What better medicine to recuperate than music? Except laughter, of course!
Just for today I’m going to forget the cares of the world and enjoy the summer breeze we’re having. Enjoy the beauty of nature around me and trust that all is well.
I wish you all a beautiful Sunday!
See the curtains hangin’ in the window, in the evenin’ on a Friday night.
A little light a-shinin’ through the window, lets me know everything’s alright.
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind.
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind.
See the paper layin’ on the sidewalk, a little music from the house next door.
So I walked on up to the doorstep, through the screen and across the floor.
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind.
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind.
Sweet days of summer, the jasmine’s in bloom.
July is dressed up and playing her tune.
And I come home from a hard day’s work, and you’re waiting there,
not a care in the world.
See the smile a-waitin’ in the kitchen, food cookin’ and the plates for two.
See the arms that reach out to hold me, in the evening when the day is through.
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind.
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind.
Sometimes when I think I’ve lost and given up,
that’s when hope shines through me.
Maybe I’ll become a beggar,
but that’s okay if I’m free.
I ain’t got too much money, I ain’t got too much sense
Long ago I had a dream but that’s no recompense
My father was a blind man, my brother was a fool
My mother told me “God is love”
But hatred makes the rules
Teach me to fly
So I shan’t drag my feet in the sand
Give me the sky
I would take the whole world in my hand
World, don’t you tell me
I cannot last forever
Before you know I’ll come and go
And make you if I can
Maybe I’m a beggar, just check your sympathy
They throw away their gentle love
And keep their pain for me
Can we be free, in a world where to love is to own?
Well when will we see, that a man must face life all alone?
Maybe I’m a beggar, just check your sympathy
They throw away their gentle love
and keep their pain for me
Teach me to fly
So I shan’t drag my feet in the sand
Give me the sky
I would take the whole world in my hand
Can we be free, in a world where to love is to own?
Well when will we see, that a man must face life all alone?
It’s about time a song came along, and this one fits my mood. I’m feeling really strange these days. In the middle of a transitory phase, I’m kind of just sitting here observing how things happen. The main activity is in my mind. The past few weeks (months) I have reviewed my life, the mistakes I made, where I’m at, and where I want to be. I have come in touch with the person I am, that very same person I didn’t accept and instead tried to change. The funny this is, I’m beginning to like the person I am and feel comfortable with her.
Sometimes I feel the excitement from my toes to my nose, because I know there are big changes on the way. But I have to sit and endure that tingly sensation, because I can’t hurry it all on. Besides that, H.P. (Higher Power / God / the Universe) didn’t let me in on the details of the plan yet, so I’m only operating on partial information and intuition. That makes me a bit tense at times, but I find it exciting and I’m willing to go along with it.
So, I want to encourage all you strange people out there to hold on! If you don’t exactly fit the norm, or what your environment claims to be the norm, have no fear. Your destiny is set for other things. Accept it, enjoy it, and maybe you’ll even feel that sense of relief that I have recently perceived to be growing stronger. It’s like coming home after being on one’s own special Odyssey.
People are Strange (The Doors)
People are strange when you’re a stranger
Faces look ugly when you’re alone
Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted
Streets are uneven when you’re down
When you’re strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you’re strange
No one remembers your name
When you’re strange
People are strange when you’re a stranger
Faces look ugly when you’re alone
Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted
Streets are uneven when you’re down
When you’re strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you’re strange
No one remembers your name
When you’re strange
When you’re strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you’re strange
No one remembers your name
When you’re strange
