Showing posts with label Music to Heal By. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music to Heal By. Show all posts
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Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Love Don't Die - The Fray
If I know one thing, that's true
It ain't what you say, it's what you do
And you don't say much, yeah, that's true
But I listen when you do
A thousand years go by
But love don't die
If I know one thing, that's true
It's that I'm never leaving you
And you don't say much, yeah, that's true
But I lose it when you do
Don't let them tell no lie
Love don't die
No matter where we go
Or even if we don't
And even if they try
They'll never take my body from your side
Love don't die
If there is one thing, that's true
It's not what I say, it's what I do
And I say too much, yeah, that's true
So just listen to what I do
A thousand years go by
But love don't die
No matter where we go
Or even if we don't
And even if they try
They'll never take my body from your side
Love don't die
She can break it up
She can burn it down
You can box it in
Bury it in the ground
You can close it off
And turn it away
Try to keep it down,
Six feet in the ground
But love don't die
No matter where we go
Or even if we don't
And even if they try
They'll never take my body from your side
Love don't die
No matter where we go
Or even if we don't
I’d like to watch them try
They'll never take my body from your side
Love don't die
It ain't what you say, it's what you do
And you don't say much, yeah, that's true
But I listen when you do
A thousand years go by
But love don't die
If I know one thing, that's true
It's that I'm never leaving you
And you don't say much, yeah, that's true
But I lose it when you do
Don't let them tell no lie
Love don't die
No matter where we go
Or even if we don't
And even if they try
They'll never take my body from your side
Love don't die
If there is one thing, that's true
It's not what I say, it's what I do
And I say too much, yeah, that's true
So just listen to what I do
A thousand years go by
But love don't die
No matter where we go
Or even if we don't
And even if they try
They'll never take my body from your side
Love don't die
She can break it up
She can burn it down
You can box it in
Bury it in the ground
You can close it off
And turn it away
Try to keep it down,
Six feet in the ground
But love don't die
No matter where we go
Or even if we don't
And even if they try
They'll never take my body from your side
Love don't die
No matter where we go
Or even if we don't
I’d like to watch them try
They'll never take my body from your side
Love don't die
Thursday, August 1, 2013
Ghosts That We Knew - Mumford & Sons
So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light
'Cause oh that gave me such a fright
But I will hold as long as you like
Just promise me we'll be alright
Saturday, July 13, 2013
From Where You Are - Lifehouse
I miss the years that were erased
I miss the way the sunshine would light up your face
I miss all the little things
I never thought that they'd mean everything to me
Yeah I miss you
And I wish you were here
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Another birthday he'll never celebrate
Today would have been Steve's 50th birthday. Instead, he'll forever be 47.
This is the first year since his death that I've stayed home in Richmond. The past two years I've gone to Italy. I don't know that it's more difficult or easier, it's simply different. But, damn, I can't get that man out of my head. Puts me in a New York state of mind.
Love you, baby. Always.
This is the first year since his death that I've stayed home in Richmond. The past two years I've gone to Italy. I don't know that it's more difficult or easier, it's simply different. But, damn, I can't get that man out of my head. Puts me in a New York state of mind.
Love you, baby. Always.
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Just Remember I Love You - Firefall
Woke up this morning with this song playing in my head... I like to think it's a message from Steve.
Friday, March 2, 2012
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Turning Japanese - The Vapors
When "Turning Japanese" hit the air waves in 1980, I was all of seven years old. Of course it continued to play on the radio for a few years so about the time I became aware of music I would hear it from time to time. Never gave it much thought except it had a catchy beat and a nice oriental guitar rift that I liked.
It wasn't until I married Steve that he explained what 'turning Japanese' meant. Then he pantomimed the action along with the face. I found this so completely hysterical that I would randomly ask him to 'turn Japanese' for me a couple times a year. It never failed to send me into gales of laughter.
Whenever I hear this song I can see his face perfectly. I still laugh my ass off.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Bouncing Around the Room - Phish
Steve liked telling me about a dream he had in his twenties. He dreamt he was in a bar, carrying on as he normally did in his waking hours, when he met a curly redhead. He couldn't remember what they said to each other only that they spoke for a few moments when she turned and walked out the door. He said when he woke he felt sad because he knew she was the woman he was supposed to spend the rest of his life beside. Then he'd reach up, pull on one of my curls, and tell me how happy he was to have finally found me.
