Lesley Gore: It's My Party Meaning
Song Released: 1963
It's My Party Lyrics
Lesley Gore
Nobody knows where my Johnny
has gone
Judy left the same time
Why was he holding her hand
When he's supposed to be mine
It's my party, and I'll cry if I
want to
Cry if I want to, cry if I want
to
You would cry...
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There is no interpretation required, this was written by two male songwriters and executed by a 16 year old singer in the 60's. Thus, this is a simple song about a girl who sees the boy she loves walk out with another girl. Now knowing the singer is a lesbian makes it obvious to jump to conclusions regarding.
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The singer actually likes Judy not Johnny- her tears are actually frustration at not being able to consummate her relationship with Judy- certainly Lesbianism was more frowned upon in that day than now- notice the J in both names. Judy is actually trying to make the singer jealous by leaving with Johnny and has no intention of being with him- the singer had originally planned to use the party as a coming out event for her and Judy, but Judy got scared and left with Johnny, and thereby deflecting attention from the real issue- Gore's songs are often infused with multiple layers of meaning, and she was a kind of precursor to performers such as Bob Dylan and Leonard Cohen.
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