Lyrics – I can almost see it That dream I’m dreaming but There’s a voice inside my head saying You’ll never reach it, Every step I’m taking, Every move I make feels Lost with no direction My faith is shaking but I Gotta keep trying Gotta keep my head held high There’s always gonna be another mountain I’m always gonna wanna make it move Always gonna be an uphill battle Sometimes I’m gonna have to lose Ain’t about how fast I get there Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side It’s the climb The struggles I’m facing The chances I’m taking Sometimes might knock me down but No I’m not breaking I may not know it But these are the moments that I’m going to remember most yeah Just got to keep going And I I gotta be strong Just keep pushing on, ’cause There’s always gonna be another mountain I’m always gonna wanna make it move Always gonna be an uphill battle Sometimes I’m gonna have to lose Ain’t about how fast I get there Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side It’s the climb (yeah) There’s always gonna be another mountain I’m always gonna wanna make it move Always gonna be a uphill battle Sometimes you gonna have to lose Ain’t about how fast I get there Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side It’s the climb (yeah yeah ea ea) Keep on moving Keep climbing Keep the faith baby It’s all about It’s all about The climb Keep the faith Keep your faith Whoa oh oh
My 2 cents…
The world is hurting… And the majority of us are caught up in the back and forth, and finding it to be too much. I stepped away from Facebook yesterday… Because I found that I was crying everytime I opened it up. I have been torn between wanting knowledge of current events/ family and the need to be sane (or as close as I get). I am going to choose my own sanity here. But with any mountain blocking my path… I will rest but I will not give up. I can’t be there to join the fight. But I will say that Black Lives Matter. I will say that the cop deserves a murder charge. And that my heart hurts for the fact that either of those statements are not immediately apparent.
Everything’s been so messed up here lately Pretty sure he don’t wanna be my baby Oh, he don’t love me, he don’t love me He don’t love me, he don’t love me But that’s okay ‘Cause I love me, yeah, I love me Yeah, I love me Yeah, I love myself anyway Hey Everything’s gonna be alright Everything’s gonna be okay It’s gonna be a good, good, life That’s what my therapist say Everything’s gonna be alright Everything’s gonna be just fine It’s gonna be a good, good life I’m a mess, I’m a loser I’m a hater, I’m a user I’m a mess for your love, it ain’t new I’m obsessed, I’m embarrassed I don’t trust no one around us I’m a mess for your love, it ain’t new Nobody shows up unless I’m paying Have a drink on me cheers to the failing Oh, he don’t love me, he don’t love me He don’t love me, he don’t love me But that’s okay ‘Cause I love me, yeah, I love me Yeah, I love me Yeah, I love myself anyway Hey Everything’s gonna be alright Everything’s gonna be okay It’s gonna be a good, good life That’s what my therapist say Everything’s gonna be alright Everything’s gonna be just fine It’s gonna be a good, good life I’m a mess, I’m a loser I’m a hater, I’m a user I’m a mess for your love, it ain’t new I’m obsessed, I’m embarrassed I don’t trust no one around us I’m a mess for your love, it ain’t new Everything’s gonna be alright, alright Everything’s gonna be just fine, just fine It’s gonna be a good, good life I’m a mess, I’m a loser I’m a hater, I’m a user I’m a mess for your love, it ain’t new I’m obsessed, I’m embarrassed I don’t trust no one around us I’m a mess for your love, it ain’t new
My 2 cents – I feel like this song is so relatable. everyone feels like a mess on occasion. Some of us feel like more mess than right. So if today you are a mess…just turn the music up and let Bebe Sing your feelings for you.
Lyrics – All along it was a fever A cold sweat hot-headed believer I threw my hands in the air, said, “Show me something” He said, “If you dare, come a little closer” Round and around and around and around we go Oh now, tell me now, tell me now, tell me now you know Not really sure how to feel about it Something in the way you move Makes me feel like I can’t live without you It takes me all the way I want you to stay It’s not much of a life you’re living It’s not just something you take it’s given Round and around and around and around we go Oh now, tell me now, tell me now, tell me now you know Not really sure how to feel about it Something in the way you move Makes me feel like I can’t live without you It takes me all the way I want you to stay Ooh, ooh, ooh, the reason I hold on Ooh, ooh, ooh, ’cause I need this hole gone Well, funny you’re the broken one But I’m the only one who needed saving ‘Cause when you never see the light It’s hard to know which one of us is caving Not really sure how to feel about it Something in the way you move Makes me feel like I can’t live without you It takes me all the way I want you to stay, stay I want you to stay, hooh
My 2cents – this song speaks of longing for company, of loneliness. Right now I feel like this is a relevant and relatable feeling. It is a scary time for all of us, globally. Pandemic and isolation…it’s just a level of panic and uncertainty that has a lot of us disabled.
