Sometimes the inner DJ makes bad choices.

Running through my head the entire day:

I love you, baby,
And if it’s quite alright,
I need you, baby,
To warm a lonely night.
I love you, baby.
Trust in me when I say:
Oh, pretty baby,
Don’t bring me down, I pray.
Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay
And let me love you, baby.
Let me love you.

Small blessings: at least the inner DJ chose to play the Michelle Pfeiffer version from The Fabulous Baker Boys. It could be worse.

Song of the Day.

“The Guy that Says Goodbye to You Is Out of His Mind”
Griffin House

You don’t need to change
A thing about you, Babe
I’m telling you, from where I sit,
You’re one of a kind
Relationships, I don’t know why,
They never work out and they make you cry
But the guy that says goodbye to you is out of his mind

Well I’ve been down and I need your help
I’ve been feeling sorry for myself
Don’t hesitate to boost my confidence
Well I’ve been lost and I need direction
I could use a little love protection
What do you say, Honey, come to my defense
I’d stand up for you if it’s what you need
And I can take a punch, I don’t mind the bleed

As long as afterwards you feel bad for me
You give me all of your attention
I’ve got deep desire and it needs quenching
And I think that’s pretty plain for you to see
Well enough about me and more about you
Because that’d be the gentlemanly thing to do
I hope you like your men sweet and polite

I thought I was done with telling you
But I ain’t nearly halfway through
I’ve got a few more things I’d like to say to you tonight
Get Ready
You don’t need to change
A thing about you, Babe
I’m telling you, from where I sit,
You’re one of a kind
Relationships, I don’t know why,
They never work out and they make you cry
But the guy that says goodbye to you is out of his mind

You always did kind of drive me crazy
And it pissed me off because I let it faze me
But I never wanted my time with you to end
Now I’m back in town for a day or two
But mostly I came back just to see you
I’m leaving now but I don’t want to go
You don’t need to change
A thing about you, Babe
I’m telling you, from where I sit,
You’re one of a kind
Relationships, I don’t know why,
They never work out and they make you cry
But the guy that says goodbye to you is out of his mind.

“1973” you say?

And though time goes by, / I will always be / in a club with you / in 1973.
I’d be willing to bet significant dollars that I’m older than James Blunt. And if I’m right (I’m pretty sure I’m right), then the only “clubs” he would have gone to in 1973 would have had names like “Gymboree” or “Mommy and Me.”
Pretty enjoyable song, nonetheless.
And song #2 “One of the Brightest Stars” = soooo BeeGees, particularly the vocals during the chorus. Love it!

Lonely lyrics, with a bit of hope.

I just want to feel / something more than this;
I just want to have / all the things i miss(ed?);
I just want to learn / all there is to know;
I just want to hold on to / all that I let go.
I don’t want to let you down.
I don’t want to let you down.
I don’t want to let you down, let you down again.
I just want to sing / every single song;
I just want to fix / everything that’s wrong;
I just want to be / safe inside the love;
I just want to give and give and give / enough to fill you up.
I don’t want to let you down.
I don’t want to let you down.
I don’t want to let you down, let you down again.

And I’ve been walking the universe and waiting for worlds to align;
Until I heard your exit wounds were healing better than mine.

–“Exit Wounds” Shane Nicholson

Shuffle = it’s a dangerous thing.

I generally listen to albums (in order), or playlists (mixes, monthly purchase lists, artist matchups), or shuffle an artist’s works. I forgot how the iPod can really take you surprise when you open it up to overall Shuffle mode. I’m sure I haven’t purposely listened to this song since sometime in 1995 or ’96.

You gotta be bad, you gotta be bold
You gotta be wiser, you gotta be hard
You gotta be tough, you gotta be stronger…
You gotta be cool, you gotta be calm
You gotta stay together…

-Des’ree “You Gotta Be”