…I have to remember this….
Sounds like life to me.
It ain’t no fantasy.
It’s just a common case of every day reality.
Man I know it’s tough
but you gotta suck it up.
To hear you talk you’re caught up in some tragedy.
It sounds like life to me.
-Darryl Worley
“Remember when I told you I was never going to stop
lovin' you with all my heart and soul no matter what
now it seems I'm breaking every promise that I made
'Cause every night I'm desperate
askin' God if He would just let me forget it……
but I wake up lovin' you”
Marina Del Rey has been my favorite song for as long as I can remember. Typically, when someone hears the song, they think it has some sort of 'ex love' significance. Wrong. Nothing of the sort. At least not to me. I know, I know. The song talks about making love to a former flame. What the song is about, doesn't have anything to do with why I love this song so much and even go so far as to call it "my favorite song".
You see, I had this grandfather, who was the most important person to me. He was someone I enjoyed spending my time with. We always got to see him (and my grandmother) on the weekends we were with my dad. (Seeing them was the only exciting part about going to dads every other weekend.) I have so many memories of him, that I wouldn't even know where to start if I tried to explain now. Anyway, grandpa used to always like to go to Marina Del Rey for his birthday or Father's Day. Therefore, growing up, I always associated Marina Del Rey with him. Every time I went there, we had a wonderful time. Going around to shops and having dinner at wonderful restaurants, always made the time I spent with him, more special.
In 1993, grandpa passed away. I stopped listening to Marina Del Rey when it would come on the radio. I had a really hard time with it. I was 13, and hadn't yet figured out how to express my emotions properly.
The parts of the song that get me the most are:
When I hear the song, I think about the wonderful times we had in Marina Del Rey. I think about how loves "comes and goes away", and how much his passing affected me. It was really hard for a long time, but now I just smile and think grandpa made them play it on the radio, just for me.
I grew up south of the Mason Dixon
Workin' spittin' huntin' and fishin'
Stone cold country by the grace of God
I was gasin' up the other day
And an ol' boy pulled up with a license plate
From Ohio I thought oh good Lord he's lost
From his wranglers to his boots
He reminded me of Chris LeDoux
And that Copenhagen smile
Country must be country wide
In every state
There's a station
Playin' Cash, Hank, Willie, and Waylon
In foreign cars and four wheel drives
There's cowboys and hillbillies
From farm towns to big cities
There ain't no doubt in my mind
Country must be country wide
It ain't where
It's how you live
We weren't raised to take
We were raised to give
The shirt off our back
To anyone in need
We bow our heads before we eat
Before we start our day
Before we fall asleep
'Cause in god we trust and we believe
And we see what's wrong
And we know what's right
And ol' Hank he said it all
When he said country folks can survive
There ain't no doubt in my mind
Country must be country wide
I’ve had this song stuck in my head all day. I’ve played the song over and over until the people in my office got tired of hearing me sing. Then I sang some more…without the music playing. That’s when they finally all gave up and went home. :-)
Shake it for the young bucks sittin' in the honky-tonks
For the rednecks rockin' 'til the break of dawn
For the DJ spinnin' that country song
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Shake it for the birds, shake it for the bees
Shake it for the catfish swimmin' down deep in the creek
For the crickets and the critters and the squirrels
Shake it to the moon, shake it for me girl.
-Luke Bryan
Woke up late today and I still feel the sting of the pain
But I brushed my teeth anyway
I got dressed through the mess and put a smile on my face
I got a little bit stronger
Riding in the car to work and I'm trying to ignore the hurt
So I turned on the radio, stupid song made me think of you
I listened to it for minute but then I changed it
I'm getting a little bit stronger, just a little bit stronger
And I'm done hoping that we could work it out
I'm done with how it feels, spinning my wheels
Letting you drag my heart around
And, oh, I'm done thinking that you could ever change
I know my heart will never be the same
But I'm telling myself I'll be okay
Even on my weakest days
I get a little bit stronger
-Sara Evans
I woke up bound and determined
That I would not light it up today
But one drag would stop my shakin'
Right now I could go either way
Bad angel, get off of my shoulder
Bad angel, let me be
I'm standing at the cross roads
of Temptation and Salvation Street.
-Dierks Bentley
On my highway the yellow lines,
Have disappeared from time to time,
And I've wound up on the wrong side of the road.
On my highway I've gone too fast,
Afraid that I might finish last,
I hooked a curve too hard and lost control.
I never know which way it's gonna go.
But what a feeling chasing the sun,
Living my life like it's shot from a gun,
Laughing a little bit more with every mile.
Oh what a freedom racing the wind,
Dying to know what’s around the next bend,
And smiling as I watch the years roll by.
