Handbags And Gladrags


This song has always meant something special to me. I have an open question; What do these lyrics mean to you, or what feeling(s) do they give you?

Originally written by Manfred Mann’s singer (sorry, his name is lost in my pea-brain). First, a newer version. Having heard this, now I don’t need to post Rod Stewart’s version.

Ever see a blind man cross the road

Trying to make the other side

Ever see a young girl growing old

Trying to make herself a bride

So what becomes of you my love

When they have finally stripped you of

The handbags and the gladrags

That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you

Once I was a young man

And all I thought I had to do was smile

Well you are still a young girl

And you bought everything in style

So once you think you’re in you’re out

‘Cos you don’t mean a single thing without

The handbags and the gladrags

That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you

Sing a song of six-pence for your sake

And take a bottle full of rye

Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake

And bake them all in a pie

They told me you missed school today

So what I suggest you just throw them all away

The handbags and the gladrags

That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy

Oh oh

They told me you missed school today

So what I suggest you just throw them all away

The handbags and the gladrags

That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy

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Now, my favorite version. Sorry, I love anything done by Bill Chase.

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6 responses to “Handbags And Gladrags

  1. The latter is more catchy, but the newer version seems more in line w/ the lyrics.
    The song means, “Quit trying to be so popular and up to date in fashion if you’re going to forget the stuff that’s really important.”

    • Hi Lisa. Thanks for the sympathy visit. I guess as youngsters most of us took our family for granted. I know I did. I just think it’s sad that our society has been screwed up by hyper-consumerism. Somehow we’ve turned capitalism into an illness. How do we teach our kids about the things of real value?

  2. Sometimes I just read the email version. Will visit more often.

  3. Who the hell are you, sekanblogger, if not a powerful otherworldly dude who can look inside my head? There are many things that trigger flashbacks and feelings, but that song is a devastating nuke on all my senses. It takes me back to Minneapolis in the early days of puberty, when the Rod Stewart version was getting some airplay, and I was discovering the opposite sex, and sweet rock and roll that could be so damn powerful. I have no idea what those lyrics mean, but they evoke so much sadness and nostalgia and longing for lost innocence and . . . well . . . I’m going to order the damn CD tonight. Excuse my moment.

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