Sing, Sing a Song
I love music, and I admire the tremendous talent that goes into writing and performing it. My taste is pretty eclectic. Country, classic rock, classical, swing, new age, folk - they all have a place in my heart. I recognize that my life would be much poorer without music in it.
Sometimes, though, I can't quite relate to the lyrics penned by song writers. Maybe I need more rum in my rum and coke. Well, anyway, I'd like to suggest a few changes to some of my favorite songs that will make them a bit more reflective of my life.
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Some people may be looking for fun and feeling groovy, but time takes its toll. For me it's more like:
Slow down, you move too fast.
I've go to make this new knee last.
I'm tripping down three flights of stairs.
Looking for meds and feeling woozy.
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I want to be Little Willie's mother. SHE knew what she was doing. That kid NEVER went home. Reality, for me, is closer to:
Spoiled oldest daughter won't...leave home.
No, you can't push her away; she just won't go.
Tried bitchin' and a moanin' but, oh no.
Spoiled oldest daughter won't...
(insert rhythmic pounding of head against wall three times here)
...Leave home.
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Some of you probably know my boss. Or at least have met some of his relatives. This is for those who sit in Mahogany Row and make life miserable for the rest of us:
Did you ever know that you're no hero?
You're everything I wish I could flee.
Yeah, you can crawl lower than a weasel.
And you are the lead tied to my feet.
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And then there are relationship songs. Romantic or tragic, they all find a home in our heart on occasion. But there are times when I stop and consider:
I see hearts on fire, lust burning too.
But you're not here, so what should I do?
And I think to myself, "I should have been gay."
"Damn," I sigh to myself, cause' I'm not made that way.
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You've got to love the songs that celebrate the bond between humans and their animal soul mates, right? I have four dogs and a one-eyed cat. They are my very own clowns. I send them out, but someone always let's them back in, darn it! Here's the truth of my cohabitation with pets:
I am not rich.
It isn't fair.
Dogs ate the sofa and chair.
Cat peed everywhere.
I want my home
In a state of repair.
Dear Lord, don't step THERE!
Okay, I think I made my point. Now I'm going to flesh these out a little more and send them off to Nashville. Maybe I have a shot at being a song writer. What do you think?
Sometimes, though, I can't quite relate to the lyrics penned by song writers. Maybe I need more rum in my rum and coke. Well, anyway, I'd like to suggest a few changes to some of my favorite songs that will make them a bit more reflective of my life.
~~~~
Some people may be looking for fun and feeling groovy, but time takes its toll. For me it's more like:
Slow down, you move too fast.
I've go to make this new knee last.
I'm tripping down three flights of stairs.
Looking for meds and feeling woozy.
~~~~
I want to be Little Willie's mother. SHE knew what she was doing. That kid NEVER went home. Reality, for me, is closer to:
Spoiled oldest daughter won't...leave home.
No, you can't push her away; she just won't go.
Tried bitchin' and a moanin' but, oh no.
Spoiled oldest daughter won't...
(insert rhythmic pounding of head against wall three times here)
...Leave home.
~~~~
Some of you probably know my boss. Or at least have met some of his relatives. This is for those who sit in Mahogany Row and make life miserable for the rest of us:
Did you ever know that you're no hero?
You're everything I wish I could flee.
Yeah, you can crawl lower than a weasel.
And you are the lead tied to my feet.
~~~~
And then there are relationship songs. Romantic or tragic, they all find a home in our heart on occasion. But there are times when I stop and consider:
I see hearts on fire, lust burning too.
But you're not here, so what should I do?
And I think to myself, "I should have been gay."
"Damn," I sigh to myself, cause' I'm not made that way.
~~~~
You've got to love the songs that celebrate the bond between humans and their animal soul mates, right? I have four dogs and a one-eyed cat. They are my very own clowns. I send them out, but someone always let's them back in, darn it! Here's the truth of my cohabitation with pets:
I am not rich.
It isn't fair.
Dogs ate the sofa and chair.
Cat peed everywhere.
I want my home
In a state of repair.
Dear Lord, don't step THERE!
Okay, I think I made my point. Now I'm going to flesh these out a little more and send them off to Nashville. Maybe I have a shot at being a song writer. What do you think?
posted by Karen at 1:05 PM
9 Comments:
OH MY GOD! I am laughing so hard! You really have a talent there! I think I hear Nashville calling your name! I am going to have to forward these to a friend of mine who sings at the Grand Ole Opry and see if he thinkgs there's gold here!
LOL!!!!
Lilly
funny site. i can't wait to see your new site... peacocks eh? inky
PS: you can take off "a girl called inky"..I've deleted the blog. boo hoo.... thanks for adding me to your sidebar. i shall add you as well. peace.
You are like weird al. Keep up tthe good work
eric: New Revolution
What a great template, I feel, so, so old and pedestrian.
I have work to do it seems. All my connections have new templates and names and all I have is a lousy contest and old posts.
So I will work on that.
Love the new look and the posts was funny as all get out, which i need to do soon
By the way, LOVE the new page! Peacocks have always been so mystical, magical to me.
Now you need to add HALO SCAN comments to your site ..... love the peacocks :) have an amazing day. inky
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