Winter

I heard this song and just… loved it.

It’s such a beautiful thought and wonderful imagery, and Tori Amos has a nice voice, too.

It was hard to find something to use it for because many of my characters lack this close relationship with their father, but then… There was Burditt. Burditt is a great father and father figure.

And there’s how Dillon doesn’t see the good in himself after all that his biological father did to him, so this part can fit for his relationships with just about everyone as well as Burditt and Larina:

“Your must learn to stand up for yourself
Cause I can’t always be around”
He says

When you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
Cause things are gonna change so fast

The part about things changing so fast fits in well with the story, because Larina’s life is completely flipped around at the beginning, and everything she thought she knew and had is gone, and she has to find a way to live with those changes, same with Dillon.

Plus I think, while several things led up to it happening, the way that Larina and Dillon lost their friendship must have seemed fast and horrible for both of them, leaving them both floundering for a while afterward, and that fits as well.

I had to use the lines about the white horses for this story, though, because they live on a ranch and care for rescue horses. The white ones are special, though, as the little fic shows.

Still, there’s a lot of Larina and Burditt that goes with this song.


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.

Keep Warm

So I am putting together a test of a second digital care package. I put the picture with the little fic, and it’s all here, but this is the song I chose to go with it.

While it doesn’t relate directly to the fic, it has some elements of that and also embraces the whole of their saga, because these lyrics here:

Sables and wine till the end of time you give me much more than that
Diamond rings and beautiful things
Oh you give me much more than that
When you smile

are very much who Dillon and Larina are. It’s not about luxuries with them. They’re simple people who live a hard life on a ranch. And it’s not about rings though he does give her one that is a promise to always be there, but their friendship was always so deep and his smile was everything to her when they were younger because he’d been so hurt and she loved drawing it out of him. He knew her smile as a sign of trouble. 🙂

(I did also use this song for Vred and Malina because rarely does Vred smile, but when he does… it’s for her, and it’s something amazing. And then there’s the effect her smile has on him.)

This part, however, applies to the fic:

And it’s cold outside but I’m just fine
You are mine to keep warm


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.

She’s Like the Wind

This is one of those songs I’ve heard dozens of times before and could have applied to many stories, but when I heard it more recently on the radio, it reminded me again. This time, it was screaming Vred and Malina, but I didn’t actually settle in to write anything until today.

I used this part to create my short bit of fic for today:

Can’t look in her eyes
She’s out of my league
Just a fool to believe
I have anything she needs
She’s like the wind

I look in the mirror and all I see
Is a young old man with only a dream
Am I just fooling myself
That she’ll stop the pain
Living without her
I’d go insane

Though I’d argue that I didn’t do much justice to the characters or the lyrics.

I wanted to use this, but it didn’t quite work out:

She leads me through moonlight
Only to burn me with the sun
She’s taken my heart
But she doesn’t know what she’s done


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.

Flowers in Your Hair

Today I managed to resume posting my themed snippets, starting with a Saturday song piece based off this song that I felt fit Enadar and Felise.

I have been listening to the Lumineers lately, and this is not the only song of theirs that reminds me of those two, or of others in the story because this fits them, too.

Still, this was what inspired the piece, so I went with this.

When we were younger we thought
Everyone was on our side
Then we grew a little bit
And romanticized the time I saw
Flowers in your hair
It takes a boy to live
It takes a man to pretend he was there

These are the parts that applies to many of the characters:

Cause it’s a long road to wisdom
But it’s a short one
To being ignored

And…

It takes a man to live
It takes a woman to make him compromise

That part should be done for Vred and Malina, too. Even Alik and Malina.


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.

Diamonds and Rust

This song is a favorite. And it has been asking for a story for years now.

And I could quote all the lyrics. I always sing along. And now I have a bit of something using this, which I am posting for my themed snippet today.

I love the opening.

Well I’ll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that’s not unusual
It’s just that the moon is full
And you happened to call

This part gave me the opening bit of my latest snippet:

And here I sit, hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I’d known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall

I included a bit that used both of these thoughts, and I am, I admit, absurdly proud :

As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin’s eggs
“My poetry was lousy”, you said

This part led to her having a memory of the two of them:

Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
An’ snow in your hair
Now you’re smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel over Washington Square

Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there

I still really, really, want to use this part, though:

Now you’re telling me
You’re not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You, who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague

‘Cause I need some of that vagueness now
It’s all come back too clearly
Yes, I loved you dearly

And if you’re offering me diamonds and rust
I’ve already paid.


