{"id":19,"date":"2005-10-05T02:51:00","date_gmt":"2005-10-05T09:51:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/?p=19"},"modified":"2015-09-22T17:57:30","modified_gmt":"2015-09-23T00:57:30","slug":"sheena-no-sheena-no-sheena-no","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/2005\/10\/05\/sheena-no-sheena-no-sheena-no\/","title":{"rendered":"Sheena No Sheena (No Sheena No)"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"GetT<\/span>his song started with me dropping my head into my hands, addressing a friend who was not present but who was being talked about by a pair of caring but exasperated friends, saying, “Sheena… no<\/span>… Sheena<\/span>.”<\/p>\n

You probably get the drift.<\/p>\n

But no vexation is so troubling — or irritating — that it can’t be turned into art. Well, maybe not art, exactly, in this <\/span>case. But something trapped in the no man’s land between edification and amusement, yet somehow probably failing both.<\/p>\n

Sheena eventually quit her wild ways, grew up, settled down, and, last time I checked was a happy suburban soccer mom.<\/p>\n

She was lucky.<\/span><\/p>\n\n

 <\/p>\n

Sheena No Sheena (No Sheena No)<\/span><\/p>\n

Sheena was a spy
\nfor the FBI
\nher contact never showed
\nand she never wondered why<\/p>\n

but the saucer people came
\nand the hours just disappeared
\nthe dreams began again
\nand the eyes behind the mirrors<\/p>\n

Sheena no Sheena <\/span>
\nno Sheena no<\/span><\/p>\n

the house began to talk
\nand the giant spiders came
\nshe went out for a walk
\nshe was gone for seven days<\/p>\n

Sheena no Sheena <\/span>
\nno Sheena no<\/span><\/p>\n

in the morning she was fine
\nher eyes were bright and clear
\nI’ve got two left she cooed to me
\nand dropped one in her beer<\/p>\n

Sheena no Sheena <\/span>
\nno Sheena no<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

This song started with me dropping my head into my hands, addressing a friend who was not present but who was being talked about by a pair of caring but exasperated friends, saying, “Sheena… no… Sheena.” You probably get the drift. But no vexation is so troubling — or irritating — that it can’t be […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"pgc_meta":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[6,340],"tags":[64,103,104,105,63,106],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1409,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19\/revisions\/1409"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}