We all have our favorite songs, but what is it about music that really grabs you? Is it the rhythm of the song; the artist; the composer/producer; or the song-writer? Perhaps some or all of these by-products are the cause and effect of your ability to whistle a favorite tune by heart, tap your feet to the beat, and recite the words verbatim.
Me? I’m a lyric guy; always have been. I enjoy story-tellers, the singers and song-writers who specialize in ballads. No matter the topic, I’m attracted to a song that sucks me into a saga. Generationally, I’m without prejudice; it can be a tune from any place in time. YouTube has been a treasure in it’s vast collection of such classics, and it’s inspired me to blow the dust of some of my old vinyl albums and listen to the crackle from my turn-table; yes, it still works magnificently! Just thought I’d share some of my favorite lines from my library of memorable tunes.
~‘You smoked me like a cigarette. I was burned, I was cast aside’
“You Can’t Put A Price On Love”/The Knack
~‘I made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast….never meant to last’
“A Pirate Looks At Forty”/Jimmy Buffett
~‘Some expressions in your eyes, always took me by surprise’
“Oh Yeah”/Roxy Music
~‘He was a hard-headed man; he was brutally handsome. And she was terminally pretty.’
“Life In The Fast Lane”/Eagles
~‘Last time I saw Marie, she’s waving me good-bye. With hurry-home drops on her cheek that trickled from her eye’
“Memphis”/Chuck Berry
~‘You can hide beneath your covers and study your pain. Make crosses from your lovers; throw roses in the rain’
“Thunder Road”/Bruce Springsteen
~‘Look for the girl with the broken smile. Ask her if she wants to stay a while.’
“She Will Be Loved”/Maroon 5
~’Though there’s grinning and madolin-ing in sunny Italy, the beginning has just begun when the sun goes down!’
“On An Evening in Roma”/Dean Martin
~‘Memories may be beautiful, and yet……what’s too painful to remember, we simply choose to forget’
“The Way We Were”/Barbra Streisand
~‘We live in hope of love and wait to die…….and sadness all around us makes for crying. And feelings that once meant so much, are left to dry and turn to dust…….and ashes’
“Give It Up”/Badfinger
~‘There’s a fire softly burning; supper’s on the stove. But it’s the light in your eyes that makes him warm’
“Back Home Again”/John Denver
~‘Another fella told me he had a sister who looked just fine. Instead of being my deliverance, she had a strange resemblance to a cat named Frankenstein’
“Another Saturday Night”/Sam Cooke
~‘You don’t tug on Superman’s cape. You don’t spit into the wind. You don’t pull the mask off the ol’ Lone Ranger and you don’t mess around with Jim’
“You Don’t Mess Around With Jim”/Jim Croce
And I’ll leave you with this gem……………
~‘You are the sun; I am the moon. You are the words; I am the tune. Play me….’
“Play Me”/Neil Diamond




My niece and I always wanted to write a really cornball country western song with starting with, “Gladbag your man…”