Many a day I get a song, usually just a snippet of a song, stuck in my head.
Sometimes it's pure tortoure...like hanging by your toenails would be.
Cisco Kid was a friend of mine, a perfect example.
Most times I can't for the life of me figure out what song it is that is playing (only part way) in my brain.
Where did I hear it? What is the title? What are the rest of the words?
I've gone so far as to tell Googie that I'm getting a notebook and writing down the lyrics that swirl in my noggin...surely they will connect, in all their unorganized and scattered beauty, and provide me with a message.
A message from the universe?
Just for the record (in case my message hunch is correct) I don't think that I've ever done anything rotten enough for God to sentence me to a couple of days long "Cisco Kid " mind take over.
Sometimes it really does feel like some kind of horrible punishment.
Other times, the lyrics and melodies that I hum and sing out loud in the car are like a cheap therapy.
For days its been these words.....
"My chains are gone
I've been set free
My God, my Savior has ransomed me...."
That's all I could remember.
Finally, I Googled them.
I was embarrassed when Amazing grace popped up.
"My chains are gone, I've been set free"...man, talk about a tranqualizer.
Oliver Wendell Homes says, "Take a music bath once or twice a week for a few seasons. You will find it is to the soul what a water bath is to the body."
This little doozie ... is a soul jacuzzi.
And this one .... a soul waterfall.
Music and baths...what amazing gifts.
Friday, March 5, 2010
I love a bath.....
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Amazing Grace is one of my favorites too. Your story about getting a song stuck in your head reminded me of school. I teach kindergarten and one student would get in the bathroom and sing at the top of his lungs...always the same song. I guess he felt that if he closed the door, nobody could hear him. We finally told him that we could all hear him, bless his heart.
How cute! I so envy their "honesty". My youngest son is a kindergarten teacher's aide and he shares the funniest stories. Thank you for writing. :-)ReplyDelete