Little Moments/ Our Song

Well I'll never forget the first time that I heard
That pretty mouth say that dirty word
And I can't even remember now what she backed my truck into
But she covered her mouth and her face got red
And she just looked so darn cute
That I couldn't even act like I was mad
Yeah I live for little moments like that

Well that's just like last year on my birthday
She lost all track of time and burnt the cake
And every smoke detector in the house was goin' off
And she was just about to cry until I took her in my arms
And I tried not to let her see me laugh
Yeah I live for little moments like that

I know she's not perfect but she tries so hard for me
And I thank god that she isn't 'cause how boring would that be
It's the little imperfections it's the sudden change in plans
When she misreads the directions and we're lost but holdin' hands
Yeah I live for little moments like that

When she's layin' on my shoulder on the sofa in the dark
And about the time she falls asleep so does my right arm
And I want so bad to move it 'cause it's tinglin' and it's numb
But she looks so much like and angel that I don't wanna wake her up
Yeah I live for little moments
When she steals my heart again and doesn't even know it
Yeah I live for little moments like that



I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The other on my heart

I look around, turn the radio down
He says, Baby is something wrong??
I say, Nothing I was just thinking
How we don't have a song? and he says

Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know

Our song is the way you laugh
The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have
And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
Asking God if He could play it again

I was walking up the front porch steps
After everything that day
Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
And lost and thrown away

Got to the hallway, well, on my way
To my lovin' bed
I almost didn't notice all the roses
And the note that said

Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know

Our song is the way you laugh
The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have
And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
Asking God if He could play it again

I've heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song

'Cause our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on his window
When we're on the phone and he talks real slow
'Cause it's late and his mama don't know

Our song is the way he laughs
The first date man, I didn't kiss him and I should have
And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
Asking God if He could play it again
Play it again, oh, yeah, oh, oh, yeah

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And I wrote down our song


OK so today is a 2 parter and yes Brad is making another appearance but I think I told you before that this would happen..so here we go.. Why 2 songs and why these 2 together? Well I'll tell ya.

I have recently been informed (albeit jokingly of course) that my bar is set to high on what I look for in a guy.. So we look to country songs for inspiration.. Nope sorry I don't drive a pick up or live in a trailer and I'm pretty sure my own life would qualify as a country song in some states.

BP- Little Moments:
He loves her so much and her little quirks. The smallest most insignificant things she does mean the world to him. He notices things that most people don't. He loves for for all the good and bad and in between. She burned his cake and he laughed but hid it from her. He was not mad at her, was not disappointed, he thought it was cute. Little thing's, little moments are precious is they are shared and are noticed. I want someone who notices the little things. Who loves me- quirks and all..
I know she's not perfect but she tries so hard for me
And I thank god that she isn't 'cause how boring would that be
It's the little imperfections it's the sudden change in plans
When she misreads the directions and we're lost but holdin' hands
Yeah I live for little moments like that
Perfect is boring and there are good things that can come from mistakes and memories made from things you never would have expected. That's what you'll remember!!!! Don't look at those as ruined plans, look at them as new adventures. People aren't perfect. Don't expect them to be.

TS- Our Song
Yes we all know how cheesy it is but pretty much every couple I know has one. The song that was playing when the met, a song that reminds them of each other, their wedding song etc. I had some doozies in HS but hey it was the 80s/early 90s so that's what we had to work with.. but this song.. about figuring out what your song should be.. is not a song at all. We all know I love music and use it to express so many things. But I love this song, I love the idea. Our song isn't a song sung by someone else. It's your voice on the phone, the sound of the door shutting, the memories of time spent together. It's unique, not shared by millions of other people and it changes every day. But when you have those little thing/those little moments that you can turn into Your song (see how I did that sweet little tie in there LOL).. Thats what love is. That's what it's about. That's what I want.
I don't need the epic love story, the white knight on his high and mighty steed, the Prince Charming who can only save me with true loves kiss.. But if I can look back on it and say dang that was epic.. The way I saw it, they way I felt it.. the way WE made it that way.. then it will be right! Oh and I'm sorry that my bar is too high but I won't ever lower it. I made that mistake before I know where the bar should be.. (and not meeting people in a bar helps too)..LOL.
I'm not sure if I believe in true love, love at first sight, soul mates and the one that got away but I'd like to believe that I do and someday I'm sure I'll know that they all do exist. Until then.. *Sigh.

