They say if you fly to the Wrong Planet, then right and straight on til morning, you get to Barbieland...
"Closer to Fine" by the Indigo Girls
I stopped by the bar at 3 A.M. To seek solace in a bottle or possibly a friend And I woke up with a headache like my head against a board Twice as cloudy as I'd been the night before And I went in seeking clarity
I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains I looked to the children, I drank from the fountains We go to the doctor, we go to the mountains We look to the children, we drink from the fountain Yeah, we go to the Bible, we go through the workout We read up on revival, we stand up for the lookout
There's more than one answer to these questions Pointing me in a crooked line And the less I seek my source for some definitive (The less I seek my source) Closer I am to fine
She was a big boned gal from southern Alberta You just couldn't call her small And you can bet every Saturday night She'd be heading for the legion hall
She put her blue dress on and she curled her hair Oh, she's been waiting all week With a bounce in her step and a wiggle in her walk She'd be swinging down the street
But you could tell she was ready by the look in her eye As she slipped in through the crowd She walked with grace as she entered the place The big boned gal was proud
Now people would come from miles around Gather there to dance But when the big boned gal came shufflin' in She'd hold them in a trance
Hey, hey, the big boned gal Ain't no doubt she's a natural Shakin' and a'snakin' And a'breakin' up across the floor
Someone already posted Leonard Cohen. But here's another deep-voiced Canadian troubadour who, at the right time for the right person, is empowering. Is she empowering for you?
"Girl on a Road" by Ferron
My momma was a waitress, My daddy a truckdriver. The thing that kept their power from them Slowed me down awhile. I remember the morning That was the closing of my youth, When I said goodbye to no one And in that way faced my truth And a walk along the river And a rain a'coming down And a girl on a road
There's a rhythm to a highway To match the rhythm of your fears. My shopping bag possessions scattered With my splattered tears. A string of nights in truck stops And in darkness and in lies And a man they all called Tigerboy He just had to show me why. He just had to give me something I'd forever understand As a girl on a road.
Rain upon the water Makes footprints sunk in sand Anger upon angry hurt Take me by the hand Take me by the heartstrings And pull me deep inside And say I'm one with your forgiveness And separate from my pride
I don't know what it's like for you But here's what it's like for me... I wanted to turn beautiful And serve eternity And never follow money Or love with greasy hands, Or move the earth and waters Just to make it fit my plans My eyes would be the harbor, My words the perfect place For a girl on a road
I met you in the summer, I left you in the fall. In between we did some living I like to think that's all But now I see words can be like weapons No matter that they're small, I used three tiny words on you And then beat it down the hall. Does this road go on forever? Does this terror know no end For a girl on a road?
You cannot measure what it takes To mend a withered heart. They'll tell you at the onset Everybody does their part. I did my best to follow The calling of my soul. But, it's like that first guitar I played At the center is a hole, At the center is a longing that I cannot understand as a girl on a road.
But if music be a boulder, Let me carry it a long while. Let it turn into a feather, Let it brush against my smile. Let the life be somewhat settled With the life that song has made. Let there be nothing I am longing for In some plan I may have made, In some story quickly written During a long forgotten time As a girl on a road.
Rain upon the water Makes footprints sunk in sand. Anger upon angry hurt, Take me by the hand. Take me by the heartstrings And pull me deep inside And say I'm one with your forgiveness And separate from my pride
"Middle Age Blues Boogie" by The Uppity Blues Women
Well I was looking round and checking out my very best friends Seems that they'd all taken up with the young young men... Seems that when you reach around middle age You don't want a final chapter, you want to write another page... I need a young man, to drive away my middle-age blues
Well seems like men my age are all married, boring or tied You got to find a young man if you want to feel desired... Now some of my friends is worried 'bout what people may say I say age ain't nothin' but a number the good lord made it that way... I need a young man, to drive away my middle-age blues
You know he can get it up and he can get on down He'll help you do the dishes, take you out on the town... He'll let you navigate cause he ain't worried 'bout seniority You can tell him where to put it, keeping you happy is his priority I need a young, young man, to drive away my middle-age blues
Well I'll forget about my arthritis, my backache, my lumbago That young man makes me tango at the horizontal disco I'm cleaning out my closet, I'm no longer sentimental Forget about experience, I'd rather have potential A young man to drive away my middle age blues
Well, I don't need no reefer, I don't need no cocaine All I need is a young man to drive me insane... I'm throwing away my dustmop, got a brand new vacuum cleaner... I'm no longer taken for granted, my young man's sexy but sweeter... A young, young man, to drive away my middle-age blues
An old woman don't yell An old woman don't tell An old woman don't swell An she's grateful as hell I need a young, young man, to drive away my middle-age blues
Age ain't nothin but a number And like a rare wine, you don't get older, you just get better... Give me a young young man...
