![]() Anyways, I especially relate to her midnights becoming afternoons, complex PTSD often leads to this phenomenon, whether due to purposeful sleep deprivation by the abuser, or just hyper vigilance associated with the PTSD, along with the fear of facing people, especially your loved ones, who funny how you say the words domestic violence, abuse, abuse survivor and boom the subject changes. The abuser has no anxieties, no emotional pain, or salience/memory for that matter, so the survivor appears to be the crazy one, obsessed with the abuse and that buzzword that seems to ignite arguments about diagnosing people without a degree, etc. I believe this is another amazingly on point and nuanced commentary on the insanity that follows emotionally abusive relationships. Telling not just a story with words, but taking you inside it and making you feel like you are there, with their interpretation. There is a huge difference between a singer who simply belts out a song that is on a page in front of them, and someone who can convey an entire experience with their voice. So, not a song about a poor girl, but a song of hope and how you can rise up no matter how far down you started. She's the one sitting in the drivers seat at the end. She didn't let the naysayers and judgers stop her. She not only stayed alive, she turned her hard beginnings around, became self sufficient, successful and someone with respect for herself. And the powerful spirit of a poor young girl being abandoned to her future with only a red dress and her wits to keep her alive. Takes me to the deep South and the poverty of some who lived thru truly hard times. This song captivates me still, after 50+ years. But it is a completely different song than the other one that sounds slapped together in a few takes without a thought for the meaning. The only reason it was remade was to scoop up a boatload of money from a more modern and accepting audience. ![]() Just listening for the 784,654th time.and it's just perfect in every way. You know, that there's no more morning dew. People, you know that there's no more morning dew. What they've been saying all these years has come true, Now there is no more morning dew, at all, oh. What they've been saying all these god-darn' years has come true, You, you did not hear no young girl cryin'. Thought I heard a young man cryin' today. Please walk me out in the morning dew, sometime.Ĭan't walk you out in no morning dew. Walk me out in the morning dew, my honey.
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