A Bed of Songs & Stories

"The Promise" - When in Rome You know what's awesome? Re-enacting an unbelievable first kiss over and over again. That's what. You know what's even awesome- er than that? Laughing because you can't get the lines just right. Like the falling over each other and giggling through each effort kinda laugh. You know what's beyond awesome- est than that? Feeling that it's a trip that you actually get a second chance to perfect something that was already perfect to begin with and then realizing you can't really repeat too much of a good thing, but you try anyway just to see if you can make it through this reenactment at least once. Now, I don't know what's more awesome. That first time all those years ago... Or all these times we created in a single afternoon. Lyrics: If you need a friend don't look to a stranger You know in the end I'll always be there And when you're in doubt and when you're in danger Take a look all around

"She Believes In Me" - Kenny Rogers I don't know why it's hard for me to see it from your point of view. I can't explain it, but I really don't mean any harm when I second guess the things you do or even dream to do. I never did this before (as I'm sure you remember quite well) and know that this isn't how I am. I'm just not trying to play that Superwoman card all over again. I know deep down in my heart that you are stronger and much smarter than my past. I know because I know. You've done what you've said you were going to do and trust me when I say keeping promises is by far what I'm not used to. It's just going to take me longer than a minute to let you feel it too... to let this awfully high guard of mine down. You're an incredibly amazing man and your heart is genuinely in the right place to carry mine and I know you're ready to conquer the world. You've been ready for some time now, but the thing is I'm still

"Wonderwall" - Oasis I'm feeling mighty accomplished with you, Dear Blog. I spent some quality time with your Playlist partners and miraculously recovered over 20 lost songs for my beautiful Bed Song Stories Too. A total of 219 posts were written since this playlist was created back on April 4, 2011 and I've managed to piece back together 188 songs to accompany these stories of my life. I'm going to take on the original Playlist soon enough, but I can only handle so much for one Sunday afternoon. Now I know that this doesn't guarantee that they won't run away from me again, but I can't deny that it feels good to have most of them come home for at least one night and this is definitely quite a lot to come home to. Although sadly some still stayed missing, I found a few new ones that were never there before. Guess I really can't say never, huh? I have to admit that bringing them back tugged at my heart just a bit. I teared a lot, stared out of t

"Why You Wanna, Why You Gotta" - Jana Kramer I guess the bicycle shoulda been blue... Out of all of the places in this little town Yeah, you had to come walking in here and sit down I'm hiding and hoping my face ain't too red Since we been over been trying like crazy to get you out of my head So-o-o Why you wanna Show up in a old t-shirt that I love Why you gotta tell me that I'm looking good Don't know what You were thinkin' You were doing Moving in for a hug Like you don't know I'm coming unglued Why you gotta Why you wanna Make me keep wanting you I wish you had on sunglasses to cover up those blue eyes I wish you said something mean maybe glad that you said goodbye Why can't you look off somewhere if you catch me staring at you Why can't you be cold like any old good ex would do So-o-o Why you wanna Show up in a old t-shirt that I love Why you gotta tell me that I'm looking good Don't know what You were thinkin' You were doi

"What's Up?" - 4 Non Blondes My Morning Routine: 12:45a..Computer screen burns my eyes. 1:45a...Shower. 2:45a...Awake. 3:45a...TV burns my eyes. 4:45a...A battle between blanket vs. no blanket. 5:45a...Awake. 6:45a...Cellphone burns my eyes. 7:45a...A search for piece of mind. 8:45a...Awake. 9:45a...Arrives late for work as always. 10:45...Sun burns my eyes. 11:45a..Awake. I don't know if this is normal, but when I don't sleep everything feels fuzzy especially the surface of my face. My body temperature skyrockets and the feeling in my toes go numb. My eyes jolt from side to side and I'll whisper a lot to myself. I'll stand up to stretch and scratch those hard to reach places. I'll walk up to the mirror and count the jagged red lines in my eyes as they continue to spread. I'm up to 16. My skin often gets oily so I'll brush my hair and pin it up to avoid having it rub against the back of my neck. I'll turn on all the lights in the kitchen ju

