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Song Lyric Sunday – The Dance

The prompt from Jim:

This week we have different ways of saying goodbye as the prompt, and the song that you chose must contain either Arrivederci, Bon-voyage, Ciao, Farewell, Goodbye, Hasta la vista, Sayonara or Shalom in the title or the lyrics.


We have all been there haven’t we? Experiencing a moment so special, so wonderful that is occupies your entire soul. Those moments we wish would last forever, but suffer tremendous heartbreak when it does not go in our favor? Or those times we swear if we could go back and do it again, we would. But would we? Those wishes and dreams are made in moments when we have no idea of the things that await us.

“The Dance” was written by Tony Arata, an American singer/songwriter. So many people ask what the song means. In this interview from the article ‘THE DANCE’ SONGWRITER TONY ARATA SHARES STORY BEHIND THE GARTH BROOKS HIT on SoundsLikeNashville.com the writer himself answers that question for us:

The idea for the song came from a scene in the movie Peggy Sue Got Married, where Kathleen Turner as Peggy Sue goes back in time and makes a decision not to marry her husband because their marriage turned out to be not so good. When she makes that decision, the pictures of her kids disappear from her locket and everything is changed.
“Something about that scene struck me so powerfully,” Arata says. “The next day I wrote the lyrics to ‘The Dance’ in about half an hour. A lot of people passed on the song because it doesn’t have a bridge. Being a new kid in town, I tried to write a bridge, but they all seemed totally out of place and unnecessary. I decided it was going to just to have to exist as it I had written it.”

There are several things about this song that resonate with me. First of all, the lyrics. Secondly, I relate to this song. It is so easy to wish things away in our lives, but yet, if we do, we would also discard the beautiful moments that lie ahead. Third, I love the piano in this arrangement by Garth Brooks and produced by Allen Reynolds. It is one of those easily recognizable intros that just gives me chills. And of course, Garth Brooks’ handling of the song was masterful and his voice perfection.

The Dance
Lyrics from Songfacts.com

Looking back
On the memory of
The dance we shared
‘Neath the stars above
For a moment
All the world was right
How could I have known
That you’d ever say goodbye

And now
I’m glad I didn’t know
The way it all would end
The way it all would go
Our lives
Are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I’d have had to miss
The dance

Holding you
I held everything
For a moment
Wasn’t I a king
But if I’d only known
How the king would fall
Hey who’s to say
You know I might have changed it all

And now
I’m glad I didn’t know
The way it all would end
The way it all would go
Our lives
Are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I’d have had to miss
The dance

Yes my life
It’s better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I’d have had to miss
The dance

Songwriter Tony Arata talks about The Dance and how it became Garth’s song. It must be hard to write something from your heart, give it wings and hope it lands in the right hands. I think this one did.

 


Song Lyric Sunday is hosted every Sunday by Jim Adams. If you would like to join in the fun, check out his blog for the rules and to take in all the other music posted by other bloggers.

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SoCS – The Sound of OOP

Linda threw us for a loop with her prompt this week.

Check out Linda’s blog if you want to join in – just check out the rules and the contribution of other bloggers.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “oop.” Find a word with the “oop” sound in it and use it in your post. Enjoy!


The first thing that came to mind when I read the prompt yesterday was the song Alley Oop, but I saw Melanie wrote about it, so I am mentally moving on,

Since my brain seems to be in nostalgia mode 75% of the time, I did a little time travel back to the 60s. The fashion trends for young guys in high school were moving from the 50s jeans/t-shirt vibe to a little more tailored look. Button down shirts became the rage.

In the backs of the shirts above the center pleat, was a loop. This loop known as a “locker loop” was designed to allow the shirts to be hung on a hook in say, a locker.

There was a practice of girls tugging on the loops to get a boy’s attention, but it did not stop there. Young girls figured out they could rip those loops off the backs of the shirts. It became a ‘thing’ to collect these loops – especially of your own boyfriend’s shirt. I’m not sure if manufacturers changed the construction to make it more difficult to tear the loops off, but this practice could rip a small hole in the back of the shirt.

The local mothers were not too pleased. Especially when a particularly enthusiastic girl yanked so hard she ripped a huge hole in the back of a shirt. The principal put a stop to the practice. (Or at least he thought he did.)

