The Thought I Woke Up With #35


This was a nice thought to wake up with. Songs have been a part of my life ever since I can remember. I wrote a couple, lyrics mainly, played a whole lot of them back in the day and went as far as trying to sing one or two. Fortunately there are no tapes of my singing , all evidence has been thoroughly erased and eradicated. My singing voice makes roses wilt and dogs howl.

Songs are like people in many ways. There are good ones, bad ones, sad ones, happy and glad ones as well as a lot of average ones.

Also like people, songs can leave you with permanent and indelible memories. One of my all time favourite birthday memories for instance is a friend getting a Gospel Singer to sing Amazing Grace, just for me.

A song doesn’t have to make sense to be a hit or to make a tremendous impact. Think Little Richard his:

Wop-bop-a-loom-a-boom-bam-boom tutti frutti
Au rutti tutti frutti au rutti tutti frutti
Au rutti tutti frutti au rutti tutti frutti
Au rutti wop-bop-a-loom-bop-a-boom-bam-boom


Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro – magnifico

Even the great John Lennon put the odd ‘say what’ one together:

Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday.
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.
I am the egg man, they are the egg men.
I am the walrus, coo coo cachou

My favourite is, Dropkick me Jesus through the goalposts of life. Talk about a different tune. Apparently it was Bill Clinton’s favourite country song. Make of that what you will.

I’ll leave you with the lyric from the song Hook, by Blues Traveller. It explains everything I’m trying to say. Including this post.

It doesn’t matter what I say
So long as I sing with inflection
That makes you feel I’ll convey
Some inner truth or vast reflection
But I’ve said nothing so far
And I can keep it up for as long as it takes
And it don’t matter who you are
If I’m doing my job then it’s your resolve that breaks

Until tomorrow,


The Thought I Woke Up With #35

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