FEELING SAPPY 2

Now anybody in the "country music know" has heard of Martina McBride. She has a beautiful voice, and not bad on the eyes. Oh give me a break...I'm a guy, I notice things like that, hee hee. So about a month or so ago, I was at work and the local rock station (the HOG 102.9) was just pissing me off. They were playing the same people over and over, so I switched to a country station, specifically FM 106.1. Well they do a syndicated late show for their graveyard shift called After Midnight with Blair Garner. Well he was making this big deal about playing a song for the first time, not on any album, just written kinda thing. Than he starts saying that it will be "officially debuted" on the CMA awards.

Well ok, that perked up my ears, and than he mentioned that it was Martina McBride AND that she co-wrote it. He also said that Martina's husband had sent them the recording and that they would have Martina on. Well now I had to hear it. This cat was curious. A piquing was occurring. So later that night, she was on, they talked a bit, than they played her song.

It was a beautiful and inspiring piece. Her vocals were as usual dead on. But the music and lyrics moved me and still do. The song is Called "Anyway" and is in my opinion a damn near perfect song.

So here ya go...

LYRICS

You can spend your whole life building something from nothing
One storm can come and blow it all away
Build it anyway
You can chase a dream that seems so out of reach and you know it might not ever come your way
Dream it anyway

God is great, but sometimes life ain't good
And when I pray it doesn't always turn out like I think it should
But I do it anyway, I do it anyway

This world's gone crazy and it's hard to believe that tomorrow will be better than today
Believe it anyway
You can love someone with all your heart, for all the right reasons, and in a moment they can choose to walk away
Love 'em anyway

God is great, but sometimes life ain't good
And when I pray it doesn't always turn out like I think it should
But I do it anyway, I do it anyway

You can pour your soul out singing a song you believe in that tomorrow they'll forget you ever sang
Sing it anyway, sing it anyway

I sing, I dream, I love, anyway


and now the song

FEELING SAPPY

You know those times when a song (or in this case a pair of songs) hits the heart strings and makes you laugh, think or it justmakes you tear up? Well that's the case here. It's a song by a country guy named Rodney Atkins. Now this isn't his first album, it's his 3rd and it's called If You're Going Through Hell.

(That's something I found out just before I started writing this...well as I was saying)

He caught my attention with a song called "If You're Going Through Hell (Before the Devil Even Knows)." Now anybody who knows me, I'm the worst song lyric memorizer of all time. Hell there's songs I LOOOOVE that I still don't know all the lyrics to...but again with the difressing. Well by the 3rd or 4th time I heard that song (and lyrics) were stuck in my medulla oblongata.

This time for some reason, completely unknown to me, his second single off this album (gawd does that show my age...I guess to you wee ones in case you have no clue what is referred to when one mentions albums, the terminology of the "street talk" would be...his second single off this CD. See, I'm educating and teaching. It's just something I do. LOL) is called "Watching You" and it it makes me get all emotional and weepy. So after all that here it is.

Lyrics

Driving through town just my boy and me
with a happy meal in his booster seat
knowing that he couldn't have the toy till his nuggets were gone
green traffic light turned straight to red
i hit my breaks and mumbled under my breath
as fries went a flying and his orange drink covered his lap
well then my four year old said a four letter word
that started with "s" and i was concerned
so i said son now where did you learn to talk like that

chorus one

he said i've been watching you dad, ain't that cool
i'm your buckaroo, i wanna be like you
and eat all my food and grow as tall as you are
we got cowboy boots and camo pants
yeah we're just alike, hey ain't we dad
i wanna do everything you do
so i've been watching you

we got back home and i went to the barn
i bowed my head and i prayed real hard
said lord please help me help my stupid self
then this side of bedtime later that night
turning on my son's scooby doo nightlight
he crawled out of bed and he got down on his knees
he closed his little eyes, folded his little hands
and spoke to god like he was talking to a friend
and i said son where'd you learn to pray like that

chorus two

he said i've been watching you dad, ain't that cool
i'm your buckaroo, i wanna be like you and
eat all my food and grow as tall as you are
we like fixing things and holding mama's hand
yeah we're just alike, hey ain't we dad
i wanna do everything you
do so i've been watching you

bridge

with tears in my eyes i wrapped him in a hug
said my little bear is growing up
he said but when i'm big i'll still know what to do

chorus three

cause i've been watching you dad, ain't that cool
i'm your buckaroo, i wanna be like you
and eat all my food and grow as tall as you are
then i'll be as strong as you and superman
we'll be just alike, hey won't we dad
when i can do everything you do
cause i've been watching you

and now the video...

PRETTY PICTURES

What a pretty picture we make.

So happy that you'd never see the black cesspool that grows bigger and bigger where a heart should be. You don't see anything but what you want to see.

"You were all so happy what went wrong?"

Fucking pricks and cunts. You keep closing your eyes and plugging your nose to the festering pile of shit that you put in a pretty picture frame. You obviously missed the fighting, the screaming and the avoiding of each other.

"It'll work itself out."

Lying bastards.

"We didn't see this coming!"

Ignorant and useless mother fuckers. You'd see everything if you took your heads out of your respective and collective fecal orifices. You didn't see anything because it was better for you if you didn't see anything.

"Oh he would never do that!"

Yes, you are so right because the bruises on my back, arms and throat came from the gentle hugs and words of appreciation. Yes, that's where it comes from. Not from an alcoholic tap dance done on a body because you were late coming home from school, by 10 minutes. It had nothing to do with him being a mean mother fucker whenever he swam in his haze of booze.

Or from a loving mother who said "Stop it, if you want to kill him I'll do it for you," than gave a loving embrace with two hands around my throat.

Yeah thanks for the save.

You want a pretty picture?

I can't give you one.

If that's all you expect from me, than you never knew me.

I can live with that.

I already have.

And I still am.