Oh Thirty Days!

Yup.

Thirty days.

Due in exactly a month.

No bones about it, this kid could be here almost any day now, and of course it’s moments like these where other people’s words –especially words of those whose inspirations I admire– tend to do the talking better for me.

I love Chuck Berry, even in spite of his whole “watching women pee” fetish. I don’t love him for the person he is– pretty much a bit of a pervert. But I do love him for the artist he is, which is the reason why I guess Roman Polanski is still not behind bars. It is actually possible to admire only the genius of a person, and not the person as a whole. This is a very important distinction, kids, and a very powerful reason why it’s okay to admire Kobe Bryant as a good basketball player but to not take any relationship tips from him, okay? Chuck Berry’s songs are upbeat, funny, mildly naughty, and above all the basis for rock and roll as we know it. Plus he did the duck walk –something we pregnant women can appreciate, as it is the only walk we CAN do these days (that miserable waddling…. I have tried to stop it, but I find myself doing it and it irks me!).

But back to the topic at hand: “Thirty Days” is one of my favorite Berry songs. I suspect it’s about an angry lover wanting his sweetheart to come back to him after thirty days –perhaps a vacation? But somehow the lyrics seem rather fitting for my mind’s state.

If you’ve never heard this song, you oughta cruise your behind around iTunes, because they have plenty o’ Berry to get your feet a-tappin’.

As for the lyrics, here you go. And I’ll best be seein’ this baby come around somewhere in the 30 days’ ballpark–though if it’s a little late, I know it’ll take after its mama ;o)

30 Days – Chuck Berry
I’m gonna give you thirty days to get back home
I done talked to the gypsey woman on the telephone
She gonna send out a world wide hoodoo
that’ll be the very thing that’ll suit ya
I’m gonna see that you be back home in thirty days
Oh thirty days (thirty days!)
Oh thirty days (thirty days!)
I’m gonna see that you be back home in thirty days
Gonna send out a world wide hoodoo
that’ll be the very thing that’ll suit ya
I’m gonna see that you be back home in thirty days.

I done talked to the judge in private early this morning
And he took me to the sheriff’s office to sign a warning (warrant?)
Gonna put a false charge again ya (against ya)
That’ll be the very thing that’ll send ya
I’m gonna see that you be back home in thirty days
Oh thirty days (thirty days)
Oh thirty days (thirty days)
Baby I’m gonna see that you be back home in thirty days
Gonna put a false charge again ya
that’ll be the very thing that’ll send ya
I’m gonna see that you be back home in thirty days

If I don’t get no satisfaction from the judge
I’m gonna take it to the FBI and voice my grudge
If they don’t give me no consolation
I’m gonna take it to the United Nations
I’m gonna see that you be back home in thirty days
Oh Thirty Days! (thirty days)
Oh Thirty Days! (thirty days)
Babe I’m gonna see that you be back home in thirty days
You don’t give me no consolation
I’m gonna take it to the United Nations
I’m gonna see that you be back home in Thirty Days!

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