You guessed it, I am in fact Taylor Swift’s secret muse.

There are so many songs out there written just for me. I find this fascinating as I have never met any of these artists, yet here they are writing songs about me. Talk about crazy.

She is winking at me during the MTV awards

She is winking at me during the MTV awards

For example Taylor Swift, and no I did not date her. She is way too tall for me, obviously. But she wrote a song about me called Trouble.

I knew you were trouble when you walked in
So shame on me now
Flew me to places i’d never been
So you put me down oh
I knew you were trouble when you walked in

I am trouble, and I do take my women to places they have never been, how did you know?

Then there is the beach boys. I am fairly certain almost all their songs are about me. Sure, they were all written before I was born, but that is a small insignificant detail.

And the Southern girls with the way they talk
They knock me out when I’m down there
The Midwest farmer’s daughters
They all make you feel alright

You see I lived all over the country, so I got to be all the girls in the song. Totally explains my dreamboat status.

Then there is the ever popular and amazing Ani Difranco. Her music just speaks to my soul. So many of her songs ring true to my life. We are even such kindred spirits that she does not live far from me. I know she values her privacy, so I pretend I don’t live near her.

squint your eyes and look closer
I’m not between you and your ambition
I am a poster girl with no poster
I am thirty-two flavors and then some
And I’m beyond your peripheral vision
So you might want to turn your head
Cause someday you might find you’re starving
and eating all of the words you said
Sure, people may say that the point of music is that is supposed to feel as though they are writing the words of your life you could not write on your own. But, really I think they just say that so everyone else doesn’t feel bad. Because sometimes these songs are just for me. 🙂
P.S. I have made it to over 2000 followers!! Thank you to each and every one of you, especially those that take the time to read and comment every week. I am truly grateful you enjoy my silly musings.

I’m arriving on a sin wagon

Keeping in line with the sin theme. I thought I would give you some good sin lovin music !

So when you are staring at yourself in that crappy bathroom mirror, thinking about how awesome you are, sing a little something like this. I know I will be

He pushed me ’round
now I’m drawin’ the line
He lived his life
now I’m gonna go live mine
I’m sick of wastin’ my time
Well now I’ve been good for way too long
Found my red dress and I’m gonna throw it on
‘Bout to get too far gone

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Need a little BIT more of my TWELVE ounce nutrition
One more helpin’ of what I’ve been havin’
I’m takin’ my turn on the sin wagon

On a mission to make something happen
Feel like Delilah lookin’ for Samson
Do a little mattress dancin’
That’s right I said mattress dancin’

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Need a little bit more
of what I’ve been missin’
I don’t know where I’ll be crashin’
But I’m arrivin’ on a sin wagon

When it’s my turn to march up to glory
I’m gonna have one hell of a story
That’s if he forgives me

Oh lord please forgive me

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Need a little bit more of that sweet salvation
They may take me
with my feet draggin’
I’ll fly away on a sin wagon

I’ll fly away on a sin wagon

~Dixie Chicks

The jumping is easy and the falling fun

My favorite artist is at Jazz Fest today. In honor of her I will bless you with the lyrics of one of her beautiful songs.

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Ani Difranco

image from google images

Swan Dive – By Ani Difranco

cradling the softest, warmest part of you in my hand
feels like a little baby bird fallen from the nest
i think that your body is something i understand
i think that i’m happy, i think that i’m blessed

i’ve got a lack of inhibition
i’ve got a loss of perspective
i’ve had a little bit to drink
and it’s making me think
that i can jump ship and swim
that the ocean will hold me
that there’s got to be more
than this boat i’m in

‘cuz they can call me crazy if i fail
all the chance that i need
is one-in-a-million
and they can call me brilliant
if i succeed
gravity is nothing to me, moving at the speed of sound
i’m just going to get my feet wet
until i drown

and i teeter between tired
and really, really tired
im wiped and im wired but i guess its just as well
because i built my own empire
out of car tires and chicken wire
and i’m queen of my own compost heap
and i’m getting used to the smell

and i’ve got a lack of information
but i got a little revelation
and i’m climbing up on the railing
trying not to look down
i’m going to do my best swan dive
into shark-infested waters
i’m gonna pull out my tampon
and start splashing around

‘cuz i don’t care if they eat me alive
i’ve got better things to do than survive
i’ve got a memory of your warm skin in my hand
and i’ve got a vision of blue sky and dry land

i’m cradling the hardest, heaviest part of me in my hand
the ship is pitching and heaving, my limbs are bobbing and weaving
and i think this is something i understand
i just need a couple vaccinations for my far-away vacation
i’m going to go ahead and go boldly because a little bird told me
that jumping is easy, that falling is fun
up until you hit the sidewalk, shivering and stunned

and they can call me crazy if i fail
all the chance that i need
is one-in-a-million
and they can call me brilliant
if i succeed
gravity is nothing to me
moving at the speed of sound
i’m just gonna get my feet wet
until i drown…

In The Waiting Line

Songs are many things to many people.