These men that I've been seeing, baby Got their soul up on the shelf You know they could never love me When they can't even love themselves
But I need someone to love me Someone to really understand Who won't put himself above me Who just loves me like a man
I've never seen such losers, darlin' Even though I tried to find a man who could take me home Stead of takin' me for a ride
And I need someone to love me I know you can Believe me when I tell you You can love me like a man
They all want me to rock them Like my back ain't got no bone I want a man to rock me like my backbone was his own Darlin', I know you can Believe me when I tell you You can love me like a man
I come home sad and lonely Feel like I wanna cry I want a man to hold me, not some fool to ask me why
Barbra Streisand and Donna Summer- "Enough is Enough"
If you've had enough, don't put up with his stuff, don't you do it If you've had your fill, get the check pay the bill, you can do it Tell him to just get out, Nothing left to talk about Pack his raincoat show him out Just look him in the eye and simply shout:
Enough is enough I can't go on, I can't go on no more no Enough is enough I want him out, I want him out that door now
If you've reached the end, Don't pretend that is right when it's over If the feeling is gone don't think twice just move on, get it over Tell him to just get out, say it clearly, spell it out:
Enough is enough is enough I can't go on, I can't go on no more no Enough is enough is enough I want him out, I want him out that door now
Come on, girls! Do you believe in love? 'Cause I got something to say about it And it goes something like this
Don't go for second best, baby Put your love to the test You know, you know, you've got to Make him express how he feels And maybe then you'll know your love is real
You don't need diamond rings Or eighteen karat gold Fancy cars that go very fast You know they never last, no no What you need is a big strong hand To lift you to your higher ground Make you feel like a queen on a throne Make him love you 'til you can't come down
Don't go for second best, baby Put your love to the test You know, you know, you've got to Make him express how he feels And maybe then you'll know your love is real
Long stem roses are the way to your heart But he needs to start with your head Satin sheets are very romantic What happens when you're not in bed? You deserve the best in life So if the time isn't right, then move on Second best is never enough You'll do much better, baby, on your own
Express yourself You've got to make him express himself Hey, hey, hey, hey So if you want it right now, make him show you how Express what he's got, oh baby, ready or not
Cyndi Lauper - Try a Little Tenderness (Live at the White House) https://youtu.be/JK9ls-sct78?si=pe7kVJh8YwlYKy11 I love the way she leads the band, and delivers a powerful sermon on how to treat a loved one.
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Well, if you've been a married woman And things didn't seem to work out Divorce is the key to bein' loose and free So you're gonna be talked about Everybody knows that you've loved once They think you'll love again You can't have a male friend When you're a has-been or a woman You're rated X
And if you're rated X, you're some kind of gold Even men turnin' silver try to make But I think it's wrong to judge every picture If a cheap camera makes a mistake And when your best friend's husband says to you You've sure started lookin' good You shoulda known he would, and he would if he could And he will if you're rated X
Well, nobody knows where you're goin' But they sure know where you've been All they're thinkin' of is your experience of love Oh, their minds eat up with sin The women all look at you like you're bad The men all hope you are But if you go too far, you're gonna wear the scar Of a woman rated X
And if you're rated X, you're some kind of gold That even men turnin' silver try to make But I think it's wrong to judge every picture If a cheap camera makes a mistake And when your best friend's husband says to you You've sure started lookin' good You shoulda known he would, and he would if he could And he will if you're rated X
Why, us women don't have a chance 'Cause if you've been married, you can't have no fun at all No, you're rated X No matter what you do, they're gonna talk about you Look down their noses I, I don't know what to think about it Just give 'em somethin' to talk about, I guess
_________________ “The darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.” — from Four Quartets by T.S. Eliot
Black sheep, cryin' those rebel tears It's a battle to survive these lonely years Black sheep, you live up to your name You've been told for way too long that you're the one to blame
You never mean to hurt yourself or anyone around you But trouble's like a curse, a curse you didn't choose The house you're in is like a cage, the walls are full o' rage It's hard to breathe, but hard to leave
, you'll make a home of your own (Oh) don't let anyone turn your unique into flaws (Oh) yeah, you know that I love you the way that you are (Oh) take those sticks and stones (oh) and make a home of your own (Oh) every warrior grows from her battles and scars (Oh) yeah, you know that I love you the way that you are
Black sheep, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Dear black sheep, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh
It runs deep, it's insatiable That hunger to be seen and to be understood Black sheep, they call me that, too I've wrestled with the dark, but I made it through And so will you
_________________ “The darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.” — from Four Quartets by T.S. Eliot
No remorse, no regret I forgive every word you said... I didn't wanna leave you I didn't wanna fight Started to cry, but then remembered I I can buy myself flowers Write my name in the sand... Yeah, I can love me better than you can.
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