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Fighting the FEAR, depression and BDP on a daily basis AND making my own bread. Bring it on 2016….

25 DAYS OF SONGS CHALLENGE: DAY 6 – A SONG THAT REMINDS ME OF A BEST FRIEND

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I’m going to cheat a little here.

I want two songs.

But at least they are by the same artist, the wonderful, uniquely voiced Lloyd Cole.

And just to be extra awkward I’d like to state that I don’t really have a best friend anymore. Anyone I’ve given that description to in the past has invariably struck out at me (well in my little HSP BDP mind they have), and I don’t really trust any of them much anymore.

Hence the first song ‘Rattlesnakes’.  As in:

‘A girl needs a gun these days
Hey on account of all the rattlesnakes’

And whilst I don’t look like Eve Marie Saint in On The Waterfront (I wish), I agree on the therapy bit and that I need love.  Unfortunately ‘It’s so hard to love, when love was your great disappointment.’

I do love my friends though.  In my way.  And I’m aware that much of this could well be my imagination.

But I’d so love ‘A Brand New Friend’ that I could trust with my heart.  Maybe that has to be me.  So I’ve been told.

I know; boo hoo, hoo, crack open the gin, it’s yet another Sista S Pity Party!

Great songs though, so suck it up bitches and pass the frigging twiglets! 😉

Namaste x

http://www.lyricsfreak.com/l/lloyd+cole/rattlesnakes_20084753.html

http://songmeanings.com/songs/view/3530822107858683932/

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10 thoughts on “25 DAYS OF SONGS CHALLENGE: DAY 6 – A SONG THAT REMINDS ME OF A BEST FRIEND

  1. Back in the dim distant past of my theatre days, I actually had a group of friends! Yep, hard to believe, I know. I even went to parties! So here’s one from back then.

    Do you want me to shut up yet? I’m getting a bit twitchy, being the only one playing and all.

  2. Something tells me Della ain’t actually filling that dress out. 😎 I took part in a couple, Helen – but there are far too many I can’t because the categories can’t be made to fit me.
    As for you, our hostess, will you be good and stop writing sentences like
    “I know; boo hoo, hoo, crack open the gin, it’s yet another Sista S Pity Party!”
    please ? They are defensive. You are not that kind of person. You are aggressive and Out There, right ? [grin]

    • I will not. I reiterate I do not edit or temper my writing to order. I will continue to write what trips off my tongue and onto the page. I must be ‘that kind of person’ because that is what I wrote innit?! The comment might seem defensive but I hope jocular too. Anyway there are two rules to reading this blog Ms MR:
      1. Like it
      2. Lump it
      🙂

    • PS See ‘Pity Party’ section for other self bemoaning music 😉 x

  3. Love your spirit even if I don’t know your music! Don’t be told, just keep writing as you do, it is great.

  4. Lloyd Cole, indeed, Madame. “Like Lovers Do” has had its hooks in me for nigh on two decades.

    A moment here to apologize for the absence of links to my musical selections. I am a near-hopeless technological atavist. Madame, you have, on a couple of occasions, referred to yourself as a Luddite. Me? I’m still trying to reconcile a few lingering reservations about Johannes Gutenberg.

    “START ME UP”, THE ROLLING STONES
    We did not know each other at the time.
    Living alone in a New York City women’s residence, at 14, she was already an habitue of Studio 54. One evening at the club, her early adolescent self caught the eye of Mick Jagger. As these things transpire (and the reason young girls are allowed in such places), she was whisked away to Jagger’s hotel, where, had things gone “properly”, his appreciation of her would have been expressed physically. Unfortunately (for him), the consummate performer had a performance problem—that coital scourge, Whiskey Dick. Or, in the parlance of the Dead Kennedys chart, “Too Drunk To Fuck”.
    This non-event occured not long after the release of the TATTOO YOU album, the biggest hit from which was, of course, “START ME UP”.
    So, for 20-some years, I have been unable to hear the iconic opening bars of this song without a mental image of my closest friend sitting in a Manhattan hotel suite, waiting (fruitlessly, it would turn out) for Mick Jagger to get going.

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