The Only Thing Different

So this love song, which is really a lost love song, is one of my earliest memories. I can clearly remember my friend and I sitting in her tiny little bedroom (that she had to herself! Miracle of miracles! I had to share a tiny bedroom with 3 of my 4 brothers.) and she put this record on. I remember her telling me that it was her favorite song.

Mind you, we were all of 6 years old at the time, what did we know about love or lost love? But Patsy Cline’s voice was so amazingly beautiful and expressive that I think I was drawn to the pure emotion in her voice even if I didn’t understand what she was singing about. It was like nothing I had ever heard before. I remember that we would sing along into our hairbrush microphones (anyone else do that?)  and get a bit teary when we sang, “I’ve got these little things, she-ees. go-ot. yooooooooou!”

And yes, to answer your question, I did actually share a room with 3 of my brothers. At one point, all 5 of us were in the same room, but I only have a very fuzzy memory of that. Two sets of bunk beds and a crib in a 10 x 11 room. Talk about close quarters! I finally got my own room when I was 15. Explains a lot, yes?

Anywho. Back to the song.

Wait, hold on. Drunk brain is remembering that this same friend  had  a mom who was inordinately fond of Mercurochrome. You all know Mercurochrome? That antiseptic from ancient times? It stung (stinged, stang)  like a mofo when put on cuts. Once, we had a tremendous wagon wreck in which we both ended up being one giant scrape from head to toe and she poured that stuff all over us, and I swear to god that it felt like she was dipping me in hot oil. The cure was worse than the injury! Also, it stained your skin red for days. Sweet lard. (Oh, hello, old drunk lady! How are you? Come over here and tell us some more boring stories from your childhood.) A google search for the correct spelling of Mercurochrome has informed me that I may have been mercury poisoned by it.  Soooo. Wheeeeee! Mercury poisoning!

Ok. Now back to the song.

Wait, did I mention her bedroom was painted pink? So, she seemed to have it all, right? Well, there was that horrible thing with her pet rabbits. But I’ll save that story for another day. Trust me, it wasn’t pretty.  I left there that day thinking I was damn glad I wasn’t her. Own room or not.

Now. Back to that song.

Get a tissue, listen to it and let Miss Patsy break your heart.

 

“I’ve got your memory, or has it got me?

I really don’t know, but I know it won’t let me be”

 

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If could just understand the meaning of the word

“poor language it doesn’t deserve such  treatment

and all my  stumbling phrases never amounted to anything worth this feeling

oh this heaven, never could describe such a feeling as  I knew it”

 

It seems impossible to find words that will describe love, to say what our hearts are saying. It doesn’t stop anyone from trying though, least of all me.  And Florence sings about the struggle so beautifully!

 

 

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My Heart and Hers are the Same

True love comes in many forms. I’m the luckiest person in the world because I get to love my sweet Beth. This is our song. Be jealous, folks, be very jealous. And then run out and find you a Beth (not mine, go get your own!) to love!

“True love is not the kind of thing you should turn down Don’t ever turn it down”

When true love shows up at your door, make sure you go out and get in the car with it. If you take no other advice that I give, follow that piece. You’ll be very happy you did.

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And I love you, I love you, I love you

This is the song that we will play for our first dance when we renew our vows. If we do that. Twenty-five years together deserves something like another party, don’t your think? And Russ deserves some celebrating for having put up with me all of these years, right?

Marriage is hard, kids. Being human complicates things, makes them all messy sometimes.

We’ve been through so much together…my-cheeks-hurt-from-smiling happy, floating-on-air ecstatic, aren’t-we-amazing contented, this-may-be-the-end bad, I’m-the-damnedest-idiot-on-the-planet hurt, hold-me-I’m-frightened scared, life-is-short sad…and through it all, the one thing that has kept us together is love.

It’s trite. It makes people roll their eyes. Saying love conquers all sounds crazy. Sounds simplistic. It’s not simple. But love makes it possible. All things. It reminds us of who we are and whose we are.

This song is for my Valentine, the man who loves me in a way that astounds me. I can say this to him, I love you, I love you, I love you like never before.

Happy Valentine’s Day, all!

xoxoxox,

jane

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You hurt me and I hate you

Um, wow. Annie Lennox is pissed off in this song. And on this Valentine’s Day eve, I think we’ll let the anti-Valentine’s folks have a say before we go back to our regularly scheduled all love all the time programming.

Lesson from this song: A woman scorned is bad news for you.

For those of you who’ve had your heart broken, sing along and let all that anger out!

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I Have Nothing-bonus late-breaking post

I have nothing, nothing, nothing

If I don’t have you

 

True story.

She’s free of her demons now.

 

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She Gives Me Hot and Cold Fever

Happy Friday, y’all!

Hope you get to experience some of that crazy little thing called love this weekend!

 

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