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Musical Monday: Secrets by OneRepublic

Yeah, I’m still elated over the OneRepublic concert my daughter and I attended a few weeks ago. The cello, one of my favorite musical instruments, is featured in many of their songs.  Brent Kutzle performed a cello solo during the concert and I could’ve listened to it all night.

The song Secrets begins with a sample of Johann Sebastian Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1. These guys are incredibly talented. Enjoy.

 

“Secrets”
I need another story
Something to get off my chest
My life gets kinda boring
Need something that I can confess

‘Til all my sleeves are stained red
From all the truth that I’ve said
Come by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw me wink, no
I’ve been on the brink, so

Tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
Sick of all the insincere
So I’m gonna give all my secrets away

This time don’t need another perfect lie
Don’t care if critics ever jump in line
I’m gonna give all my secrets away

My God, amazing how we got this far
It’s like we’re chasing all those stars
Who’s driving shiny big black cars
And everyday I see the news
All the problems that we could solve
And when a situation rises
Just write it into an album
Send it straight to gold
But I don’t really like my flow, no, so

Tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
Sick of all the insincere
So I’m gonna give all my secrets away

This time, don’t need another perfect lie
Don’t care if critics ever jump in line
I’m gonna give all my secrets away

Oh, got no reason, got no shame
Got no family I can blame
Just don’t let me disappear
I’ma tell you everything

So tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
Sick of all the insincere
So I’m gonna give all my secrets away

This time, don’t need another perfect lie
Don’t care if critics ever jump in line
I’m gonna give all my secrets away

So tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
Sick of all the insincere
So I’m gonna give all my secrets away

This time, don’t need another perfect lie
Don’t care if critics ever jump in line
I’m gonna give all my secrets away
All my secrets away, all my secrets away

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Musical Monday: Love Runs Out by OneRepublic

I recently took my nine-year-old daughter to see OneRepublic. When it appeared the concert was over she turned to me and said, “But they can’t be done! They haven’t played Love Runs Out!” I smiled and told her to be patient.

The band didn’t disappoint. A few minutes later the familiar beat of one of her favorite songs echoed throughout the amphitheater and she squealed with delight.

“Love Runs Out”

I’ll be your light, your match, your burning sun,
I’ll be the bright, in black that’s makin’ you run.
And we’ll feel alright, and we’ll feel alright,
‘Cause we’ll work it out, yeah we’ll work it out.I’ll be doin’ this, if you had a doubt,
‘Til the love runs out, ’til the love runs out.I’ll be your ghost, your game, your stadium.
I’ll be your fifty-thousand clapping like one.
And I feel alright, and I feel alright,
‘Cause I worked it out, yeah I worked it out.I’ll be doin’ this, if you had a doubt,
‘Til the love runs out, ’til the love runs out.

I got my mind made up, man, I can’t let go.
I’m killing every second ’til it saves my soul.
(Ooh) I’ll be running, (Ooh) I’ll be running,
‘Til the love runs out, ’til the love runs out.
And we’ll start a fire, and we’ll shut it down,
‘Til the love runs out, ’til the love runs out.

There’s a maniac out in front of me.
Got an angel on my shoulder, and Mephistopheles.
but mama raised me good, mama raised me right.
Mama said, “Do what you want, say prayers at night,”
And I’m saying them, ’cause I’m so devout.
‘Til the love runs out, ’til the love runs out, yeah.

I got my mind made up, man, I can’t let go.
I’m killing every second ’til it saves my soul.
(Ooh) I’ll be running, (Ooh) I’ll be running,
‘Til the love runs out, ’til the love runs out.
And we’ll start a fire, and we’ll shut it down,
‘Til the love runs out, ’til the love runs out.

Oh, we all want the same thing.
Oh, we all run for something.
run for God, for fate,
For love, for hate,
For gold, for rust,
For diamonds, for dust.

I’ll be your light, your match, your burning sun,
I’ll be the bright, in black that’s makin’ you run.

I got my mind made up, man, I can’t let go.
I’m killing every second ’til it saves my soul.
(Ooh) I’ll be running, (Ooh) I’ll be running,
‘Til the love runs out, ’til the love runs out.
And we’ll start a fire, and we’ll shut it down,
‘Til the love runs out, ’til the love runs out.

I’ll be your light, your match, your burning sun,
I’ll be the bright, in black that’s makin’ you run.
And we’ll feel alright, and we’ll feel alright,
‘Cause we’ll work it out, yes, we’ll work it out.
And we’ll start a fire, and we’ll shut it down,
‘Til the love runs out, ’til the love runs out.
‘Til the love runs out.

