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Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

Saturday, May 24, 2014

500 Miles

This song is such a great one!  Going along with my theme of oldies, here's 500 Miles by Bobby Bare.  It's another song from the 1960's and last summer it became one of my favorites because one of my family's favorite artists Royal Wade Kimes re-did it on a new album of his.  The original is definitely a goody though.  I hope you enjoy!  For whatever reason I can't get the video to link, so copy and paste this url if  you'd like to listen to it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pv31UsxdHZw

I'm 500 miles away from home
Teardrops fell on mama's note
When I read the thing she wrote
She said, "We miss you son
We love you, come on home"
Well I didn't have to pack
I had it all right on my back
Now I'm 500 miles away from home
Away from home, away from home
Cold and tired and all alone
Yes I'm 500 miles away from home
I know this is the same road
I took the day I left home
But it sure looks different now
Well I guess I look different too
'Cause time changes everything
I wonder what they'll say
When they see their boy looking this way
Oh I wonder what they'll say when I get home
Can't remember when I ate
It's just thumb and walk and wait
And I'm still 500 miles away from home
If my luck had been just right
I'd be with them all tonight
But I'm still 500 miles away from home
Away from home, away from home
Cold and tired and all alone
Yes I'm still 500 miles away from home
Oh I'm still 500 miles



XO Loves,

Me


Saturday, May 10, 2014

Skip a Rope

Last weekend on my school for a field trip it must have been oldie's day on the radio because the song Skip a Rope by Henson Cargill came on. I faintly remember hearing this song when I was little(no I wasn't born yet) only I clearly didn't remember the lyrics.  This song came out in 1967 and was Cargill's only No. 1 hit, where it remained for 5 weeks.  I think it's a got a pretty cool message, especially for those times.  So here's the lyrics as best I could find them, and HERE'S the link for the video.

Skip a rope skip a rope
Oh listen to the children while they play
Now ain't it kinda funny what the children say
Skip a rope

Daddy hates mommy mommy hates dad
Last night you should've heard the fight they had
It gave little sister another bad dream
She woke us all up with a terrible scream

Skip a rope skip a rope...

Cheat on your taxes don't be a fool
Now what was that they said about the golden rule
Never mind the rule just play to win
And hate your neighbor for the shade of his skin

Skip a rope skip a rope...

Stub 'em in the back that's the name of the game
And mommy and daddy are who's to blame

Skip a rope skip a rope
Just listen to your children while they play
It's really not very funny what the children say
Skip a rope skip a rope
Skip a rope skip a rope





XO Loves,


Me

Skip a rope, skip a rope
Oh, listen to the children while they play
Ain't it kind of funny what the children say?
Skip a rope

Daddy hates mommy, mommy hates dad
Last night you should have heard the fight they had
It gave little sister another bad dream
She woke us all up with a terrible scream

Skip a rope, skip a rope
Oh, listen to the children while they play
Ain't it kind of funny what the children say?

Skip a rope

Cheat on your taxes don't be a fool
What was that they said about the golden rule?
Never mind the rules, just play to win
And hate your neighbor for the shade of his skin

Skip a rope, skip a rope
Oh, listen to the children while they play
Ain't it kind of funny what the children say?
Skip a rope

Stab 'em in the back that's the name of the game
And mommy and daddy are who's to blame

Skip a rope, skip a rope Listen to the children as they play;
It's really not very funny what the children say. Skip a rope
Read more at http://www.songlyrics.com/henson-cargill/skip-a-rope-lyrics/#1TtFSb0AhF61fUBr.99
Skip a rope, skip a rope
Oh, listen to the children while they play
Ain't it kind of funny what the children say?
Skip a rope

Daddy hates mommy, mommy hates dad
Last night you should have heard the fight they had
It gave little sister another bad dream
She woke us all up with a terrible scream

Skip a rope, skip a rope
Oh, listen to the children while they play
Ain't it kind of funny what the children say?

