“A Song For You” – Song Lyric Sunday


I love Song Lyric SundayHelen Espinosa hosts this over on her blog. This week’s prompt was Love Songs, in honor of Valentine’s Day month. I had a hard time with this one, as I have soooo many!! Having said that, I have been married for almost 40 years, so there have been many that speak to me for so many reasons. I was able to cull it down to three – yeah, three. But I will only share info about one, and links to the other two, if you want to check them out.

One of my all time favorites is this beauty by Leon Russell – a master songwriter and performer who recently passed away. I love all of his music, but this one has always been special.

It’s called, “A Song For You,” and was written and recorded by Leon on his first album in 1970. Others have sang it and made it a hit, as well as earning awards for their performance. But – I think he does it best – most honest & raw! It is a beautiful song . . . and I hope you enjoy it ❤

A SONG FOR YOUWritten and performed by Leon Russell

I’ve been so many places in my life and time
I’ve sung a lot of songs, I’ve made some bad rhyme
I’ve acted out my life in stages
With ten thousand people watching
But we’re alone now and I’m singin’ this song for you

I know your image of me is what I hope to be
I’ve treated you unkindly but darling can’t you see
There’s no one more important to me
Darling can’t you please see through me
‘Cause we’re alone now and I’m singin’ my song to you

You taught me precious secrets of the truth, withholdin’ nothin’
You came out in front and I was hiding
But now I’m so much better so if my words don’t come together
Listen to the melody ’cause my love’s in there hiding

I love you in a place where there’s no space or time
I love you for my life, ’cause you’re a friend of mine
And when my life is over, remember when we were together
We were alone and I was singin’ my song for you

Songwriters
LEON RUSSELL
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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC

The other two I am quite fond of & come to mind often are:

[On a personal note – I Got You Babe has been me & my husband, from day 1 . . . if all other songs ceased to exist, this one would always be us . . .

Yeah – these 2 songs are decades apart ❤

Hope you enjoy them all and they bring a smile to your face and a wonderful memory to mind ❤

If you want, go check out Helen’s blog and maybe share a song special to you 🙂

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Good Bye 2016, you bittersweet friend


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It’s been a long year . . .

I haven’t written much on this or my other blogs – honestly haven’t been all that inspired most days. But, I am working hard to get my head right – there’s a lot going on up there 🙂

I so appreciate that you keep checking in ❤

Stay tuned . . .

Seagull – Song Lyric Sunday


I have been planning to write a “Song Lyric Sunday” piece for a while, but I just hadn’t gotten around to it. Today’s prompt is to post something from the band you saw at your first concert. I want to thank Helen Espinosa for her prompt.

My first concert was Bad Company in 1976, promoting their Run With The Pack album. I was 14 at the time, and the only way my parents would allow me to go was if I took my younger sister, who was 11. I was going with friends; their parents were dropping us off and picking us up from the downtown venue. I remember being incredibly excited, yet a little nervous at the same time – and having to watch out for my younger sister, at a concert of all places, 35 miles from home, was not something I would’ve done as a parent. I knew why they did it – they figured if I was busy watching her, I couldn’t do anything they wouldn’t approve of. And I knew if anything happened to her, I might as well not come home . . .

Back then, there was plenty of pot smoking in the concert arenas, and my sister swears she got contact high; maybe she did, as she fell asleep on the way home, and I had a heck of a time waking her up to get her out of the car once we got home. I didn’t get contact high . . .

I love most of Bad Company’s songs, but if I had to pick a favorite, it’d be a toss up between Seagull, from their first album, and Simple Man, from their third album. (Yeah, I’m laughing, too – I finally get a chance to post for Song Lyric Sunday AND I had to pick two songs, as I couldn’t make up my mind 🙂 ) Anyway, here you go – I only posted the lyrics to one, but provided links to videos for both.

Seagull by Bad Company  (1974)

Written by Paul Rodgers and Mick Ralphs

(Lyrics courtesy of Google Play Music)

Seagull, you fly across the horizon

Into the misty morning sun.

Nobody asks you where you are going,

Nobody knows where you’re from.

 

Here is a man asking the question

Is this really the end of the world?

Seagull, you must have known for a long time

The shape of things to come.

Now you fly, through the sky, never asking why,

And you fly all around ’til somebody, Shoots you down.

 

Da da da da da da da down.

Mm mm mm mm, mm mm.

 

Seagull, you fly, across the horizon,

Into the misty morning sun.

Nobody asks you where you are going,

Nobody knows where you are from,

Now you fly through the sky, never asking why,

And you fly all around ’til somebody, yeah,

Shoots you down. Mm mm, yeah.

