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By Gary Barbour

Lady Gaga is the love affair that just won’t die. Every time I think I’m going to break the addiction, she pumps out another generic pop song, and I cream. Can’t help it. Sploosh, change panties, press play.

And then there was Gypsy.

I expected another uber-gay club dance song with slightly racist undertones. Instead, I played it five times in a row until I was singing along to the lyrics, using a bottle of wine as a microphone, and claiming “Oh my Gawd, this is about my liiiiifffe!”

So, slightly sober(er?), I’m going to share the thoughts that went through my head when I first listened to Gypsy. (If you haven’t yet, press play… now!)

Sometimes a story has no end,
Sometimes I think that we could just be friends.
‘Cause I’m a wandering man, he said to me.

And what about our future plans?
Does this thing we have even make sense?
When I got the whole world in front of me.

So I said,
I don’t wanna be alone forever, but I can be tonight.
I don’t wanna be alone forever, but I love gypsy life.
I don’t wanna be alone forever, maybe we could see the world together.
I don’t wanna be alone forever, but I can be
Tonight!
Tonight!

Neither do I! Let’s travel the world and pick apples in New Zealand. I’ll grow a beard, and we can rent a little house. And then I came to my senses, remembered the joy of luxury cheeses, and shut that dream down. (Not the New Zealand part, but I would be the world’s worst apple picker.)

So, I just packed my baggage and
Said goodbye to family and friends.
And took a road to nowhere, on my own.
Like Dorothy on the yellow brick,
Hope my ruby shoes get us there quick.
‘Cause I left everyone I love at home.

I cried here, right before the chorus. All five times. Got it together just in time to lose. My. Shit. All over again. I remembered calling my mom the morning of my flight, having spent the previous week at home. The entire time I was with my family, I kept my cool and promised that everything would be fine. When my mom answered, I broke down and cried in the living room of my old apartment. She told me I didn’t have to leave, and I told her that’s not true.

And I don’t wanna be alone forever, but I can be tonight.
I don’t wanna be alone forever, but I love gypsy life.
I don’t wanna be alone forever, maybe we could see the world together.
I don’t wanna be alone forever, but I can be
Tonight!
Tonight!

‘Cause I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m a Gypsy, Gypsy, Gypsy,
I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m A Gypsy, Gypsy, Gypsy, I’m
I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m A Gypsy, Gypsy, Gypsy, I’m
I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m A Gypsy, Gypsy, Gypsy, I’m

I tried this in karaoke a week later, and kept over-I’m-ing. I just didn’t know when to stop!

And then he asked me, he said, ‘Baby, why do we love each other?’
I said, ‘Honey, it’s simple – it’s the way that you love and treat your mother.’

And there was the time my dad saw my boyfriend on Skype and started screaming about ninjas and throwing stars. Wrong Asian, Dad…

Thought that I would be alone forever, but I won’t be tonight.
I’m a man without a home, but I think with you I could spend my life
And you’ll be my little gypsy princess,
Pack your bags and we can chase the sunset,
Bust the rear view and fire up the jets cause it’s you and me
Baby for life! (Would you go with me?)
For life! (See the world with me)
Cause I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m a Gypsy, Gypsy, Gypsy,
I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m A Gypsy, Gypsy, Gypsy,

I’m

Russia, UK, Paris, I’m Italian, Asian Combine, African, India,

I’m a Gypsy, Gyspy, Gypsy, I’m Latin-American, I don’t speak German but I try.

Someday in Jakarta, I’m American, I’m Gypsy, I

Bangkok, Australia, Malaysia (I live here! Also, Lady Gaga probably couldn’t perform here since Elton Effing John had to have a secret concert), Sweden, Finland, Norway.

Be my home, just for the day.

I’m a Gypsy, Gypsy, Gypsy, hey.

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Gary teaches English to Middle Eastern students at an American school in Malaysia. Read about the convergence  of this cultural mishmash on his blog, Collecting Sparrows.

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