When reading a book, do you use a bookmark to mark your place in the book, or do you just fold over the top corner of the page? (submitted by Maria @ A Night's Dream of Books)
My Answer:
There are two kinds of readers in the world. Those who use bookmarks...
It's Your Song Garth Brooks, Artist Benita Hill and Pamela Wolf, Writers
(cover version) Standing in the spotlight On such a perfect night Knowing that your out there listening I remember one time When I was so afraid Didn't think I had the courage To stand up on this stage Then you reached into my heart And you found the melody And if there ever was somebody Who made me believe in me It was you It was you
It was your song that made me sing It was your voice that gave me wings And it was your light that shined Guiding my heart to find This place where I belong It was your song
Every night I pray Before the music starts to play That I'll do my best and I won't let you down And for all the times I've stood here This feeling feels brand new And any time I doubt myself I think of you
'Cause It was your song that made me sing It was your voice that gave me wings And it was your light that shined Guiding my heart to find This place where I belong It was your song
Dreams can come true With God's great angels like you
It was your song that made me sing It was your voice that gave me wings And it was your light that shined Guiding my heart to find This place where I belong It was your song It was your song It's always been your song
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They did not listen, They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as
beautiful as you
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frame less heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They did not listen they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will
Strawberry Wine Deanna Carter, Artist
Matraca Berg and Gary Harrison, Writers
He was working through college
On my grandpa's farm
I was thirsting for knowledge
And he had a car
Yeah, I was caught somewhere between a woman and a child
One restless summer we found love growing wild
On the banks of the river on a well-beaten path
It's funny how those memories they last
Like strawberry wine and seventeen
The hot July moon saw everything
My first taste of love, oh bittersweet
The green on the vine
Like strawberry wine
I still remember
When thirty was old
My biggest fear was September
When he had to go
A few cards and letters and one long distance call
We drifted away like the leaves in the fall
But year after year I come back to this place
Just to remember the taste
Of strawberry wine and seventeen
The hot July moon saw everything
My first taste of love, oh bittersweet
The green on the vine
Like strawberry wine
The fields have grown over now
Years since they've seen a plow
There's nothing time hasn't touched
Is it really him or the loss of my innocence
I've been missing so much
Yeah
Strawberry wine and seventeen
The hot July moon saw everything
My first taste of love, oh bittersweet
And green on the vine
Like strawberry wine
And seventeen
The hot July moon saw everything
My first taste of love, oh bittersweet
The green on the vine
Like strawberry wine
Strawberry wine
Strawberry wine
It's Monday! What Are You Reading? is a place to meet up and share what you have been and plan on reading over the week. Recently taken over, this meme is managed by my Kathryn at the Book Date.
Haven't Met You Yet Michael Buble, Artist Alan Chang, Amy Foster, Amy Foster-Gillies, Amy Skylark Foster, and Michael Steven Buble , Writers
I'm not surprised Not everything lasts I've broken my heart so many times, I stopped keepin' track. Talk myself in I talk myself out I get all worked up Then I let myself down.
I tried so very hard not to lose it I came up with a million excuses I thought, I thought of every possibility
And I know someday that it'll all turn out You'll make me work so we can work to work it out And I promise you kid, that I'll give so much more than I get I just haven't met you yet
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
I might have to wait I'll never give up I guess it's half timing And the other half's luck Wherever you are Whenever it's right You come out of nowhere and into my life
And I know that we can be so amazing And baby your love is gonna change me And now I can see every possibility
Mmm
But somehow I know that will all turn out And you'll make me work so we can work to work it out And I promise you kid, I'll give so much more than I get I just haven't met you yet
They say all's fair In love and war But I won't need to fight it We'll get it right And we'll be united
And I know that we can be so amazing And being in your life is gonna change me And now I can see every single possibility
Mmm
And someday I know it'll all turn out And I'll work, to work it out Promise you kid, I'll give more than I get Than I get, than I get, than I get
Oh you know it will all turn out And you'll make me work, so we can work, to work it out And I promise you kid, to give so much more than I get Yeah I just haven't met you yet
I just haven't met you yet Oh promise you kid To give so much more than I get
I said love, love, love, love, love, love, love I just haven't met you yet Love, love, love, love, love, love I just haven't met you yet
The Longest Time Indigo Girls, Artist Amy Elizabeth Ray, Emily Ann Saliers, Writers
I'm tryin' to tell you somethin' 'bout my life. Maybe give me insight between black and white. And the best thing you've ever done for me is to help me take my life less seriously. It's only life after all.
Well darkness has a hunger that's insatiable, and lightness has a call that's hard to hear. I wrap my fear around me like a blanket. I sailed my ship of safety till I sank it. I'm crawling on your shores.
I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain. There's more than one answer to these questions pointing me in a crooked line. And the less I seek my source for some definitive, the closer I am to fine. The closer I am to fine.
I went to see the Doctor of Philosophy with a poster of Rasputin and a beard down to his knee. He never did marry or see a B-Grade movie. He graded my performance, he said he could see through me. I spent four years prostrate to the higher mind, got my paper and I was free.
I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain. There's more than one answer to these questions pointing me in a crooked line. And the less I seek my source for some definitive, the closer I am to fine. The closer I am to fine.
I stopped by the bar at three A.M. to seek solace in a bottle, or possibly a friend. I woke up with a headache like my head against a board, twice as cloudy as I'd been the night before. And I went in seeking clarity.
I woke up with a headache like my head against a board, twice as cloudy as I'd been the night before. And I went in seeking clarity. I go to the doctor, we go to the mountains. We look to the children, we drink from the fountain. We go to the Bible, we go through the work out. We read up on revival, we stand up for the lookout. There's more than one answer to these questions pointing me in a crooked line. And the less I seek my source, the closer I am to fine.