Stereo Hearts

My hearts a stereo,
It beats for you so listen close,
Hear my thoughts in every note,
Oh oh,
Make me your radio,
Turn me up when you feel low,
This melody was meant for you,
So sing-a-long to my stereo
Oh oh oh oh, Oh oh oh
To my stereo
Oh oh oh oh,
So sing a long to my stereo

If I was just another dusty record on the shelf,
Would you blow me off and play me like everybody else,
If I asked you to scratch my back could you handle that,
Like yikky yea Travie I can handle that,
Further more I apologize for any skipping tracks,
It's just the last girl that played me left a couple tracks,
I used to used to used to now I'm over that,
Cause holding grudges over love is ancient artifacts,
If I could only find the note to make you understand,
Now sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand,
Keep it stuck inside your head like your favorite tune,
And know my hearts a stereo that only plays for you

My hearts a stereo,
It beats for you so listen close,
Hear my thoughts in every note,
Oh oh,
Make me your radio,
Turn me up when you feel low,
This melody was meant for you,
So sing-a-long to my stereo
Oh oh oh oh, Oh oh oh
To my stereo
Oh oh oh oh,
So sing a long to my stereo

If I was an old school 50 pound boom box,
Would you hold me on your shoulder wherever you walk,
Would you turn my volume up in front of the cops,
And turn it higher when they told you to stop,
And all I ask is that you don't get mad at me,
When you have to purchase mad D Batteries,
Appreciate every mix tape your friends made,
You never know we come and go like on the interstate,
I think I finally found the note to make you understand,
If you can hear then sing a long and take you by the hand,
Just keep it stuck inside your head like your favorite tune,
And know my hearts a stereo that only plays for you

My hearts a stereo,
It beats for you so listen close,
Hear my thoughts in every note,
Oh oh,
Make me your radio,
Turn me up when you feel low,
This melody was meant for you,
So sing-a-long to my stereo
Oh oh oh oh, Oh oh oh
To my stereo
Oh oh oh oh,
So sing a long to my stereo

I only you pray you never leave me behind,
Because good music can be so hard to find,
Ill take your head and hold it closer to mine,
Thought love was dead but now you're changing my mind,
YEAAAAAAA

My hearts a stereo,
It beats for you so listen close,
Hear my thoughts in every note,
Oh oh,
Make me your radio,
Turn me up when you feel low,
This melody was meant for you,
So sing-a-long to my stereo
Oh oh oh oh, Oh oh oh
To my stereo
Oh oh oh oh,
So sing a long to my stereo

OK so.. this song.. Why? Well duh.. it explains pretty much how every musician or music lover feels about music. Music is life. Music is love. Music can define you. Music can express so much! I am not a huge fan of the song itself but it's growing on me and I LOVE the lyrics and the message it conveys!

it's not a sappy love song but it works.. and of course it's my life long dream to have someone write a song for or about me.. and since that hasn't happened yet.. well I'd like to imagine it would be something similar to this one.. using music literally to express feelings of love and devotion. Using music as a metaphor. Plus it's my blog and I can feel that way if I want to. So there :P

My hearts a stereo,
It beats for you so listen close,
Hear my thoughts in every note,
Make me your radio,
Turn me up when you feel low,
This melody was meant for you,
Music is in the soul, turn to me when you need me. Music is one of my biggest stress relievers. It speaks to you. It holds special meanings.

