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Tuesday, June 21, 2005
 

Romance.

I'm in one of those moods.

My toes feel tingly, my eyes feel sparkly, my heart beats a bit faster, my brain moves a little more slowly...

Yes, alas -- one of those sentimental, romance-y, silly moods that afflict me every so often.

One of those moods where I could plan weddings and honeymoons in the blink of an eye, even though I eschew all that fuss now -- or try to.

One of those moods where I could fall at the drop of a hat...or, the fall of a hat, as it were.

One of those moods where colours seem brighter, songs seem more melodic, and the sun seems to shine, even in the midst of a gray sky.

It's all foolishness, really. In the sense that it gets me nowhere, and is a major distraction from whatever else I should be thinking about.

But I'm right there, right now. I've always been a bit more starry-eyed than I should be, a bit more fanciful. I always thought it was an asset, until I turned 30 and realized I was living in a dream. Now I try for realism.

Still...every now and then, the old Meg slips in, and I grin like an idiot, and sing to all the ballads, and dance around my kitchen, clutch my hand to my chest, and say,

"Oh! Imagine!"

Yes -- total and complete nerd.

The primary side-effect of such moments is that I become incapable of expressing myself -- that is, incapable, except in terms so gushy and gross and sugary that even Willy Wonka might not put me through his factory.

So I shall refrain, and instead do a bit of quoting.

Usually, I demand that my blog be all Meg, all the time...stuff I write, for better or for worse. But tonight, I shall offer you quotes and verses from my favourite love songs.

Sing them to the ones you adore, find them to put on mix CD's, memorize the lyrics...I swear, you'll be better off for it.

As insane as I am, I'm still thankful for all my romantic gooberishness. Someone will appreciate it someday, I'm sure.

Without further ado:

Helping the kids out of their coats
But wait the babies haven't been born
Unpacking the bags and setting up
And planting lilacs and buttercups

But in the meantime I've got it hard
Second floor living without a yard
It may be years until the day
My dreams will match up with my pay

Old dirt road Knee deep snow
Watching the fire as we grow old

I got a man to stick it out
And make a home from a rented house
And we'll collect the moments one by one
I guess that's how the future's done

How many acres how much light
Tucked in the woods and out of sight
Talk to the neighbours and tip my cap
On a little road barely on the map

Old dirt road Knee deep snow
Watching the fire as we grow old
Old dirt road Rambling rose
Watching the fire as we grow...well, I'm sold

(Fiest, Mushaboom)

There’s a somebody I’m longin’ to see
I hope that he, turns out to be
Someone who’ll watch over me

I’m a little lamb who’s lost in the wood
I know I could, always be good
To one who’ll watch over me

Although he may not be the man some
Girls think of as handsome
To my heart he carries the key

Won’t you tell him please to put on some speed
Follow my lead, oh, how I need
Someone to watch over me

(Gershwin, Someone To Watch Over Me)

Beside a garden wall
Where stars are bright
You are in my arms
That nightingale tells its fairy tale
of paradise where roses grew
Though I dream in vain
In my heart it will remain
my stardust melody
The memory of love's refrain.

(Carmichael, Stardust)

But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more

(Lennon-McCartney, My Life)

I got an airplane ticket
And my shirt is stickin' out of my jeans
You got me painted in the corner
Where I'm livin' way beyond my means
Outside my window
A bird once flew
Now I don't even care
What kind of gum I chew
And oh baby
I just wanna be with you

(Prine, Just Wanna Be With You)

Sometimes I'm in the mood, I wanna lay right down and die
Sometimes I'm in the mood, I wanna climb up to the sky
Sometimes I'm in the mood, I'm gonna laugh until I cry
But then again, I said again, I said again, I said
Oh babe, I'm in the mood for you.

(Dylan, Baby, I'm in the Mood For You)

I'm, I'm so in love with you
Whatever you want to do
Is alright with me
'Cause you make me feel, so brand new
And I want to spend my life with you

(Green, Let's Stay Together)

Ok, ok. I'll lay off for now. But make sure you grab someone in the next couple days...your spouse, your girl/boy, your kids, your dog, your goldfish, your copy of Harper's...and take it for a spin around your floor. Tell someone you love them, and mean it.

That's all.


10:56:22 PM    build me up, buttercup... []


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