I have a brain fart that the medical community calls an Arnold Chiari Malformation. After decompression surgery in 2006, my brain is learning to coexist peacefully with my spinal cord in the cramped quarters of my spinal canal. With a real hole in my head, I am now free to continue the pursuit of life, liberty, and good coffee -- between headaches, nausea, dizziness, and seizures, of course!
Thanks to Amanda over at Bloggin' with Amanda for keeping this awesome meme alive!
I've blogged about my favorite singer of all time before and have even used a couple of his songs for Musical Monday posts in the past, but today's entry is extra special. You see, Merle Haggard, received special recognition on December 5, 2010 when he became a Kennedy Center Honoree for his musical contributions to the fabric of American society: "The honesty of Merle Haggard’s music and poetic lyrics has helped to shape the world of country music for nearly five decades." It was long, long overdue in my opinion; however, some things are just worth waiting for! It was amazing to see this one time fugitive from Oildale, California, this now 71 year-old man who spent much of his youth in the prisons controlled by the California Youth Authority, and who, while Johnny Cash sang about Folsom Prison, he spent time in it, sitting next to Oprah and President Obama while some of the biggest stars in country music performed his songs at the John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts.
Merle Haggard sings a lot about tragedies that happen in December. My mom died in December, so I have a special connection to every single one of those songs. And the one I chose for today fits my dad and his girls after our mom one December long ago to the proverbial TEE. I hope that even if you don't like country music, you will see why the song has moved me this Monday.
The Farmer's Daughter Lyrics
Tonight there'll be candlelight and roses In this little country chapel that's almost falling down There'll be tears in this old farmer's eyes this evening When I give my one possession to that city boy from town
His hair is a little longer than we're used to But, I guess I should find something good to say About this man whose won the farmer's daughter And will soon become my son-in-law today
Mama left eight years ago December And it was hard to be a Dad and Mama too But, somehow we made home of this old farmhouse And love was all my baby ever knew
He could be the richest man in seven counties And not be good enough to take her hand But, he says he really loves the farmer's daughter And I know the farmer's daughter loves the man
Albert Hammond must not have lived here, cuz it sure does rain in Southern California! Still, it's a great song and the one that is moving me this morning.
Dianne from Good Mourning, Glory is taking a break, so hats off to Amanda for hosting this wonderful meme during her absence.
From the time I first heard him singing the train songs of Jimmie Rodgers, I have loved Merle Haggard. It was 1969, and I was just ten years old when my dad brought home Same Train, Different Time. So in tune with the American character is he, that I tell everyone to really know America, you must listen to Merle Haggard and pay attention to his lyrics. One of these days when the Brain is more cooperative, I plan to write a paper on the topic. Until then, I'll just have to content myself with a melodious voice and some of the most powerful lyrics ever written. Just in case you want more of the Hag, check out the tribute to him on the acclaimed PBS series, American Masters.
Lyrics
The warden led a prisoner down the hallway to his doom I stood up to say good-bye like all the rest And I heard him tell the warden just before he reached my cell 'Let my guitar playing friend do my request.' (Let him...)
Sing me back home with a song I used to hear Make my old memories come alive Take me away and turn back the years Sing Me Back Home before I die
I recall last Sunday morning a choir from 'cross the street Came to sing a few old gospel songs And I heard him tell the singers 'There's a song my mama sang. Can I hear once before we move along?'
Sing me back home, the song my mama sang Make my old memories come alive Take me away and turn back the years Sing Me Back Home before I die
Dianne from Good Mourning, Glory is taking a break, so hats off to Amanda for hosting this wonderful meme during her absence.
In honor of America's birthday, I chose one of my favorite Elvis Presley songs, "American Trilogy," from the Aloha from Hawaii satellite TV special that aired way back in the days when I was a teenager. You know, back in the days when only the government had satellite TV and were generous enough to share it with Elvis and his fans for a couple of hours. . .
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First, let me say Happy Anniversary to Diane and Jory and to thank them for hosting Musical Monday for one year now. It's been a blast, and I look forward to many more weeks of music with you.