The first time I heard this song, it just felt like Steve. It has always made me smile when it rotated into play on our iPod. It wasn't until I went searching for the words that I realized why Steve would reach over and pull on one of my curls when it played.
It still feels like Steve. And I still smile when it rotates in to play.
the woman was a dream I had
though rather hard to keep
for when my eyes were watching hers, they closed, and I was still asleep
for when my hand was holding hers
she whispered words and I awoke
and faintly bouncing round the room
the echo of whomever spoke
and I awoke, and faintly bouncing round the room
the echo of whomever spoke
the place I sought was far beneath, the surface of the sea
my sight was poor, but I was sure
the sirens sang their song for me
they dance above me as I sink
I see them through a crystal haze
and hear the bouncing round the room
the neverending coral maze,
the crystal haze,
and hear the bouncing round the room
the neverending coral maze
then before and now once more, I'm bouncing round the room
that time then and once again, I'm bouncing round the room
that time then and once again, I'm bouncing round the room
that time then and once again, I'm bouncing round the room
that time then and once again, I'm bouncing round the room
and I awoke, faintly bouncing round the room
the echo of whomever spoke
and I awoke, faintly bouncing round the room
the echo of whomever spoke
and I awoke, faintly bouncing round the room
the echo of whomever spoke
The first time I heard this song, it just felt like Steve. It has always made me smile when it rotated into play on our iPod. It wasn't until I went searching for the words that I realized why Steve would reach over and pull on one of my curls when it played.
It still feels like Steve. And I still smile when it rotates in to play.
the woman was a dream I had
though rather hard to keep
for when my eyes were watching hers, they closed, and I was still asleep
for when my hand was holding hers
she whispered words and I awoke
and faintly bouncing round the room
the echo of whomever spoke
and I awoke, and faintly bouncing round the room
the echo of whomever spoke
the place I sought was far beneath, the surface of the sea
my sight was poor, but I was sure
the sirens sang their song for me
they dance above me as I sink
I see them through a crystal haze
and hear the bouncing round the room
the neverending coral maze,
the crystal haze,
and hear the bouncing round the room
the neverending coral maze
then before and now once more, I'm bouncing round the room
that time then and once again, I'm bouncing round the room
that time then and once again, I'm bouncing round the room
that time then and once again, I'm bouncing round the room
that time then and once again, I'm bouncing round the room
and I awoke, faintly bouncing round the room
the echo of whomever spoke
and I awoke, faintly bouncing round the room
the echo of whomever spoke
and I awoke, faintly bouncing round the room
the echo of whomever spoke
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Iridescent - Linkin Park
When you were standing in the wake of devastation
when you were waiting on the edge of the unknown
with the cataclysm raining down, insides crying save me now
you were there and possibly alone.
Do you feel cold and lost in desperation
you build up all the failures all you've known
remember all the sadness and frustration
and let it go, let it go.
And in the burst of light that blinded every angel
as if the sky had blown the heavens into stars
you felt the gravity of temper grace falling into empty space
no one there to catch you in their arms.
Do you feel cold and lost in desperation
you build up all the failures all you've known
remember all the sadness and frustration
and let it go, let it go.
Do you feel cold and lost in desperation
you build up all the failures all you've known
remember all the sadness and frustration
and let it go,
let it go
let it go
let it go
let it go
Do you feel cold and lost in desperation
you build up all the failures all you've known
remember all the sadness and frustration
and let it go, let it go.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
O Sole Mio - The Three Tenors
What a beautiful thing is a sunny day,
The air is serene after a storm
The air's so fresh that it already feels like a celebration
What a beautiful thing is a sunny day
But another sun,
that's brighter still
It's my own sun
that's upon your face!
The sun, my own sun
It's upon your face!
It's upon your face!
When night comes and the sun has gone down,
I almost start feeling melancholy;
I'd stay below your window
When night comes and the sun has gone down.
But another sun,
that's brighter still
It's my own sun
that's upon your face!
The sun, my own sun
It's upon your face!
It's upon your face!
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
"Somebody to Love" from Steve
As the weather has been especially nice, I've found myself getting outside more. Steve and I loved sitting on the back deck, watching the birds fly to their feeders, and catching up on every little thing. It always felt like we had better conversations on the back deck than on the couch where the television could distract us. And, as I've mentioned, it was one of Steve's favorite places to play his guitar.
