A Song of Songs

Note: You are not hallucinating. I changed up my blog a bit.

This prompt was from MamaKat again. Because it stuck in my head and wouldn't go away.


I don't have 'A' song. I have lots of songs. There's been music in the background throughout my life, and some of the lyrics have stuck around in my head. I used to sing quite a bit when I was younger, and that also tends to make a person focus on the song lyrics.

I see lyrics as poetry.

When you look up in the sky, you can see the stars and still not see the light.

That's a pretty cool line. Almost profound, even. (I've heard that the members of the Eagles did a lot of drugs, so that might not mean what I think it means, but I am taking the lyric at face value.)

This Ian Moore lyric is downright beautiful:

Paint me a blue sky, may the colors run true, that I may look to the heavens when I search for the truth

He wrote that for his mother. It floats in my head every now and then, and I'll find myself humming or even singing it if there's nobody around.

Lots of song lyrics seem to float around in my head, popping to the surface when I least expect it. They all run together:

If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice.
And each day I learn just a little bit more, I don't know why but I do know what for
Come on the amazing journey, and learn all you should know
So if you're tired of the same old story, oh, turn some pages
I was looking back on my life and all the things I've done to me
I'm still looking for the answers, I'm still searching for the key
Make a joyful noise unto the Lord
Where the sidewalk ends and the road begins
Hallelujah
When you look through the years and see what you could have been, oh what you might have been, if you had had more time. So when the day comes to settle down, who's to blame if you're not around?

You're not the only one with mixed emotions, you're not the only one adrift on this ocean
You're a shining star, no matter who you are, shining bright to see what you can truly be
When I was a child, I caught a fleeting glimpse, out of the corner of my eye
Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you are done
So when you look at me, you better look hard and look twice, is that me, baby, or just a brilliant disguise?
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock and roll.
Some people ain't no damn good, you can't trust them you can't love them, no good deed goes unpunished.
Let the heartache ride tonight
This thing called love, I just can't handle it.
I know a little 'bout love, and baby I can guess the rest
I was never much good at goodbye
I get the feeling you're trying to tell me, is there something that I should know?
I've had enough bad love
You ain't worth the salt in my tears
But I won't cry for yesterday, there's an ordinary world somehow I've gotta find, so
Here's a quarter, call someone who cares.

And it's hard living life on this memory-go-round
Can't pretend that growing older never hurts.
A smile relieves a heart that grieves...


Yep--it's weird. Maybe it's my brain taking yet another siesta, but maybe there's another reason. The brain is designed to protect itself. Maybe throwing song lyrics at my conscious brain keeps it from dwelling on the anxiety provoking, OCD stuff. I know that it certainly reduces my stress level to sing or hum.

I just have to remember not to belt out show tunes in the elevator. That's not appropriate behavior for a school district, they tell me. Bah. I totally nailed that high note.