Skip a rope

Cheat on your taxes don't be a fool
What was that they said about the golden rule?
Never mind the rules, just play to win
And hate your neighbor for the shade of his skin

Skip a rope, skip a rope
Oh, listen to the children while they play
Ain't it kind of funny what the children say?
Skip a rope

Stab 'em in the back that's the name of the game
And mommy and daddy are who's to blame

Skip a rope, skip a rope Listen to the children as they play;
It's really not very funny what the children say. Skip a rope
Read more at http://www.songlyrics.com/henson-cargill/skip-a-rope-lyrics/#1TtFSb0AhF61fUBr.99

Sunday, February 2, 2014

Strange Moment of the Day

Drifters, transients, hippies, free spirits, call them what you will.  We've all seen them.  The aimless wanderers that you just aren't sure whether or not their homeless. 

Today was Super Bowl Sunday.  I don't really like football and I didn't particularly care about either team (although it's totally awesome the Seahawks won their first Super Bowl) so rather than settling in to watch the game I went to the grocery store.  I wandered about, stocking up on my non-perishables and buying the fresh food I need for the beginning of the week.  I rolled my cart out to my pickup and started unloading my groceries when I heard music playing.  It was pretty loud and I just assumed it was a stereo.  It's cold and snowing.  As I finished up and put my cart away I saw 3 people sitting in front of the store, with a dog.  I don't know where they came from, they weren't there when I walked out.  One of the guys and the girl were playing guitars and were really good.  Every once in a awhile you'd hear some lyrics of some sort, but they were just sitting there in the light snow jammin' away without a care in the world.  The other guy soon sat down and began to pat his knees as if he were playing bongos.  It seemed odd, since that sort of thing doesn't often happen in this little town and even odder because the weather was kind of crappy. 

Whether they were homeless and playing for money or just hippies feeling their music it was a nice break from my boring day and I appreciated their commitment.  I wish I could have hung around longer, I do so enjoy listening to people play guitars.  So here's to those 3 people, may you play your little hearts out no matter where your road leads!






XO Loves,

Me

Friday, November 8, 2013

Music, Horses and the Good Lord

There are a lot of aspects to life that I cherish dearly.  Coming from a large, and always boisterous family it's only natural that family would be one of them.  I used to be incredibly hard to excite in any fashion, much like my father, but somewhere along the way I became excitement infatuated.  If that makes any sense.  Now rather than just saying the proper words when given gifts I fully and freely exclaim all my emotion. I'm very excitable and it doesn't take much to amuse me.  Much like a raccoon, I truly do love shiny objects.  I have too many necklaces to count, and an overflowing large tote of beads just waiting to be made into yet even More necklaces.  I'm kind of headed off course here though.  My point however, is that some things about me have changed, but some have not.

I don't know exactly when I started riding horses.  I have vague memories from a child such as not having legs long enough to properly kick my poppa's big Thoroughbred into action, or being set down in freshly tilled garden dirt in white socks because my sister's mare was fixin' to throw us both.  Both my sister and I were given our first horses when we were 10.  That's when our poppa thought we were old enough to properly care for them.  It also might have had something to do with the fact that our first horses were unbroke Mustangs.  Since then my sissy who is 10 years older than I, has only had 4 horses, counting her first and 1 that she sold as a long yearling.  I on the other hand have had 10, and no I'm not a horse trader.  However, it's only due to the strong voice of reason from my parents that I haven't had twice that many.  My little girl horse crazy phase has never ended.

I have become a little more realistic with my horse "dreams" over the years though.  I no longer sketch random pictures of horses and name them after pretty horses in the AQHA and APHA magazines.  They do however, consume a great portion of my life.  I had knee surgery on both knees this summer and am not released to ride until next month, at my insistence.  I did get to ride once in between surgeries and it was heaven.  However, with that being the exception it's been 5 months since I've been on a horse, and it's Killing me!  I have never in all my years ever gone this long without being astride a half-ton, 4 legged beast.  It's almost a cruel punishment, granted before surgery I could barely stand to be in the saddle for an hour.  So there's that, and the knowledge that I'll be completely healed before I know it.

