When all else fails, and you just cant seem to let it out as needed, theres music. And if that fails, the sound of silence. (Or, vice verse.) A tune that, when I listen to it, is impossible for me not to think of those family days gone by, so recent, so far away--especially to think of my little sweetpea. Amelia: this is for you (even though you dont check in on facebook (thankfully)... Shed hum, then sing, when she was feeling extra confident, in the backseat, as her brother and me just listened. That was a year ago or so, before she and her brother started discovering their own music. But--but--its the prettiest song, in her prettiest voice, Ive ever heard her, any little one, sing.No lie. But I am biased, right? Right. Wed get home, from school usually, or from a park, just the three of us, and when Id turn the car off--before I took the keys out of the ignition--shed ask Jim, can we listen to the rest of the song, pleeeease? Sure, Amelia... every time. Right? Melancholy lyrics, to me, but speaks to the heart--our fleeting relationships, more often than not, with people and place. Including the most important people youve ever met, had in your life, could have dreamed of having in your life... But with a joyous, happy, and deep no doubt, little girl, the melancholy isnt as heavy as it could be. Not so heavy. By probably my favorite singer-songwriter out there, even saw him in concert, as Id tell her... Timeless (I keep saying to myself)... can almost go back there in mind, now. How I wish! Anyway... hope any of you who happen to see this enjoy. Its a song, when I listen to it, again and again, that couldnt not give me the tingles, a smile and a cry, all at the same time, if I tried. The Tourist Is who you are now, who you want to be now Or are you someone you dont wanna be? Is what you wanted really what you wanted Or is it nothing like you dreamed? Mamma, theres a hole in the life weve made Thousands of people laughing in the shade Pointing their fingers at the mess weve made Theres a tourist in every heart that just wants to say But winters coming and its time to go Its already over, we just didnt know Theyre stacking up wood where the flowers grow Theres a tourist in every heart that cant wait to go... Honey, theres a boat and it waits for us Somewhere theres a time and a place for us It could be perfect if it wasnt for us Mamma, were in love with a memory A perfect dream of how it used to be When our hair was windy and our nights were free That tourist in every heart sees what it wants to see... ~ Mason Jennings https://youtube/watch?v=7CtnJ_7Xe9w
Posted on: Sat, 16 Aug 2014 06:40:28 +0000
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