SongLyricSunday-Breathe

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 9/3/17

 

Here’s my song for this Sunday. Love the lyrics, especially

Two AM and I’m still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, its no longer
Inside of me, threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I’m naked in front of the crowd
‘Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you’ll use them, however you want to

It’s how I feel every time I post on my blog!

 

 

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SongLyricsSunday-“Lying” 8-6-17

One of my “areas of expertise” as a Psychotherapist is relationships, but do not take the following as professional advice. Certain decisions are 100% personal.

Something I have seen so many times is outright lying, and I still don’t understand it.

It’s one thing to engage, for example, in “cheating” in a relationship. It’s a whole different level of yuck to lie about it, straight to someone’s face…even AFTER you’ve been caught!

I can almost understand the act of being unfaithful…there is almost always a perceived element of being carried away by something bigger than oneself, feeling helpless in the face of something, etc.

But the lying part…willful…crazy-making…calculated…that’s the part that would do me in. I couldn’t cheat because I would suffocate under the incredible crushing weight of the having to lie part.

And the lying part ends up to be the most damaging part of the whole thing, not the act of infidelity itself.

People who do finally do tell the truth about cheating can rarely offer good explanations.

Even my own former husband, after 13 years of what I thought was wedded bliss, only had this excuse to offer when I asked him why.

“Well, I thought I could get away with it.”

So if you wandered and did not get caught, think long and hard before indulging in that guilt-relieving dump some people feel compelled to do under the guise of total honesty, or “coming clean”. It is usually just for the cheater to get out from under the hefty guilt-weight of his or her actions. Or worse, it’s a passive aggressive move to make sure your indiscretion is known so it can actually hurt your partner.

That is your shit to carry…possibly forever. So shut the fuck up and live with it. Deal with the real issues!

But if you have been busted, tell the truth, for God’s sake!!

Don’t gaslight someone you supposedly love.

 

End of obviously biased lecture of the day!

Lyrics from Google Play

There ain’t no use in me trying to tell you how I feel
’cause what I feel ain’t what you’re feeling
I don’t know what we did wrong
I just know if you come home
I ain’t gonna let you break my heart again

There ain’t no use in me trying to find out where you’ve been
Where you’ve been ain’t where I’m going
’cause if I ask you where you’ve been
The hurting starts and it don’t end
So I ain’t gonna let you break my heart again, no
I ain’t gonna let you break my heart again, no no

Tears don’t become me
Pain ain’t my friend
It seems like you enjoy my crying, baby
You always said that I was strong
But I believe that you were wrong
Lately, God knows, I have been trying

There ain’t no use in you trying to kiss away the hurt, baby
’cause it hurts where it’s deep down inside of me and it’s hiding
If you decide you’re coming home
You walk in, it won’t be like before
’cause I ain’t gonna let you break my heart again, no
Ain’t gonna let you break my heart again, no no

Written by David Lasley, Julie Lasley • Copyright © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 8/6/17

Song Lyric Sunday-6/11/17

https://helenswordsoflife.com/2017/06/10/song-lyric-sunday-theme-for-61117/

Helen’s challenge for us this week is to

 post a song about alcohol, or a song that has a type of alcohol in the title or lyrics.

This challenge was easy! Here’s one of my favorites!!

LOVE this guy.

Love what he’s done with his talent, with his life.

LOVE this song!!!

One Day at a Time
Well you know,
I was always the first to arrive at the party, ooh
And the last to leave the scene of the crime
Well it started with a couple of beers,
And it went I don’t know how many years,
Like a runaway train headed for the end of the line
Well I finally got around to admit that I might have a problem
But I thought it was just too damn big of a mountain to climb
Well I got down on my knees and said hey
I just can’t go on livin’ this way
Guess I have to learn to live my life one day at a time
Oh yeah, one day at a time
Oh yeah, one day at a time
Oh yeah, one day at a time
Oh yeah, one day at a time
Well I finally got around to admit that I was the problem
When I used to put the blame on everybody’s shoulders but mine
All the friends I used to run with are gone,
Lord, I hadn’t planned on livin’ this long
But I finally learned to live my life one day at a time
It was something I was too blind to see,
I got help from something greater than me
And today I learned to live my life one day at a time
Songwriters: Joe Walsh
One Day at a Time
Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
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Song Lyric Sunday 4/30/17 Consequences

Our musical challenge this week from Helen was to post a song about consequences…good or bad…and this is the one that came immediately to my mind.

No comments though…I wouldn’t want you to think I had ever made any bad choices in men or anything…..