Please, even if you are having issues, try to stay in until this is under control. Isolation is the world’s best shot right now. Stay home and stay safe.
This week, and the Last two days of last week, may be a little bit of nothing posted. I have the allergies that always hit me at the end of March. My head is so full of cotton and crud that I can’t think. I even begged off of my post for Coffee house writers. So next week when it should be posted It will not be going up. I will be back to writing and posting, hopefully by the end of the week. Until then I thank you for your patience.
Also a bonus to make up for it… April will be extra posts for National Poetry Month.
He works hard to give her all he thinks she wants A three car garage, her own credit cards He pulls in late to wake her up with a kiss good night If he could only read her mind, she’d say:
Buy me a rose, call me from work Open a door for me, what would it hurt Show me you love me by the look in your eyes These are the little things I need the most in my life
Now the days have grown to years of feeling all alone And she can’t help but wonder what she’s doing wrong Cause lately she’d try anything to turn his head Would it make a difference if she said:
Buy me a rose, call me from work Open a door for me, what would it hurt Show me you love me by the look in your eyes These are the little things I need the most in my life
And the more that he lives the less that he tries To show her the love that he holds inside And the more that she gives the more that he sees This is a story of you and me
So I bought you a rose on the way home from work To open the door to a heart that I hurt And I hope you notice this look in my eyes Cause I’m gonna make things right For the rest of your life I’m gonna hold you tonight Do all those little things For the rest of your life.
My 2cents – The death of Kenny Rogers has hit me hard. Music when I was a child was not as much of a variety. Daddy enjoyed rock(like the Stray Cats and such) but Mama was more stubborn when it came to music. When she was around… It was only country music. I see music as another expression of art. I always have. So I have been more attracted to the way the song made me feel than the genre that the song is in.
Kenny Rogers songs always made me feel. Even more so as I aged… Because I gained wisdom.
In many ways, this has always been my favorite of his songs. Followed closely by Coward of the county. I came from a broken home. My parents loved each other once. In the way you love the image of someone. Both were not seeing the other. And neither were willing to fight for the other. They were children having children and it really wasn’t long before they drove each other away.
I’m not telling you that to condemn them or upset you. I’m telling you that because it is truth and it goes along with the chosen song. Romance is not what the books say… There is no immediate knowing how to make it work. I have been with the same guy for 24 years come May. Some days I am the asshole. Some days he is. We hurt each other. We heal each other. We communicate. We are still together, not because of what we can get each other, but because we are willing to do the effort. I am a firm believer in the idea that romance is based upon the effort you put into it.
So, with this I say goodbye to Kenny. Hopefully his memory will always comfort a word brighter for having known him. And may the game of the afterlife come up nothing but Aces for him.
I want to apologize. I don’t feel like I have to, that is another reason why I am grateful. I was supposed to post a blog tour post for a friend yesterday, which I will post shortly. I was supposed to do a Thursday post… And I just could not. I have been fighting a stress migraine since Tuesday.
My life is a routine, built on Chaos. Still I don’t handle change well. The pandemic has stores and offices closing. I homeschool, so I was already a homebody… But when I go to the store and can’t even find a loaf of bread… And then I am forced to explain to my teenage girl that the pandemic is not likely to kill her. Especially if we are careful with hygiene. Still, she is asthmatic. And she keeps hearing about asthmatic people being in higher danger.
Add all of this to normal anxiety and stress… Insomnia is back. Insomnia brings the migraines. It is not a sane time for anyone… So I have been dealing with it. Isn’t that what you are supposed to do?
Today is the start of Ostara. The beginning of spring. That also means the start of allergy time. It is a busy time for me. Usually we are able to clean up the yard (because somehow we end up doing the reconstruction inside during the winter and the trash builds up in the yard). We normally do the preparing for the garden. The plan for what canning we want to do during the summer.