I'm learning how to take it day by day, on my highway.
-Jason Aldean
This song brings back some fond memories, and if for one second, you tell me you don’t know the lyrics, I will be saddened. I’m not an EJ fan in any way, shape, or form, but I know ALL the lyrics. Sing along. It’s a great song.
I’m sure I’ll get some sort of comments from the peanut gallery about the lyrics being so appropriate or right on. Grr @ people who are right. (Liz - the funny dancing he does at 1:42 is for you.)
I've always said that one's enough to love
Now I hear you're bragging one is not enough
Something tells me you're not satisfied
You got plans to make me one of four or five
I guess this kind of thing's just in your blood
But you won't catch me carving up my love
I ain't no puzzle piece that needs to fit
If it takes more than me let's call it quits
`Cause I don't wanna go on with you like that
Don't wanna be a feather in your cap
I just wanna tell you honey I ain't mad
But I don't wanna go on with you like that
It gets so hard sometimes to understand
This vicious circle's getting out of hand
Don't need an extra eye to see
That the fire spreads faster in a breeze
And I don't wanna go on with you like that
Don't wanna be a feather in your cap
I just wanna tell you honey I ain't mad
But I don't wanna go on with you like that
No I don't wanna go on with you like that
One more set of boots on your welcome mat
You'll just have to quit them if you want me back
`Cause I don't wanna go on with you like that
Oh if you wanna spread it around sister that's just fine
But I don't want no second hand feeding me lines
If you wanna hold someone in the middle of the night
Call out the guards, turn out the light
And I don't wanna go on with you like that
Don't wanna be a feather in your cap
I just wanna tell you honey I ain't mad
But I don't wanna go on with you like that
No I don't wanna go on with you like that
One more set of boots on your welcome mat
You'll just have to quit them if you want me back
`Cause I don't wanna go on with you like that
Turn the quiet up, turn the noise down, let this ol' world, just spin around
I wanna feel it swing, wanna feel it sway, and put some feel good in my soul
Drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke
Want a little more right, and a little less left, little more right now, a little less what's next
Act like tomorrow's ten years away, and just kick back and let the feelin' flow
Drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke
I set my sails for a new direction, but the wind got in my way
I changed my course, but my definition of change, just ain't the same
I'm gonna sit right here, stay away from there, I'm gonna make pretend, I just don't care
And I could get up, go get her back, or maybe I'll just let her go
Drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke
Kick back, gives the blues a spin, break out the wine, forget again
Dig down deep, find my stash, light it up, take me back
Kick back, gives the blues a spin, break out the wine, forget again
Dig down deep, find my stash, light it up, memory crash
Oh no, I don’t know, baby, it might take, all night
Then I’ll maybe break out that old rock and roll
Drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke
-Eric Church
You make me smile like a sun, Fall outta bed
Sing like a bird, Dizzy in my head
Spin like a record, Crazy on a Sunday night
You make me dance like fool, Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold, Buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Oh, you make me smile
Waitin' at a stop light yesterday, as a funeral procession made its way, through the gates. I watched it roll up a winding road, through a field of green with white headstones, all in a row. And it made me think about where I'm at, on my not so straight and narrow path. All the generous and mostly undeserved, blessings that I've had.
I had an all-American Mom and Dad, some of the coolest friends you could ever have. Found love I thought I'd never find. Sometimes I can't believe this life is mine. And I'm not plannin' on leavin' yet, but the truth is, you just never know, and if this is as good as it gets, man, I think I'm good to go.
I said a prayer for the dearly departed, and the loved ones left broken hearted, then traffic started. And I drove away a little more able, to see the good things on my table, and that I'm grateful. 'Cause I've had my troubles, I've had my trials; I've hit the mark and I've missed by miles. Had days that I've been fightin' mad, but the good times have more than outweighed the bad.
Got to hold my newborn baby boy, and the hand of a man as he slipped from this world. I've laughed so hard, I couldn't stop, seen the sunrise from a mountain top. And I'm not plannin' on leavin' yet, but the truth is, you just never know, and if this is as good as it gets, man, I think I'm good to go.
I've been thinkin' bout where I'm at, on my not so straight and narrow path, and I wouldn't wanna change nothin' about, this "roll with the punches" life I've had.
I had an all-American Mom and Dad, some of the coolest friends you could ever have. Found love I thought I'd never find. I can't believe this life is mine. And I'm not plannin' on leavin' yet, but the truth is, you just never know, and if this is as good as it gets, I'm good to go. ~Jason Aldean
I love this song, so naturally, I had to share. It’s from Blake Shelton’s new album Hillbilly Bone. There’s no video, so just listen as you follow along to the words I’ve so generously provided. :-)
Tearin' down a dirt road
Rebel flag flyin'
Coon dog in the back
Truck bed loaded down with beer
And a cold one in my lap
Earnhart sticker behind my head
And my woman by my side
Tail-pipe's poppin'
the radio's rockin' "Country Boy Can Survive"
If you got a problem with that, ha ha!