I find this one very thought provoking and I thought you  might as well. Who doesn’t like a little weekend thinking.

This is “In The Waiting Line” By Zero 7 ~ lyrics below~

Wait in line
‘Till your time
Ticking clock
Everyone stop

Everyone’s saying different things to me
Different things to me
Everyone’s saying different things to me
Different things to me

Woooohh
Do you believe
In what you see
There doesn’t seem to be anybody else who agrees with me

Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe in
What you see

Nine to five
Living lies
Everyday
Stealing time
Everyone’s taking everything they can
Everything they can
Everyone’s taking everything they can
Everything they can

Woooohh
Do you believe
In what you feel
It doesn’t seem to be anybody else who agrees with me

Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe
In what you see

Ah and I’ll shout and I’ll scream
But I’d rather not have seen
And I’ll hide away for another day

Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe
In what you see

Everyone’s saying different things to me
Different things to me
Different things to me
Different things to me
Different things to me
Everyone’s taking everything they can
Everything they can

Ani Difranco just might be the love of your life

In crazy wild news I was freshly pressed today! Welcome new followers to the wild and crazy world of my blog!

Ani Difranco is my favorite artist. To put it in her music has the kind of beauty that moves. She is able to express the deep emotions that I have yet to learn how to put into words. It is as though she knows how to reach deep within the soul and find meaning in an often meaningless world.

squint your eyes and look closer
I’m not between you and your ambition
I am a poster girl with no poster
I am thirty-two flavors and then some
and I’m beyond your peripheral vision
so you might want to turn your head
cause someday you’re going to get hungry
and eat most of the words you just saidboth my parents taught me about good will
and I have done well by their names
just the kindness I’ve lavished on strangers
is more than I can explain
still there’s many who’ve turned out their porch lights
just so I would think they were not home
and hid in the dark of their windows
til I’d passed and left them alone

and god help you if you are an ugly girl
course too pretty is also your doom
cause everyone harbors a secret hatred
for the prettiest girl in the room
and god help you if you are a phoenix
and you dare to rise up from the ash
a thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy
while you are just flying back

I’m not trying to give my life meaning
by demeaning you
and I would like to state for the record
I did everything that I could do
I’m not saying that I’m a saint
I just don’t want to live that way
no, I will never be a saint
but I will always say

squint your eyes and look closer
I’m not between you and your ambition
I am a poster girl with no poster
I am thirty-two flavors and then some
And I’m beyond your peripheral vision
So you might want to turn your head
Cause someday you might find you’re starving
and eating all of the words you said

The hippies are taking over

I have come to the conclusion that babies are born dirty hippies. Gasp! Yeah, I said it. What, did you think babies came out of the womb with reading glasses, an old suit, and a desire to increase their 401K?

They love to be naked. Not just love, but will take their clothes off at any given moment and run around screaming in delight.

They love to play in the dirt, mud, anything messy will do. I mean you can do with so much with dirt. You can eat it. Rub it all over your clothes. Get it wet and jump in it. Throw it at people. Come to think of it, when was the last time you had a good mud wrestling competition. I know it has been too long.

Arts and Crafts are the high point of their day. Crafts, glue, glitter, paint, and self expression. Oh the self expression.

They love animals. Big animals, small animals, fluffy animals, pretty much all animals. They are just so cuddly. Can’t we save them all.

They make music with non musical instruments. Pots and pans, wooden spoons, sticks, or maybe a box. They simply feel the music within them always. Sure they will use an instrument if one is around, but when the music is in your soul, you just have to let it out.

*images from google image*

 

To glee or not to glee

I watch Glee. There. I said it. I feel so much better. Now that the burden is lifted off my shoulders. I am entranced by the teen drama, Mr. Shuster’s hair, and Sue’s endless battle to destroy the glee club.

I only have a few questions-

1. How do you get a group of people to go into a random music number?

2. Will my hair just instantly get pretty the moment I join or will it take some time?

3. Where does Sue get those sexy tracksuits?

4. Will Mr. Shuster ever get laid?