This morning I was walking around and singing one of my favourite road trip songs, "Good Life" by Inner City.  I love this song!  I haven't heard it in awhile so I google'd the lyrics and sang it in every room of the house.  The kitchen, by the way, has awesome acoustics for this tune.

Then I went to a career website and there was a banner at the top: Good Life.

I clicked on a link at another site and went to the WWF, which is the World Wildlife Fund and not the other thing you are thinking of, and that site had a big graphic header that said... yup.  Good Life.

So I'm either online way too much... or the universe is sending me a signal: it's all good, ya dummy.

Probably both.

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yesterday was an odd day.  I was ready to kill at work, and then had Tracey Time when I got home.  Took a long walk with the dogs, read, wrote, watched Deadwood.  Most of the music I listened to didn't have lyrics.
And since there's no real song that hits it...you get Modest Mouse.

Although we often wondered
It was no thing of wonder
The shit that flew from our minds
Grass stains and fresh fruit
Reminds our shoes of horse glue
On this ridiculous climb
With great tall vision
We built ourselves a mission
To ride out motives decide
Oh, with vague description
Of what we have been missing
So why would anyone try?
- Modest Mouse, "Florida"

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I love this album.  I admit this is one of the few songs that I went out and found the lyrics for instead of writing them down from memory, mostly because it's not in English.  But the song is beautiful, Elena Ledda's voice is amazing and heart-wrenching.  But I listened to the album most of the day yesterday as I was running around and was reminded how outstanding it is.

Nadelu Segnora mia
sezis cussa lastimada
chi giamant "Maria"?

Mama proite cuades
sa cara bianca che nie
nadenos pro chie?

Sa Segnora nostra at prantu
tota sa notte a succutu,
mannu est su corrutu.

Su sambene s'est asciutu
in sas venas de una rosa
Mama dolorosa.
Amen, amen.

Ista Mama soberana
de lagrimas imprendada
a pes de sa rughe.

Su ch'in nascher fit sa lughe,
es morzende in abbandonu
de umbras in velu.

Dae sa rughe leet
su 'olu cun alas insambenadas
Mistica Colomba.

Cand'abberint sa tumba
cun su corpus in ghirlanda
s'anima de gloria.
- Lino Cannavacciuolo, "Sa Lughe"

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Don't stroke that I'm actually posting the lyric of the day ON the actual day.  But this one fits and has been in my head for the last couple hours...

I'm through
With doubt.
There's nothing left for me to figure out.
I've paid
A price
And I'll keep paying.

I'm not ready to make nice.
I'm not ready to back down.
I'm still mad as hell
And I don't have time to
Go round and round and round.
It's too late to make it right.
I probably wouldn't if I could.
Cuz I'm mad as hell
Can't bring myself to do what it is
You think I should.

I know
You said
Can't you just get over it?
It turned my whole world around
And I think I like it.

I made my bed and I sleep like a baby
With no regrets and I don't mind saying
It's a sad sad story when a mother will
Teach her daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger.
And how in the world can the words I said
Send somebody so over the edge that they'd write me a letter
Saying that I'd better shut up and sing or my life will be over?
- Dixie Chicks, "Not Ready To Make Nice"

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I bought this Midnight Oil CD a long, long time ago, and it's never gotten old to me.  I'm playing it as a part of the "Hetta Music" thing I've been doing for some time now because she likes this band and especially this album.  Their "earthy" sound and consistent vocal support for the environment and the less fortunate make them attractive to me and remind me of Heather.

I hope you all are doing fairly.  Sorry I've not been reading any of your blogs, but I'm saving significant time by avoiding the blogosphere for the time being.  The business site is getting bigger every day!

Midnight Oil | Earth and Sun and Moon | Bushfire

Earth and Sun and Moon

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Listened to it on my way back from the beach on Saturday.  I like that Christina can sing...

When a female fires back
Suddenly target don't know how to act;
So he does what any little boy would do -
Makin' up a few false rumors or two.
That for sure is not a man to me;
Slanderin' names for popularity.
It's sad you only get your fame through controversy
But now it's time for me to come and give you more to say.

This is for my girls all around the world.
Who have come across a man that don't respect your worth.
Thinkin' all women should be seen,
Not heard.
So what do we do girls?
Shout louder,
Letting them know we're gonna stand our ground
So lift your hands high and wave em proud
Take a deep breath and say it loud,
Never can.
Never will.
Can't hold us down!
- Christina Aguilera, "Can't Hold Us Down"

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Heart: Barracuda (Live) 1977

Heart: Barracuda (1977)

Ann and Nancy Wilson of the group "Heart".  Barracuda was released in 1977 on the album, Little Queen. 

Lyrics:

So this ain't the end - I saw you again today
I had to turn my heart away
You smile like the sun - kisses for everyone
And tales - it never fails

You lying so low in the weeds
I bet you gonna ambush me
You'd have me down, down, down, down on my knees
Wouldn't you, barracuda? Ohhh

Back over time we were all trying for free
You met the porpoise and me, uh huh
No right no wrong, selling a song
A name whisper game.

And if the real thing don't do the trick
You better make up something quick
You're gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn it to the wick
Ooh, barracuda ohhhh yeah

"Sell me sell you" the porpoise said
Dive down deep down save my head
You...I think that you got the blues too.

All that night and all the next, swam without looking back
Made out for western pools - silly, silly fools

The real thing don't do the trick, no
You better make up something quick
You're gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn it to the wick
Ohhh, barra-barracuda yeah

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Dancing, talking, having fun.  I had a good night last night. 

In Napoli, where love is king,
When a boy meets a girl,
Here's what they say.

When the moon hits your eye
Like a big pizza pie,
That's amore.

When the world seems to shine
Like you've had too much wine,
That's amore.

Bells will ring
Ting-a-ling
Ting-a-ling-a-ling.
And you'll sing "Vita Bella".

Hearts will play
Tippy-tippy-tay
Tippy-tippy-tay.
Like a gay tarantella.

When the stars make you drool,
Just like a pasta fazool,
That's amore.

When you dance down the street
With a cloud at your feet,
You're in love.

When you walk down in a dream
But you know that you're not
Dreaming signore.
Scuzza me,
But you see
Back in old Napoli

That's amore.
-Dean Martin, "That's Amore"

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I gave R a bunch of mix discs yesterday.  We listened to them all night.  I'm a happy camper.  This song is on one of them.  I know it's been done by a lot of people, but this is the version I've had in my head all day.

And it's six in the morning,
Gave me no warning -
I had to be on my way.
Well there's trucks all a-passing,
And the lights all are flashing,
I'm on my way home
From the place.

Well the sun's coming up,
I'm riding with Lady Luck.
Freeways, cars and trucks.
Stars beginning to fade.
And I lead the parade
Just a-wishing I'd stayed a little longer,
Oh Lord,
Let me tell you that the feeling's getting stronger.

Well, my time has come quickly,
I go lickety-splitly
Down to my old '55.
As I pulled away slowly,
I was feeling so holy,
God knows
I was feeling alive.

Now the sun's coming up,
I'm riding with Lady Luck,
Freeways,
cars
And trucks.
Freeways,
cars
And trucks.
Freeways,
Cars and trucks ...
- (the) Sarah McLachlan (version), "Ol' 55"

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