In keeping with the shoe theme at the Red Dress Club yesterday, this week's Song for Saturday is this fun, old song by Nancy Sinatra.
I find that this song is best enjoyed when cranked, preferably with girlfriends, but alone is okay too. You must sing at the top of your lungs and you must be wearing a pair of killer boots to fully appreciate the music and the lyrics.
Are you ready boots? Start walking! fg doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo!fd
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My husband and I headed to the beach today. We walked the boardwalk and had fish and chips on a restaurant patio. Anywhere near the ocean is my favourite place to be and I often think of this song when I am there. Happy Place.
Cool Change - Little River Band
If there's one thing in my life that's missing
It's the time that I spend alone
Sailing on the cool and bright clear water
Lots of those friendly people
And they're showing me ways to go
And I never want to lose their inspiration
Time for a cool change
I know that it's time for a cool change
And now that my life is so prearranged
I know that it's time for a cool change
Well, I was born in the sign of water
And it's there that I feel my best
The albatross and the whales they are my brothers
It's kind of a special feeling
When you're out on the sea alone
Staring at the full moon, like a lover
Time for a cool change
I know that it's time for a cool change
Now that my life is so prearranged
I know that it's time for a cool change
I've never been romantic
And sometimes I don't care
I know it may sound selfish
But let me breathe the air, yeah
Let me breathe the air
[Instrumental Interlude]
If there's one thing in my life that's missing
It's the time that I spend alone
Sailing on the cool and bright clear water
It's kind of a special feeling
When you're out on the sea alone
Staring at the full moon, like a lover
Time for a cool change
I know that it's time for a cool change
Now that my life is so prearranged
I know that it's hard for a cool
Cool, cool change
It's time, it's time, it's time
It's time, it's time, it's time
For a cool, cool change
Oooooh, I know it's time for a cool
Cool, cool change
Now that my life is so prearranged
Well, I know, I know, I know, I know
That it's time for a cool change
Yes it is, yes it is, yes it is, yes it is
It's Time for a cool change
A Song for Saturday on Sunday. I have decided to share a song from my favourite artist and can't believe I haven't done so before now. Her voice touches my soul and her lyrics are always thought provoking. Just when you think you know what they mean, time and circumstance change your perspective to reveal new meaning. She truly is a poet.
Where in hell can you go
Far from the things that you know
Far from the sprawl of concrete
That keeps crawling its way
About 1,000 miles a day?
Take one last look behind
Commit this to memory and mind
Don't miss this wasteland, this terrible place
When you leave
Keep your heart off your sleeve
Motherland cradle me
Close my eyes
Lullaby me to sleep
Keep me safe
Lie with me
Stay beside me
Don't go, don't you go
O, my five & dime queen
Tell me what have you seen?
The lust and the avarice
The bottomless, the cavernous greed
Is that what you see?
Motherland cradle me
Close my eyes
Lullaby me to sleep
Keep me safe
Lie with me
Stay beside me
Don't go
It's your happiness I want most of all
And for that I'd do anything at all, o mercy me!
If you want the best of it or the most of all
If there's anything I can do at all
Now come on shot gun bride
What makes me envy your life?
Faceless, nameless, innocent, blameless and free,
What's that like to be?
Motherland cradle me
Close my eyes
Lullaby me to sleep
Keep me safe
Lie with me
Stay beside me
Don't go, don't you go
I have been sick for over three weeks now and I was looking for a song to make me feel "Better".
This one just seemed to fit.
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Regina Spektor - Better
If I kiss you where it's sore If I kiss you where it's sore Will you feel better, better, better Will you feel anything at all Will you feel better, better, better Will you feel anything at all
Born like sisters to this world In a town where blood ties are only blood If you never say your name out loud to anyone They can never ever call you by it
If I kiss you where it's sore If I kiss you where it's sore Will you feel better, better, better Will you feel anything at all Will you feel better, better, better Will you feel anything at all
You're getting sadder, getting sadder, getting sadder, getting sadder And I don't understand, and I don't understand But if I kiss you where it's sore If I kiss you where it's sore Will you feel better, better, better Will you feel anything at all Will you feel better, better, better Will you feel anything at all Anything at all Will you feel anything at all Anything at all Will you feel anything at all Anything at all...
I came across this song on You Tube and I liked it right away. She has such a strong voice and I totally agree with the message - Sing like there's nobody listening!
'Cause you are not alone I'm always there with you And we'll get lost together Till the light comes pouring through 'Cause when you feel like you're done And the darkness has won Babe, you're not lost When your worlds crashing down And you can't bear the thought I said, babe, you're not lost
I think we all need to be reminded of this from time to time. Great song!
I love the Chicks and I love the words to this song:
Tell me now if you came sneaking up behind
Would you know me and see behind the smile
I can change like colors on a wall
Hoping no one else will find what lies beneath it all
I think I hide it all so well...
And my favourite part:
Looking through the crowd
I search for something else
But every time I turn around
I run into myself
The prompt at Red Dress Club this week was to "Take a character from one of your stories and examine his or her iPod playlist. What 10 songs best describe the character?" I chose to write about one of my characters from a previous post.
