“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

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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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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.

A New Year of Romantic Musings


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Here’s to the new year!! May it be full of beautiful moments, romantic interludes, and inspiring events!!

Write Naked People!!


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This is a little piece from my NaNoWriMo. One of my blog buds requested I post a little something – you know who you are, so you better give me some feedback!  The rest of you, please let me know what you think . . . ’cause there’s 50,000 words involved by the end 😉  I’ve been writing about Lyla for awhile – she wants to live in my words. There’s several stories involving her on here. Let me know if you’d like me to share anymore, maybe I’ll pick a racier piece. AND YES my title is deceiving in a way – just wanted to remind y’all that it’s okay to write naked – sometimes it’s even more inspiring LOL! Seriously 😉 I, on the other hand, am wearing the t-shirt I have that says Write Naked. 

Stacy picked Lyla up and they went to a nearby Mexican restaurant, where Lyla ordered her usual jumbo Patron margarita.  Stacy insisted she order some lunch since she had not eaten, and because she looked thin – she had lost at least 15 pounds in the last couple months. She started telling Stacy what had just happened, during which she started to cry right there at their table. They had a good talk about keeping busy, and Stacy reminded her that she needed to start doing things that she enjoyed.

After getting some food in her belly, and over half that margarita, she began to feel a little better. Stacy was right, she needed to do some things she enjoyed, like reading. She had several good books she could get lost in, and she planned to start one tonight once she got home. “The Astronauts’ Wives Club” was waiting for her on her nightstand – she had downloaded it to her e-reader a month or so back. Now that she was feeling semi-human again, Stacy paid the bill and dropped her back at the house.

Lyla, buzzed pretty good now, picked out some music, and turned on the pinball machine. She wanted to hit some balls. She had played several games, and had been dancing around the house to 7 Mary 3, feeling really good, when the phone rang. She didn’t recognize the number, but now in a laid back mood, decided to answer anyway.

“Hey baby! How the heck are you,” he asked. She recognized his southern drawl immediately, she always did.

“Hey Travis!” she said light heartedly. “How have you been? Haven’t heard from you in awhile.”

“Yeah, my phone’s been down. You know they make you pay for those things,” he laughed. “So how you been girl?”

She had never mentioned any trouble in her marriage to Travis, and wasn’t sure if she should. But here she was drunk, in a good mood and was tired of keeping secrets. Jesse had been gone for over two months, and other then throwing her a good time once in a while he had made no effort to come home or even act as if he still wanted to married. As a matter of fact, he was still telling the marriage counselor that he did not wish to be married to her anymore, or anyone else for that matter.

Lyla was a beautiful woman and wanted someone to share her life with – she wanted her husband, but if he didn’t want her, than she didn’t know how long she was going to sit at home by herself. She had no idea what he did when he wasn’t there and she didn’t ask. He had made it quite clear that he didn’t answer to her anymore on any level about anything. He said that was why he did not want to live with her ever again – he was never going to worry about accounting for anything with anyone ever again.

Thinking of it like that, Lyla decided to tell Travis exactly what had been going on in her life of late. She needed a friend right now and he was always a good friend to her. “Well, in all honesty, not so good Trav. I lost my job a couple months back and haven’t been able to find another one yet. Then four days after I lost my job, Jesse left me – two days after our wedding anniversary. Right now we’re separated. He says he doesn’t want to be married to me anymore. We are in counseling, and I am holding out hope. But, not real sure what’s gonna happen going forward. Worried I might have to sell the house.”

“What?” he was shocked; he had always thought they had a great marriage, or at least that’s what she had alluded to. “Lyla, I am so sorry to hear that,” he continued, “I’m sure y’all will work it out, you’ve been together too long not to.”

She told him she agreed, but it seemed her husband did not. They talked a while about his back injury earlier in the year, and other things that had been going on in their lives. The conversation was lighthearted once she told him about her circumstances and they did not dwell on that any longer than she wanted to. Her margarita buzz had kicked in full throttle at this point and she was teasing him about something.

“Girl, if you were across the table from me right now,” Travis started, and before he could finish Lyla mockingly laughed, “What, you’d kiss me?”

Catching him considerably off guard, he said, “I’d like to Lyla, but I wouldn’t. Not as long as your married – I would never put you in a compromising position. Though having said that, not sure I’d trust myself, either. I have never told you this, but you’re the woman I measured every other against my entire life. I have never forgotten you.”

“Well, no, I never knew that,” she paused, not knowing what to say to that exactly, “though my sister did say you said something kind of cryptic to her, when she saw you at the reunion, and she wondered if that‘s what you were saying. She and I talked about it. I told her I doubted that as it has been decades and you and I didn’t date that long.”

Travis said, “Well she was right. A few made quite an impression on me, but none like you. Every other woman I had serious relationships with, had the same color of eyes as you.”

Lyla teased, to lighten the moment a little, “You don’t even know what color my eyes are,” she laughed.

Travis replied, “Oh yes I do, if memory serves me correctly, they are green. Green like pine needles that have been in sun for a day or so.”

“Damn, I am impressed that you remember that so succinctly,” she said, surprised, flattered, and touched.

Flippantly, she said, “So you have a thing for green-eyed ladies.” She was trying to be funny.

“No, Lyla, that’s not it.” He continued, “I remember many of our conversations verbatim, and that hasn’t happened to me with too many people, but I remember quite a few of ours, as if they were had yesterday.”

“Would I remember any of these conversations,” she asked.

Travis replied, “You might, if we talked about it, but I am not going to do that. Those are my memories, and under the circumstances I am not willing to share them. If things were different I might.”

Lyla laughed as she said, “Like if I was on my deathbed?”

Travis responded, “No.”

It took her a few days to figure out that he meant only if somehow they were a couple would he feel free to share those memories. Though she was ballsy and direct often, that was not a subject she would ever ask about again – she understood.

[Part 2 – Want to Dance Darlin’]

[Part 3 – Moonlight Drive]

[Part 4 – Imagining What Might Have Been]

[Part 5 – You Want To Make A Memory]

Memory – SoCS


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My memory  . . . my memories . . . what a beautiful convoluted bittersweet poignant delightful intriguing tantalizing wonderful place to get lost for awhile ❤

I just hope that someday that’s not where I live, except as someone else’s – memory that is.

 

In response to the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt “Memory” – http://lindaghill.com/2014/10/31/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-november-114/

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