I really like American Idol, but I love The X-Factor! Through the magic of satellite (the show airs in the UK), I've been lucky enough to have seen three seasons of Simon Cowell's "other" show. Although similar in that they both provide an opportunity for fledgling singers to showcase their talent in the hope that they will win a recording contract, American Idol and The X-Factor differ in one crucial way: the judges act as mentors to the contestants and choose their songs. After the auditions have concluded and the group of wannabes narrowed to 24 contestants, the judges learn which of the four categories -- girls, boys, groups, and over 25 -- they will mentor. By the time the contestants go to live performances, each judge has 4 proteges under his or her wing. Leona Lewis, the protegee of Simon himself, won The X-Factor in 2007; Alexandra Burke, under the careful mentoring of Cheryl Cole, won in 2008; and my entry for this week, Joe McElderry, also a protegee of Cheryl Cole, won in 2009.
I love Joe's voice and had a really hard time choosing just one of his performances. Since I love the meaning behind the words, I chose the song that became Joe's first single. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do -- Joe sings it much better than Miley Cyrus, LOL!
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Being the first grandchild and niece on both sides of one's family has certain perks and privileges, a fact that I learned the day that I was lucky enough to have been born into that blessed position. I'm the first to admit to having been spoiled by my grandparents and having experiences that other kids my age never got, thanks to my aunts and uncles who dragged me along with them on their various adventures. One of those adventures was my very first concert which I attended with my Aunt Naomi and a couple of her friends in 1965. I was nearly six years old at the time and every bit as much in love with The Beatles as my mom and aunt.
I don't remember a lot about the concert except that it was loud, full of crying and screaming girls, and that some of the girls peed their pants from excitement! My aunt bought me a purple t-shirt from that concert, and somewhere my dad has a picture of me wearing it. I'll have to ask him to scan it so that I can post it (he's on vacation in Colorado at the moment).
The video I have chosen is from The Beatles first US concert at Shea Stadium in New York because it gives the feeling of excitement that we experienced when we saw them in California.
When I first saw this week's theme, I struggled to come up with a song that would fit it. Not wanting to go with the obvious -- a song by Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons -- I had to really wrack The Brain for a while. Considering that The Brain usually ignores me and just takes control, this was no easy feat!
As I scrolled through the nearly 23,000 songs on my iTunes, hoping that at least one would jump out at me as having something to do with winter, my favorite season, that wasn't a Christmas song, I kept hearing Willie Nelson's version of "Moonlight in Vermont" from his Stardust album playing softly in my head. I hummed along with myself and continued to scan the iTunes list.
Frustrated at not finding just the right song, I needed a little more inspiration than humming and began to sing the lyrics of "Moonlight in Vermont." And then, The Brain had a lightbulb moment: the song mentions falling leaves, ski trails, and snow light. Duh, it's the perfect song which explains why I've been humming it for well over an hour!
Because once is never enough for such a beautiful song, I've compiled three different versions, two vocal and one instrumental, for your listening pleasure. Enjoy!
Version #1: Ella Fitzgerald (Did I mention before that I love Ms. Fitzgerald? I think so!)
A while back, I made a list of Songs to Cry By for another meme in which I am a regular participant. It didn't take me long to come up with the songs to put on the list, but it took me hours to whittle it down to a measly thirteen of them! I am such a sucker for sad songs that the largest play list on my iTunes is the one called Tear Jerkers. Choosing only one heartbreaker song is torture for someone like me, but here goes nothing!
Don't forget your tissues!