Music.  When I was young I was always sneaking music that my parents didn't think I needed to listen to.  The station was KTMT and I don't know exactly what it was.  Pop, hip/hop, I don't know, but when I was a kid it was N'SYNC and The Backstreet Boys and 98 Degrees.  Boy bands ya know, they were just so dreamy!  My sister was always quizzing me on the country singers though, so I had to keep up with the country station too.  Through highschool my tastes didn't change much, I loved Chris LeDoux, liked Gary Allen, Garth Brooks, Tim McGraw, Brooks & Dunn, Dolly Parton, Reba McEntire etc...  My dad and I love Cusco music, or I supposed technically it's higher octave, but it's basically flutes.  My momma thinks we're pretty strange, but it's incredibly calming and it always makes me think of the fluid movements of a horse. 

Now days I rarely listen to mainstream music.  I do enjoy Classic Country still, but the music they call country today is well I'll be polite because I know that's my opinion.  I can't and will not however, concede that Jason Aldean, Keith Urban or Brantley Gilbert type characters are Cowboy or Country Artists.  They are for the most part redneck, and as such should have their own separate genre.  I want people to sing good old fashioned, honest songs like from the 'Golden Age' 60's-80's.  Those songs told stories, and were from real experiences.  It wasn't ridiculous BS about drinkin on the tailgate of "your truck" (it's a bloody pickup btw, real trucks don't have tailgates), 'mobbin' through mud or shakin it for anyone!  The people who listen to current country are not the same people who listened to it even a decade ago, and there's a reason for that.  It's simply not the same.  Give me some Lefty Frizzell, John Conlee, Marty Robbins or Johnny Horton any day!  My favorite artists right now are not people you hear on mainstream radio.  Artists like Ian Tyson, Brenn Hill, Royal Wade Kimes, Adrian Brannan and Catlin Martin.  I didn't used to like real 'old timey' music, but now it's my favorite!

And lastly but certainly not last, God.  I used to go through what I called religious spurts.  I went to Sunday school as a child, and loved Vacation Bible School.  I didn't quite understand what accepting the Lord into your heart meant though, so I did it every year, just to cover my bases.  Like many, I had several bad church experiences.  Met too many hipocrits who didn't follow the way of the Lord but since they went to church every Sunday by George they were better than me!  I've always had a strong belief.  In fact when I was 10 my brother was in a horrible car accident, one that didn't look promising for his future.  In his coma he drew pictures and wrote messages to us. (Never believe anyone who says coma patients can't hear you.)  In one such picture he drew a wrecked pickup at the base of a tree, the touching part were the angels he drew above it.  If that doesn't make you a believer I don't know what will.  At 14 I was blessed to visit St. Patrick's Cathedral in New York City.  Since then I've always wanted to be Catholic, even though my family is primarily Protestant.  Finally this year I was baptized on Easter, and I'll be confirmed by the Bishop next spring.  I can't begin to tell you the peace my soul now feels.  I love mass, I love being Catholic.  I regularly pray a rosary, I pray to Saints, and I occasionally go to church just to be with our Lord. 

Many experiences we have throughout life shape and change who we are.  But there are three things in life that will never change; my love of a good horse, the honesty of a well written song, and my unwavering belief in the Almighty.






Xo Loves,

Me

Monday, March 18, 2013

There Is No Arizona

This morning on my way to meet my chemistry tutor, the song There Is No Arizona by Jamie O'Neil came on.  It's a great song and I've caught myself humming it throughout the day, but have you ever really listened to it?  I don't mean listen and sing along, but let the words seep into your mind and touch your heart.  Yea, me neither.  But today I did.

It all came together, made sense and really hit home.  I've known for years that there was no Arizona, that his lies could more than fill up the Grand Canyon, that the dreams he sold me don't exist.  Due to recent events, I've been forced to truly realize all of these things.  No more pretending, no more forgetting or tucking away the feelings.  There truly is NO ARIZONA! For the first time in two years I realize I can let go.  It was ok to give all I had, it wasn't ok to be dependent.  But it's ok, I'm ok, and you know what?  To Heck with Arizona!  There are 49 other states available to me in a year when I graduate, and I plan on visiting quite a few of them.  But don't you know the old AZ won't be one of them :)  I'll make my own new and better life!

