It’s Summer

Here comes the sun, and
With it, here comes a smile on my
Face, cuz it’s summer.

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No More Rings the Bell

When the day is over,
When no more rings the bell,
When the bees buzz in the clover
And the birds sing in the dell,

I will take you for my lover
And we’ll listen to the swell
Of twilight music as we hover
Near the stream down in the dell.

When the day is over,
When no more rings the bell,
When the bees stop buzzing in the clover
And the birds cease singing in the dell,

I’ll keep you for my lover
And we’ll listen to the swell
Of angels singing as we hover
In the clouds above the dell.

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Things ’90s girls do at slumber parties

After some discussion, we decided we didn’t actually need to complete this task because we were there for most of our childhood funny stories. And oddly enough, Girl Talk played a part in one of them. 🙂

  1. Drink Clearly Canadian and Surge.
  2. Hit the mall.
  3. Blast the Backstreet Boys and the Spice Girls at top volume.
  4. Play Heartthrob and Girl Talk.
  5. Chill out with Little Nicky.

The corollary to all this, of course, is that we felt super, super old. Okay, I felt super, super old. But it was a heck of a lot of fun. 🙂

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Another night, but not another dream

I feel stilted. Stunted. Fried. Exhausted, wired, terrified. I can’t sleep, no matter how much I want to. I can’t wake, no matter how much I need to.

My brain spins right round like a record, baby, right round, round, round. It can’t stop, won’t stop, drags me down a rabbit hole. And I spin round and round and round.

After all, I saw the sign and it opened up my eyes. It’s like a vision of love that seems to be true, and there’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be than here in my room, sleeping in my warm cozy bed.

You were expecting something else?

All right, fine. I’d rather be dreaming, but only because it’d mean I could sleep. That I had slept. That I will sleep, long and hard, maybe for a whole week.

Mmm, sleep…

I feel stilted. Stunted. Exhausted. Fried. Wired, wilted, terrified. I can’t sleep, no matter how much I want to. I can’t wake, no matter how much I need to.

It’s gonna be a long day…

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The Earworm’s Tune

She could feel it burrowing inside her; the earworm was nothing if not persistent, and it had lodged itself firmly within her brain before cranking up the volume to eleven. Pretty soon, the bright and brassy sound of a new age jazz tune was the only thing she could hear; its rhythm pulsed through her, and she couldn’t stop her toes from tapping along in time. Though she tried – oh, how she tried – to stifle the urge, the day finally came when she could no longer keep from singing; she threw herself up onto the stage and belted out the earworm’s tune, and the thunderous applause made the months of torture worth every minute.

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Fly Away

Someday I’ll fly away,
Over the fields and
Into the hills,
Out where the world cannot reach me,
Out where I’ll always be free.

Someday I’ll fly away,
Up to the moon,
Surrounded by stars,
Out where the world cannot beat me,
Out where I’ll always be free.

Someday I’ll fly away,
From from the fear and
Beyond all the noise,
Out where the world cannot cage me,
Out where I’ll always be free.

Someday I’ll fly away,
Be a bird on a breeze,
Or a star in the sky,
Out where the world can’t unsee me,
Out where I’ll always be free,
Out in the world,
Flying free.

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Shine

Shine.
Though you’re broken
And aching,
Shine.

You can do it,
Though you may not
Want to.

Shine.
Though it may
Seem impossible,
Shine.

You never know who’s watching,
Though it seems that
No one is.

Shine.
Though it’s hard,
And it might hurt,
Shine.

Someone needs
Your light,
Though you’re broken.

Shine.
Though you’re aching,
You can do it.
Shine.

In response to the Daily Post prompt for January 9, and inspired in no small part by the song “Smile” (music by Charles Chaplin, lyrics by John Turner and Geoffrey Parsons).

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Photo 365 #308

2015-05-29 07.43.07Daisy, Daisy,
Give me your answer, do.
I’m half crazy,
All for the love of you.
It won’t be a stylish marriage,
I can’t afford a carriage,
But you’ll look sweet upon the seat
Of a bicycle built for two.

I’ve had that song stuck in my head ever since I caught those daisies on film last month.  It’s a pretty song, though, and I love old songs like that.  It’s true what they say, they don’t make ’em like they used to. 🙂

What are some of your favorite old-fashioned songs?

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Photo 365 #218

2015-02-15 08.21.37Cricket is the family comedian.  He says such funny things, but he’s funniest when he’s being completely serious.

We’ve been enjoying the Music and Lyrics soundtrack in the car lately.  The boys always ask me the name of each song as it comes on, and sometimes they ask me another half dozen times throughout the course of the song.  Last night Cricket really wanted to hear the song “Tony the Beat,” but “A Different Sound” was playing, so he asked me which song was next:

Me: “Love Autopsy.”
Cricket: “What song is after that?”
M: “PoP! Goes My Heart.”
C: “And after that?”
M: “Buddha’s Delight.”
C: “And after that?”
M: “Meaningless Kiss.”
C: “And after that?”
M: “Entering Bootytown.”
C: “And after that?”
M: “Way Back Into Love.”

At this point, I fully expected him to ask what came after that (again), and since “Tony the Beat” was the next song, I thought maybe that would put an end to the questions (for a few minutes, anyway).  Instead, this happened:

C: *thinks for a minute*
C: “Entering Bootytown is the way back into love?”
M: *facepalm of epic proportions*

I told Seymour about it when we got home.  He’d had a long day of running errands, and this put a big ol’ smile on his face.  His response?  “From the mouths of babes…”

Kids. 🙂

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