A daughter of a teacher friend of my fellow retired tech teacher and ed blogger friend Norm (whew!). There is unfortunately no link at all to Knickebocker Village except her grandparents' NYC immigrant roots and to a KV baby boomer era heart throb, Julie London, who Lucy is a fan of. Lucy is a featured artist this month a Barnes and Noble According to her bio:
The title song, “Hot and Bothered” takes the melody of a Yiddish lullaby Lucy’s grandmother sang to her as a baby. “It turned out pretty racy, but I still think Grandma Sylvia would approve if she heard it now,” Lucy says
I keep reminding myself that I have a daughter older than her
All day long I sit home
Channel surfing alone
Waiting for your unexpected
Visit through my window
You take me and undress me
Educate and test me
Breathless and bewildered
Then like magic you're gone
It doesn't really matter
When you come or where you go
And it doesn't really matter
I really don't want to know
Cause you're the only thing
That gets my boring life
Hot and bothered
So baby come back
And hot and bother me
It's 3 a.m. I wake up
I get myself all dressed up
I wait for you to kiss and burn me
Melt off all my make-up
Your crazy thoughts are unkind
But in the back of my mind
I think that you would love me, need me
It's just a waste of my time
And it doesn't really matter
When you come or where you go
And it doesn't really matter
I really don't want to know
Cause you're the only thing
That gets my boring life
Hot and bothered
So baby come back
And hot and bother me
And maybe it's what I deserve
For all the times that I've
Hurt, and burned, and toyed
And played with your heart
Look at me caving in
You win...
Oh, you're the only thing
You're the only thing
That gets my boring life
Hot and bothered
So baby come back
And hot and bother me
Baby won't you come back
Baby won't you come back
Baby won't you come back through my window and bother me
Baby won't you come back
Baby won't you come back
Baby won't you come back and hot and bother me
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Hi, Norm sent me over to take a look at what you posted. You're right, no links to Knickerbocker Village exactly, but L herself lived in your area (I think on Ludlow) in the early part of her career.
In the 50s, my own family lived on E.10th between A and B, which is of little interest to anyone, but about that lullaby — it was handed down from my own grandma. You may know it:
Ay-la-lu-lu, Da-vid,
Ay-la-lu-lu, Da-vid,
Ay-la-lu-lu, ay-la-lu-lu,
Ay-la-lu-lu, Da-vid.
then substitute everyone's name you know for each repetition until the kid goes to sleep or you do, whichever comes first. That grandma was one of those secular socialist Zionists who believed the new state of Israel should have been speaking Yiddish instead of Hebrew.
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