"There Is No Arizona"


He promised her a new and better life, out in Arizona
Underneath the blue never ending sky, swore that he was gonna
Get things in order, he'd send for her
When he left her behind, it never crossed her mind

There is no Arizona
No Painted Desert, no Sedona
If there was a Grand Canyon
She could fill it up with the lies he's told her
But they don't exist, those dreams he sold her
She'll wake up and find
There is no Arizona

She got a postcard with no return address, postmarked Tombstone
It said "I don't know where I'm goin' next but when I do
I'll let you know"
May, June, July, she wonders why
She's still waiting, she'll keep waiting 'cause

There is no Arizona
No Painted Desert, no Sedona
If there was a Grand Canyon
She could fill it up with the lies he's told her
But they don't exist, those dreams he sold her
She'll wake up and find
There is no Arizona

Each day the sun sets into the west
Her heart sinks lower in her chest and
Friends keep asking when she's going
Finally she tells them don't you know

There is no Arizona
No Painted Desert, no Sedona
If there was a Grand Canyon
She could fill it up with the lies he's told her
But they don't exist, those dreams he sold her
She'll wake up and find
There is no Arizona

He promised her a new and better life, out in Arizona 

 


 
XO Loves,
 
 
Me

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Chris LeDoux

A friend posted something on Facebook about this week being the 8th anniversary of Chris LeDoux's death.  He has forever and always been my favorite artist, even the old stuff from before he was famous.  It's strange I can still remember the exact moment my mama and I heard on the radio that he had died.  We were in Redding, CA on Hilltop Drive.  I was a senior in high-school and had a meeting with an adviser at Shasta College.  My mama and I were just stunned, we heard what the DJ was saying, but it just didn't really sink in, just didn't seem real. 

In high-school I used his music for class projects several times.  In Spanish I made a children's book based on Caballo Diablo.  In English I used a quote from The Ride for a presentation.  He inspired me all through my childhood.  He was also the first concert I ever went to.  The most amazing thing I had ever seen was towards the end when he entered the stage on a bucking machine.  I remember thinking he really was the real thing and how lucky was I to get to see him in concert.  It was just a couple years later that we lost him and anyone who hadn't seen him live would never get the chance.

This Cowboy's Hat was probably my first favorite of his.  We had it on cassette and I used to play it so much my dad told me I was going to wear it out(I actually may have done just that).  Call of The Wild was also a top favorite, I played it in the barn all the time. My sister has a lot of his albums and when I stayed with her during the summers I added another couple to the list, The Yellow Stud and The Stampede.  My newest favorites are; Hairtrigger Colt .44, Hoka Hey, Lakotas, The Passenger, Too Tough to Die and Working Man's Dollar. This is definitely not a complete favorites list, I have like a trillion!

There's a song that really hits home to my papa.  He used to ride bulls in the 70's when him and my mama were first married.  My Grandad thought he was crazy, but actually really respected him for it.  He wasn't particularly great, I wouldn't say he was on the road to the NFR by any means, but he did it and he loved it.  My dad is short, but has really wide shoulders and carries all of his weight in his upper body, not exactly the best physique for a bullrider.  At some point he rolled a CAT off of a cliff and broke his neck.  He wasn't riding anymore, but that ensured he'd never be able to again.  His song Ten Seconds in The Saddle means the most to my papa.  "Life is just like ridin' broncs it's a battle, then he rolled a cigarette with shaky hands. Son I'd gladly take 10 seconds in the saddle than a life time of watchin' from the stands"  I can see that longing in my papas eyes every time we watch the Bull Riding.  He may not have been great, but it wasn't about that, it was the feeling he experienced every time he crawled on the back of a raging bull.  A few years back we had a pretty rank Angus bull, and don't you know my dad was talking about what it'd be like to buck him out!  We all took it as idle chit chat, but I know in his heart he really would have liked to have crawled on him.

I'm sure Chris LeDoux has touched us all at some point, especially those of us living the songs he wrote.   What are some of  your favorites????  Do you personally identify with any of his songs?








XO Loves,


Me