That could be my song, well, minus the mansion and the Maserati part....ok, and the gold records on the wall. The line "I can't complain but sometimes I still do" fits though.
Maybe Roger Miller's song "You Can't Rollerskate In a Buffalo Herd....But You Can Be Happy If You've a Mind Too", those are some lyrics to take to heart. Or maybe "Me Vida Loca" by Pam Tillis. Or Alanis Morissette "Hand In My Pocket" cause everything's gonna be fine, fine, fine....even though I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed. Songs are stories, pictures of emotions and sentiments painted with words.
I used to blog over on another "adult" site, then the behavior there got not so adult and sucked all the fun out of it. But I still have my songs, we all do. Songs that come from our life experiences. They come from having two ex husbands--one a nice guy, even though he is an eternal pessimist (the glass is not only half empty, but leaking)--the other, I thought was nice, then found out that pathological liar sociopaths who are also pedophiles really AREN'T so nice. Mine come from being a mother of 4 of the most fascinating, wondrous, amazing, aggravating humans on the Earth and living with them on the ranch where I grew up. Then there are the songs from The Cowboy, the man who I look at with daily fascination because he voluntarily joined this circus.
My life is a series of songs. Sit and listen, the porch here at The Ranch is big enough. Share your songs with me. Light a cigarette, I'll pour the Crown.
