Sentimental


The Gambler


Sometimes I get really sentimental, and this is what happens. So here is me, in a mood rarely shared.  I usually escape into my world and listen to whatever makes me feel like this, today I felt like it was time to share it with others.  Maybe we are all gamblers, just trying to make it through the hand we are dealt.  The lyrics in this song apply to so many things (the chorus specifically) in life.  But I would rather be a gambler, then sit by and watch the others play.

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Little Wing


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Jimi Hendrix is a legend for his groundbreaking guitar

playing.  In the few years he actually recorded music

he redefined rock and roll and made his contemporaries

wonder where this odd fellow had come from.

He also wrote some of the most interesting lyrics,  poetic

and evocative.  Studying him through various biographies

it is quite clear that most of his songs were written for his

mother, who had passed when he was a small child. This song

in particular was written for her.  It is my favorite song, with my

favorite lyrics, for it is a poetic expression of a great loss.  His words

however, are not so much sad as they are childlike, and wistful.

He imagines her in a magical place and keeps her memory alive

and vibrant, as she was said to be in life.  Thank you Jimi for

having so much heart and love in a world that did not always

show you either.

 

Little Wing 

WELL SHE’S WALKING, THROUGH THE CLOUDS

WITH A CIRCUS MIND THAT’S RUNNING WILD

BUTTERFLIES AND ZEBRAS AND MOONBEAMS

AND A FAIRY TALES.

THAT’S ALL SHE EVER THINKS ABOUT

RIDING WITH THE WIND. 

WHEN I’M SAD, SHE COMES TO ME

WITH A THOUSAND SMILES SHE GIVES TO ME FREE

IT’S ALRIGHT SHE SAYS, IT’S ALRIGHT

TAKE ANYTHING YOU WANT FROM ME

…ANYTHING 

FLY ON LITTLE WING

YEAH, YEAH, YEAH,

FLY ON LITTLE WING 

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Music, film, and poetry in perfect unison.


The Ballad of Lucy Jordan/Thelma and Louise clip


I fell in love with this song the first time I heard it as I watched Thelma and Louise. There are songs/movies that provoke feelings that can overwhelm you and so you listen/watch them when you know you want to go to those places. The lyrics, poetic and gritty, combined with Faithfulls voice are simply mesmerizing. It is a girl thing, and I rarely do girly. I have included the lyrics. Beautiful poetry from an extraordinary woman who lived the rock dream/nightmare and survived to tell.

THE BALLAD OF LUCY JORDAN

by Marianne Faithfull

 

The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy Jordan.

 

In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town

 

As she lay there ‘neath the covers,

 

dreaming of a thousand lovers

 

till the world turned to orange

 

and the room went spinning round.

 

At the age of thirty-seven

 

she realized she’d never ride through Paris

 

in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair.

 

So she let the phone keep ringing,

 

and she sat there softly singing

 

pretty nursery rhymes she’d memorized

 

in her daddy’s easy chair.

 

Her husband, he’s off to work;

 

and the kids are off to school.

 

And there are, oh, so many ways for her to spend the day.

 

She could clean the house for hours,

 

or rearrange the flowers

 

Or run naked through the shady street,

 

screaming all the way.

 

At the age of thirty-seven

 

she realized she’d never ride through Paris

 

in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair.

 

So she let the phone keep ringing

 

as she sat there softly singing

 

Pretty nursery rhymes shed memorized

 

in her daddy’s easy chair.

 

The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan

 

on the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter grew too loud

 

and she bowed and curtsied to the man

 

who reached and offered her his hand,

 

as he led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd.

 

At the age of thirty-seven

 

she knew she’d found forever

 

as she rode along through Paris

 

with the warm wind in her hair…

   

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Auld Lang Syne


HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL!  FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO FORGOT

 THE WORDS (OR NEVER KNEW THEM). 

ALL TOGETHER NOW.

Words to Auld Lang Syne
by Robert Burns
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind
Should auld acquaintaince be forgot
And auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne.

And surely you’ll be your pint stowp
And surely I’ll be mine,
And we’ll drink a richt guid willy waught
For auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne.

We twa hae run aboot the braes
And pu’d the gowans fine,
But we’ve wandered monie a wearie fit’
Since auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidled in the burn
Frae morning sun till dine
But seas a’tween us braid hae roared
Since auld lang syne

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne.

And here’s a hand my trusty fere
And gie’s a hand o’ thine
And we’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne.

It is worth noting that the original words to Auld Lang Syne were taken from traditional Scottish songs. Burns was the first to commit these to paper, and suggested that they be set to music.

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