece of cotton
Shining like the memories
Inside those silver buttons

This shirt is a grand old relic
With a grand old history
I wear it now for Sunday chores
Cleaning house and raking leaves
I wear it beneath my jacket
With the collar turned up high
So old I should replace it
But I'm not about to try


Anonymous Anonymous said...

He, he, he......I'm thinking you have a little too much time on your hands. ;>) I've never heard that song before.

4:31 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

So send it back to Mama.


5:54 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi there, I loved the song and I love the shirt. Don't get rid of it. I have a shirt like that, not plaid but loved. There are still a few threads holding it together. It is an old friend. It comforts me.

6:10 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I think I remember you wearing that shirt when I lived with you in highschool. I wouldn't throw it away either!

8:49 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

fuck off bitch

10:52 PM  

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