Lyrics:
I know you loved him A long time ago Even now in my arms You still want him I know But darling this time Let your memories die When you hold me tonight Don't close your eyes
Don't close your eyes Let it be me Don't pretend it's him In some fantasy Darling just once Let yesterday go You'll find more love Than you've ever known Just hold me tight When you love me tonight And don't close your eyes
Maybe I've been a fool Holding on all this time Lyin' here in your arms Knowing he's in your mind But I keep hoping some day That you'll see the light Let it be me tonight Don't close your eyes
Don't close your eyes Let it be me Don't pretend it's him In some fantasy Darling just once Let yesterday go You'll find more love Than you've ever known Just hold me tight When you love me tonight And don't close your eyes
Don't close your eyes Let it be me Don't pretend it's him In some fantasy Darling just once Let yesterday go You'll find more love than you've ever known Just hold me tight When you love me tonight And don't close your eyes
Just hold me tight When you love me tonight And don't close your eyes
There are plenty of songs that "make me feel like dancing" (thank you, Brothers Gibb), but only a few will make me pretend to dance if I hear it in a place where really dancing is either not possible or practical. One of those songs is "The Joker" by The Steve Miller Band. It's not the kind of song that makes you want to simulate having sex in the manner of contemporary "dancing" -- and people thought that dirty dancing was nasty back in my day! -- it's the kind of song that has a rhythm so compelling that it captures the listener in its web and won't let feet stop tapping or shoulders stop swaying until the final chord is finished playing. I love it!
Lyrics:
Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah Some call me the gangster of love Some people call me Maurice Cause I speak of the pompitous of love
People talk about me, baby Say I'm doin' you wrong, doin' you wrong Well, don't you worry baby Don't worry Cause I'm right here, right here, right here, right here at home
Cause I'm a picker I'm a grinner I'm a lover And I'm a sinner I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker I'm a smoker I'm a midnight toker I sure don't want to hurt no one
I'm a picker I'm a grinner I'm a lover And I'm a sinner I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker I'm a smoker I'm a midnight toker I get my lovin' on the run Wooo Wooooo
You're the cutest thing That I ever did see I really love your peaches Want to shake your tree Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time Ooo-eee baby, I'll sure show you a good time
Cause I'm a picker I'm a grinner I'm a lover And I'm a sinner I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker I'm a smoker I'm a midnight toker I get my lovin' on the run
I'm a picker I'm a grinner I'm a lover And I'm a sinner I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker I'm a smoker I'm a midnight toker I sure don't want to hurt no one
Wooo Woooo
People keep talking about me baby They say I'm doin' you wrong Well don't you worry, don't worry, no don't worry mama Cause I'm right here at home
Considering all the fires that are currently burning in my area of Southern California, I decided that the only song appropriate for a Monday meme at a time when rain is very much needed would have to be "Rainy Days and Mondays" by The Carpenters who, by the way, are from a suburb of Los Angeles.
On December 5, 2008, I wrote about rediscovering an artist whom my mother loved one night when I couldn't sleep. The video that I am going to share today is the piece that actually reignited that spark. This week, it's Ella Fitzgerald who moves me.
Of Fitzgerald, Johnny Mathis said, "She was the best there ever was. Amongst all of us who sing, she was the best." From those early days on Harlem streets to the upper stratosphere of musical fame, Ella Fitzgerald's life was the quintessential American success story. Through fifty-eight years of performing, thirteen Grammys and more than forty million records sold, she elevated swing, bebop, and ballads to their highest potential. She was, undeniably, the First Lady of Song. (source)
Today's video is a clip from a movie made in 1938, the year before my parents were born. A young, beautiful, and vibrant Ella achieved her first hit with this song. I hope that you enjoy it as much as I do!
Lyrics:
A-tisket A-tasket A brown and yellow basket I send a letter to my mommy On the way I dropped it
I dropped it I dropped it Yes on the way I dropped it A little girlie picked it up And put it in her pocket
SHE WAS TRUCKIN ON DOWN THE AVENUE Not a single thing to do She went peck peck pecking all around When she spied it on the ground
She took it She took it My little yellow basket And if she doesn't bring it back I think that I will die
Oh gee I wonder where my basket can be (So do we, so do we, so do we, so do we, so do we) Oh dear I wish that little girl I could see (So do we, so do we, so do we, so do we, so do we)
Oh why was I so careless with that basket of mine? That itty bitty basket was a joy of mine!
