dancing lola

this is a new start. same girl, same life, new stories, and a new openness and willingness to share my stories with whomever cares to read. (in this blogging world, reading substitues listening).

why dancing lola? well, for those who've known me for some time knows that i've always loved the song copacabana, and will sing enthusiastically to the verses "her name is lola, she was a showgirl, with yellow feathers in her hair, and a dress cut down to there." it's such a happy, cabaret-style song about a showgirl, and yet the story tells of such a tragic end -

Her name is Lola, she was a showgirl
But that was 30 years ago, when they used to have a show
Now it's a disco, but not for Lola
Still in the dress she used to wear, faded feathers in her hair
She sits there so refined, and drinks herself half-blind
She lost her youth and she lost her Tony
Now she's lost her mind!

how tragic, but how beautiful.

then there's this other song which is pretty much my favourite cha cha cha song - whatever lola wants, lola gets, which speaks of the wilful side of me.

Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets
And little man, little Lola wants you
Make up your mind to have no regrets
Recline yourself, resign yourself, you're through
I always get what I aim for
And your heart'n soul is what I came for

such a little bitch! but i like that.

i take on lola's persona, for lola is who i want to be in my dancing. the morphing of a confident little bitch who knows exactly what she wants and knows when and how to get it, and the fancy little showgirl (aside from the part where she lost her mind), who lives her life loving and performing; true to her emotions all the way to the end.

and so i am lola.