*I sling on my pearls,
and my baby doll dress.
My hair is in curls,
and my room is left a mess.
I'm off to a party in underground London.
We dance in a basement,
our very own encasement,
the place where we can be.
We prance around the room,
screaming words that don't make sense,
but still do at our expense.
We are a movement,
a revolution,
and even an era,
of kids who don't fit in.
Yet, in our own way,
we are freaks of the night,
and socialites of the day.*
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 2:23 PM UTC
*I sling on my pearls,
and my baby doll dress.
My hair is in curls,
and my room is left a mess.
I'm off to a party in underground London.
We dance in a basement,
our very own encasement,
the place where we can be.
We prance around the room,
screaming words that don't make sense,
but still do at our expense.
We are a movement,
a revolution,
and even an era,
of kids who don't fit in.
Yet, in our own way,
we are freaks of the night,
and socialites of the day.*
The Bright Young Things, or Bright Young People, was a nickname given by the press to a group of bohemian young aristocrats and socialites in 1920s London.