Glendora is an indie rock song by Rilo Kiley. It was probably composed by Jenny Lewis and Blake Sennett, although, as far as I know, the band hasn't released any official credits for the song. It was first released as track 3 the Sandbox Sessions 05/02/98 in 1998 with an almost riot grrl style, but a more properly produced version was included on the Rilo Kiley demo album in 1999 which is more similar to Rilo Kiley's early sound. It's track 3 on the first pressing and track 5 on the second. The song appears to be an autobiographical account of an abusive boyfriend Jenny stayed with for far too long. The boyfriend is described as being absent, verbally abusive, coercing her into a threesome, and using Jenny as a wetnap (in the original version, the term used is "loadsock"). In this context, wetnap and loadsock describe something a person masturbates into and then tosses away.
Despite this being a fan favorite that is often shouted out as a request during live performances, Jenny Lewis rarely performs this song live. I presume she is either embarrassed by the song, doesn't want to have to relive the events, or no longer feels the way she did when she wrote it.
The friend who introduced me to Rilo Kiley also gave me a compilation CD with all of the tracks from the first three of Rilo Kiley's demo CDs, and that was when I first heard this song. I found the lyrics of abuse and self-deprecation set to a pop sound to be right up my alley, and this song quickly became one of my all-time favorites.
It's New Year's Eve, I'm in Glendora. I'm the only living person in Glendora. Headin' east on the freeway. I left my prom dress on the bus stop in Duarte. I switch the rules, you take advantage. You know I always like to play the victim. And would you fuck me? 'Cause I'd fuck me. Am I your wetnap? Freestyle walkin'. I cry, cry, cry, then I complain, Come back for more, do it again. I cry, cry, cry, then I complain, Come back for more, do it again. I'm on my way, I want to see you. Yer in your bedroom with some dancers, I'm beneath you. I come inside, I hear the door slam. You tell me if I really loved you I'd get with them. They make me sick, you make me sicker, But I want to please you so I go and I get with her. I close my eyes, I think about me, I'm just your wetnap. Freestyle walkin'. I cry, cry, cry, then I complain, Come back for more, do it again. I cry, cry, cry, then I complain, Come back for more, do it again. I should find someone better for me, But Mom says we're born this way. Every time I come over to your house, You just shit on my face. And you know, you know, You know, you know it really freaks me out. I drove for hours on bad directions. I arrive, there's something you forgot to mention, An afterthought, straight to the tabby. Sorry, Angel, went to Reno, happy happy. It ain't the rest, why do you Jenny? I'm in a booth it's almost twelve, your favorite Denny's. Another year, I need a sundae. I'm just your side-bet. Freestyle walkin'. I cry, cry, cry, then I complain, Come back for more, do it again. I cry, cry, cry, then I complain, Come back for more, do it again. I cry, cry, cry, then I complain, Come back for more, do it again. (thank you very much)
- youtube.com/watch?v=hRHM6lHaFrU - Album version.
- youtube.com/watch?v=e4msU1coiVs - Sandbox Sessions version.
- youtube.com/watch?v=Nh5bFoKEBDY - Chatting about Glendora, but fan sings chorus.