Solitary in Sanity

Making sense of it all…lyrically (or at least it will make sense to you one day soon)

Must I always be waiting waiting on you?

Must I always be playing playing your fool?

I sing ya songs I dance a dance
I gave ya friends all a chance
Putting up with them wasn’t worth never having you
And maybe you been through this before
But its my first time
So please ignore
The next few lines cause they’re directed at you

this is where i make up my own line: I’m waiting on you, but don’t you dare show up.

Jack Johnson’s Sitting, Waiting, Wishing

Monday, Monday usually features lyrics that help me make sense of it all…but i’m not feeling any today. I made up my own song. It goes a little something like this.

How many freaking times can a man check his fantasy baseball a day?
How often will he bang on his desk and get upset that he’s losing?
Have you any idea how long baseball season is?
Break the computers.
Turn off the phones.
For god’s sake, leave your fantasy baseball alone.

Fuck your Fantasy, written by me – today.

making sense of it all…lyrically

(or this edition – just making you giggle)

OK, Miss Thing never givin’ up skins
If you don’t like him or his friends what about that Benz?
Your Pep-Pep’s got an ill rep
With all that macaroni trap for rap you better step
Or better yet get your head checked
Cause I refuse to be played like a penny cent trick deck of cards
No, I ain’t hard like the bitches on a boulevard
My face ain’t scarred, and I don’t dance in bars
Salt n Pepa None of Yo’ Business.

A ‘thank you’ is in order, because if you remember this song, you’re laughing right now. Macaroni trap? Awesome.

…making sense of it all – lyrically

Quietly while you were asleep

The moon and I were talking

I asked that she’d always keep you protected

JJ and I have been having lots of special, sappy talks these past few days. April 1st marks two years from the day he changed our lives simply by showing up. These lyrics come from Sade’s The Sweetest Gift, a song I have always imagined I would play and sing for my little ones. Someday.

…making sense of it all – lyrically

‘Sun comes up and we start again

Sun comes up and we start again

Sun comes up and we start again
Sun comes up and we start again
Sun comes up and we start again
Sun comes up and we start again

And it’s all new today
All we have to say
Is be here now’

Needs no explanation. Mason Jennings- Be Here Now

making it sense of it all – lyrically

You took my hand, you showed me how
You promised me you’d be around…

I took your words and I believed
In everything you said to me

If someone said three years from now
You’d be long gone
I’d stand up and punch them out
Cause they’re all wrong…

If you’re not an alcoholic, what you are about to read should seem pathetic. If you are, you’ll understand why Pink’s Who Knew – a song about losing someone – means so much to me. 70-some-odd  days ago, I lost a very good friend. A “friend” that I thought would always be around. If you’d told me 6 months ago that this and friend and I would have to part for good, while I wouldn’t have punched you, I sure would have laughed. Without this friend, life is far more difficult. Sure, I’m moving on. But when bad days hit, they hit hard, because I don’t have my goddamn friend anymore.

I’m not a Pink fan, but a friend sings this song with her band and she rocks it. Listening to it a few months back, I made the connection. This is incredibly embarrassing. The end.

…making sense of it all – lyrically.

Lucky I’m sane after all I’ve been through

Everybody says I’m cool

I can’t complain but sometimes I still do

Life’s been good to me so far

joe walsh life’s been good to me so far; found by scrolling through sirius channels.