Seagull you fly, seagull you fly away.

 

And you fly away today

And you fly away tomorrow

And you fly away, leave me to

my sorrow.

Mm, mm, mm.

 

Seagull go and fly, mm, mm, mm,

Fly to your tomorrow, leave me to my sorrow, fly.

 

Another great song by Bad Company and a fav of mine – enjoy 🙂


And if you want to join in, please do – sharing good music is good for the soul ❤

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Ought to be a word


Hmmm . . . I have been doing this today, myself ❤

A Faded Romantic's Notebook

Art by Ellen Heck

There ought to be a word

for that delightful, warm, pleasant feeling you experience when you realise that someone is steadily working their way through your blog or your tweets.

It is intimate and sensual, strange and gratifying, and oddly fulfilling.

It is the pleasure of being read

And, just for a short while, being the centre of some stranger’s attention.

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Ellen Heck

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Sleeping Beauty


Sometimes the pain turns into something so beautiful, such imagery, so raw, so intense, so inspiring . . .
The feeling of being alone, yet knowing you are not . . .

The Moment – 50-Words Exactly


Even though the moment passed us by, I will never forget you, or the way you made me feel. We had a connection – I know it was real. Another time, another place, things would’ve been different. You, sir, were one of my greatest temptations. I will always love you ❤  

[This idea came from an earlier challenge that I enjoyed, 50 Words Exactly.]

Just Talking – Write Naked Part 6


Another segment in my novel I started working on last November for NaNoWriMo. It has not been edited in any form yet, just free writing. If you want to know some back story, links are provided for previous sections. [NOTE: I had changed James’ name to Travis for the novel, but I didn’t like it, so changed it back to James – SO JAMES is Travis (parts 1-4) and if I post anymore excerpts, it is James, as he has always been in my mind. Sorry for the confusion – posted it then realized.] I have written several posts on here about Lyla, as she has been in my head for many years, since college creative writing classes. Any feedback provided would be great! Oh and if you’re interested, here’s how Lyla and James met. 🙂 

Part 1                      Part 2                      Part 3                       Part 4                      Part 5


They began talking about the night they met. Lyla laughed, ”Pretty sure your cousin was the one Debbie Forrester and I used to hold up against the wall and kiss his little face – wasn’t he really short back then? Am I remembering that right?”

“Oh yeah, it was him, he used to brag about it to me,” James chuckled.

“He was a little cutie and we, at least I, never really kissed him, just tortured his little ass for fun! Now Debbie might’ve slipped him the tongue – who knows she was a crazy girl,” Lyla laughed, remembering the fun she had working at that restaurant that spring and summer she was 14.

“Did he really used to brag about it – crack the fuck up!” she giggled.

James added, “Girl, you were such a damn tease!” he smiled wide.

“No, I wasn’t,” she amusingly threw her head back laughing, and her intoxicating contagious laugh carried through the restaurant, causing others to look their direction and smile.

“Darlin, you can certainly captivate a room,” he said hushed, yet full of wonder and pride all at the same time looking at her and then glancing around the room.

She began to laugh even more, “Glad to know my laughter travels. Best part of me most days is my laughter! Do you recall while we were talking that night at the restaurant that you had me kind of pinned against the wall with one arm stretched across kinda sorta blocking my path?” she asked him.

James laughed, “I don’t remember the pinning part off the top of my head. I hope I wasn’t out of line, but Lord have mercy woman you were, and still are, a hottie,” winking at her.

“AND I have serious doubts the best part of you has surfaced yet,” James replied. He got quiet for a moment. “You’re a beautiful person. Lyla, learn who you really are, and don’t be afraid of it ’cause it brings light to others,” he said softly yet directly.

“It’s so easy to talk to you, Lyla. I’m not all that intimidated or insecure typically, but you have no idea what it took for me to even start a conversation with you back then, or since for that matter. I’ve always been comfy with you, Lyla, but I really thought you were way outta my league back then. Shit, woman, you still are.”

“Seriously? I never felt that way,” she stated matter-of-factly, as she studied his face.

“Well, I can tell you, you’ve always been on a pedestal in my heart. You will always own a piece of my heart Lyla.” They both got quiet.

Lyla responded, “You know you have a little piece of mine, too.”

“We were talking a while back and I said something to the effect that if I were sitting across the table from you right now and before I could finish my thought, you asked me if I would kiss you. It took a second for me to reply,” James stated.

“I did?” she looked amused, vaguely remembering that was the night he told her she was the one that got away. “Was I drunk?” she asked demurely.

“Uh, yeah. You were pretty buzzed,” he chuckled.

