Do you remember my brilliant cousin, K.C.? She's the singer/songwriter. (I mentioned "brilliant," right?) Today's her birthday. And, it made me realize I never told you about her new album: The Tag Hollow Sessions. It's awesome. Duh. But, guess what? One of the songs on the album... IS MINE. MINE. MINE. MINE. MINE. MINE. (I'm a little possessive.)
Maybe I should tell you the back story.
When she produced her last album, Orchid, she did it by asking her friends and family to become her record label. She explains it better here. If you contributed at a certain level, you could choose for her to write you a song. Like I wasn't going to choose that, right?! Well, it turns out, you can't just flip K.C. to "on" and watch her crank out a song. Who knew? So, I patiently waited for my song...
Then one day she sent me a message saying she was writing my song. Yay! As it turns out she had read this blog post. Go ahead. Read it. I'll wait... Finished? Good. Could you write a song out of that?! Me either. We suck. But, K.C. doesn't. She took that blog post, coupled it with my real life, and wrote this:
"Just in Case" (Click the song title, you can hear it on iTunes. It's song #13)
I don't wanna answer the phone.
These days are taking their toll
'Cause it's never good news calling.
And you. You are my port in the storm.
You're what I'm waking up for.
You remind me the sky's not falling.
But, just in case there aren't any more tomorrows,
Let's not waste one drop of our love on sorrows.
Just hold me close, knowing our time is borrowed.
Just in case there aren't any more tomorrows.
I was never fond of surprises.
I like the way the sun rises.
You can count on it every morning.
But, now, so many people around us,
They ain't got nothing but sadness.
And it came without any warning.
So, just in case there aren't any more tomorrows,
Let's not waste one drop of our love on sorrows.
Just hold me close, knowing our time is borrowed.
Just in case, oh, just in case
The hands on all the clocks have stopped.
The life that we once lived is lost.
I don't want to be full of words
I wish I'd said,
I wish you'd heard.
So, just in case there aren't any more tomorrows,
Let's not waste one drop of our love on sorrows.
Just hold me close, 'cause baby our time is borrowed.
Just in case there aren't any more tomorrows.
I don't wanna answer the phone.
These days are taking their toll
'Cause it's never good news calling.
And you. You are my port in the storm.
You're what I'm waking up for.
You remind me the sky's not falling.
But, just in case there aren't any more tomorrows,
Let's not waste one drop of our love on sorrows.
Just hold me close, knowing our time is borrowed.
Just in case there aren't any more tomorrows.
I was never fond of surprises.
I like the way the sun rises.
You can count on it every morning.
But, now, so many people around us,
They ain't got nothing but sadness.
And it came without any warning.
So, just in case there aren't any more tomorrows,
Let's not waste one drop of our love on sorrows.
Just hold me close, knowing our time is borrowed.
Just in case, oh, just in case
The hands on all the clocks have stopped.
The life that we once lived is lost.
I don't want to be full of words
I wish I'd said,
I wish you'd heard.
So, just in case there aren't any more tomorrows,
Let's not waste one drop of our love on sorrows.
Just hold me close, 'cause baby our time is borrowed.
Just in case there aren't any more tomorrows.
..........
Holy crap it's good, huh? And, it's MINE. MINE. MINE. MINE. MINE. MINE. (Well, and Shawn's, too. But, mostly. MINE.)
She's brilliant.
She's brilliant.
And, that leads me to this:
I just heard another song. An oldie, but goodie. And, it sums up how I feel about this blog.
"Too Busy Being in Love" by Doug Stone
Songwriters: Gary Burr, Victoria Shaw
If I had taken the time
If I had taken the time
To write down a few lines
Every time you crossed this heart of mine,
I'd put them all in a book.
How much time would that have took?
The words and years have a way of slipping by.
Oh no! Too bad. There goes the chance that I had.
Oh no! Too bad. There goes the chance that I had.
I could have written a play so sweet and so funny.
Given old Mr. Shakespeare a run for his money.
Written the words to the prettiest tune
That would never leave a dry eye in the room.
My only excuse for not doing enough...
I was too busy being in love.
Yes, I was too busy being in love.
Brand new phrases appear every time you are near.
All these words you inspire after all these years.
Brand new phrases appear every time you are near.
All these words you inspire after all these years.
But I never reached for a pen.
Break the mood that I'm in.
Before I knew it the words were gone again.
Oh no! Too bad. There goes the chance that I had.
I could have written a play so sweet and so funny.
Oh no! Too bad. There goes the chance that I had.
I could have written a play so sweet and so funny.
Given old Mr. Shakespeare a run for his money.
Written the words to the prettiest tune
That would never leave a dry eye in the room.
My only excuse for not doing enough...
I was too busy being in love.
Yes, I was too busy being in love.
I could have written a poem to make young lovers crazy.
Could have written a movie for Hepburn and Tracy.
I could have written a poem to make young lovers crazy.
Could have written a movie for Hepburn and Tracy.
A beautiful song and it starts with your name.
Written my way into fortune and fame.
But I have no regrets for not doing enough...
I was too busy being in love.
Yes, I was too busy being in love.
..........
Y'all. I love my family. I love my life. It's not perfect. By far. But, it's mine. And, I love living it. And, right now, I don't want to write about it. I just want to live it.
I've lived long enough to know to never say never. So, I'm not saying I'll never come back here to post. The next time I find a potato chip that looks like Abe Lincoln, I am so coming back here to write a post about it. But, until that earth shattering occasion occurs...
I'm too busy being in love.
I'm too busy being in love.
Bye, y'all.