You can kiss my country ass.
Well, I love Turkey calls, overalls, Wrangler jeans
Smoke nothin' but Marlboro reds
Tattoos up & down my arms,
And deer heads over my bed.
My Granddaddy fought in World War Two,
My Daddy went to Vietnam.
And I ain't scared to grab my gun,
And fight for my homeland.
If you don't love the American flag,
You can kiss my country ass.
If you're a down home, backwoods redneck,
Hey come on, stand up and raise your glass.
But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd,
You can kiss my country ass. Aw yeah!
[Instrumental break]
Aw yeah...
Well, there's a whole lotta high-class people out there
That's lookin' down on me
Cause the country club where I belong
Is the Honky Tonk till three in the mornin'
Don't wear no fancy clothes
No ties or three piece suits.
You can find me in my camouflage cap
My t-shirt and cowboy boots
If that don't fit your social class
You can kiss my country ass
If you're a down home, backwoods redneck
Hey, come on, stand up and raise your glass
But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd
You can kiss my country ass
Well I'm a front-porch sittin',
Guitar pickin', moonshine sippin',
Backer juice spittin' country boy from the woods
And I love fried chicken & blue gill fishin'
And outlaw women, an' I wouldn't change if I could. NO!
I ain't tryin' to start no fight, but I'll finish one every time
So you just mind your own damn business
Stay the hell outta mine.
If you got a problem with that
You can kiss my country ass
I said if you got a problem with any of that
You can kiss my natural born, Redneck to the bone
Ever-lovin' country ass.
Oh. Em. Geeeeeee. Have you heard this song? I ♥♥♥ it sooo much. ‘Cause it’s fun. Fun, fun, fun…till your daddy takes the t-bird away. Oops. Got a little carried away there. Apologies.
Kevin Fowler seems to have set his sights on following in the footsteps of Pat Green and Jack Ingram to national success with his latest effort, "Pound Sign (#?*!)." Does he have a single which will appeal to the masses outside of the southwest? I sure hope so, cause this song is fuuuuuuuuun!
Don’t worry about the smallness of the video screen. There’s nothing there to watch, so just read the lyrics along with the song. It’s cute. I swear. Enjoy! :-)
Dog tired, yeah I’m wired
Up tighter than an E string about to break
Tail draggin’, a little ragged
Hangin’ by a thread that’s startin’ to fray
Just in case there might be little ears around,
I won’t say it, I’ll just spell it out
chorus:
I feel like #?*! (pound sign, question mark, star, exclamation point)
Don’t give a blank and a whole lotta other choice words I can’t say
Today I feel like #?*! (pound sign, question mark, star, exclamation point)
Hung over, a lot closer
To ringin’ death’s door than I was yesterday
Head achin’ hands shakin’
Badly in need of a shower and shave
Yeah I know I’m lookin’ a little rough,
The least I can do is clean my language up
I feel like #?*! (pound sign, question mark, star, exclamation point)
Don’t give a blank and a whole lotta other choice words I can’t say
Today I feel like #?*! (pound sign, question mark, star, exclamation point)
(instrumental)
I think I partied a little too hard last night
Let’s see here now how do I put this right?
I feel like #?*! (pound sign, question mark, star, exclamation point)
Don’t give a blank and a whole lotta other choice words I can’t say
Today I feel like #?*! (pound sign, question mark, star, exclamation point)
Don’t give a blank and a whole lotta other choice words I can’t say
Today I feel like #?*! (pound sign, question mark, star, exclamation point)
% @ / ~ (percentage sign, at symbol, backslash, squiggle thing)
#?*! (pound sign, question mark, star, exclamation point)
See…country music can be fun. Not always about your spouse leaving you, dog running away, truck breaking down, blah, blah, blah. There are funny songs about alcohol making clothes fall off, funny songs about myspace/facebook, songs about birds singing in the trees, songs about dogs, songs about riding tractors, songs about falling in love in high school, songs about …. I think you get the point, so no need to go on.
By the way, there was a country song done years ago by David Allan Coe and featured Waylon Jennings, Charlie Pride and Merle Haggard (3 of country music’s greatest singers) – in 1994 to be exact – about the “typical country” song. Listen to it here. It’s a good laugh, at the very least. The final verse, as you will hear, was added in later. It was a satirical final verse that intentionally uses exaggerations of country music clichés. Enjoy!
