Candyman

I posted here not so long ago that I was married before B, for about 45 seconds or so.  That was never meant to be.  B was actually our wedding photographer and as I was walking down the aisle, I looked at B and thought, "Damn, why is he taking pictures instead of taking me??"  We've always been suited to one another -even so much so that it came out in my dreams.  Jill just sent me an album, The Grateful Dead's American Beauty, that means so much to me - it sang in my future with my Candyman.

 

I dreamed one night that I was in an apartment with my then husband, S.  The apartment, however, wasn't the apartment we were living in.  It was a location as of yet unknown.  I dreamed that I was washing dishes at a kitchen sink that over looked a backyard.  I dreamed that I got a phone call.  When I answered the phone, it was B, calling me from outside the window, and he was singing Candyman.  I woke immediately and knew that B and I would be together - I just had to wait for him to come around again.

 

Candyman

Come on all you pretty women, with your hair a hanging down,
Open up your windows cuz the candyman's in town.
Come on boys and gamble, roll those laughing bones,
Seven come eleven, boys I'll take your money home.

Look out, look out the candyman,
Here he comes and he's gone again.
Pretty lady ain't got no friend till,
The candyman comes around again, around again.

I come from memphis where I learned to talk the jive,
When I get back to memphis be one less man alive.
Good morning mr. benson, I see you're doing well,
If I had me a shotgun I'd blow you straight to hell.

Look out, look out the candyman,
Here he comes and he's gone again.
Pretty lady ain't got no friend till,
The candyman comes around again, around again.

Come on boys and wager if you have got the mind,
If you've got a dollar boys, lay it on the line,
Hand me my old guitar, pass the whiskey round,
Won't you tell everybody you meet that the candyman's in town.

Look out, look out the candyman,
Here he comes and he's gone again.
Pretty lady ain't got no friend till,
The candyman comes around again, around again.

 

The song isn't a love song by any means.  And most folks wouldn't find it encouraging.  But, then again, most folks don't have a Candyman like B.

 

Oh, and the apartment?  It wasn't apartment.  It was a house.  And the kitchen?  It's the same kitchen I cook in every day.  I dreamed of my life with B and I dreamed of our house 3 years before I ever saw .

 

Thanks, Jill, for giving me back the soundtrack of my life.