Category: Theme Songs

Maybe it was the long, blunt, hard-to-swallow article I read this morning on the economic crisis.  Maybe it is how everything seems upside-down right now except for the romance I have every 5 days with the man I have been seeing for the last three months.  Maybe it is that I just feel like hiding out until things get better.   Whatever it is, out of the blue, I started singing this song today and am therefore placing it here as the theme song of the day.

Tonight’s the night we’ll make history, honey, you and I
And I’ll take any risk to tie back the hands of time
And stay with you here tonight
I know you feel these are the worst of times
I do believe it’s true
When people lock their doors and hide inside
Rumor has it it’s the end of Paradise
But I know, if the world just passed us by
Baby I know, you wouldn’t have to cry

The best of times are when I’m alone with you
Some rain some shine, we’ll make this a world for two
Our memories of yesterday will last a lifetime
We’ll take the best, forget the rest
And someday we’ll find these are the best of times
These are the best of times

The headlines read ‘these are the worst of times’
I do believe it’s true
I feel so helpless like a boat against the tide
I wish the summer winds could bring back Paradise
But I know, if the world turned upside down
Baby, I know you’d always be around

The best of times are when I’m alone with you
Some rain some shine, we’ll make this a world for two
Our memories of yesterday will last a lifetime
We’ll take the best, forget the rest
And someday we’ll find these are the best of times
These are the best of times

And
so my friends we’ll say goodnight For time has claimed it’s prize
But tonight will always last
As long as we keep alive memories of Paradise…

Saturday In The Park by Chicago has always reminded me of when I was a
very little girl (maybe 5 years old or something) when my real Dad
would sometimes actually show up on a Saturday like he was supposed to
do every Saturday, but usually didn’t.  On those rare Saturdays that I
did get to spend the day with him, we would often go to Lake Shore
Drive in Chicago to the park there and play on the beach and I could
swing on the swings and stuff.  So, sometime later, 6th grade or so, I
started to get into the band Chicago and loved their song Saturday In
The Park, which came out in 1972, and it always reminded me of those
days with my dad in the park plus the fact that I was born on the
fourth of july and the song references that.    Hanging out with my
dad on those rare occasions always elated me because I always waited
so long for him to show up and I had him up on a pedestal in my mind
when I was a little girl.  Hanging out with him on a Saturday was like
there was no tomorrow and he could do no wrong (of course until the
next Saturday when I waited all day for him to show up).

Saturday in the park
I think it was the fourth of july
Saturday in the park
I think it was the fourth of july
People dancing, people laughing
A man selling ice cream
Singing italian songs
(fake italian lyric)
Can you dig it (yes, I can)
And Ive been waiting such a long time
For saturday

Saturday in the park
Youd think it was the fourth of july
Saturday in the park
Youd think it was the fourth of july
People talking, really smiling
A man playing guitar
Singing for us all
Will you help him change the world
Can you dig it (yes, I can)
And Ive been waiting such a long time
For today

Slow motion riders fly the colors of the day
A bronze man still can tell stories his own way
Listen children all is not lost
All is not lost

Funny days in the park
Every days the fourth of july
Funny days in the park
Every days the fourth of july
People reaching, people touching
A real celebration
Waiting for us all
If we want it, really want it
Can you dig it (yes, I can)
And Ive been waiting such a long time
For the day

This is the song of the day.  I can’t explain it but I love this song right now and keep listening to it over and over…

The memories of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime.
You shuffle in gloom of the sickroom
And talk to yourself as you die.

Life is a short, warm moment
And death is a long cold rest.
You get your chance to try in the twinkling of an eye:
Eighty years, with luck, or even less.

So all aboard for the American tour,
And maybe you’ll make it to the top.
And mind how you go, and I can tell you, ’cause I know
You may find it hard to get off.

You are the angel of death
And I am the dead man’s son.
And he was buried like a mole in a fox hole.
And everyone is still on the run.

And who is the master of fox hounds?
And who says the hunt has begun?
And who calls the tune in the courtroom?
And who beats the funeral drum?

The memories of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime.
You shuffle in gloom in the sickroom
And talk to yourself as you die.

