Sunday, January 29, 2023

Stand by Your Man by Tammy Wynette

 Sometimes it's hard to be a woman

Giving all your love to just one man

You'll have bad times, and he'll have good times

Doin' things that you don't understand

But if you love him, you'll forgive him

Even though he's hard to understand

And if you love him, oh be proud of him

'Cause after all he's just a man.

Stand by your man, give him two arms to cling to

And something warm to come to

When nights are cold and lonely.

Stand by your man, and show the world you love him

Keep giving all the love you can.

Stand by your man.

Stand by your man, and show the world you love him

Keep giving all the love you can.

Stand by your man.






Saturday, January 21, 2023

Long Time Gone by Crosby Stills & Nash

 It's been a long time comin'

It's goin' to be a long time goneAnd it appears to be a longAppears to be a longAppears to be a longTime, yes, a long, long, long, long timeBefore the dawn
Turn, turn any cornerHear, you must hear what the people sayYou know there's something that's going on around hereIt surely, surely, surely won't stand the light of day, noAnd it appears to be a long (Yes, it does)Appears to be a long (Mmm)Appears to be a longTime, such a long, long timeBefore the dawn
Speak out, you got to speak out against the madnessYou got to speak your mind if you dareBut don't, no don't, no, try to get yourself electedIf you do, you had better cut your hair, mmmAnd it appears to be a long (Yes, it does)Appears to be a long (Mmmhmm)Appears to be a longTime, such a long, long, long, long timeBefore the dawn, yeah
It's been a long time comin'It's goin' to be a long time goneBut you knowThe darkest hourIs always, always just before the dawn
And it appears to be a longAppears to be a longAppears to be a long time, such a long, long, long, long timeBefore the dawn

Thursday, January 12, 2023

I Ain't Superstitious by Jeff Beck

 I ain't superstitious

Black cat crossed my trailI ain't superstitiousBut a black cat crossed my trailBad luck ain't got me so farAnd I won't let it stop me now
The dogs begin to barkAll over my neighborhood and that ain't allDogs begin to barkAll over my neighborhood (mm, mm)This is a mean old world to live inAnd I can't face it all by myself
At all
And dogs begin to barkAll over my neighborhoodThe dogs begin to barkAll over my neighborhood
I got a feelin' about the futureAnd it ain't too good I know that
I know, I know, I know, I
Ain't superstitiousBut a black cat crossed my trailI said so many times beforeI ain't superstitiousA black cat crossed my trailBad luck ain't got me so farAnd you know I ain't gonna let it stop me now
Come on

Wednesday, January 04, 2023

January On Lake Street by Atmosphere

 The doors open

My left foot sitting on the drivewayYou lookin' at me sidewaysYou tryna predict what I might sayBut my mind ain't here now, I'm thinking 'bout the highwayGone with the gustSing songs for the bombs that fall in the duskWe all want a little too muchTryna clutch anything close enough to touchAnd if I had the meansI would never be the mascot of y'll teamY'll judging trialsI'm shoveling milesWanna go home and try to grow a couple of smilesSo I shift to the capital NIt happened before and it'll happen againRoll backwards into the streetNow talk amongst yourselves but try to keep it on beatI got at least ten minutes to liveYou not a thief just simulativeThere's no need to be a difficult finishYou can see you ain't the only one considering getting it inClaim that you ain't afraid to dieThen why are you afraid to fly?You better face the heightsGet your bravery stripes or get your name deniedCause you was waiting for a safer rideGod bless I set up the bricksStep through the mess didn't wreck the kicksDreamt that I lept off the edge of the ciffCame back said the bodies up in heaven were thickChanging lanes and re-arranging lifeI ain't tryna chase a trail of tail-lightsManage pain to get the placement rightStand up straight when you say goodnight
And each broken glass shows a different viewI deal the truth y'll pick and chooseThis ain't a game for you to win or loseBut I, never been in your shoesBut I, never make supper with suckersIt ain't nothing if it ain't about hungerYou think you cuttin' the lumberAnd I would love to be a fly on the cupboardWhenever that bubble rupturesAnd even when we save the dayWe never do it believing that we don't make mistakesYou don't need to recognize my faceI'm trying to fly through time and spaceToo late to erase meWith the windows down, January on Lake StreetPoppa got a brand new can of paintPut your hands in the air like you work at the bank