A-tisket A-tasket I lost my yellow basket Won't someone help me find my basket And make me happy again? again
(Was it red?) No, no, no, no (Was it green?) No, no, no, no (Was it serese?) No, no, no, no
Just a little yellow basket A little yellow basket
I love rockabilly and was thrilled when I stumbled across a collection of ultra rare recordings in a multiple disc collection. Even better, I was ecstatic to find some of my favorites on You Tube! Although you won't be able to see a performance -- these songs were recorded long before the days of music videos -- at least you'll get to hear some fantastic music that paved the way for the rock and roll that most of us are familiar with.
I couldn't find much on Johnny Buckett and his Cumberland River Boys, the recording artist you'll hear, but I can tell you that the song was written and recorded in 1946 by a man named Tampa Red. The innuendo is not as thinly veiled as one would expect for the Forties, so I would imagine the song was quite scandalous in its day. Considering the language of much of today's music, however, it's as mild as Ivory soap by comparison!
Enjoy!
Lyrics:
Look-a here baby, listen to my song, don't get mad because it ain't no harm, I want to play with your poodle, can I play with your poodle, Let me play with your poodle, I mean your little poodle dog.
He's the best little poodle I ever seen, And what I like about him, you keeps him clean, Let me play with your poodle, let me play with your poodle, Let me play with your poodle, I mean your little poodle dog.
Your little poodle got long black shaggy hair, look like a face, like a teddy bear, But can I play with your poodle, let me play with your poodle, play with your poodle, I mean your little poodle dog.
I like the way he twists his tail, I would buy him but he ain't for sale, But let me play with your poodle, let me play with your poodle, Let me play with your poodle, I mean your little poodle dog.
I play so soft, so gently and sweet, I would like to play with him each one day a week, Now can I play with your poodle, let me play with your poodle, Let me play with your poodle, I mean your little poodle dog.
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This week I'm moved by yet another Roger Miller song. This time, though, instead of the song being all goofy and funny like the last one, it's a tear your guts out, grab a box of tissue classic country heartbreak song. I love, love, love the steel guitar in this one and if you listen carefully, I swear that you can hear it "talk"!
But best of all, I've located a video of the song by a young, just emerging on the country music scene, kd lang. The power of kd's voice shines in Miller's song and it doesn't matter how many times I listen to it, I get goosebumps and teary-eyed.
Here's hoping that you enjoy this marvelous song as much as I do.
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When I was a kid, Roger Miller was one of my favorite singer-songwriters. Miller was so talented that he could move effortlessly from humorous songs like "You Can't Rollerskate in a Buffalo Herd" or "My Uncle Used to Love Me but She Died" to poignant and haunting love songs like "Hey Little Star," "When Two Worlds Collide" (Kenny Rogers and Dottie West recorded this cover in the 80's) or "Husbands and Wives" (Brooks & Dunn had a hit with this cover in the 90's). For people who aren't country music fans, you'll probably know Miller for his number one cross-over hit, "King of the Road"; someone who grew up on country music in the 1960's, though, will know other great songs by Roger Miller -- songs like "Dang Me" and "England Swings" among lots of others.
I hope you have fun with this one!
Lyrics
Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd But you can be happy if you've a mind to
Ya can't take a shower in a parakeet cage Ya can't take a shower in a parakeet cage Ya can't take a shower in a parakeet cage But you can be happy if you've a mind to
All ya gotta do is put your mind to it Knuckle down, buckle down, do it, do it, do it
Well, ya can't go a-swimmin' in a baseball pool Ya can't go swimmin' in a baseball pool Ya can't go swimmin' in a baseball pool But you can be happy if you've a mind to
Ya can't change film with a kid on your back Ya can't change film with a kid on your back Ya can't change film with a kid on your back But you can be happy if you've a mind to
Ya can't drive around with a tiger in your car Ya can't drive around with a tiger in your car Ya can't drive around with a tiger in your car But you can be happy if you've a mind to
All ya gotta do is put your mind to it Knuckle down, buckle down do it, do it, do it
Well, ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd But you can be happy if you've a mind to
Ya can't go fishin' in a watermelon patch Ya can't go fishin' in a watermelon patch Ya can't go fishin' in a watermelon patch But you can be happy if you've a mind to
Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd SPOKEN: "Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd"
This week, I'm moved by memories of songs that I used to listen to with my mom in the Seventies. We really liked Dr. Hook and the Medicine Show, and this song was among our favorites.
