“She” ?????
It is confession time…again!
The Captain came home from one of his “tours”…in other words flying, (working) and he brought me a present!
Well, sort of a present!
He had heard a song…an old song, but he loved the lyrics and thought they were appropriate to/for/about ME!!!
The melody is haunting….which might explain why he thought of me….;)
Sometimes I have been known to “haunt” !!! Ha Ha!
OK…I am going to get serious, I am a bit embarrassed, but flattered too ….I think.
The Captain doesn’t know I am sharing this with you my dear readers…but I won’t tell him if you don’t tell him.
If you would like to play the song while reading this post…it is in the upper right corner (Featured Video)…just click on the little arrow! 😉
Because the lyrics are so apropos…and would fit most women, as we can be complex creatures…can’t we?
Women are many things to many people, depending on what is happening on any given day.
Women can be strong or vulnerable, happy and sad all within a 30 minute period …or less.
Women are beautiful and unique….Daughters, Mothers, Wives.
And most of all…and I speak for myself….unpredictable!
Perhaps that is why the Captain thought of me when he heard the lyrics.
Is that a good thing? I think it is…:)
This particular version of the song “She” was recorded by Elvis Costello (stage name), a British singer-songwriter.
If you are not familiar with this song…and would like to hear the melody…and read along with the printed lyrics…please click on the featured video in the upper right corner of my home page.
“She (Tous Les Visages De L’Amour)”
(originally by Charles Aznavour)
A trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day.
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one’s allowed to see them when they cry
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I’ll remember till the day I die
The why and wherefore I’m alive
The one I’ll care for through the rough and ready years
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I’ve got to be
The meaning of my life is She… She… She
Me
Aren’t we all at heart Sandy? 😉
thanks for stopping by..
Me
Kari, you’re a romantic, but so is the Captain.
Pshaw…Donna! You are so right…I confess, I am!
thanks for stopping by.
Me
You are a romantic techy. Thanks for the smile and the song.