If I was an old school 50 pound boom box,
Would you hold me on your shoulder wherever you walk,
Would you turn my volume up in front of the cops,
And turn it higher when they told you to stop,
And all I ask is that you don't get mad at me,
When you have to purchase mad D Batteries,
Appreciate every mix tape your friends made,
You never know we come and go like on the interstate,

How far would you go for love, would you shout it from the roof tops? Would you let everyone know it? Appreciate and learn from the past. Life is short. People come in and out of your life all the time. Don't write them off, lock the memories in a drawer, in your mind or in your heart. They are special. Not all love is perfect either. You love someone for so many reasons. Even if they are an old school 50 pound boom box and not a shiny brand new Ipod Touch. Hold that boom box up high, be proud. Love it with all you have. Turn it up as loud as it goes, smile. Be happy! Be loved.

Further more I apologize for any skipping tracks,
It's just the last girl that played me left a couple tracks,
I used to used to used to now I'm over that,
Cause holding grudges over love is ancient artifacts,
If I could only find the note to make you understand,
Now sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand,
Keep it stuck inside your head like your favorite tune,
And know my hearts a stereo that only plays for you

Everyone has a past. Someone who was their first love, someone who damaged them a little someone who may have broke them at one time only to make them recover and come out stronger later. It's in the past. Leave it there. Don't let it hold you back from finding love again. Don't let someone else's past mistakes ruin something that could be wonderful for you with someone else.

I'm sure this song may have other meanings and it may even be just a song.. But I really like the lyrics and the message. Since it's my secret (or not so secret) desire to write a book someday, seeing writing like this even in a song is inspiring. Not sure the genre of music is the best format for it to be in but it works I suppose and not every love song can sound like a Celine Dion song, right?? LOL. Plus anytime I try to start and write it comes out like song lyrics or a Nicholas Sparks book that have already been written... Maybe someday I'll learn that life isn't a Nick Sparks novel or Katherine Heigel movie but for now I still hold out hope that someday it just might be for me! Is that so wrong? Guess I need to work on that whole leading man or lead singer part first tho huh?


"Words make you think a thought. Music makes you feel a feeling. A song makes you feel a thought.”

Kristi

He Went to Paris

He went to Paris looking for answers
To questions that bothered him so
He was impressive, young and aggressive
Saving the world on his own.
But the warm Summer breezes
The French wines and cheeses
Put his ambition at bay
And Summers and Winters
Scattered like splinters
And four or five years slipped away.

Then he went to England, played the piano
And married an actress named Kim
They had a good life, she was a good wife
Bore him a young son named Jim.
And all of the answers and all of the questions
He locked in his attic one day
'Cause he liked the quiet clean country living
And twenty more years slipped away.

Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady
And left him with only on eye
His body was battered, his world was shattered
And all he could do was just cry.
While the tears were falling, he was recalling
The answers he never found
So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean
And left England without a sound.

Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilin's
And drinks his green label each day
He's writing his memoirs and losing his hearing
But he don't care what most people say.
Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion
If he likes you he'll smile then he'll say
Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic
But I had a good life all the way.

And he went to Paris looking for answers
To questions that bother him so.


Of course, we all knew the wise man JB would end up in here eventually, and he probably will again! :)

Questions that bother us so? Hmmm. Questions about life? Love? Happiness? Those ever so famous unanswered questions. The What Ifs, Whys and How Comes. We all have them. Some of us ignore them and go about our day while others actually go out in search of them. If we can 't find the answers we are looking for, do we stop and see whats here? Do we move on and keep trying? How far do you have to go to find them? Do you have a special place close by you can go and reflect? How far have you gone in search of your answers? If you didn't find them, did you give up? Ask new questions? Do you send your question's out to the universe? Leave the answers up to the fates? Alter thing's a bit to get a different outcome? What happens if you don't like the answer's you find? What then? Does that stop you from searching?
As you grow, I'm sure the question's change. Where will I be in 5 years? Why am I not married? What if I chose this path instead? If you are content and happy do you lock the questions away for another day or is that your answer? Is anyone ever really content and happy? Seriously? We may appear to be but there is always something more, something or someone missing. I'm happy here, but I know I could be happier somewhere else!

