Saturday, November 12, 2005

Music

Music, lyrics specifically, play a very large role in my life. I can hear a song that says exactly how I'm feeling at that moment, and I never would have been able to put it into such perfect words... I can put on a CD that fits my mood and sing and dance around all alone, get angry and let it out through the songs I'm hearing, or I can sit and cry as I listen to the words and feel the emotion. Most of the music that I own moves me in some way, and it MUST have lyrics, or I'm not interested.

As I'm sitting here this morning, I'm listening to Brad Paisley's "Time Well Wasted" CD, his latest and greatest, and Track 5 comes on, "She's Everything." It brings tears to my eyes, and I wonder why... I've heard this CD at least a hundred times already. Why the emotion NOW?? I thought about it for a few minutes, after getting up from the computer, and I know why!! I long for someone to feel about me the way that the man in this song feels about the woman he's singing about. I believe I had this once, and maybe... if I'm lucky... will have it again someday.

She's Everything
She's a yellow pair of running shoes
A holey pair of jeans
She looks great in cheap sunglasses
She looks great in anything
She's I want a piece of chocolate
Take me to a movie
She's I can't find a thing to wear
Now and then she's moody
She's a Saturn with a sunroof
With her brown hair a-blowing
She's a soft place to land
And a good feeling knowing
She's a warm conversation
That I wouldn't miss for nothing
She's a fighter when she's mad
And she's a lover when she's loving

And she's everything I ever wanted
And everything I need
I talk about her, I go on and on and on
'Cause she's everything to me

She's a Saturday out on the town
And a church girl on Sunday
She's a cross around her neck
And a cuss word 'cause its Monday
She's a bubble bath and candles
Baby come and kiss me
She's a one glass of wine
And she's feeling kinda tipsy
She's the giver I wish I could be
And the stealer of the covers
She's a picture in my wallet
Of my unborn children's mother
She's the hand that I'm holding
When I'm on my knees and praying
She's the answer to my prayer
And she's the song that I'm playing

She's the voice I love to hear
Someday when I'm ninety
She's that wooden rocking chair
I want rocking right beside me
Everyday that passes
I only love her more
Yeah, she's the one
That I'd lay down my own life for
And she's everything I ever wanted
And everything I need
She's everything to me
Yeah she's everything to me
Everything I ever wanted
And everything I need
She's everything to me

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