Magic Man
Cold, late night so long ago
When I was not so strong you know
A pretty man came to me
Never seen eyes so blue
You know, I could not run away it seemed
We’d seen each other in a dream
Seemed like he knew me, he looked right through me, yeah
“Come on home, girl” he said with a smile
“you don’t have to love me yet, let’s get high awhile
But try to understand, try to understand
Try, try, try to understand, I’m a magic man”
Winter nights we sang in tune
Played inside the months of moon
“Never think of never, let this spell last forever”
Well, summer lover passed to fall
Tried to realize it all
Mama says she’s worried..growing up in a hurry
“Come on home, girl” Mama cried on the phone
“Too soon to lose my baby yet, my girl should be at home”
But try to understand, try to understand
Try, try, try to understand, he’s a magic man, Mama, ah, he’s a magic man
“Come on home, girl” he said with a smile
“I cast my spell of love on you, a woman from a child”
But try to understand, try to understand
Oh, oh, try, try to understand
Try, try, try to understand
He’s a magic man, oh, he’s got the magic hands
OoooOooo’s over top
“Come on home, girl” he said with a smile
“You don’t have to love me yet, let’s get high awhile”
But try to understand, try to understand
Try, try, try to understand, he’s a magic man, yeah, oh
Songwriters: Nancy Wilson / Ann Wilson
Magic Man lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

https://helenespinosa.wordpress.com/2017/04/29/song-lyric-sunday-theme-for-43017/

 

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Song Lyric Sunday 1/1/2017

https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/#inbox/159573ef1cc770d6

Lousy video and the lyrics are not actually related to my current frame of mind but it’s still a great song and, it is actually Chicago in July, 1971. I would have been newly pregnant with baby Michael!

Story for me behind this song is that is was the one my son’s father and I claimed as “ours”, to the degree that we had “only the beginning” engraved onto our wedding bands. The words were so true for us at the time. BIG (but young) love there!

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Rick and me stopping at a gas station flower stand for my wedding bouquet on the way to be married in my childhood church in Pacific Beach. What you might not be able to see is that my dress is handmade (and BLUE, not WHITE) from a maternity pattern…yep, we were very pregnant!

Ironic, given how quickly the marriage ended, leaving me alone to raise my 3 year old.

But you know, that was also a beginning in so many ways. I really started becoming my best self after Michael’s father left and with lots of work, I actually became grateful for how that beginning came about.

As sweet Jennifer Day, from  The Iconophile said recently “a mess is full of potential”.

https://sddpblog.wordpress.com/2016/12/29/was-pandora-framed/

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Me and my Mikey, a couple of years into our new beginning!!

So no excuses…get back out there in the world and DO something. Either that, or stay in and finish your damn BOOK! (By the way, that was to ME, not you…unless you needed a swift kick in the patootie also!)

Beginnings by Chicago
Lyrics

When I’m with you
It doesn’t matter where we are
Or what we’re doing
I’m with you, that’s all that matters

Time passes much too quickly
When we’re together laughing
I wish I could sing it to you, whoa oh
I wish I could sing it to you

Oh oh oh oh oh oh woah oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh woah oh oh oh
Mostly I’m silent, hmm
Silent

When I kiss you
I feel a thousand different feelings
A cover of chills
All over my body
And when I feel them
I quickly try to decide which one
I should try to put into words, woah oh
Try to put into words

Oh oh oh oh oh oh woah oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh woah oh oh oh

Only the beginning
Only just the start
Oh oh oh oh oh oh woah oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh woah oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh woah oh oh oh

Written by Robert Lamm • Copyright © Peermusic Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, BMG Rights Management US, LLC
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PS Here is a current version…not bad for these aging rockers!! (better teeth anyway!)

Jed Bartlet for President

I know I am a hopeless idealist.

I woke up Wednesday morning last week (11/9/16) wondering how in the world I was going to stay on my current path. How could I continue to answer my calling of the last 15 years? I’m on a personal mission to support pluralism, and fight absolutism. This came to me as the harsh lesson from 9/11.

I woke up Wednesday stuck in my absolute certainty that our new president-elect was absolutely the worst possible thing that could have happened to our country and to me!

I went back to my mantra…Ah, the magic of a Chosen Perspective, and remembered that somehow, somewhere I should be able to look at the whole thing from a different perspective…but other than reading a few hopeful posts, I remained completely disheartened.

I am nothing if not determined so I decided to search further for inspiration in making a shift. The politics of it all are lost on me so there was no help there. Next, I decided if this many people, that I share a country with, actually believe enough in Mr. Trump to have voted him into office, I’d better take a closer look at him…apart from the Reality TV version or the angry man debating Mrs. Clinton and I’d better look at those voters from a different perspective.