Musical Monday: Dog Days Are Over by Florence and the Machine

It’s been a fun-filled summer for me and my family, but it officially came to an end when my children returned to school today.  I didn’t write much, blogged infrequently, but I have no regrets. We squeezed every ounce of fun out of our time together by traveling to some amazing destinations in the great state of Texas, places like Surfside Beach, Enchanted Rock, Hamilton Pool, McKinney Falls, and the Blue Hole. And we heard this song, without fail, during each of those trips. In a way, it became our summer anthem. A warning that the dog days of summer were fading fast and we had better make the most of it.

According to Wikipedia, the dog days refer to the hottest period of the summer when dogs were driven mad by the incessant heat. Many believe this song is about a girl running from an abusive relationship. Regardless of the meaning of the song, it will now remind me of a wonderful summer spent with my family.

 

“Dog Days Are Over”

Happiness hit her like a train on a track
Coming towards her stuck still no turning back
She hid around corners and she hid under beds
She killed it with kisses and from it she fled
With every bubble she sank with her drink
And washed it away down the kitchen sink
The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming
So you better run
Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and your longing behind
You can’t carry it with you if you want to survive
The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
‘Cause here they comeAnd I never wanted anything from you
Except everything you had and what was left after that too, oh
Happiness hit her like a bullet in the back
Struck from a great height by someone who should know better than that

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
‘Cause here they come

Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and your longing behind
You can’t carry it with you if you want to survive

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
‘Cause here they come

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming
So you better run

Musical Monday: Best Day of My Life by American Authors

For my kids’ birthdays, I create a CD of their favorite songs for the year.  This is one my daughter recently chose for her 9th birthday CD and to me it captures her spirit. She has such a zest for life that she approaches each day as if it’s the best day of her life. There are no limits or impossibilities. The day is what you make of it. I adore her for that.

According to lead singer Zac Barnett, the inspiration for the song comes from the book Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak. You can learn more about it here. I suppose the monster in the video represents the things that frighten you and the message is to make the best of it. Embrace your fears.

The Best Day of My Life

(Ooh, Ooh-Ooh, Ooh)

I had a dream so big and loud
I jumped so high I touched the clouds
Whoa-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh (Whoa-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)

I stretched my hands out to the sky
We danced with monsters through the night
Whoa-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh (Whoa-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)

I’m never gonna look back, Whoa-Oh
Never gonna give it up, No-Oh
Please don’t wake me now

(Ooh, Ooh-Ooh, Ooh)
This is gonna be the best day of my life
(Ooh, Ooh-Ooh, Ooh) My li-i-i-i-i-i-ife

(Ooh, Ooh-Ooh, Ooh)
This is gonna be the best day of my life
(Ooh, Ooh-Ooh, Ooh) My li-i-i-i-i-i-ife

(Ooh, Ooh-Ooh, Ooh) Whoo
(Ooh, Ooh-Ooh, Ooh)

I howled at the moon with friends
And then the sun came crashing in
Whoa-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh (Whoa-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)

But all the possibilities
No limits just epiphanies
Whoa-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh (Whoa-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)

I’m never gonna look back, Whoa-Oh
Never gonna give it up, No-Oh
Just don’t wake me now

(Ooh, Ooh-Ooh, Ooh)
This is gonna be the best day of my life
(Ooh, Ooh-Ooh, Ooh) My li-i-i-i-i-i-ife

(Ooh, Ooh-Ooh, Ooh)
This is gonna be the best day of my life
(Ooh, Ooh-Ooh, Ooh) My li-i-i-i-i-i-ife

(Ooh, Ooh-Ooh, Ooh)
(Ooh, Ooh-Ooh, Ooh)

I hear it calling
Outside my window
I feel it in my soul (Soul)

The stars were burning so bright
The sun was out ’till midnight
I say we lose control (Control)

(Ooh, Ooh-Ooh, Ooh)

(Ooh, Ooh-Ooh, Ooh)
This is gonna be the best day of my life
(Ooh, Ooh-Ooh, Ooh) My li-i-i-i-i-i-ife

(Ooh, Ooh-Ooh, Ooh)
This is gonna be the best day of my life
(Ooh, Ooh-Ooh, Ooh) My li-i-i-i-i-i-ife

(Ooh, Ooh-Ooh, Ooh) This is gonna be, this is gonna be
This is gonna be, the best day of my life (Ooh, Ooh-Ooh, Ooh)
Everything is looking up, everybody up now

