Category Archives: Kabobbles Sing Along

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Do You Believe

This song has lots of little gems of imagery and feeling.

Do you believe it’s morning?

Generally speaking, I don’t want to, but that’s me.

I’m alive but that’s the last thing on my mind

This. I just don’t know how to think of it.

If our nighttime words mean good-bye
Let our morning words be kind

I like that. Not entirely sure why, but maybe it’s about making up in the morning?

Didn’t your eyes say you’d never change your mind
Didn’t my eyes say I do believe your eyes
I do believe them, I do believe your eyes

I’m reminded, of course, of Cauldette Colbert’s character’s “Swearing by [her] eyes,” but that makes this even better in some ways.

My eyes will open to the darkness
And in the darkness will be you
And in the darkness my only light is you
And in the darkness the light is in your eyes

And I just love the idea of someone being the light in our darkness. That’s very appealing to me.

Kabobbles Sing Along is just what I think when I hear songs. I sometimes see images when I hear lyrics, pictures or movies in my head. Sometimes I relate it to stories. My interpretation of the songs and lyrics are probably nothing like their original intent.

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My Rainbow Race

So this song isn’t a Melanie original, but you know, that’s not really the point as I’m doing a challenge based on the album, meaning that I am doing the snippets based on the songs/titles of songs on the album.

This part is probably what I like best, at least the first

And because I love you
I’ll give it one more try

And of course, this part is still relevant:

Some folks want to be like an ostrich,
Bury their heads in the sand.
Some hope that plastic dreams
Can unclench all those greedy hands.
Some hope to take the easy way:
Poisons, bombs. They think we need ’em.

I think the part that gets me the most is this part, though, especially now when people are so intolerant, even the ones that consider themselves progressive, and it matters. You can’t hurt everyone that disagrees with you. You don’t have that right no matter who you are or what they think.

Don’t you know you can’t kill all the unbelievers?

Kabobbles Sing Along is just what I think when I hear songs. I sometimes see images when I hear lyrics, pictures or movies in my head. Sometimes I relate it to stories. My interpretation of the songs and lyrics are probably nothing like their original intent.

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Summer Weaving

First few times I heard this song, I was like, “I don’t like it.”

Though really what I don’t like is the message in the chorus. I don’t think life has to be like this:

And when it comes right down to it
We’re really all alone
Unless we want someone to own
And run the life we live, oh me

I can relate to the “we’re really all alone,” but I don’t think that having people, even in a romantic relationship and/or marriage means that they own us or run our lives. It should be a partnership, even and balanced where we all get things we need from it.

Still, there is some beautiful parts to the song like this:

To write a lonely night into a poem
Weave me a summer flight into a music
That I’ve loved and haven’t known
Weave me a summer night into a winter fire
For I’m very far from warm

and this:

To walk a night into a day that has no reason
Walking past the house of someone else’s season
Gazing at the light on the rim of a tightly closed door
Weave me inside before the winter and I wouldn’t ask for more

Kabobbles Sing Along is just what I think when I hear songs. I sometimes see images when I hear lyrics, pictures or movies in my head. Sometimes I relate it to stories. My interpretation of the songs and lyrics are probably nothing like their original intent.

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Between the Road Signs

This song is a kind of fun one to sing, something we can all relate to if we’ve been on a road trip before, even if we’re not touring singers.

That said, the lyrics are fairly similar throughout the song, so I just have a few to talk about, this end part,

In between the road signs and the white lines
And all of the comforts of home
In between the road signs and the sad rhymes
And all of the comforts of home
All of the comforts of home

And the chorus, of course, the fun invitation:

I’m singing the road sign, white line song
I’m singing, won’t you sing along

Kabobbles Sing Along is just what I think when I hear songs. I sometimes see images when I hear lyrics, pictures or movies in my head. Sometimes I relate it to stories. My interpretation of the songs and lyrics are probably nothing like their original intent.

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Together Alone

This is one of those songs that’s very powerful on its own. It doesn’t need much from me to recommend it.

We’ll grow old, we’ll take care of each other
I’ll be your sister, your mother, your lover

I like how that section talks about the roles we take on for others and how we can be more than one thing to any given person.

We’re believers, we’ve been hurt by believing
Needing people, we know looking’s not seeing

I think one of the hardest things in the world is to have someone or something disappoint you, to find your faith is misplaced, and we all can relate to being hurt by believing. And it makes us not want to have people in our lives because they hurt us, but we need them.

We’ll learn living, like the words of a good song
We’ll learn timing, balance and rhythm
We’ll make it music
I don’t want to sing it on my own

This, too, is very relatable because we’re all growing and learning and we need others.

Kabobbles Sing Along is just what I think when I hear songs. I sometimes see images when I hear lyrics, pictures or movies in my head. Sometimes I relate it to stories. My interpretation of the songs and lyrics are probably nothing like their original intent.

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This Old Routine

This song is beautiful in its way, and it makes me think of a marriage that lasts and sees it through despite the tough times.

This old routine will drive you mad
It’s just a mumble never spoken out loud
And sometimes you don’t even know why you loved her.
Well you look at her now, and you see why.

I used this part for a prompt not long ago. It inspired a ficlet for a pairing I didn’t read, but it did inspire, so that’s something. I also chose to use it myself for my own fic.

This old routine will drive you mad
It’s just a mumble never spoken out loud
Sometimes you don’t even know how you’re still standing.
Well she looks at you now, and you see how.
Well you look at her now, and you know how.

