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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

If I Had a Theme Song…

This would be my theme song.

Why?

I don’t have songs, true. No one has taken one and changed it.

On the other hand, I’d say that having a brain ‘picked like a chicken bone‘ and being half-insane (or more, really) rather fits me well.

Then we could add in the fact that part of it is in French, a language I’ve loved since I was little and studied almost enough to be semi-fluent in.

Or we could go with the part that says, “if the people are buying tears, I’ll be rich some day.”

Sometimes it really feels that way. And sometimes the stories I write are full of pain, for me or for the characters. So maybe someone is buying tears in that sense.

But that brings me back to the main reason that this is my theme song:

I wish I could find a good book to live in, wish I could find a good book. Well, if I could find a real good book, I’d never have to come out.

I’m a writer. I always have some kind of story going in my head. I spend more time in some kind of book than I do anything else.  I’m searching for that good book to live in for good, I guess, but I have already spent some great times in the ones I’ve visited so far.


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.

Steppin’

I’m sorry I saw you. I meant to stay blind.

I’m not even sure that any more ever needs to be said, but that’s only one of the lyrics I like so much about this song. Those lyrics inspired a couple of short stories I wrote, and I offered them to others as a challenge.

Someday, I think, I’d like to do more. It’s all about having enough time.

Not that I’ll ever have enough time.  No one ever does. That would be funny, though, if there was enough time…

I’m glad that I’m laughing. It’s a good way to die.

Gonna make it alone, and that’s what’s so sad.


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.

Some Say I Got Devil

As I wrote a new section of Nickel and Dime, Effie needed to sing along with the radio. Her character history and personality lends itself toward oldies, probably even older than the one I picked, but there were so many options, so many songs that I could have used.

Why this one, then?

Admittedly, I could have picked one more people would recognize, but I think this particular artist is underrated. I was hooked after one record album, the Live at Carnegie Hall album, one I still go back to and listen over and over despite having a much larger music library. In my opinion, some of the best versions of those songs–and, sadly, some of the only versions of those songs–are on that album.

This song has a bit of a haunting quality to it. Lyrics that fit almost anyone, though in particular I was always reminded of Miss Parker on The Pretender.

Effie got this song because of the actress she’s named after and the situation she’s in. And who she is.


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.