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A Few Songs from My Life

Day 254

In no particular order, a few important songs from my life.

My Mom loved The Browns, so I learned to love them, too.

 

This song always gets to me. And I cannot really tell you why.

 

Ahhh – Cat Stevens. Lyrics will always get me.

 

Another Cat Stevens – it was my era. This is because of lyrics and guitar. Love it so much.

 

I heard Johnny Cash sing this live in an appearance with The Highwaymen and I cried. This version is live from Folsom Prison.

 

Love the harmonies and love the lyrics. I would not be mad if this was played at my funeral.

 

I have quite a mix of music that plays in the jukebox in my head. Rock, Jazz, Broadway, Instrumental, Motown, Soul, Folk, Country, Pop — you name it. The songs above always rise to the top, though.

If you listened to all these, I am amazed. For me, it’s easy because they are a big part of who I am. Maybe not everyone’s cup of tea, though.

That’s all I ‘ve got tonight. Time to hit the sack.

 

 

 

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Round Like a Circle in a Spiral

Day 189

I am back home and my mind is running like this song which I love so very much. So, until I can get my thoughts together I leave you the lyrics and my favorite recording of the song by Sting.

The song appeared in the remake of The Thomas Crown Affair starring Pierce Brosnan and Rene Russo.

“The Windmills Of Your Mind”
Round like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that’s turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half-forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that I said?
Lovers walk along a shore
And leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
Or the fragment of a song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair?
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
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The Jukebox in my Head Vs. Meditation

Day 186

Photo by Patrick Fore on Unsplash

My appreciation for music is fairly far reaching, although I will admit that my tolerance for some ‘music’ gets lower as I get older.

This morning was a meditation fail. I woke up at 2:50 a.m. and could not go back to sleep. At 4:00 a.m. I decided I might as well sit up and meditate. Of course, in less than five minutes I was fast asleep. I awoke after 8:00 a.m. in a full frenzy because I have a lot on my plate today. So, for the first morning since I started, I made the decision to forgo my meditation.

The result was I started my day with the brain chatter that meditation normally quells. I was not feeling awake, spilled my coffee all over the kitchen counter and have just felt off. Lack of sleep or lack of meditation or a combination of both have left me with a feeling of minor chaos. At least I recognize it, right?

All my underlying thoughts usually get cleared during meditation. I see them, acknowledge them and then they pass. Unfortunately I am now wrestling with them which is an unwelcome feeling after a week of peaceful morning starts.

The jukebox in my head is running full steam. Right now it’s The Guess Who performing “No Sugar Tonight/New Mother Nature”. The Guess Who was the first band I saw in concert so I love their music. I love their sound, but this one is a bit of an oddity in the lyrics. So, my chaotic mind decided to see what Wikipedia had to say. It’s a bit of a long but interesting story. I will leave it to you to read if it piques your interest. Now the song makes a bit more sense to me. We lyric people care about such things.

 

Oops – sorry. New Song!

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Note to self: Never forgo meditation.

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Love is in Da Blog – Hardcore Love Song

Day 125

I decided I would not participate in Bee Halton’s Love is in Da Blog because it felt like pressure to do one more thing even though she was very kind and liberal in her rules not to feel pressured to participate every day. When I saw today’s topic, I could not resist.

Hardcore Love Song

The theme today reminded me of a time I was extremely unhappy. At nighttime, when my children were tucked in and asleep, I would put my Nazareth cassette tape in, plug the corded headphones in and mournfully sing along.

My children remember it well and tease me about it occasionally even now. Imagine the off-key mournful singing without the luxury of accompanying music my children woke up to. You know, when you have headphones on, you sing extra loud. My poor kids.

Today, thankfully, I am long removed from that situation. I still like the song when it comes on the radio. I sing along — sans headphones — but not so mournfully now.

Love doesn’t hurt anymore.

Love Hurts

Written by Felice and Boudleaux Bryant

Love hurts, love scars, love wounds
And mars, any heart
Not tough or strong enough
To take a lot of pain, take a lot of pain
Love is like a cloud
Holds a lot of rain
Love hurts…… ooh, ooh love hurts

I’m young, I know, but even so
I know a thing or two
And I learned from you
I really learned a lot, really learned a lot
Love is like a flame
It burns you when it’s hot
Love hurts…… ooh, ooh love hurts

Some fools think of happiness
Blissfulness, togetherness
Some fools fool themselves I guess
They’re not foolin’ me

I know it isn’t true, I know it isn’t true
Love is just a lie
Made to make you blue
Love hurts…… ooh, ooh love hurts
Ooh, ooh love hurts

I know it isn’t true, I know it isn’t true
Love is just a lie
Made to make you blue
Love hurts…… ooh, ooh love hurts
Ooh, ooh love hurts

Ooh, ooh