Lyrics
When your body's had enough of me And I'm layin' flat out on the floor When you think I've loved you all I can I'm gonna love you a little bit more
Come on over here and lay by my side I've got to be touchin' you Let me rub your tired shoulders The way I used to do Look into my eyes and give me that smile The one that always turns me on And let me take your hair down 'Cause we're stayin' up to greet the sun
And when your body's had enough of me And I'm layin' flat out on the floor When you think I've loved you all I can I'm gonna love you a little bit more
Got to say a few things that have been on my mind And you know where my mind has been I guess I learned my lessons And now's the time to begin So if you're feelin alright and you're ready for me I know that I'm ready for you We better get it on now 'Cause we got a whole life to live through
And when your body's had enough of me And I'm layin' flat on the floor When you think I've loved you all I can I'm gonna love you a little bit more
And when your body's had enough of me And I'm layin' flat out on the floor
This week, I'm sharing Sarah Brightman and Michael Ball at Andrew Lloyd Webber's 50th Birthday Bash performing one of my favorite songs from the musical hit, Phantom of the Opera. Love that magical kiss at the end -- so sweet!
Did you know that Sir Andrew wrote the part of Christine especially for Sarah Brightman who was his wife at the time?
Did you know that Phantom of the Opera is the longest running musical in Broadway history?
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I honestly don't remember how I learned about Loreena McKennett, I'm just thrilled that I did!
Celtic music is her thing, but this amazing Canadian songstress also has an incredible talent for turning classic poetry into glorious song! I may not recall when or how I discovered Ms. McKennett, but I do remember that it was this song that introduced me to her music.
What moves me this week is Loreena McKennett's version of Alfred, Lord Tennyson's poem, The Lady of Shalott. If you enjoy the Arthurian legends, both the poem and the song should move you, too. Or, if you're familiar with the story of Anne of Green Gables, by Lucy Maud Montgomery, another Canadian, then you will remember that Anne loved the poem so much she re-enacted it with her friends. Of course Anne took the role of the Lady of Shalott for herself; she really loved the drama of the death scene.
Tennyson never gives the Lady a name, so much about her remains a mystery. She is imprisoned in a tower on an island called Shalott in an unnamed river somewhere near Camelot. Because a curse has been placed on her, she cannot look directly at Camelot or some unknown disaster will befall her. In her isolation and loneliness, she spends her time watching the people of Camelot through a mirror and weaving what she sees into a magic web. Although she is tempted to look directly down on Camelot, she remains in the shadows, isolated from life, living it only through the reflections she sees in the mirror. That is, until the day she hears a knight singing as he rides past the tower. Captivated by his song, the Lady of Shalott finally realizes that her "life" in the shadows and reflections of the mirror is no life at all. Without a care for the curse, she looks down on the handsome knight with black curls as he rides past. The mirror cracks, and the curse comes true. The Lady leaves the tower, finds a boat on the lake and writes her name on it. Chanting a song, she climbs into the boat and floats down the river both to Camelot and her death. When the boat reaches the shore, a group of knights and ladies, one of whom is Lancelot, find the dead maiden. Lancelot says, ""She has a lovely face; God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott."
Even if you don't know the story of the Lady who became "half-sick of shadows" and sacrificed her life for a single moment of living, this song is a great way to introduce yourself to both the stories of the Knights of the Round Table and some fantastic Victorian poetry.
Poem / Lyrics
On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road runs by To many-tower'd Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott.
Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Through the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four grey walls, and four grey towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.
By the margin, willow veil'd, Slide the heavy barges trail'd By slow horses; and unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd Skimming down to Camelot: But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand? Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott?
Only reapers, reaping early, In among the bearded barley Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly; Down to tower'd Camelot; And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers, " 'Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott."
There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott.
And moving through a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear. There she sees the highway near Winding down to Camelot; There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly village churls, And the red cloaks of market girls Pass onward from Shalott.
Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd lad, Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad Goes by to tower'd Camelot; And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two. She hath no loyal Knight and true, The Lady of Shalott.
But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often through the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, went to Camelot; Or when the Moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed. "I am half sick of shadows," said The Lady of Shalott.
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, And flamed upon the brazen greaves Of bold Sir Lancelot. A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field, Beside remote Shalott.
The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot: And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armor rung Beside remote Shalott.
All in the blue unclouded weather Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather, The helmet and the helmet-feather Burn'd like one burning flame together, As he rode down to Camelot. As often thro' the purple night, Below the starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, burning bright, Moves over still Shalott.
His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal-black curls as on he rode, As he rode down to Camelot. From the bank and from the river He flashed into the crystal mirror, "Tirra lirra," by the river Sang Sir Lancelot.
She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott.
In the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining. Heavily the low sky raining Over tower'd Camelot; Down she came and found a boat Beneath a willow left afloat, And around about the prow she wrote The Lady of Shalott.
And down the river's dim expanse Like some bold seer in a trance, Seeing all his own mischance -- With a glassy countenance Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shalott.
Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right -- The leaves upon her falling light -- Thro' the noises of the night, She floated down to Camelot: And as the boat-head wound along The willowy hills and fields among, They heard her singing her last song, The Lady of Shalott.
Heard a carol, mournful, holy, Chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her blood was frozen slowly, And her eyes were darkened wholly, Turn'd to tower'd Camelot. For ere she reach'd upon the tide The first house by the water-side, Singing in her song she died, The Lady of Shalott.
Under tower and balcony, By garden-wall and gallery, A gleaming shape she floated by, Dead-pale between the houses high, Silent into Camelot. Out upon the wharfs they came, Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame, And around the prow they read her name, The Lady of Shalott.
Who is this? And what is here? And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer; And they crossed themselves for fear, All the Knights at Camelot; But Lancelot mused a little space He said, "She has a lovely face; God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott."
I stumbled across your old picture today I could barely breathe The moment stopped me cold Grabbed me like a thief I dialed your number But you wouldn't be there I knew the whole time But it's still not fair I just wanted to hear your voice I just needed to hear your voice
What do I do with all I need to say? So much I want to tell you every day Oh it breaks my heart I cry these tears in the dark I write these letters to you But they get lost in the blue 'Cause there's no address in the stars
Now I'm driving through the pitch black dark I'm screaming at the sky cause it hurts so bad Everybody tells me all I need is time Then the morning rolls in and it hits me again And that ain't nothing but a lie
What do I do with all I need to say? So much I want to tell you every day Oh it breaks my heart I cry these tears in the dark I write these letters to you but they get lost in the blue 'Cause there's no address in the stars
Without you here with me I don't know what to do I'd give anything just to talk to you Oh it breaks my heart Oh it breaks my heart All I can do is write these letters to you But there's no address in the stars
mber 5, 2008, I wrote about rediscovering an artist whom my mother loved one night when I couldn't sleep. The video that I am going to share today is the piece that actually reignited that spark. This week, it's Ella Fitzgerald who moves me.
When I was a kid, Roger Miller was one of my favorite singer-songwriters. Miller was so talented that he could move effortlessly from humorous songs like "You Can't Rollerskate in a Buffalo Herd" or "My Uncle Used to Love Me but She Died" to poignant and haunting love songs like "Hey Little Star," "When Two Worlds Collide" (Kenny Rogers and Dottie West recorded this cover in the 80's) or "Husbands and Wives" (Brooks & Dunn had a hit with this cover in the 90's). For people who aren't country music fans, you'll probably know Miller for his number one cross-over hit, "King of the Road"; someone who grew up on country music in the 1960's, though, will know other great songs by Roger Miller -- songs like "Dang Me" and "England Swings" among lots of others.
This week, I'm sharing Sarah Brightman and Michael Ball at Andrew Lloyd Webber's 50th Birthday Bash performing one of my favorite songs from the musical hit, Phantom of the Opera. Love that magical kiss at the end -- so sweet!
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