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.

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

So I’m going to launch the revival of Kabobbles Sing Along with a song just about everyone knows.

A while back, I was discussing how many things reference The Wizard of Oz with the cover artist aka my best friend. It’s been a while, so I don’t remember all of what I said, something to the effect that all scifi involving our world mentioned Oz. She pointed out that it was a very easy to relate to story. That it could be adapted to almost every situation but it was more than that, it was something people today got.

I know I’ve made some comments about Oz myself, but this most recent one happened with Quinn, Candelaria, Beacan, and Leah. It came in the form of song and finally gave me something to talk about for the Sunday Sing Along.

The song, of course, is very easy relate to, too. Most people know it. I happen to love it.

Many people have sung this song, but I think I still prefer the original.

If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can’t I?


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.

Nothing Without You

So… I think this is the theme song for the new serial, Even Better than Dreams.

I had the computer playing random music while I was working, and up popped this song, and I thought, that is them. That’s their story. Not entirely, no, but it was so close I had to find the song again, listen to it on repeat, write a scene or two…

Oh, call my name.
You know my name.
And in that sound, everything will change.
Tell me it won’t always be this hard.
I am nothing without you, but I don’t know who you are.

This part isn’t too far from their first meeting:

It’s the crowded room that breaks me: everybody looks so luminous, and strangely young.
It’s the crowded room that’s never heard.
No one here can say a word of my native tongue.
I can’t be among them anymore.
I fold myself away before it burns me numb.

This section got me back into working on it after a bit away from it:

It’s the quiet night that breaks me.
I cannot stand the sight of this familiar place.
It’s the quiet night that breaks me, like a dozen papercuts that only I can trace.
All my books are lying useless now.
All my maps will only show me how to lose my way.

I was able to write this scene after listening to the song on repeat.

I am nothing without you, but I don’t know who you are.


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.

Hush Now

I had wanted to write something for this for a while, but the thing is, there’s only so much angst that I can handle writing, especially if I’m dealing with angst in my life. So I wasn’t going to touch this at all, but I came up with a short piece, Dancing This Waltz Alone, that uses some of the lyrics from this I love so much. It is angsty. Such is the nature of the lyrics.

Since the piece uses some of the other lyrics, I’ll share these ones:

I won’t bury you in the basement
As I’ve been known to do
I won’t bludgeon your memory
Leave you crying out for truth

There’s a song we sing together
The song of me and you
And I was hoping that we could fix it
At least just fiddle around with the tune

This, of course, is one of the strongest parts, at least the last line:

We were peaceful when we were sleeping
Or after we had a fight
We were civil when people were watching
We were worst when we were right


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.

Helplessly Hoping

So, most of the time when I put something in Kabobbles Sing Along, it’s something that has inspired me in some way, not something I gave as a prompt to someone else.

I can’t say I didn’t think this song had a relevance to any of my characters or stories. It does.

This song reminds me pointedly of Alec Forsythe and Lady Stasia from The Lady in Black and Back in Black.

The first part of the song, of course, reminds me of Alec and the way he watched over her before she’d even acknowledge that he was helping her.

Helplessly hoping
Her harlequin hovers nearby
Awaiting a word
Gasping at glimpses
Of gentle true spirit

This part, of course, is her:

Love isn’t lying
It’s loose in a lady who lingers
Saying she is lost
And choking on hello

However, part of the reason I wanted to post something about this song was that I took this section, here:

He waits by the window
And wonders
At the empty place inside
Heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams
He worries

and gave it as a prompt, leading to this piece from Liana Mir, Abyss Looking Back.

Of course, I do like the chorus, too.

They are one person
They are two alone
They are three together
They are for each other


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.

Living Is the Poem

I always think of this when I see poetry or think of writing it:


I am not a poet, living is the poem
I am not a singer, I am in the song
And I’ve got a story that I cannot write down
And I’m with you but I’ll always be alone
I may not be right, but I don’t think I am wrong

And I just love this part:

I’ve found a tearful language that translates what I am
And I cried out loud, but they didn’t understand
I cried so hard I may never try again
I may never try, I may never try again

I couldn’t find a better quality video, unfortunately. This one does not do justice to the song.


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.