She trudged up the stairs to her apartment. The quaint brick-faced building with the red door wasn't much but it was hers. The lock turned with a loud click and the clinking sound of the keys as they landed on the hall table echoed throughout the empty space. No one greeted her, not even a cat.
She dropped her purse and coat onto a chair and walked into the kitchen. Opening the cupboard door, she took out a wine glass, put it down on the counter and then surveyed her wine rack. She found just what she was looking for - a big, chewy red. After all, this was dinner, right?
The gurgle of the dark liquid filling the glass was deeply satisfying. Closing her eyes, she took a long sip and let its warmth wash over her. She held the glass to the light and was struck by the similarity that the thick, viscous liquid had to the life blood that had seeped from her body. Again. It had happened again. A sob caught in her throat and she drowned it with another swallow of the wine, in some strange way associating this act with the replenishing of that which had drained from her.
She carried her glass into the den and slumped down into the chair in front of her computer. Music. That would help. She would wallow in her misery with those who could relate to her pain. She turned on her computer and opened her music folder, looking for something that would suit her mood.
Hmm, Natalie would understand, wouldn't she? She double clicked on her selection and sat back to listen to Natalie Merchant's, My Skin. She knew every word and her heart broke as she sang them.
Take a look at my body
Look at my hands
There's so much here
That I don't understand
She certainly didn't understand her body, how it wouldn't hold onto the one thing that she truly wanted in this world.
I'm a slow dying flower
Frost killing hour
The sweet turning sour and untouchable
Yes, she felt like she was dying inside. Untouchable.
I need a lullaby
A kiss goodnight
The angel sweet
Love of my life
Oh, I need this
Would she always be alone? Tears streamed down her face as the song ended and she savoured the last long, slow notes of the violin, each swipe of the bow scraping across her heart like a serrated knife.
She sipped her wine for a moment in the silence then sat up to choose her next song. Her eyes settled upon Kris Kristofferson's, Why Me Lord? She used to think that this song was about him lamenting all the things wrong in his life but when she learned all the words, she realized that he was being grateful for all that he had. She chose it... but with her original perception in mind.
Why me, Lord.
What have I ever done
To deserve even one
Of the pleasures I've known?
Kris's monotone voice filled the room and she was glad that she had invited him to this pity party. When she sang the chorus along with him, all her hurt and anguish poured out with the words.
Lord, help me Jesus
I've wasted it, so help me Jesus
I know what I am
But now that I know that I've needed you
So help me Jesus
My soul's in your hands
Try me Lord
If you think there's a way
I could try to repay all I've taken from you
Maybe Lord
I could show someone else
What I've been through myself
on my way back to you
Maybe it was a sign she needed to be more spiritual, more religious. Everything happened for a reason, right? She just didn't know what the reason would be for her to go through this life so alone.
The song ended and the phone rang. A quick look at the call display told her it was her mother. She really couldn't deal with that right now. She would, innocently, have some story about something cute that one of her sister's kids had done. "The baby smiles every time she sees me. She is just so cute!" or "Tristan is hitting the terrible twos and I try hard not to laugh when he turns around and shakes his little finger at me." She didn't begrudge her mother this happiness but it was more than she could bear at this moment.
She took another sip of her wine and turned her attention back to her computer. She sobbed her way through Linda Rondstadt's, I Never Will Marry.
I never will marry
I'll be no man's wife
I expect to live single
All the days of my life
Was this to be her life?
And more Natalie Merchant, My Beloved Wife.
You were the love for certain of my life
For 50 years simply my beloved wife
With another love I'll never lie again
She would never know this.
Tony Braxton, Unbreak my Heart.
Don't leave me in all this pain
Don't leave me out in the rain
Come back and bring back my smile.
Come and take these tears away.
More wine, more music.
Bette Midler, Baby Mine.
Baby mine, don't you cry.
Baby mine, dry your eyes.
Rest your head close to my heart,
Never to part, baby of mine.
She had so much to give a baby. She ached with the unspent love, painful and swelling inside her like a breast ready to burst with its need to have an infant suckle.
Il Divo, Mama.
Mama forgive the times you cried
Forgive me for not making right
All of the storms I may have caused
And I've been wrong, Dry your eyes [dry your eyes]
She picked up the bottle to pour herself some more wine and drained the remainder into her glass.
Neil Diamond, Red Red Wine.
Red, red wine, go to my head,
Make me forget that I
Still need you so.
The red wine was definitely going to her head but make her forget? She was getting there but not quite.
She decided to play the UB 40 version of the song.
Red red wine you make me feel so fine
You keep me rocking all of the time
She laughed a little. That was more like it.
She was ready for something a little more upbeat.
Gloria Gaynor, I Will Survive.
I will survive
oh as long as i know how to love
I know I'll stay alive
I've got all my life to live
I've got all my love to give
and I'll survive
I will survive (oh)
Okay, this was good. She was a survivor. The thought made her smile as she drained her glass and turned out the light. "On that note," she said to herself, "I will go to bed." She walked down the hallway to her bedroom feeling the effects of the wine and the music.
It took a couple of times for my sister to suggest that I listen to this song before I actually did. Our tastes in music are, shall we say, ... not the same. Usually. But sometimes we cross over and this is one of those times. Florence is a crazy red head just like my sister and I really like this song...and my sister.