The nicer the weather, the more time I spend out back. The more time I spend out back, the more I reminisce about the time Steve and I spent out there. And I keep hearing the neighbor's comment about throwing open her windows every time Steve would play sitting outside.
And so, I thought I'd share another tune, "Somebody to Love". It's instrumental, which I also love because as far as I know, it's the only instrumental The Scrubbs recorded.
DISCLAIMER: (again) I ask you to be nice. Please don't upload this music somewhere else, use it for your own purposes, or even be so bold as to say it's you playing. Because this band worked hard, put their hearts into this, and a widow who wants to share shouldn't get shafted.
The nicer the weather, the more time I spend out back. The more time I spend out back, the more I reminisce about the time Steve and I spent out there. And I keep hearing the neighbor's comment about throwing open her windows every time Steve would play sitting outside.
And so, I thought I'd share another tune, "Somebody to Love". It's instrumental, which I also love because as far as I know, it's the only instrumental The Scrubbs recorded.
DISCLAIMER: (again) I ask you to be nice. Please don't upload this music somewhere else, use it for your own purposes, or even be so bold as to say it's you playing. Because this band worked hard, put their hearts into this, and a widow who wants to share shouldn't get shafted.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
"I Know You Rider" from Steve
Steve used to sit right outside the bathroom, door ajar, and play his guitar for me while I showered. He'd strum, stomp his foot, and sing. I felt like Elizabeth Taylor in Cleopatra, being sung to while bathing. And when I emerged, Steve always received a standing ovation. Which, he would explain, always kept him coming back to the same venue.
Steve would also take his acoustic guitar to play out on the back deck. I loved listening to the music drift in through the open windows as I washed dishes or finished the ironing. Stupid menial household chores made better on a lazy Sunday afternoon with his music. Just the other week my neighbor flagged me down and said how much she has wanted to come by to give her condolences. She felt awkward trying to approach me since she hadn't known until several months after he died. She decided she had to say something to me after the warm weather appeared. Evidently, she had come to recognize the arrival of spring each year when she heard him playing outside and would run to open her windows to hear the music more clearly.
It brought tears to my eyes when she told me this. To find out that others enjoyed those alfresco musical moments as much as I did. It would have given Steve great pleasure to know that someone rushed to open windows every time he stepped outside to play. An audience we never knew about.
The song below was recorded by Steve's band, The Scrubbs. It's the only acoustic file I can find. I like this recording best out of all that I've found because, at home, he mostly played acoustically. It sounds more familiar to my ears. It sounds more like Steve to me. I'd like to share a bit of that here, with you.
DISCLAIMER: I've been desperately trying to find a way to share the .wma (music) files that Steve recorded with his band. The best format I can find, without having to create yet another account somewhere, is to use my SkyDrive. (Thank you Microsoft!) It does mean, however, that when you click on the song it will download to your computer. So I ask you to be nice. Please don't upload it somewhere else, use it for your own purposes, or even be so bold as to say it's you playing. Because it's my husband, my Steve, playing that guitar. He's also one of several, singing.
Steve would also take his acoustic guitar to play out on the back deck. I loved listening to the music drift in through the open windows as I washed dishes or finished the ironing. Stupid menial household chores made better on a lazy Sunday afternoon with his music. Just the other week my neighbor flagged me down and said how much she has wanted to come by to give her condolences. She felt awkward trying to approach me since she hadn't known until several months after he died. She decided she had to say something to me after the warm weather appeared. Evidently, she had come to recognize the arrival of spring each year when she heard him playing outside and would run to open her windows to hear the music more clearly.
It brought tears to my eyes when she told me this. To find out that others enjoyed those alfresco musical moments as much as I did. It would have given Steve great pleasure to know that someone rushed to open windows every time he stepped outside to play. An audience we never knew about.
The song below was recorded by Steve's band, The Scrubbs. It's the only acoustic file I can find. I like this recording best out of all that I've found because, at home, he mostly played acoustically. It sounds more familiar to my ears. It sounds more like Steve to me. I'd like to share a bit of that here, with you.
DISCLAIMER: I've been desperately trying to find a way to share the .wma (music) files that Steve recorded with his band. The best format I can find, without having to create yet another account somewhere, is to use my SkyDrive. (Thank you Microsoft!) It does mean, however, that when you click on the song it will download to your computer. So I ask you to be nice. Please don't upload it somewhere else, use it for your own purposes, or even be so bold as to say it's you playing. Because it's my husband, my Steve, playing that guitar. He's also one of several, singing.
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