(Ooh, Ooh-Ooh, Ooh)
This is gonna be the best day of my liife
(Ooh, Ooh-Ooh, Ooh) My li-i-i-i-i-ife

 

Musical Monday: Wrapped Around Your Finger by The Police

Sting (born Gordon Matthew Thomas Sumner) wrote the song Wrapped Around Your Finger when he was a member of the pop band The Police. Released in 1983, the song was one of five hit singles from the Synchronicity album. Although it never reached number one, it remains one of my favorite songs from the band because of the brilliant lyrics.  There are many interpretations of the song meaning: a rocky divorce (which Sting was going through at the time), a young man caught up in a relationship with an older married woman, and the conflict between Sting and his older more experienced band member, Andy Summers.

Like many of Sting’s songs, it has literary and mythological references to imply meaning. The term Scylla and Charybdis is often used to describe a situation where a person is caught between a rock and a hard place; forced to choose the lesser of two evils. The idiom is derived from Homer’s ancient Greek poem The Odyssey, where Odysseus faces a difficult choice. In order to pass through the Strait of Messina he must choose between two life threatening obstacles: Scylla, a six headed sea monster, or Charybdis, a deadly whirlpool. Avoiding one, meant exposure and certain death for all or some of his shipmates to the other.

In literature it refers to the road of trials along the Hero’s Journey, which I’ll discuss in more detail later. Stay tuned.

 

“Wrapped Around Your Finger”

You consider me the young apprentice
Caught between the Scylla and Charybdis.
Hypnotized by you if I should linger
Staring at the ring around your finger.
I have only come here seeking knowledge,
Things they would not teach me of in college.
I can see the destiny you sold
turned into a shining band of gold.
I’ll be wrapped around your finger.
I’ll be wrapped around your finger.
Mephistopheles is not your name,
But I know what you’re up to just the same.
I will listen hard to your tuition,
And you will see it come to it’s fruition.

I’ll be wrapped around your finger.
I’ll be wrapped around your finger.

Devil and the deep blue sea behind me
Vanish in the air you’ll never find me.
I will turn your face to alabaster,
Then you’ll find your servant is your master,

And you’ll be wrapped around my finger.
I’ll be wrapped around your finger.
You’ll be wrapped around my finger.
I’ll be wrapped around your finger…..

Musical Monday: In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida by Iron Butterfly

Sue Archer at Doorway Between Worlds introduced me to a new blog titled In the Garden of Eva. The blog title might make you wonder if it’s a play on the biblical Garden of Eden. If you’re like me, you might think it’s a play on the song In A Gadda Da Vida by Iron Butterfly and you might wonder if you’ve stumbled upon a blog that reads like a drug induced psychedelic trip.  No? Okay, well, that’s just the way my mind works. Call me a weirdo.

My apologies to Eva if that’s offensive.  Once I started to read her blog it was obvious that no drugs were used in the making of her blog. 🙂 Her posts are obviously written by someone with a clear mind.

Anyway, that’s a roundabout way to introduce the song of the week, but that’s how the idea came about. I wouldn’t say I’m a huge fan of this song, but it brings back wonderful memories of my brother when we were kids. He’d play a snippet of a tune on his electric guitar and I’d have to guess the song.

In A Gadda Da Vida was released in 1968 and is a whopping 17 minutes long. It’s said the title of the song was meant to be “In the Garden of Eden” but the lead band members were so drunk and/or drugged out of their minds that they slurred the words into In-a-gadda-da-vida and then forgot the original title.  Wow. We are talking about the psychedelic sixties, folks.

 

 

 

Musical Monday: Radiohead’s Creep by Jena Irene

My daughter and I have been watching American Idol and I must say Jena Irene has given some stellar performances. Her cover of “Creep” by Radiohead blew me away. The girl is incredibly talented. I’m predicting she’ll win American Idol this season. If you missed her version, here it is.

 

 “Creep”

When you were here before
Couldn’t look you in the eye
You’re just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You’re so fucking specialBut I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong hereI don’t care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice when I’m not around
You’re so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here

She’s running out the door
She’s running out
She runs runs runs runs..
Runs…

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You’re so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here
I don’t belong here

 

 

Musical Monday: I’m the Man by Aloe Blacc

If you watched the NFL draft recently, you’ve probably had enough of this song, but that’s not why I chose it for this Musical Monday.

