Due to its newness, I was so sure this song was going to be shared that I skipped it. Now that I have gone through all the links that have been posted so far. I see this one didn’t make the cut.
At first I didn’t really care for this song but after all the airplay, I realized that despite the repeating words, the tune was kinda catchy. Without further ado, “Watermelon Sugar” Writer(s): Tyler Sam Johnson, Harry Edward Styles, Thomas Edward Percy Hull, Mitchell Kristopher Rowland.
Jim prompts us with Odor/Scent/Smell/Taste. I immediately thought of the Savage Garden song “I Want You” but for the word taste. I could’ve sworn the lyric was a taste of chica-cherry cola. But alas no taste. Just chica-cherry cola. Hmm.
When I read the remainder of the lyrics I found smell which means I get to stick with my first inclination. This song is one I always want to sing along with but it goes too fast to keep up. Doesn’t stop me from trying. How about y’all try too :). If anything there’s the singable chorus.
Writer(s): Hayes Darren Stanley, Jones Daniel
Anytime I need to see your face, I just close my eyes And I am taken to a place where your crystal mind and Magenta feelings take up shelter in the base of my spine Sweet like a chic-a-cherry cola I don’t need to try and explain; I just hold on tight And if it happens again, I might move so slightly To the arms and the lips and the face of the human cannonball That I need to, I want to
Come stand a little bit closer Breath in and get a bit higher You’ll never know what hit you When I get to you
Ooh, I want you I don’t know if I need you But, ooh, I’d die to find out Ooh, I want you I don’t know if I need you But, ooh, I’d die to find out
I’m the kind of person who endorses a deep commitment Getting comfy getting perfect is what I live for But a look, then a smell of perfume It’s like I’m down on the floor And I don’t know what I’m in for
Conversation has a time and place In the interaction of a lover and a mate, But the time of talking, using symbols, using words Can be likened to a deep sea diver who is swimming with a raincoat
Come stand a little bit closer Breathe in and get a bit higher You’ll never know what hit you When I get to you
Anytime I need to see your face, I just close my eyes And I am taken to a place where your crystal mind and Magenta feelings take up shelter in the base of my spine Sweet like a chic-a-cherry cola
I don’t need to try and explain; I just hold on tight And if it happens again, I might move so slightly To the arms and the lips and the face of the human cannonball That I need to, I want to
Ah we made it to the last Sunday of 2020. Hip, Hip, Hurray!! All the memes out there be harshing on poor ole 2020. Nothing like misdirected irritation/anger huh? As if 2020 (the calendar days) had anything to do with the pandemic.
But we humans find the need the blame. To point fingers. Or maybe not to blame really but find the truth! YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH!!! you few good men & woman. Our species NEEDS to know WHY? For what reason did this travesty have to happen? Just me? Perhaps.
Instead I try to “shake it off” ala Taylor Swift. Curiosity killed Schrodinger’s cat. Do NOT look into that box. Now where was that thought yesterday during stream? I wasn’t thinking about the bad stuff then, when I let loose on #SoCS. And it’s Jilly so surely I jest. As I always do. Not shake it off but laugh it off or try my damned best stop thinking!!!!! How’s all this for waxing philosophical?
I’ve got so many pent up stories inside me from just this week alone. I’m holding back for my sake though. I need to give myself time.
Well to compose myself so that I can write with a logical flow. Right now my thoughts are all AAAHAHAHHAHAAAHHHHHHHHH! *(!&#(UDIUAD *^D&^AYD(.
Instead I am reading self help and slipping deeper into it whatever the eff it is?!?!? Which is exactly what my former therapist told me not to do. Well she didn’t tell me what to do, she asked some questions which lead me to the conclusion that I don’t need to research every fool thing and if reading non-fiction flips my lid well then don’t read non-fiction. When I do that I become overwhelmed with a feeling that someone else cracked the code and if I just do what they did I too will be saved. Hogwash!
What’s good for the goose is only good for the goose. This gander aka Jilly needs to come up with her own plan. In the same way Lulu needs to develop her own plan too. And Pony for that matter and even B. Life’s messy, clean it up.
Whew! That felt fantastic. And now to the real reason we are here today, last week’s roll call.