As we head into Cancer season of the zodiac, I prepare to celebrate another year older and maybe a little bit wiser, but maybe not.
My birthday is next month, and I don’t expect any presents, but today I received one of the best gifts I’ve ever received in my life.
Our own Siri wrote a magical tale just for me. Read Love Rollercoaster here. It’s a fabulous journey, full of gorgeous art, and an engaging spinning tale. As with every story, she weaves a song into the mix. (Take a look at the title of her story and you might guess the song.)
Read her story and get lost in the beautiful images and wonderful storytelling, as I did. Read another, you won’t be disappointed. Subscribe to never miss out on the next sweeping, galactic journey and to catch up on what you’ve missed.
My heart is full and so very happy. Thank you, thank you, my friend! ♥️
Do I answer this prompt? Are they data mining? Do they want to know if we’re using a certain brand of calcium to prevent bone breakage?
Yes, I’ve broken my tailbone, though I have no idea how. I may have broken a toe, but I never had an x-ray. Other than that, I don’t think so.
Have I broken my own heart? Several times. Will I try again to break it? Statistically, yes.
Let’s segue into my song lyrics for the day:
Don’t Get Me Wrong (2007 Remaster)
The Pretenders
Don’t get me wrong If I’m looking kind of dazzled I see neon lights Whenever you walk by
Don’t get me wrong If you say, “Hello”, and I take a ride Upon a sea where the mystic moon Is playing havoc with the tide Don’t get me wrong
Don’t get me wrong If I’m acting so distracted I’m thinking about the fireworks That go off when you smile
Don’t get me wrong If I split like light refracted I’m only off to wander Across a moonlit mile
Once in awhile Two people meet Seemingly for no reason They just pass on the street Suddenly thunder, showers everywhere Who can explain the thunder and rain But there’s something in the air
Don’t get me wrong If I come and go like fashion I might be great tomorrow But hopeless yesterday
Don’t get me wrong If I fall in the mode of passion It might be unbelievable But let’s not say, “So long” It might just be fantastic Don’t get me wrong
I’m not going to answer with a controversial response. Freedom for me has taken on a new definition since early March. I would call it unsolicited liberation. But here it is: freedom. Freedom can look like a lot of things. To me it looks like autonomy and a new start.
And I’m not going to lie, probably my first reason for liking this prompt is the song it made me think of: Freedom! ‘90 by George Michael. The song was my jam when it was released, and believe it or not I like it even more now. With life experience comes a different understanding of certain song lyrics. I can’t say I know what it’s like to be George Michael, and I know this song was for him a personal statement, but putting those two facts aside, I feel it in my gut (and I sing along) when he belts out, “I don’t belong to you, and you don’t belong to me.” That line gets me every time. When the song was first released, that line didn’t stand out to me. I was more interested in George Michael‘s take. But now that I’ve lived and experienced much more than I did when this song was released, I’m understanding his lyrics in a different way. Freedom. Yeah, yeah. You got you gotta give what you take.
