I’ve posted these song lyrics in the past, but they’re always appropriate for New Year’s Eve, so here they are again.
The return appearance of 1939 has been imminent for at least four or five years. Every December 31st makes me wonder if the coming year will see the beginning of what must surely come, but every year we manage to put it off a bit longer.
And every year we come a little closer. The Sudetenland has been partitioned (that’s Kosovo). How soon will annexation come?
Armaments are being assembled, not just by Iran and North Korea, but by hundreds of sub-state actors whose arsenals grow ever more lethal.
The belligerent dictator makes increasingly shrill demands, and is explicit in his genocidal goals, even if the Western democracies prefer to look the other way and pretend he doesn’t really mean it.
So 1939 will get here soon enough. Let’s pour the champagne one more time and strike up the band for another dance, while dancing is still possible.
The song below is from the album Between the Wars (1995):
Laughing into 1939
by Al Stewart
Party hat and satin dress
Silver paper curled in her long black hair
Tapping one small elegant shoe in time
Oh, the way she plays with them
Smile at one, then dance with another
Pretty soon they’re forming up a line
And she’s laughing, laughing into 1939
Oh, laughing, laughing into 1939
Oh, the party draws them in
It breathes and moves
To a life its own
In its arms it’s gathering all time
From the dark he watches her
Moving in and out of the bobbing crowd
If she even notices, she gives no sign
And she’s laughing, laughing into 1939
Oh, laughing, laughing into 1939
For tonight is New Year’s Eve
Uncork your spirits and welcome it in
Who knows what it’s got up its sleeve
Can’t wait for it all to begin
Stand by the girl with the purple balloon
The look in her eyes just lights up the room
In the corner of her smile
She’ll be seeing you soon
Under a mistletoe moon
Out on to the balcony
Come the King and Queen
And the crowd go wild
He’s a little bit nervous
But that’s just fine
And they’re laughing, laughing into 1939
Oh, laughing, laughing into 1939