This year not as much of this. We will be doing clean up. County clean up is free. It allows us to dispose of the trash. But I am not sure that we have the energy for a garden this year. I think that the canning is going to be something more like chili and the like. Maybe we will can some homemade baked beans. I don’t know.
I would have posted regardless of the migraines… I often do… However it was severe enough for the phone to be more than I could tolerate. I have a variation in my light sensitivity. This last one I was hiding in a dark room under a blanket and it was still too damn bright. Eyes closed and there was still too much light.
This is a rough time for everyone. So much unsurity, insecurity in economics. This year has been a lot of fear of what the future holds. Definitely not alone here. So I know how much y’all understand. I appreciate you.
So I guess that this post, other than an explanation for yesterday is a basic I am here and I see you kind of thing. If you need someone to talk to… Reach out to me… I want to hear you.
Lyrics I’m not a perfect person There’s many things I wish I didn’t do But I continue learning I never meant to do those things to you And so I have to say before I go That I just want you to know I’ve found a reason for me To change who I used to be A reason to start over new And the reason is you I’m sorry that I hurt you It’s something I must live with everyday And all the pain I put you through I wish that I could take it all away And be the one who catches all your tears That’s why I need you to hear I’ve found a reason for me To change who I used to be A reason to start over new And the reason is you And the reason is you And the reason is you And the reason is you I’m not a perfect person I never…
My 2 cents So I end up associating people with songs…used to be only lovers, until this song. There was a young man …I truly thought of him as a little brother. He was about the same age as my little brother. I met him because he hung out with Joe’s kid brother. He was dating a friend of mine when this song came out. I have always had a huge music collection…multiple cd’s /cassettes back before mp3’s were a thing…and now gigabytes of mp3’s. I love music variety. However back then…I had never listened to the same song on repeat…I just had so many that I could put it on Auto Dj and not hear the same song twice in a day…even in a week if I am honest. Well Jeremy…The little brother like fellow…He would get on my computer and blast this song on repeat…we must have heard it a thousand times if we heard it once.
I am sharing this for a reason…he died, very young. He was 28. I find I am missing him lately often. He was all about his games, and we have all (my gaming group) been missing his enthusiasm. So Duesy…You are the reason I can’t hear this song with out cryin.
I was going to do a wordless Wednesday… Then my art app crashed taking the picture with it. I don’t have a web discovery/ webcomic post written because I was not expecting to do it this week… And I am flabbergasted.
So, I ask you… What does Wednesday mean for you? Do you have a routine? Is it just marking the middle of the work week? Also, what do you do when things go sideways?
Lyrics – Dreaming comes so easily Cause it’s all that I’ve known True love is a fairy tale I’m damaged, so how would I know
I’m scared and I’m alone I’m ashamed, and I need for you to know
I didn’t say all the things that I wanted to say And you can’t take back what you’ve taken away Cause I feel you, I feel you near me
I didn’t say all the things that I wanted to say And you can’t take back what you’ve taken away Cause I feel you, I feel you near me
Healing comes so painfully And it chills to the bone Will anyone get close to me? I’m damaged, as I’m sure you know
I’m scared and I’m alone I’m ashamed and I need for you to know
I didn’t say all the things that I wanted to say And you can’t take back what you’ve taken away Cause I feel you, I feel you near me
I didn’t say all the things that I wanted to say And you can’t take back what you’ve taken away Cause I feel you, I feel you near me
There’s mending for my soul An ending to this fear Forgiveness for a man who was stronger I was just a little girl, but I can’t go back
I didn’t say all the things that I wanted to say And you can’t take back what you’ve taken away Cause I feel you, I feel you near me
I didn’t say all the things that I wanted to say And you can’t take back what you’ve taken away Cause I feel you, oh, I feel you near me
Can’t go back Can’t go back Can’t go back Can’t go back Can’t go back I can’t go back I can’t go back I must go on I must go on I must go on I must go on I must go on I must go on I must go on
My 2 cents – I think that music that resonates most is often music that we see ourselves in. I, thusly, tend towards the music of survival and broken hearts. This song has always resonated. It truly speaks to the broken heart.
Pattimouse 