I’ve come to the conclusion that music is absolutely, positively essential to this Spoonie’s morning routine. I skip the tunes and I’m dragging around like a half-dead-out-of-the-water Scyphozoa. Yep, gotta have the tunes. Here’s what I’m listening to on September mornings.
Something Wild ~ Lindsey Stirling Passionate Kisses ~ Mary Chapin Carpenter Happy ~ Pharrell Williams Uneasy Rider ~ Charlie Daniels Band Knock Three Times ~ Tony Orlando & Dawn Human ~ The Killers Wild Thing ~ The Troggs The Little Old Lady from Pasadena ~ Jan and Dean Time After Time ~ Cyndi Lauper See You in September ~ The Happenings September ~ Earth, Wind and Fire September ~ The Shins Changes in Latitudes ~ Jimmy Buffet Both Sides Now – Joni Mitchell Wake Me Up When September Comes ~ Green Day Moonlight Feels Right ~ Starbuck
So, let’s fire up a player and get goin’. If you’d like, you can listen on Spotify here.
Welcome to another Fandango’s Flashback Friday. Ahhhhh, flashback thy name is “70’s” Here a bit of nostalgia from the greatest decade … like EVER dude. Originally posted September 9, 2018 for Song Lyric Sunday prompt of “Picture/photograph.”
IF — Bread
The quintessential love song, so much meaning, exquisite melody and rich vocals. David Gates was once quoted as saying it was the best song he had ever written. To me “If” and Bread in an esoteric kind of way was the very soul of the 70’s. Underneath it all, it was an era of love and beauty.
If a picture paints a thousand words Then why can’t I paint you? The words will never show The you I’ve come to know
If a face could launch a thousand ships Then where am I to go? There’s no one home but you You’re all that’s left me too And when my love for life is running dry You come and pour yourself on me
If a man could be two places at one time I’d be with you Tomorrow and today Beside you all the way
If the world should stop revolving Spinning slowly down to die I’d spend the end with you And when the world was through Then one by one the stars would all go out Then you and I would simply fly away
Songwriter: David Gates
lyrics courtesy of my memory, any discrepancies or variations from fact should be viewed as all natural by-products of having actually lived through the 70’s. 😉
Summer passed in a verdant haze of growing things herbs grew in my garden with wild abandon birds nested and fledged mornings were greeted with dulcet tones of birdsong and harmonies of the lake
Summer wound her capricious way through the year and my heart dancing with wild abandon until the air itself was exhausted then settled into lethargic rest as we settled in a hammock Summer and I waiting for Autumn’s gentle kiss
And so Summer slips into slumber and I wake to cooler mornings and dream of soups and stews of beeswax candles and herbal teas I wait with the tingle of anticipation for the supernova of color as Autumn paints the world in the brilliant shades of her choosing
The breeze this morning bears a certain something. A phantom caress as I lift my face into it and breathe in the faintest lick of coolness. A sigh comes unbidden at the first hint of Autumn. As nature prepares to run her flame-colored tongue over all this green and fresh, I pause in anticipation; sensing the tingle of excitement the precedes the nuclear explosion of color that is Fall.
I seem to lose a bit of myself in summer, routines go to pot, fatigue runs amok, outing plans are lackadaisical at best and all sense of purpose seems lost in an endless litany of “what’s for dinner?”
The “ber” months may well be the most scrumptious of all, but to get there, I must slog my way through the sticky final vestiges of Summer. Those final dog days that can leave even the most resilient Spoonie exhausted and frumpy. Hair has wilted refusing to do anything other than frizz, shorts and light tee shirts have long since lost their appeal, cosmetics are comprised of nothing more than sunscreen and even a bentonite clay mask cannot restore any semblance of vigor to my lackluster complexion.
And so it is time to rest, to dream, to plan. To re-establish the structure that supports our lives. Time to plan fall outings, and winter holidays; to dig through my recipes for soups and savory muffins. Time to dream of pumpkin spice and contemplate the world over a steaming latte. Time to breathe in and pause in anticipation … Winter is Coming.
“Too many times we stand aside And let the waters slip away ‘Til what we put off ’til tomorrow Has now become today So don’t you sit upon the shoreline And say you’re satisfied Choose to chance the rapids And dare to dance the tide…yes”