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John Forster: Music

Entering Marion

(John Forster)
Music & lyrics by John Forster

Every year I drive out to Cape Cod for the last part of June.
Leave the city by ten and you're there in the late afternoon.
On the way there's a village called Marion that you pass through.
The first time I approached it, I'll always remember the sign that came into view.

It said, "Entering Marion." 

And I thought, "What a fun little sign!"
But the feeling of entering Marion

Had a kick that was hard to define...

A rapturous rush, a physical flush,

Chills up and down the spine.

For the few minutes I was in Marion

All Massachusetts was mine.

(spoken) Well, it got to be kind of an annual thing...the event that would start each vacation off with a bang!

Then one year--who knows why?--I decided to try a new route.

So I got out my map and I traced one I thought was a beaut.

After driving all morning, I came to the top of a hill,

Where a sign stood before me that promised a new kind of thrill.

It said, "Entering Beverly,"

Which was lovely and not overbuilt.

And the pleasure of entering Beverly

Far outweighed any feelings of guilt.

I could say I'm contrite but it wouldn't be right,

For the truth is that later that day,

I found myself entering Sharon.

It was there. So was I. We enjoyed it.
Hey, what can I say?

By the next year I'd try any route, just for novelty's sake.

I was cursed with a thirst that no single township could slake.

Oh, at the wheel I looked calm but inside I was running amok,

When a sign in the road dead ahead sent me straight into shock:

"Entering Lawrence." 

My God! I was out of control.

And I'd no sooner finished with Lawrence

Than Boom! I was entering Lowell.
Then I backtracked and re-entered Lawrence,

Then Quincy and Norton as well.

Around midnight I pulled into Athol

And flopped in a fleabag motel.

I slept fitfully in my clothing

And awoke in a pool of sweat and self-loathing.

Lying there, feeling lower than carrion,

A name came clear as a clarion.

I jumped in my car

And before very far--

I was entering Marion.

How totally, wonderfully great!

How grand to be entering Marion

After tramping all over the state.

Every sleaze-bucket burb,

Every tryst by the curb

Had really just helped me to find

I'm happiest entering Marion.

I guess I'm the Marion kind.

Oh yes, I'm the Marion kind.