"Wild Heart of the Young" - Karla Bonoff Lyrics: These days when I take a look behind I think about you and all that time We were as one kids on the run You spoke of the dream we made come true I remember how I looked up to you It was there in your touch You knew so much I loved you like I'll never love another With the wild heart of the young But it took until now to uncover Oh, if I'd only known it then Well, they watched while you broke all the rules And everyone thought I was your fool But I paid the price Never even thought twice I loved you like I'll never love another With the wild heart of the young But it took until now to uncover Oh, if I'd only known it then Oh, if I'd only known it then If I thought about all the loves I knew I know they'd all fade except for you And someday you'll see how much you taught me I loved you like I'll never love another With the wild heart of the young But it took until now to uncover Oh, if I'd only

"Over You" - Miranda Lambert An old man sat on the edge of a curb on a busy street in LA. He wore a beige, short-sleeve button-up and a straw hat. Next to him was a red, vintage bicycle with a brown leather seat and metal basket hanging in the front. It was in pretty good shape; much better shape than he appeared to be. He looked down at his callused feet. His faded black slippers blended in against his dark skin. He bent over to adjust the strap between his toes as a few cars inched their way passed him. He picked up a loose piece of gravel and tossed it to the side. The sun came out and he carefully stood up, blocking its light with the palm of his hand. His single, gold band created a sharp glare against the windshield of oncoming traffic. He pulled the tip of his hat towards his nose, reached for a patterned handkerchief in his back pocket and wiped his band as if the sun had stained it on purpose. His fingers ached and he wondered where the time went. He walked over to t

"Didn't You Know How Much I Loved You" - Kelli Pickler (sung by Skylar Laine on American Idol) Although I obviously have my favorite on the show, I can't help but fall for a little bit of Country. It gets me every time, but last night was a rough one for reasons that pulled me away from this sadly infected computer far too soon. It didn't give me a chance to write about Skylar introducing me to a song that strikes a very familiar chord in my heart that I wish would break off completely already. I'm taking a risk with this tonight. Not only by turning this God forsaken Internet back on, but also by showing my vulnerability for all to see once again. So, beyond the pop-ups and the spam I'm going to get this post up if it kills me. It's still fresh in my head and I need to rid my mind of it while I still can. I'm trying to understand where I'm coming from here so forgive me if I can't focus on where you stand as I write this. I'm

"Stutterin'" - Jessica Sanchez (original by Jazmine Sullivan) You know that feeling you get when someone is about to perform? You get kinda nervous for them. Your hands start to sweat. Your knees tremble a little. It's as if you're up there about to do what they're gonna do! Then suddenly, you realize you're not and you feel a bit relieved that you're just watching, thinking, "God I hope they don't crack under pressure or out right, suck!" Sometimes you hide, squint your eyes trying not to watch them make a fool out of themselves, or you begin to slowly start to sink in your seat. Maybe you want to grab a pillow to cover your face just in case. You want to grab anything to protect you from the embarrassment of being judged negatively. Or maybe such an act just doesn't grab your attention at all so you get up to find a snack or take a bathroom break even when you didn't really have to go. Well, absolutely no one feels this wa

"Tell Me It's Real" - KC & Jojo I'm in a waiting room. It's a bit chilly, but my tea latte is warming me up just fine. A few plants are lined up on the window sill while the sun slowly sets behind them. I admire the fact that they're still very green and very much alive. Flyers are pinned to the cork board with bright red thumb tacks. The "message" button on the phone continues to blink and I wish I could clear it just this once. I hear the ticking of the clock on the wall and the Spanish murmur of a counselor and client just next door. It's fortunate that I can't understand what they're saying, but I'm trying my best not to listen in anyway. A woman walks quickly down the hallway. Her heels pitter-patter on the linoleum passed me. I wonder if she peered in. I would've said, "Hello." I continue to look around. I'm observant that way. It can sometimes be a difficult thing, but then again I function better when it

"Never Get Over You Getting Over Me" - Expose It was the middle of 8th grade. The entire art class decided to take a mini field trip to a nearby park off of Kineloa St. just two blocks away from our junior high. The sun was warm, but there was a cool breeze in the air. We all brought sacked lunches and our teacher carried a cooler full of juice boxes and bottled water. A mid-sized boom box complete with D-sized batteries laid on top of the center table with scattered cassette tapes all around. An early 90's mix played in the background while a group of "cool" kids argued about what to put on next. A handful of boys ran off to play tennis and basketball while a bunch of girls headed for the swings. A few couples stayed off to the side to snuggle on a picnic blanket knowing the teacher would be too preoccupied to notice. Me? I just kinda roamed and observed the different cliques that surrounded me. I didn't really fit into the sports thing and all the swings