“If I recall correctly, you said you didn’t know if you could trust yourself sitting across the table from me, and I said I did trust you, I do trust you,” she smiled. “And here we are. And I’m sorry that I asked that, wasn’t really a fair question – and totally not fucking with your head – but that day I might’ve let you, I might’ve wanted you to. Glad we were on the phone . . . sorry,” hesitating for a second, adding, “You must have been leading me on,” she laughed.

“Don’t try to explain, Lyla. Not necessary,” James looked right in her eyes. “I understand our relationship, what it is and what it isn’t.”

As fate had been reading their cards and playing the perfect soundtrack it seemed since they first ran into each other the night before, Dave Matthews Crash Into Me began to play. Lyla sat back in her chair, swaying and singing, smiling as she loved this song – the liquor she had drank had made her warm, happy, at ease, and her inhibitions were definitely a bit looser. As the words “Hike up your skirt a little more and show your world to me” played, she smiled, slowly pulling her skirt up showing her shapely tanned legs stopping slightly above her knees. After the third time the chorus line played, she laughed, and then actually blushed. “I am so sorry, James!” she expressed, as if she was mortified, though there was a twinkle in her eyes. “It just seemed so appropriate when I was singing it,” she giggled.

“Sure you are baby!” he laughed, feeling warm all through his body. He winked at her, “I have fun with you, girl,” he said, his voice tinged with sadness, knowing this might be a one-time deal.

He gave her a look, trying hard not to laugh himself.

Lyla continued, “Seriously though, I apologize for the kiss thing. And THAT! I am just having a really good time, and I feel very comfortable with you. We have talked about our friendship and I would never want to do anything to lead you on or hurt you in any way.” I must admit – you make it easy to be a bit flirtatious at times.”

“You can trust me, Lyla, don’t ever doubt that,” James said in a serious tone, continuing, “You are not someone that I could have a dalliance with. It took me awhile to get there, but I was really happy for you & Jesse. I know you love him. But this summer, I have found myself occasionally thinking about it from a different point of view. Truth be told, I have thought long and hard more than a few times about you and what might be. Over the years, I have worked hard not to do that, but Jesse’s choices are making me rethink my attitude towards you, us, our relationship.”

As the waitress passed by, Lyla ordered another round. She had a great buzz on, but this conversation was really deep, and though she didn’t want to shy away from it, her mouth was dry. She ordered another glass of water, as well.

James smiled at her. “Am I, is this conversation making you uncomfortable, Lyla?” he asked her his voice full of empathy and compassion.

“No, just taking it all in. And was getting thirsty again,” she pointed at her empty glass.

James continued, “And Yes. I probably would have kissed you and yes that probably would have been a really bad thing to happen to two really good friends. I maybe a horn dog at times but with you it may have fucked a whole lot of stuff up. And I wouldn’t have regretted it, except I would never want you to feel like a fool when it comes to me or our relationship. As a manly man, I live for a challenge and even thrive on rejection, but I aint nobody’s fool, and I refuse to make someone else one too.”

James continued where he left off earlier, “But nothing depends on my choices, or Jesse’s choices – it all depends on Lyla’s choices. Doubt you’re in any position to be making any other major choices tonight. You already sullied your virgin body with that bad-ass tattoo,” he laughed to lighten the mood. The conversation had gotten pretty deep, deeper than he had really anticipated when he came on this trip. He didn’t want to be another issue or problem in her life.

Raining


The skies light up, not bolts,

But a reflection of the thunder.

The air is cool, the breeze picks up,

The sky bellows, the light fades.

You can feel it coming, you can smell the rain.

One thing you can do, you can wish it’d rain.

But don’t let ’em fool you – rain won’t wash away the pain.

But the tears that flow, might make you feel sane.

©2015

“One more chance to . . .”


It’s been a while, I know, I apologize. . . no excuse . . . it is what it is. Lots going on in my mind! But until I can get something down on paper (digital, whatever) here’s something to ponder. Happy Birthday to one of my favorite songwriter/performers . . . wonderful wishes to you, Shawn Pander . . . hope you all enjoy 🙂 ❤

Engulfed – Five Sentence Fiction


As Sophia stood there and watched the cars crash into each other, the metal and fiberglass breaking and bending, becoming one tangled mess, she prayed for the occupants. Then another car stopped and a woman rushed out towards the wreckage, apparently knowing someone in one of the cars. As the woman realized that no one could’ve survived, you could see the shock as it overtook her face, then her body. She screamed a gut-wrenching noise, engulfed in pain, “NO, NO, NO, please God, NO!”  Falling to the ground, crying and sobbing, “My boys, my boys, my boys,” she passed out.

Written in response to Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction prompt Engulf

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