I watched the interview of Trump on 60 Minutes Sunday night to see what I could learn. I figured he’d be on his best behavior…and I think he actually was, but I still didn’t like him so I was surprised to feel a slight glimmer of something. Not exactly approval or even acceptance. My insides were still planning my version of a revolution. But I did see what I thought might be respect…not me for him but from him…Maybe even reverence or a kind of awe. I think actually winning may have actually touched him.

That tiny flicker, possibly just a spark of awareness in him gave me a comparable sliver of hope.

I went to sleep Sunday night thinking about two old sayings. One is “a rolling stone gathers no moss” and for me, the whole idea of Trump as my president still seemed pretty mossy so hmm, what other country could I move to??

But then I thought of my Dad. He had the most amazing trait of being able to be content anytime, any place. His favorite saying was “Bloom where you’re planted.”

Bloom with Trump??? Oh Dad, I wish you were still here to tell me how in the world to do that.

Now, here’s the woo-woo part. Guess what I dreamed Sunday night? A scene from the deliciously idealistic TV series, West Wing.

Here’s a brief context: A classically Southern Republican lawyer (stereotypical, but for her gender), much to her chagrin, gets “called” to join the White House staff. Here’s what TV Guide says about her character.

The West Wing gets a right winger as young Republican lawyer Ainsley Hayes (Emily Procter) signs on as Associate White House Counsel. She’s offered the job at the insistence of the President…

In this scene she is having a small re-union lunch with her former, fellow right-wing lawyers. She’s been at the Whitehouse for long enough now to begin seeing who these “radical Jed Bartlet liberals” really are. (Script below in case the video doesn’t work.)

 

Leave it to my smart-ass dreams to make me get the lesson by slapping me into the shoes of a passionate Republican, with whom I simply cannot argue.

Ah, the Magic……………..

 

 

Oh, damn. I wanted you to say it to his face. I wanted to see…
Harriet: I hate these people.
Bruce: Did you meet anyone there who isn’t worthless?
Ainsley Hayes: Don’t say that.
Bruce: Did you meet anyone there who has any – ?
Ainsley Hayes: I said don’t say that. Say they’re smug and superior. Say their approach to public policy makes you want to tear your hair out. Say they like high taxes and spending your money. Say they want to take your guns and open your borders, but don’t call them worthless. At least don’t do it in front of me. The people that I have met have been extraordinarily qualified, their intent is good. Their commitment is true, they are righteous, and they are patriots. And I’m their lawyer.

 

Tiny by chosenperspectives

Tiny

I’m supposed to write about Tiny but I’m much better off showing you how Tiny figures into my life!

I am an addicted collector and I think I figured out very young that if I collected tiny things, I would have room for MORE of them than if I collected, oh, say CARS! I am also a Psychotherapist and I know a hobby like this, that originates in childhood and borders on obsession, has a lot more backstory to it than I can possibly fit into one Post. But think about words like scarcity, control, abuse and isolation.

AND, my collections were the one thing I never had to share, give up or pass on to my younger sisters.

It started with Cobalt glass. I wrote about that here:

https://chosenperspectives.wordpress.com/2016/08/19/chosen-perspectives-on-rare-for-wpc/

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Then  I got hooked on glass animals and saved babysitting money to buy a new one every few months. My best finds were at the Hobby Shop or at the San Diego Zoo, where you could actually watch the glass artist make tiny lions, tigers or bears…oh my.

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This is a truly tiny sample of my animals collection. Most of the other hundreds have been recently wrapped up and packed away due to our huge household downsizing project. My animals are mostly blown glass, bone china or carved marble.

Somewhere in my adolescence, I discovered little wooden trains. They are also packed away but I did find this one photo.

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I think I have more trains than anything else but when we got our youngest cats, the trains had to be put away also…not that I minded them playing with the trains, but Lucy, the miracle kitten, had a little bit of the disease called Pica and would eat bits off the trains..wheels, smokestacks, etc. She has also eaten my camera strap, three times. Almost all the trains are wooden and very small but for my birthday one year my best friend found (and hand-painted for me) the world’s SMALLEST TRAIN!! It is metal. Here’s a photo.

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I am going to stop pretty soon now, even though I could go on and on. See, I also collect shells, socks, fans, concert ticket stubs, photographs, vintage Christmas Cards, and some might even say BUGS, but if you have seen them here before, you know they are anything but TINY!  I do have one more thing to show you though, mainly because it is my favorite Tiny Ensemble.

 

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