Lyrical Thinking

I do not sing out loud, it’s a fact. My ex-husband told me once that I sounded like a baby bunny being killed. Something about that made me harden. I do not allow the words to come to my mouth as a song anymore. I listen to music. I enjoy music. I even cry to music.

I’ve noticed in the past couple of days that I’ve started singing. I was doing laundry and singing “Our House” by Madness. I love that song. I think it’s because when everyone else was rocking out, I was dreaming of punk and ska and having super cool hair. Which by the way, never came to fruition. Good or bad, who knows.

My father is like a walking Jukeboxe.  He brought back a memory while he was singing Charlie Pride’s song “Just Between You and Me”.  He broke out into a song I had never heard before. He was telling me it was sung by someone good looking, but he just couldn’t put his finger on who. He said it had meaning to him and something about it just makes him feel.  I Googled it and played it.

Turns out it’s the Bee Gees.  “I started a Joke”.

“I started a joke, which started the whole world crying. I started to cry, which set the whole world laughing.”

I sat next to him as that song played and he sang along. I cried. I cried and cried and cried and cried. I let it out. He reached over to me and said, “Isn’t it amazing that I have a wonderful daughter and a wonderful son and you have me.”

Yes dad, yes.

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