Post #661: Wham! - "Last Christmas" - Single

GEORGE MICHAEL

1963-2016

Good bye, my dearest George Michael... and thank you for being so many of my firsts... my first musical crush... and my first cassette tape that I purchased with my own money... and my first poster that hung above my bed... and of course, my first concert... you will always hold a very special place in my heart... RIP, my love... such a tremendous loss to a lifelong fan like me... I'll also include his duet with Aretha called "I Knew You Were Waiting (For Me)"...

Until next time...

XOXOXO

Anastasia

[Chorus (2x):]
Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away.
This year
To save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special.

Once bitten and twice shy
I keep my distance
But you still catch my eye.
Tell me, baby,
Do you recognize me?
Well,
It's been a year,
It doesn't surprise me
(Merry Christmas)

I wrapped it up and sent it
With a note saying, "I love you,"
I meant it
Now I know what a fool I've been.
But if you kissed me now
I know you'd fool me again.

[Chorus 2x]

Oh, oh, baby.

A crowded room,
Friends with tired eyes.
I'm hiding from you
And your soul of ice.
My god I thought you were someone to rely on.
Me? I guess I was a shoulder to cry on.

A face on a lover with a fire in his heart.
A man under cover but you tore me apart, ooh-hoo.
Now I've found a real love, you'll never fool me again.

[Chorus 2x]

A face on a lover with a fire in his heart (I gave you my heart)
A man under cover but you tore him apart
Maybe next year I'll give it to someone
I'll give it to someone special.

Special...
Someone...

Post #660 - Trashcan Sinatras - "Obscurity Knocks" - Cake

So, I recently read a story about a woman who has lived to be 117-years-old.  She attributes her long life to remaining single and eating two (2) to three (3) eggs per day.  I intend to remain single, and I typically eat two (2) eggs per day. (I love having breakfast foods for dinner --- one of my faves!!)  However, as I was enjoying my eggs this morning, I could not help but think: "I really don't want to live to be 117... maybe I should cut back to one (1) egg per day..."  Just sayin'!!!

On another note, I hope you enjoy this little treasure called "Obscurity Knocks".

Until next time...

XOXOXO
Anastasia

Always at the foot of the photograph, that's me there

Snug as a thug in a mugshot pose, a foul-mouthed rogue

Owner of this corner and not much more

Still these days I'm better placed to get my just rewards

I'll pound out a tune and very soon

I'll have too much to say and a dead stupid name

Though I ought to be learning I feel like a veteran

Of "oh I like your poetry but I hate your poems"

Calendars crumble I'm knee deep in numbers

I've turned twenty-one, I've twist, I'm bust and wrong again

Rubbing shoulders with the sheets 'til two

Looking at my watch and I'm half-past caring

In the lap of luxury it comes to mind

Is this headboard hard? Am I a lap behind?

But to face doom in a sock-stenched room all by myself

Is the kind of fate I never contemplate

Lots of people would cry though none spring to mind

Though I ought to be learning I feel like a veteran

Of "oh I like your poetry but I hate your poems"

Calendars crumble I'm knee deep in numbers

I've turned twenty-one, I've twist, I'm bust and wrong again

Know what it's like

To sigh at the sight of the first quarter of life?

Ever stopped to think and found out nothing was there?

They laugh to see such fun

I'm playing blind man's bluff all by myself

And they're chanting a line from a nursery rhyme

"Ba ba bleary eyes - have you any idea?"

Years of learning I must be a veteran

Of "oh I like your poetry but I hate your poems"

And the calendar's cluttered with days that are numbered

I've turned twenty-one, I've twist, I'm bust and wrong again

Ought to be learning

Twist, I'm bust and wrong again

Feel like a veteran

Twist, I'm bust and wrong again

Calendar's cluttered

With days that are numbered

And I know what it's like

To sigh at the sight

Of the first quarter of life

Post #659: The Magnetic Fields - "All My Little Words" - 69 Love Songs

This song has one of my favorite lyrics ever: "You tell me that you're unboyfriendable..." It describes me perfectly... and it does not make me the least bit sad... in fact, I am told time and time again how lucky I am to have such a fierce level of independence.  I believe it more and more as I continue to see relationships unravel before my very eyes and couples who once felt like they couldn't live without one another become increasingly distant and cruel to the other.  I am VERY lucky, and I count my blessings each and every day that I never needed and/or wanted my life to look like everyone else's.

Until next time...

XOXOXO
Anastasia

You are a splendid butterfly

It is your wings that make you beautiful

And I could make you fly away

But I could never make you stay

You said you were in love with me

Both of us know that that's impossible

And I could make you rue the day

But I could never make you stay

Not for all the tea in China

Not if I could sing like a bird

Not for all North Carolina

Not for all my little words

Not if I could write for you

The sweetest song you ever heard

It doesn't matter what I'll do

Not for all my little words

Now that you've made me want to die

You tell me that you're unboyfriendable

And I could make you pay and pay

But I could never make you stay

Not for all the tea in China

Not if I could sing like a bird

Not for all North Carolina

Not for all my little words

Not if I could write for you

The sweetest song you ever heard

It doesn't matter what I'll do

Not for all my little words

It doesn't matter what I'll do

Not for all my little words