DOMINIQUE

(deckers-dolce)

"Dominique, nique, nique . . "
Sang that voice we knew so well,
Her story here I'll tell:
Such a sweet and sad refrain,
Jeanine Deckers was her name,
Jeanine Deckers was her name.

Born in Belgium in the 'Fifties,
With a manner shy and hushed,
As a young girl at the Art School
Held a watercolour brush.

But she renounced all her possessions,
To the Convent she did go,
'Till the world saw 'Soeur Sourire'
On the 'Ed Sullivan Show'.

Yes, in Nineteen Sixty-three,
'Dominique' was Number One,
To her Order, she donated
All the profits from the song.

She won a Grammy Award
For the year's Best Gospel Song.
She was called a 'one hit wonder',
She was called 'The Singing Nun'.

Sudden fame took her by the hand
And led her into the deep,
So uncomfortable performing,
Tranquillisers helped her sleep.

Soon she left her Convent tunic,
For modern clothes again,
And met dear Annie Pescher
Who became her lifelong friend.

She criticised the Church,
In a protest voice so bold,
When she wrote 'The Golden Pill'
Praising God for birth control!

They built a school in Belgium
Where autistic kids could go,
But the Tax Department closed it
For a claim they said she owed.

Then in Nineteen Eighty-five,
Times were destitute and black,
Jeanine Decker and Annie Pescher
Made their suicidal pact.

"Dominique, nique, nique . . "
Sang that voice we knew so well,
Her story here I'll tell:
Such a sweet and sad refrain,
Jeanine Deckers was her name,
Jeanine Deckers was her name.

"(Luc) Dominique, nique, nique
S'en allait tout simplement
Routier pauvre et chantant
En tous chemins, en tous lieux,
Elle ne parle que du bon Dieu,
Elle ne parle que du bon Dieu."

 

(unrecorded, published in ETCHINGS)