He searched for the answers in several places, stayed put, moved on and lived his life in the process. He had to look back to see this though. Bad things happened, good things happened. He lived his life, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic, But he had a good life all the way.

Can you look back on your life and say the same? What would you change if you could? Where would you go searching for your answers? What are the question's that bother you so?

I often wonder where I would go to find my answers. What am I looking for? What are my questions? I've often said that I would love to live in a cottage on the shore line of NC somewhere and that when I retire it will be in a boat. Travel the world, decide that morning, if I move on or stay put. Will I have other questions by then or will the answers to the one's I have now, change all that anyways?

As we all know Dorothy thought she had to go over the rainbow to find what she was looking for.. A place where there isn't any trouble. Do you suppose there is such a place, Toto? There must be. It's not a place you can get to by a boat or a train. It's far, far away. Behind the moon, beyond the rain...
But we all learned in the end, There's no place like home. Because she learned that.. I - I think that it - it wasn't enough to just want to see Uncle Henry and Auntie Em - and it's that - if I ever go looking for my heart's desire again, I won't look any further than my own back yard. Because if it isn't there, I never really lost it to begin with! Is that right?

So yep, now we've gone from Paris to Oz..



"Words make you think a thought. Music makes you feel a feeling. A song makes you feel a thought.”

Kristi

This is Real, This is Me

I've always been the kind of girl
That hid my face
So afraid to tell the world
What I've got to say
But I have this dream
Right inside of me
I'm gonna let it show, it's time
To let you know
To let you know

This is real, this is me
I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, now
Gonna let the light, shine on me
Now I've found, who I am
There's no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I want to be
This is me

Do you know what it's like
To feel so in the dark
To dream about a life
Where you're the shining star
Even though it seems
Like it's too far away
I have to believe in myself
It's the only way

This is real, This is me
I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, now
Gonna let the light, shine on me
Now I've found, who I am
There's no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I want to be
This is me

You're the voice I hear inside my head
The reason that I'm singing
I need to find you, I gotta find you
You're the missing piece I need
The song inside of me
I need to find you, I gotta find you

This is real, this is me
I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, now
Gonna let the light, shine on me
Now I've found, who I am
There's no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I want to be
This is me
You're the missing piece I need
The song inside of me (this is me)
You're the voice I hear inside my head
The reason that I'm singing
Now I've found, who I am
There's no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I want to be
This is me

and since I'm on a Disney/Camp Rock kick today, lets go for a 2fer..

I love this song.. It's a great duet.. Ok so what it's from a Jonas Brother and Demi Lovato. Oh well.. The lyrics are great and I love the message. Plus I will openly admit to having a cougar crush on Joe Jonas ( well ok Nick Jonas too, but not Kevin)..
This is real, this is me, I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be! Well I may not be exactly where I am supposed to be but I'm working on it.. It's time to step up, make some changes and let the world know that I am here and I'm not backing down.. It's my choice, it's my dream and no one can take that from me.

This is my favorite verse from the song..
You're the voice I hear inside my head
The reason that I'm singing
I need to find you, I gotta find you
You're the missing piece I need
The song inside of me
I need to find you, I gotta find you

I want to be that.. I want to be the lyrics in someones head. I want to be the reason they are singing.. It's Disney.. it's cheesy.. Get over it! Duh, every girl wants that! To be someone's missing piece? Yes Please! Come find me!

Be yourself, be real be someone's reason for getting up in the morning. But if not be your own reason too!! Have a dream, chase after it. Share it with the world! Let that light shine. Keep it bright, don't let it burn out! Never be afraid to be who you are and never try to be someone you are not. Not for you or anyone else.