I am not a huge Kid Rock fan, but this song has grabbed me as my new theme song:

Artist: Kid Rock
Album : Rock N Roll Jesus
Song: Roll On

Lyrics:

Mmmm
I love it when you play it like that
Come on… Play

Sittin’ here alone I’m lookin’ back on where I’ve roamed
And laughing how I swore I’d win and not get burned
Left my family
Left my home
I worked my fingers to the bone
And there was not a stone I did not leave unturned
And I was havin’ a good time

Roll on Roll on Roller Coaster
We’re one day older and one step closer
Roll on there’s mountains to climb
Roll on we’re on borrowed time
Roll on Roller coaster
Roll on tonight
Roll on tonight yeah

Money and success
I don’t complain about the stress
I wanted this and now it’s here
So I don’t bitch
And I swear that time’s a trick
It disappears in oh so quick
Man I was just sixteen
And now I’m starin’ at thirty-six
But I’m still havin’ a good time

Roll on Roll on Roller Coaster
We’re one day older and one step closer
Roll on there’s mountains to climb
Roll on we’re on borrowed time
Roll on Roller coaster
Roll on tonight
Roll on tonight

And I know it’s hard to see with the sun in your eyes
But one day you’re gonna say I saw the light

And now headin’ for the hill
And I just cannot wait until
My children grow up to have children of their own
And I’ll be telling them about
The times I turned the party out
And how I stood against an army all alone
Drinkin’ wine and stayin’ high
And realized it couldn’t last
And how I turned myself around
And went down another path
And the signs we must observe
When life’s changes do occur
But most of all I’ll tell them
Just how proud I am of them
And always have a good time
It’s all love and good times
Let’s all have a good time Yeah

Roll on Roll on Roller Coaster
We’re one day older and one step closer
Roll on there’s mountains to climb
Roll on we’re on borrowed time
Roll on Roller coaster
Roll on tonight
Roll on tonight

I first heard this song while hanging out with high school friends after the 20-year reunion. Sitting there with Dean Boldrini and hearing these words in the background, I could only think of those days back in high school and how free we were and didn’t even realize it at the time. And, of course, it reminds me of the special place within my soul that has eternally been reserved for Jeff.

It was 1989, my thoughts were short my hair was long
Caught somewhere between a boy and man
She was seventeen and she was far from in-between
It was summertime in Northern Michigan
Ahh Ahh Ahh
Ahh Ahh Ahh

Splashing through the sand bar
Talking by the campfire
It’s the simple things in life, like when and where
We didn’t have no internet
But man I never will forget
The way the moonlight shined upon her hair

[Chorus:]
And we were trying different things
We were smoking funny things
Making love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking ’bout tomorrow
Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long

Catching Walleye from the dock
Watching the waves roll off the rocks
She’ll forever hold a spot inside my soul
We’d blister in the sun
We couldn’t wait for night to come
To hit that sand and play some rock and roll

While we were trying different things
And we were smoking funny things
Making love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking ’bout tomorrow
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long

Now nothing seems as strange as when the leaves began to change
Or how we thought those days would never end
Sometimes I’ll hear that song and I’ll start to sing along
And think man I’d love to see that girl again

[Repeat Chorus x2]

Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long

This is the perfect song to dance to with Chip (the most amazing dance partner ever!).  The cover band we all go to see on Wednesday nights plays this song and Chip and I are on FIRE on the dance floor.  It will forever remind me of him.

I've been holding out so long
I've been sleeping all alone
Lord I miss you
I've been hanging on the phone
I've been sleeping all alone
I want to kiss you

Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh

Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh

Well, I've been haunted in my sleep
You've been starring in my dreams
Lord I miss you
I've been waiting in the hall
Been waiting on your call
When the phone rings
It's just some friends of mine that say,
"Hey, what's the matter man?
We're gonna come around at twelve
With some Puerto Rican girls that are just dyin'
to meet you.
We're gonna bring a case of wine
Hey, let's go mess and fool around
You know, like we used to"

Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah

Oh everybody waits so long
Oh baby why you wait so long
Won't you come on! Come on!

I've been walking Central Park
Singing after dark
People think I'm crazy
I've been stumbling on my feet
Shuffling through the street
Asking people, "What's the matter with you boy?"

Sometimes I want to say to myself
Sometimes I say

Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh

Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
I won't miss you child

I guess I'm lying to myself
It's just you and no one else
Lord I won't miss you child
You've been blotting out my mind
Fooling on my time
No, I won't miss you, baby, yeah

Lord, I miss you child

Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah

Lord, I miss you child

Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah

Lord, I miss you child

Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah

This song just makes me smile and think of Ben whenever I hear it.  He and I used to sing this song together all the time while we were building WhatsHappeningDaytona.

If I had a 1,000,000 (If I had a 1,000,000)
I’d but you a house ( I would buy you a house)
If I had a 1,000,000 (If I had a 1,000,000)
I’d buy you furniture for your house ( maybe a nice chesterfield or an ottoman)
If I had a 1,000,000 (If I had a 1,000,000)
I’d but you a K-car ( a nice reliant automobile)
If I had a 1,000,000, I’d buy you love

If I had a 1,000,000
I’d build a treefort in our yard
If I had a 1,000,000
You could help it wouldn’t be that hard
If I had a 1,000,000
Maybe we could put a refrigerator in there
Wouldn’t that be fabulous!