Oh, oh, oh For the longest time Oh, oh, oh For the longest If you said goodbye to me tonight There would still be music left to write What else could I do I'm so inspired by you That hasn't happened for the longest time
Once I thought my innocence was gone Now I know that happiness goes on That's where you found me When you put your arms around me I haven't been there for the longest time
Oh, oh, oh For the longest time Oh, oh, oh For the longest I'm that voice you're hearing in the hall And the greatest miracle of all Is how I need you And how you needed me too That hasn't happened for the longest time
Maybe this won't last very long But you feel so right And I could be wrong Maybe I've been hoping too hard But I've gone this far And it's more than I hoped for
Who knows how much further we'll go on Maybe I'll be sorry when you're gone I'll take my chances I forgot how nice romance is I haven't been there for the longest time
I had second thoughts at the start I said to myself Hold on to your heart Now I know the woman that you are You're wonderful so far And it's more than I hoped for
I don't care what consequence it brings I have been a fool for lesser things I want you so bad I think you ought to know that I intend to hold you for the longest time
Blasphemous Rumours Depeche Mode, Artist Martin Gore, Writer
Girl of sixteen, whole life ahead of her Slashed her wrists, bored with life Didn't succeed, thank the Lord For small mercies Fighting back the tears, mother reads the note again Sixteen candles burn in her mind She takes the blame, it's always the same She goes down on her knees and prays I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor And when I die I expect to find Him laughing Girl of eighteen, fell in love with everything Found new life in Jesus Christ Hit by a car, ended up On a life support machine Summer's day, as she passed away Birds were singing in the summer sky Then came the rain, and once again A tear fell from her mother's eye I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor And when I die I expect to find Him laughing
I have thoughts. Sometimes they are worth sharing. Other times, not so much. Oh well...
I recently read Mara Wilson's memoir, Where Am I Now? If you don't know who Mara is, she is the actress who played Matilda and the little girl in Mrs. Doubtfire. Her memoir was pretty good. I enjoyed it.
I read a lot of memoirs, particularly celebrity memoirs.
I am usually an entertaining person, outgoing and funny, and have considered writing my own memoir. But, here's my question... What do I have to offer?
What in my life has been interesting or entertaining enough to hold a reader's attention? That one time when we moved out of our apartment for a weekend because we had to bug-bomb it for roaches, and the fact that I will forever remember that apartment for that smell? Or the time I spent an hour making some friends laugh with the blow-by-blow of my annual gynecological check up? Or maybe the time that I was chosen with a group of my college choir buddies to sing with Mariah Carey when she performed at our school, only to be told that Mariah choose to fly in a gospel choir and how most of us turned down the free tickets we were offered? Or maybe...
Stuck through a worrisome company merger with a positive outlook.
Produced a successful and safe summer program season for the Boston Conservatory, giving several hundred children an amazing and irreplaceable arts experience.
Read 38 books, not quite meeting my goals but remaining happy with my efforts.
Managed to maintain my enjoyment of and my desire to continue blogging, despite a stressful, busy year and limited energy and time to do so.
Lived through the most embarrassing, stressful, and heartbreaking election in (my) history and managed to do so without losing all hope for our country. Don't get me wrong, there is still fear...much fear. But there is also expectation (impeachment) and much hope that it will happen in time for our wonderful country will be able to bounce back. Oh alright...and also the hope that our president elect will offer something positive to our beautiful country during his term, however long that may be.
Spent Thanksgiving in an hospital ER (while simultaneously hosting Thanksgiving dinner), but started what I hope is a journey toward healing for life-long intestinal issues.
Managed to keep my mother-in-law's 30-year old plant alive after it came to live with us, despite a very rocky few months (seriously stressful).
Performed multiple times over the summer with my divas, continuing a decade plus long love affair with a Capella music and the sisterhood of Purely Vocals.
Continued efforts to expand my knowledge and experience of photography skills.
Continued to love and care for two active, adorable kitties who continue to light up the world.
You take a deep breath And you walk through the doors It's the morning of your very first day You say hi to your friends you ain't seen in awhile Try and stay out of everybody's way
It's your freshman year And you're gonna be here for the next four years In this town Hoping one of those senior boys Will wink at you and say, "you know I haven't seen you around, before"
'Cause when you're fifteen, Somebody tells you they love you You're gonna believe them And when you're fifteen
Feeling like there's nothing to figure out
Count to ten Take it in This is life before you know who you're gonna be At fifteen
You sit in class next to a red-head named Abigail And soon enough you're best friends Laughing at the other girls Who they think they're so cool We'll be out of here as soon as we can
And then you're on your very first date And he's got a car And you're feeling like flying And you're mama's waiting up And you're thinking he's the one And you're dancing around the room when the night ends When the night ends
'Cause when you're fifteen, Somebody tells you they love you You're gonna believe them And when you're fifteen
And your first kiss makes your head spin around
But in your life you'll do things Greater than dating the boy on the football team But I didn't know it at fifteen
When all you wanted Was to be wanted Wish you could go back And tell yourself what you know now
Back then I swore I was gonna marry him someday But I realized some bigger dreams of mine And Abigail gave everything she had To a boy who changed his mind And we both cried
'Cause when you're fifteen, Somebody tells you they love you You're gonna believe them And when you're fifteen
Don't forget to look before you fall
I've found time can heal most anything And you just might find who you're supposed to be I didn't know who I was supposed to be At fifteen
La la la la la Your very first day Take a deep breath girl And take a deep breath as you walk through the doors
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