Words make you think a thought. Music makes you feel a feeling. A song makes you feel a thought.”

Kristi

This is our Song

So let's sing na, na na na na, hey ya
Come on and sing na, na na na na, hey ya

This is our song that's all that matter cause
We all belong right here together
There's nothing better than singing along
This is our summer
This is our song

And grab your guitar
Sit by the fire
Cause we all need a song
When we retire
We'll sit here together and sing it out loud

This is our song that's all that matter cause
We all belong right here together
There's nothing better than singing along
This is our summer and this is our song
This is our song, this is our song
This is our song

Come on and sing na, na na na na, hey ya
(repeat)

This is our song that's all that matters cause
We all belong right here together
There's nothing better than singing along
This is our summer (Our summer)

This is our song that's all that matters cause
We all belong right here together
There's nothing better than singing along
This is our summer
This is our song (This is our song)
This is our song (This is our song)
This is our song
This is our song!


Ok get over it.. this may be the first and it won't be the last song from a Disney movie that shows up in this blog.. I'd love to say i watch way to much Disney because of my kid but that's kind of a lie.. So there..My Name is Kristi and I love Disney.. Now that we have that out of the way.. The reason for today's song..

Everyone needs a song! A personal song, a song that defines a groups of friends. A song that every time you hear it reminds you of a memory from your past of a special person, place, thing or even better all 3!!! A song to define a time in your life. A song to define you! I love this song. I love the idea behind this song.
Summer 1996.. that was my summer and there were many songs. I can tell a story about that summer and it would be tied to music every step of the way. That is what helps me remember that summer. I don't have any other summers like that and that depresses me greatly. Everyone should have THAT summer.. But Summer 96 was MY summer! The memories I have from that summer, I will carry with me forever. I hope to all that is out there that someday my son will have his Summer. I met some wonderful and amazing people, had experiences that many people don't get to have and learned things about myself that I never would have learned without that summer.
I don't have contact with any of the people from that summer anymore and that makes me sad but the memories we made and shared will stay with me and if I were ever to cross paths with any of them again, I'm sure that they would feel the same. We didn't just have a song that summer, we made a whole soundtrack.

I love to associate songs to memories. I wish that I had memories like a lot of songs out there (don't worry these will show up in the blog eventually).. You know those songs like movies that tell of great love stories that we here in the "real world" never experience.. Music is wonderful. It's therapeutic. It can brighten your day, remind you of a lost love, make you reflect on your life or just get up and dance. Hey that's good for you right?? This song is also one of the reasons I started this blog, it's kind of the idea behind it. Songs define people.. Different days, different moods, different songs.. Plus I love to write and this combines my love of both. Plus I get to share it with you!! :) I get to tell my story through songs and music. I get to share my song with you!

There's not much to the lyrics but basically I hope you find your song. I hope you sing it and I hope that every day in life is music to your ears.

Words make you think a thought. Music makes you feel a feeling. A song makes you feel a thought.”

Kristi

I'll Stand By You

Oh, why you look so sad?
Tears are in your eyes
Come on and come to me now
Don't be ashamed to cry
Let me see you through
'Cause I've seen the dark side too

When the night falls on you
You don't know what to do
Nothin' you confess, could make me love you less

I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you

So, if you're mad, get mad
Don't hold it all inside
Come on and talk to me now

Hey, what you got to hide?
I get angry too
Well I'm a lot like you

When you're standing at the crossroads
And don't know which path to choose
Let me come along
'Cause even if you're wrong

I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you

Take me in, into your darkest hour
And I'll never desert you
I'll stand by you

And when, when the night falls on you, baby
You're feelin' all alone
You won't be on your own

I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
Take me in, into your darkest hour
And I'll never desert you

I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
Yeah

Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you

I'll stand by you
Take me in, into your darkest hour
And I'll never desert you
I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you

I guess since I posted on the other blog today, this is the fitting song for the post on this blog today. I picked the Glee version (video) since that is the one Jake likes and well we seem to have this song as a connection between us. It came on in the car one day and we both listened to the words and said, hmm, that sounds like us. I will stand by him, I will protect him, I will never judge him, I will do everything in my power to keep him safe! I will listen and guide him, I will let him cry and vent and tell me what's wrong. One thing that I love is that he already feels like he doesn't have to lie or hide from me. He can talk to me, ask me or tell me anything. I hope that stays with him as he gets older! I still have a few years before I have to let him go out into the world on his own but when he does, no matter how far away he goes, I know he will take this with him. He will always know where home is and where I am.