Kabobbles Sing Along is just what I think when I hear songs. I sometimes see images when I hear lyrics, pictures or movies in my head. Sometimes I relate it to stories. My interpretation of the songs and lyrics are probably nothing like their original intent.

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Blue

I had a hard time writing anything for this song. I love it, but it hits too close to home.

You sit and stare out at the rain
Or bury yourself in your books
Don’t look at no strangers
No, don’t give them any looks

I’ve always had a problem with eye contact and dealing with other people. So I wouldn’t want to look at strangers and used to hide in books all the time.

Why you ask yourself, why you’re so afraid
Why you hesitate when someone asks your name
They’ll come too close if you tell them the truth

I have had and shed many pen names over the years and I have also found myself thinking that my name didn’t fit me. I never liked my middle name, but more recently I was signing things at work and found myself tripping over the name I was using because it wasn’t me. I didn’t know how to explain that to anyone, though. I tried, I considered renaming myself, but I didn’t find anything I liked or that felt like it fit (well, I did get a new pen name, but that I will discuss later.)

And the only man you ever loved
You thought was gonna marry you
Died in a car accident when he was only 22
Then you just decided, love wasn’t for you
And every year since then
Has proved it to be true

No, there was no car accident and no man I loved that died, but I have mostly come to accept that I will be single for the rest of my life. I don’t enjoy doing the things it takes to meet people (not even sure I like people when I’m honest about it) and I don’t consider myself a good prospect. Plus, my idea of an ideal marriage mate seems impossible when I think about it.

Now you’re just a shell of
Your former you
That stranger in the mirror
Oh, that’s you
Why’d you look so blue?

I can answer the last one easily enough: I have depression. I know this. And a lot of times, especially around a certain arbitrary date each year, I look back at my life and feel like I’ve accomplished nothing and all the things I thought I’d have and where I’d be by now never happened and seem impossible.

Kabobbles Sing Along is just what I think when I hear songs. I sometimes see images when I hear lyrics, pictures or movies in my head. Sometimes I relate it to stories. My interpretation of the songs and lyrics are probably nothing like their original intent.

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In the Hearts of Men

I admit that I’m not as familiar with this song as I am many others on the album. I wasn’t sure at first that I’d know what to pair up with it.

This part, though, is all I really needed:

In the hearts of men
In the arms of mothers
In the parts we play to convince others
We know what we’re doing
We’re doing it right

I did also like this:


But when there is no use
And the lights are all out
I just give it up and I walk home

and this:

I still try to speak up but my voice won’t make a sound
And I thought it all over too many times

Kabobbles Sing Along is just what I think when I hear songs. I sometimes see images when I hear lyrics, pictures or movies in my head. Sometimes I relate it to stories. My interpretation of the songs and lyrics are probably nothing like their original intent.

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Emmylou

This song has such nice lyrics, so many ficcable pieces.

I wanted to use this part of the song at first, but I couldn’t make it work:

Oh, the bitter winds are coming in
And I’m already missing the summer
Stockholm’s cold, but I’ve been told
I was born to endure this kind of weather

And then I wanted to do this part and came closer to it:

When it’s you I find like a ghost in my mind,
I am defeated, and I gladly wear the crown

This suggested yet another story to me, though it didn’t make it down on paper:

But I’m holding back, that’s the strength that I lack
Every morning keeps returning at my window
And it brings me to you and I won’t just pass through
But I’m not asking for a storm

I thought it would be simple to use these lyrics:

No, I’m not asking much of you
Just sing little darling, sing with me

Strangely, it wasn’t. I ended up using none of the above.

I may have to come back and do this part, too:

And yes I might have lied to you
You wouldn’t benefit from knowing of the truth
I was frightened but I held fast
I need you now at long last

Kabobbles Sing Along is just what I think when I hear songs. I sometimes see images when I hear lyrics, pictures or movies in my head. Sometimes I relate it to stories. My interpretation of the songs and lyrics are probably nothing like their original intent.

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The Lion’s Roar

I love this song.

I think it could turn into dozens if not hundreds of fics. I’m pretty sure I used it to prompt others, though that was a long time ago. I’d even quote the lyrics for the whole song because I love almost all of them.

Now the pale morning sings of forgotten things
She plays a tune for those who wish to overlook
The fact that they’ve been blindly deceived
By those who preach and pray and teach
But she falls short and the night explodes in laughter

This is the part I believe I prompted others with, though I could apply it to many of my own characters:

Well I guess sometimes I wish you were a little more predictable
That I could read you just like a book
For now I can only guess what’s coming next
By examining your timid smile
And the ways of the old, old winds blowing you back ’round

I chose this part to do the first part of my album challenge:

Sometimes I wish I could find my Rosemary Hill
I’d sit there and look at the deserted lakes and I’d sing
And every once in a while I’d sing a song for you
That would rise above the mountains and the stars and the sea
And if I wanted it to it would lead you back to me

And the lion’s roar, the lion’s roar
Is something that I have heard before
A children’s tale, the lonesome wail of a lion’s roar

That does remind me of my own childhood and a certain set of books in particular.

Kabobbles Sing Along is just what I think when I hear songs. I sometimes see images when I hear lyrics, pictures or movies in my head. Sometimes I relate it to stories. My interpretation of the songs and lyrics are probably nothing like their original intent.