We were driving to my son’s baseball game recently, listening to the music CD I made for his birthday. My son asked what song we’d choose if we had a walk up song.

My eight-year-old daughter chimed in and said, “Oh! Oh! I know what I’d pick!” She started dancing in her seat and sang, “I’m the man, I’m the man, I’m the ma-an. Yes I am, yes I am, yes I a-am. I’m the man, I’m the man, I’m the ma-an.”

Every time I hear this song it makes me smile. Here are the Top 25 Walk Up Songs in the MLB.

If you had a walk up song, what would it be?

“The Man”

[Chorus:]

Well you can tell everybody
Yeah you can tell everybody
Go ahead and tell everybody
I’m the man, I’m the man, I’m the man
Yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
I’m the man, I’m the man, I’m the man[Verse 1:]
I believe every lie that I ever told
Paid for every heart that I ever stole
I played my cards and I didn’t fold
Well it ain’t that hard when you got soul (this is my world)
Somewhere I heard that life is a test
I been through the worst but I still give my best
God made my mold different from the rest
Then he broke that mold so I know I’m blessed (this is my world)[Bridge:]
Stand up now and face the sun
Won’t hide my tail or turn and run
It’s time to do what must be done
Be a king when kingdom comes[Hook:]
Well you can tell everybody
Yeah you can tell everybody
Go ahead and tell everybody
I’m the man, I’m the man, I’m the man[Chorus:]
Well you can tell everybody
Yeah you can tell everybody
Go ahead and tell everybody
I’m the man, I’m the man, I’m the man
Yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
I’m the man, I’m the man, I’m the man[Verse 2:]
I got all the answers to your questions
I’ll be the teacher you can be the lesson
I’ll be the preacher you be the confession
I’ll be the quick relief to all your stressin’ (this is my world)
It’s a thin line between love and hate
Is you really real or is you really fake
I’m a soldier standing on my feet
No surrender and I won’t retreat (this is my world)

[Bridge:]
Stand up now and face the sun
Won’t hide my tail or turn and run
It’s time to do what must be done
Be a king when kingdom comes

[Hook:]
Well you can tell everybody
Yeah you can tell everybody
Go ahead and tell everybody
I’m the man, I’m the man, I’m the man

[Chorus:]
Well you can tell everybody
Yeah you can tell everybody
Go ahead and tell everybody
I’m the man, I’m the man, I’m the man
Yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
I’m the man, I’m the man, I’m the man

[Ad lib:]
I’m the man
Go ahead and tell everybody what I’m saying y’all
I’m the man
Go ahead and tell everybody what I’m saying y’all

[Hook 3x:]
Well you can tell everybody
Yeah you can tell everybody
Go ahead and tell everybody
I’m the man, I’m the man, I’m the man

[Chorus:]
Well you can tell everybody
Yeah you can tell everybody
Go ahead and tell everybody
I’m the man, I’m the man, I’m the man
Yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
I’m the man, I’m the man, I’m the man

Musical Monday: Mama Tried by Merle Haggard

Merle Haggard, who turned 77 this month, has performed for over fifty years. Now that is staying power. He was born in 1937 (the same year as my father) and grew up during the great depression. Merle’s difficult childhood worsened when his father died and his mother had to work long hours to support her family. He rebelled as a teen, was in and out of juvenile detention, and was eventually incarcerated in San Quentin.

While Merle was at San Quentin, Johnny Cash performed a concert at the prison that inspired Merle to turn his life around and pursue a music career. His personal experiences and the heartache he caused his mother during his troubled youth influenced him to write the song Mama Tried.

My son takes after his father with his love of old country music. This is one of his favorites, but I hope it’s just an appreciation for the music and not a sign he’ll turn into a rebellious teen. 😉

“Mama Tried”
by Merle Haggard

The first thing I remember knowing
Was a lonesome whistle blowing
And a young’un’s dream of growing up to ride
On a freight train leaving town
Not knowing where I’m bound
And no one could change my mind but Mama tried

One and only rebel child
From a family meek and mild
My mama seemed to know what lay in store
Despite all my Sunday learning
Towards the bad I kept on turning
Till Mama couldn’t hold me anymore

And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole
No one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied
That leaves only me to blame ’cause Mama tried

Dear old Daddy, rest his soul
Left my mom a heavy load
She tried so very hard to fill his shoes
Working hours without rest
Wanted me to have the best
She tried to raise me right but I refused

And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole
No one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied
That leaves only me to blame ’cause Mama tried