Words make you think a thought. Music makes you feel a feeling. A song makes you feel a thought.”

Kristi

Letter to Me

If I could write a letter to me
And send it back in time to myself at 17
First I'd prove it's me by saying look under your bed
There's a Skoal can and a Playboy no one else would know you hid
And then I'd say I know it's tough
When you break up after seven months
And yeah I know you really liked her and it just don't seem fair
All I can say is pain like that is fast and it's rare

And oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at 17 it's hard to see past Friday night
She wasn't right for you
And still you feel like there's a knife sticking out of your back
And you're wondering if you'll survive
You'll make it through this and you'll see
You're still around to write this letter to me

At the stop sign at Tomlinson and Eighth
Always stop completely don't just tap your breaks
And when you get a date with Bridgett make sure the tank is full
On second thought forget it that one turns out kinda cool
Each and every time you have a fight
Just assume you're wrong and dad is right
And you should really thank Mrs. Brinkman
She spent so much extra time
It's like she sees the diamond underneath
And she's polishin' you 'til you shine

And oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at 17 it's hard to see past Friday night
Tonight's the bonfire rally
But you're staying home instead because if you fail Algebra
Mom and dad will kill you dead
Trust me you'll squeak by and get a C
And you're still around to write this letter to me

You've got so much up ahead
You'll make new friends
You should see your kids and wife
And I'd end by saying have no fear
These are nowhere near the best years of your life

I guess I'll see you in the mirror
When you're a grown man
P.S. go hug Aunt Rita every chance you can

And oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at 17 it's hard to see past Friday night
I wish you'd study Spanish
I wish you'd take a typing class
I wish you wouldn't worry, let it be
I'd say have a little faith and you'll see

If I could write a letter to me

As I listen to this song and the lyrics, I have often wondered what I would write in my letter to me and today as I blog about it, I still really don't know..Would I warn myself not to date certain people? Would I tell myself to do something differently? I know one thing would probably be to have spent more time with loved one's that I've lost. As I look back at my life (especially the teen age years) I know I made a lot of mistakes but who doesn't as a teenager? If we don't make mistakes as teenagers, how do we learn to become responsible adults? (as if that's even possible right?) I know as I look back I should have done a few things differently, chose this guy over that guy, paid more attention to people who were really trying hard to be there for me, etc. I can't change it now, I don't need to dwell on it.. Those things I did, decisions I made, are all part of who I am today.
So instead of writing a letter to me, I guess I could look at this as writing a letter to "mini" me.. My Kid!!! Can I warn him ahead of time what it will be like? Can I keep him from having his heart broken? Making the wrong decisions? Help him pick the right girl over the wrong one? Remind him what it's like to do something really stupid and get caught by the cops? Can I do that? Can I keep him from "experiencing" life? Making mistakes? Doing stupid teenage things? Part of me (the MOMMY part) of course wants to to all this but the "inner child" part of me who really had fun as a teenager (for the most part) wants him to have these experiences. I will be there for him when he does. I will tell him things won't be easy. I will stand on the sidelines but step in when necessary. However, there are a few things from my teenage years, that I don't want him to experience but I do want him to be able to look back on it someday like I am today and remember his friends, the things they did and hopefully even still be friends with some of them.

Words make you think a thought. Music makes you feel a feeling. A song makes you feel a thought.”

Kristi