If I had a 1,000,000 (If I had a 1,000,000)
I but you a fur coat( but not a real fur coat that’s cruel)
If I had a 1,000,000 (If I had a 1,000,000)
I’d buy you an exotic pet(like a llama or an emu)
If I had a 1,000,000 (If I had a 1,000,000)
I’d but you John Merick’s remains (All them crazy elephant bones)
If I had a 1,000,000 I’d buy your love

If I had a 1,000,000
We wouldn’t have to walk to the store
If I had a 1,000,000
We’d take a limousine cause it costs more
If I had a 1,000,000 We wouldnt have to eat Kraft dinner

If I had a 1,000,000 (If I had a 1,000,000)
i’d but you a green dress ( but not a real green dress that’s cruel)
If I had a 1,000,000 (If I had a 1,000,000)
I’d but you some art ( A Picasso or a Garfunkel)
If I had a 1,000,000 (If I had a 1,000,000)
I’d buy you a monkey (haven’t you always wanted a monkey?)
If I had a 1,000,000 If I had a 1,000,000 If I had a 1,000,000
If I had a 1,000,000 I’d be RICH!

This is the perfect song for my mom.  I sent the lyrics to her and it really describes how I feel and what kind of person I once was compared to who I am today.

i’m not a perfect person. there are many things i wish i didnt do
but i continue learning. i never meant to do those things to you.
and so i have to say before i go, that i just want you to know

i’ve found a reason for me, to change who i used to be
a reason to start over new, and the reason is you

i’m sorry that i hurt, its something i must live with everyday
and all the pain i put you through, i wish that i could take it all away
and be the one who catches all your tears, thats why i need you to hear

i’m not a perfect person, i never meant to do those things to you
and so i have to say before i go that i just want you to know

i’ve found a reason for me, to change who i used to be
a reason to start over new, and the reason is you
i’ve found a reason to show a side of me you didnt know
a reason for all that i do, and the reason is you

What I learned from my father….

She was born in November 1963
The day Aldous Huxley died
And her mama believed
That every man could be free
So her mama got high, high, high
And her daddy marched on Birmingham
Singing mighty protest songs
And he pictured all the places
That he knew that she belonged
But he failed and taught her young
The only thing she’s need to carry on
He taught her how to

Run baby run baby run baby run
Baby run

Past the arms of the familiar
And their talk of better days
To the comfort of the strangers
Slipping out before they say
so long
Baby loves to run

She counts out all her money
In the taxi on the way to meet her plane
Stares hopeful out the window
At the workers fighting
Through the pouring rain
She’s searching through the stations
For an unfamiliar song
And she’s pictures all the places
Where she knows she still belongs
And she smiles the secret smile
Because she knows exactly how
To carry on

So run baby run baby run baby run
Baby run

From the old familiar faces and
Their old familiar ways
To the comfort of the strangers
Slipping out before they say
So long
Baby loves to run

 Do I stress you out
 My sweater is on backwards and inside out
 And you say how appropriate
 I don't want to dissect everything today
 I don't mean to pick you apart you see
 But I can't help it
 There I go jumping before the gunshot has gone off
 Slap me with a splintered ruler
 And it would knock me to the floor if I wasn't there already
 If only I could hunt the hunter
 And all I really want is some patience
 A way to calm the angry voice
 And all I really want is deliverance
 Do I wear you out
 You must wonder why I'm so relentless and all strung out
 I'm consumed by the chill of solitary
 I'm like Estella
 I like to reel it in and then spit it out
 I'm frustrated by your apathy
 And I am frightened by the corrupted ways of this land
 If only I could meet the Maker
 And I am fascinated by the spiritual man
 I am humbled by his humble nature
 What I wouldn't give to find a soulmate
 Someone else to catch this drift
 And what I wouldn't give to meet a kindred
 Enough about me, let's talk about you for a minute
 Enough about you, let's talk about life for a while
 The conflicts, the craziness and the sound of pretenses
 Falling all around...all around
 Why are you so petrified of silence
 Here can you handle this?
 Did you think about your bills, your ex, your deadlines
 Or when you think you're gonna die
 Or did you long for the next distraction
 And all I need now is intellectual intercourse
 A soul to dig the hole much deeper
 And I have no concept of time other than it is flying
 If only I could kill the killer
 All I really want is some peace man
 a place to find a common ground
 And all I really want is a wavelength
 All I really want is some comfort
 A way to get my hands untied
 And all I really want is some justice...