Freedom! ’90
Song by George Michael
I won’t let you down I will not give you up Gotta have some faith in the sound It’s the one good thing that I’ve got I won’t let you down So please don’t give me up Because I would really, really love to stick around Oh, yeah
Heaven knows I was just a young boy Didn’t know what I wanted to be (Didn’t know what I wanted to be) I was every little hungry schoolgirl’s pride and joy And I guess it was enough for me (And I guess it was enough for me)
To win the race, a prettier face Brand new clothes and a big fat place On your rock and roll TV (Rock and roll TV) But today the way I play the game is not the same, no way Think I’m gonna get me some happy
I think there’s something you should know (I think it’s time I told you so) There’s something deep inside of me (There’s someone else I’ve got to be) Take back your picture in a frame (Take back your singing in the rain) I just hope you understand Sometimes the clothes do not make the man
All we have to do now Is take these lies and make them true somehow All we have to see Is that I don’t belong to you and you don’t belong to me, yeah yeah
Freedom (I won’t let you down) Freedom (I will not give you up) Freedom (Gotta have some faith in the sound) You’ve got to give what you take (It’s the one good thing that I’ve got) Freedom (I won’t let you down) Freedom (So please don’t give me up) Freedom (‘Cause I would really) You’ve got to give what you take (really love to stick around)
Heaven knows we sure had some fun, boy What a kick just a buddy and me (What a kick just a buddy and me) We had every big-shot goodtime band on the run, boy We were living in a fantasy (We were living in a fantasy)
We won the race, got out of the place Went back home, got a brand new face for the boys on MTV (Boys on MTV) But today the way I play the game has got to change, oh yeah Now I’m gonna get myself happy
I think there’s something you should know (I think it’s time I stopped the show) There’s something deep inside of me (There’s someone I forgot to be) Take back your picture in a frame (Don’t think that I’ll I be back again) I just hope you understand Sometimes the clothes do not make the man
All we have to do now Is take these lies and make them true somehow All we have to see Is that I don’t belong to you and you don’t belong to me, yeah yeah
Freedom (I won’t let you down) Freedom (I will not give you up) Freedom (Gotta have some faith in the sound) You got to give what you take (It’s the one good thing that I’ve got) Freedom (I won’t let you down) Freedom (So please don’t give me up) Freedom (‘Cause I would really) You got to give what you take (really love to stick around)
Well, it looks like the road to heaven But it feels like the road to hell When I knew which side my bread was buttered I took the knife as well Posing for another picture Everybody’s got to sell But when you shake your ass They notice fast And some mistakes were build to last
That’s what you get (That’s what you get) I say that’s what you get (I say that’s what you get for changing your mind) That’s what you get for changing your mind (That’s what you get) (That’s what you get) And after all this time I just hope you understand Sometimes the clothes do not make the man
All we have to do now Is take these lies and make them true somehow All we have to see Is that I don’t belong to you And you don’t belong to me, yeah yeah
Freedom (Oh) Freedom (My) Freedom You’ve gotta give for what you take Freedom (I’ll hold on to my) Freedom (My) Freedom You got to give what, to give what, give what you take Yeah! You got to give what, give to what, to give
May not be what you want from me Just the way it’s got to be Lose the face now I’ve got to live
This prompt is underwhelming. For those who want to read my poetry, check it out. It’s all here on this blog.
My musical taste is eccentric, just like my personality. The only thing that isn’t my jam is country music. I do like Chris Stapleton, but that is where it ends.
I don’t have a poem to accompany today’s prompt.
I’m going to leave this video and lyrics here. The song sums up my poetry journey so far this year, and I love Jason Mraz’s music.
Details in the Fabric
Jason Mraz
Calm down Deep breaths And get yourself dressed instead Of running around And pulling on your threads saying Breaking yourself up
If it’s a broken part, replace it If it’s a broken arm then brace it If it’s a broken heart then face it
And hold your own Know your name And go your own way
Hold your own Know your name And go your own way And everything will be fine
Hang on Help is on the way Stay strong I’m doing everything
Hold your own Know your name And go your own way
Hold your own Know your name And go your own way
And everything, everything will be fine Everything
Are the details in the fabric Are the things that make you panic Are your thoughts results of static cling?
Are the things that make you blow Hell, no reason, go on and scream If you’re shocked it’s just the fault Of faulty manufacturing
Everything will be fine Everything in no time at all Everything
Hold your own And know your name Go your own way
Are the details in the fabric (Hold your own, know your name) Are the things that make you panic Are your thoughts results of static cling? (Go your own way)
Are the details in the fabric (Hold your own, know your name) Are the things that make you panic (Go your own way) Is it Mother Nature’s sewing machine?
Are the things that make you blow (Hold your own, know your name) Hell no reason go on and scream If you’re shocked it’s just the fault (Go your own way) Of faulty manufacturing
Everything will be fine Everything in no time at all Hearts will hold
“It's Amy,” I said. 