I remember girls who had small scrap books with pages filled with the tiny loops torn from button down shirts. Isn’t popular culture strange?

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Maggie’s Mindless Meanderings

Don’t expect anything more than rambling thoughts.

We had a lot of medicines and substances at home when I was a kid that are now controlled. The one that comes to mind immediately is paregoric, which is an opium/morphine (now controlled) substance. It was rubbed on our gums for a toothache. I remember the taste so well. I do not remember any side effects from using it.

How did kids go from hating any kind of medicines – all my generation did – to willingly taking mood altering drugs?

I got curious and went through my Amazon history to find the first thing I ever purchased from Amazon. My first order was in March 2010. I bought 4 DVDs. I believe I have purchased more DVDs than anything else over the years. They used to be the ‘go-to’ gift for birthdays and Christmas and now most people do not watch them much. I have given away many, but we still have a LOT.

My eye doctor recommended I start taking ocular vitamins. These recommended ocular vitamins are very expensive. The good news is he says I do not need to worry about cataract surgery for another 8-10 years. Yay – getting old!

Speaking of eye doctor. I hate picking out frames because I cannot see with my glasses off. And now, Covid era, handling all the frames and trying them on with a mask makes it worse! Now, the frames go in a box after you touch them to be sanitized and put back on display. I might try one of those virtual apps.

“I couldn’t ____________ if my life depended on it!” This statement was usually made in reference to things people were once able to do but could no longer do. How would you fill in the blank?

A friend shared a NY Times article with me. It was interesting and floated the idea that after Covid, the prominent emotion we are feeling is languishing. The American Oxford dictionary defines languishing as “failing to make progress or to be successful”. How would you define languishing? Do you think it is a good way to describe this Covid Era?

It has been chilly here and very dry. We had freeze warnings the last two nights and now we have an increased chance of fire. Luckily tomorrow they are forecasting 1-2 inches of rain. Now what do do with those Cornish game hens hubby was going to grill?

Off to find a recipe for roasting the hens.

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My Dad – Mr. Fix-It

Our 924 Sq Ft House – It did not look like this back then.

Most of the summers in Ohio were warm, not hot. We lived in a ranch style house with no air conditioning. Summer meant open windows which allowed the air to float a cool breeze – just enough to move the sheer kitchen curtains aside.

My siblings, already moved out, left me the only remaining child at home. Saturdays mom often worked and I cleaned the house while dad puttered in the garage. He loved to work on the car of the moment, always fixing or tuning something to make the car run better.

“Hey, Maggie, bring me a glass of iced tea, will ya?” The request floated through the kitchen window from the garage and I knew what that meant. Dad was thirsty – and lonely.

My Dad was a social creature and he never relished working alone. I knew once I set foot in the garage, I wouldn’t be coming out anytime soon. This was not my first rodeo. I had to creep out there with stealth-like movements so as to set the iced-tea down and get back to the house before dad saw me. It was our ritual.

I almost made it this time. I set the glass down, turned and took one step.

“Where you goin’?” His head popped out of the hood of the car. “Sit with me while I drink my tea.”

I think back and grin. I loved that man so much. From the time I was a little girl and I would nap with him, my arm around his waist ‘keeping his back warm’. I knew we had a special connection. Even with all that, I was a teenager who wanted to talk on the phone and watch Bandstand, but I could never tell him no. I understood what he was feeling.

The other part of the ritual was that I rarely made it back to the house unless it was to do some required chore. Instead I hung out and kept my dad company.

“Hand me that 3/16th, will ya.”

“See if it will turn over now.” Click, click. “Hmm. Could be the alternator.”

Eventually, I would go back to the house tasked with calling the junk yard. My dad rarely went to a parts store unless it was absolutely necessary for the more consumable parts. Oh, how I hated calling the junk yard. They would invariably ask me questions I did not know the answer to. No cell phones then so each question was a trip back to the garage, then back to the house calling the junkyard back.

Points, plugs, starter, brushes, distributor cap, socket wrenches, timing belt – all part of our dialogue. Don’t ask me how an engine works. I would need to look it up. But the part names, I am familiar with.

My dad and I were pals. Buddies to the end. As an adult woman, he was easily my best friend, up until the day he passed away. Now, looking back, I would enjoy hanging out in the garage, handing him a wrench, and listening to the Cleveland Indians game on the radio in the background.

I would not mind one bit.