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I have listened to the song I’ve Never Been To Me (1977) by Charlene several times without really paying much attention to the lyrics.
A careful listen at the lyrics reveal a bittersweet note that goes beyond its catchy tune. This song is about a lady who lived her life to the fullest and looking back serves a warn to the younger ones.
Below is my breakdown of the lyrics.
The lyrics starts as a story-telling narrative of a lady (singer) telling a supposedly “discontented mother” and “regimented wife” of their unfulfilled dreams because of their choices to either marry or be a mother. She laments, wishing someone had talked to her earlier.
In her quest for freedom (“Because I had to be free”), she travelled across the world (“anywhere she wanted”), dated men, including kings and lived a seemingly wildly-adventurous life.
And at the end, she bemoans that her pursuit of “Paradise” of a single, independent, and adventurous woman turns out to be “a lie”.
The lady also ends up “crying for unborn children”, and regrets not having a child when she had the opportunity that would have “made her complete” but rather squandered on her adventures.
She, in turn, tells the mother (“that little baby you’re holding”) and the housewife (“that man you fought with this morning, the same one you are gonna make love to tonight”) that “love” is found in having to sharing it with someone. She further deplores them “Don’t just walk away” from their current lives.
When all the fanfare of music stops playing, she is all, but ALONE!
Despite the life spent travelling and the freedom she experienced, she concludes that the price of it “costs too much to be free“. She was so engaged in discovering the world that she never got to discover herself.
This song, in a way, touches on the existing perpetual debate between Singlehood and Family life.
Below is the lyrics of “I’ve Never Been To Me” (source: songlyrics)
Cursing at your life
You’re a discontented mother
And a regimented wife
I’ve no doubt you dream about
The things you’ll never do
But I wish someone had talked to me
Like I wanna talk of you
Ooo, I’ve been to Georgia and California
And anywhere I could run
Took the hand of a preacher man
And we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces
Because I had to be free
I’ve been to paradise
But I’ve never been to me
Please lady, please, lady
Don’t just walk away
‘Cause I have this need to tell you
Why I’m all alone today
I can see so much of me
Still living in your eyes
Won’t you share a part
Of a weary heart
That has lived a million lives
Oh, I’ve been to Nice
And the isle of Greece
While I sipped champagne on a yacht
I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo
And showed ’em what I’ve got
I’ve been undressed by kings
And I’ve seen some things
That a woman ain’t supposed to see
Hey, you know what paradise is?
It’s a lie
A fantasy we created about people and places
As we like them to be
But you know what truth is?
It’s that little baby you’re holding
And it’s that man you fought with this morning
The same one you are going to make love with tonight
That’s truth, that’s love
Sometimes I’ve been to crying for unborn children
That might have made me complete
But I, I took the sweet life
I never knew I’d be bitter from the sweet
I spent my life exploring
The subtle whoring
That costs too much to be free
Hey lady I’ve been to paradise
But I’ve never been to me…
I’ve been to paradise
But I’ve never been to me