how could anyone fail to notice that your loving is a miracle?how deeply you're connected to my soul

[primroseburrows]

I promise, I promise, that everyone who asked for songs will get them tomorrow (well, okay, day after tomorrow. Darned RL) at the latest. Anyone else who wants me to give them one, drop me a comment there or here.


And in a similar vein, I have a question for y'all. What song do you give yourself? What's your theme song in life? I guess there probably are several for most people, but what I'm asking for is an overriding, inclusive theme song that you can say, "Yes, this is mine. This is me."

Use yousendit if you can, because I'd really, really love to hear.

Here's mine: Libby Roderick - How Could Anyone

The lyrics are simple:

How could anyone ever tell you
You were anything less than beautiful?
How could anyone ever tell you
You were less than whole?

How could anyone fail to notice
That your loving is a miracle?
How deeply you're connected to my soul.

There are a very few songs that make me cry. This one does. The nine-year-old me actually sobs when she hears it, because she never really did when it mattered. *loves*

Also, this song reminds me of my peacey. *hugs her*

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[songdog.livejournal.com]

I can't really have one theme song in life, but the one that consistently rings true has been the same since I first heard it in 1991:
http://s61.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0NWFFR1U8YZOB13Q5G55NVDNZ3

Moves like a fist through the traffic
Anger and no one can heal it
Shoves a little bump into the momentum
It's just a little lump
But you feel it
In the creases and the shadows
With a rattling deep emotion
The cool, cool river
Sweeps the wild, white ocean

Yes Boss. The government handshake
Yes Boss. The crusher of language
Yes Boss. Mr. Stillwater,
The face at the edge of the banquet
The cool, the cool river
The cool, the cool river

I believe in the future
I may live in my car
My radio tuned to
The voice of a star
Songdogs barking at the break of dawn
Lightning pushes the edge of a thunderstorm
And these old hopes and fears
Still at my side

Anger and no one can heal it
Slides through the metal detector
Lives like a mole in a motel
A slide in a slide projector
The cool, cool river
Sweeps the wild, white ocean
The rage of love turns inward
To prayers of devotion
And these prayers are
The constant road across the wilderness
These prayers are
These prayers are the memory of God
The memory of God

And I believe in the future
We shall suffer no more
Maybe not in my lifetime
But in yours I feel sure
Songdogs barking at the break of dawn
Lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm
And these streets
Quiet as a sleeping army
Send their battered dreams to heaven, to heaven
For the mother's restless son
Who is a witness to, who is a warrior
Who denies his urge to break and run


Who says: Hard times?
I'm used to them
The speeding planet burns
I'm used to that
My life's so common it disappears
And sometimes even music
Cannot substitute for tears

(Especially the last verse.)

This song is also, of course, where I got my online name.

Lately I have also been deeply identifying with:
http://s61.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=3GS6WN3RCAIEQ1TLXJHBUHMKC9

GOIN’ BACK
by Gerry Goffin & Carole King

I think I’m going back
to the things I learned so well in my youth
I think I’m returning to
the days when I was young enough to know the truth

Now there are no games to only pass the time
No more electric trains, no more trees to climb
Thinking young and growing older is no sin
And I can play the game of life to win

I can recall a time
when I wasn’t ashamed to reach out to a friend
Now I think I’ve got
a lot more than my toys to lend

Now there’s much to do than watch my sailboat glide
And every day can be my magic carpet ride
A little bit of freedom is all we lack
So catch me if you can, I’m going back

A little bit of courage is all we lack
So catch me if you can, I’m going back
Going back