Well, let's just say that it is 2AM and I'm sitting in the floor of my living room too excited to sleep.
Darn you obsessive thoughts.
At around 12:30, we finally went to bed. Greg was watching the news and it had funny stuff about the political ads, and of course, WV was making national headlines.
Anyway, as soon as we laid down, I had a sentence running through my head, "Mama, what's it mean to be good?" Then it had a beat to it, and it was followed by, "Mama, what's it mean to be kind?" And then I was going up into the high chord, and then back to G, and then dropping down into D...and oh well...I had to get up out of bed and see what this was going on in my head.
Greg blamed it on the fact he made me a glass of chocolate milk at 9pm, I blame the 30 minute nap I took this afternoon while the kids were watching Animal Planet. Being a weirdo dreamer anyway, dreams are C to the R to the A to the Z to the Y when you're napping in the living room while a narrator is telling of how Iraqi soldiers rescued a baby camel...yeah, pretty darn weird...
Either way, I was up and in the floor here with the Ibanez, my daddy's beautiful blond, jumbo body guitar, jotting down lyrics and strumming when my cell phone rings. It says Gregaroni. I'm skeered. Sure enough shutting his door hadn't proven enough refuge from my monstrous vocals. And I was being REALLY quiet, I promise!
Now, to help you picture it, let me offer you up a photo of me I just snapped...
What's that? You don't think that is for real? Ok, so I'm busted, it usually takes me til 8 or so before I look like that on the average day...anywho - here's a for real shot of me and ol' blondie this AM...
Why am I cheesing so hard? Well, because it's warm back inside.
You guessed it. When the phone rang, it was my supportive husband asking me to take my show outside to the garage. So, since the theme of this whole friggin' song was Titus 2, I thought I'd better obey...so yeah, out I went.
Anyway - it was well worth it. This may be one of my favorite songs...EVER...finally, a song inspired by my mama, hope it was worth the wait mom!
Here are the lyrics - hope to get to perform it for all of you live sometime soon, the lawn mower, the water hose, the tool box, and the yard sale boxes all thought it rocked.
What's It Mean? It's a rocky, kinda, up-beat little diddy...
If I could go back
back to the years of my youth
Mama there's so many questions
I should have been askin you
It isn't like you wouldn't have
sat me down and gave me the truth
I guess our hearts have to be ready
for the seed to not find rock
And at that time mine was so jagged
It's amazing the battle you fought
Oh, I should have been askin'
Mama, what's it mean to be good?
Mama, what's it mean to be kind?
Mama, what's it mean to be pure?
And to not seek my refuge in a bottle of wine?
Mama, what's it mean to watch my words?
Mama, what's it mean to have self-control?
Mama, what's it mean to obey my man?
And what does it mean to be a keeper of the home?
I know that God had a plan
Even though I hadn't sought Him
He finally found rich soil
Where the rocks and weeds had been
And mama I know your prayers
Are what helped to clear them
And over the last few years
We've got to see Him at work
How he's given me so much joy
In place of so much hurt
I started askin'...
When I look in her eyes
a little me is what I see
And I see this world's tainted views
Tryin' to show her what a woman should be
And I pray that every day
God's teaching her through me
I wanna stand with her
As she wears her dress of white
Able to give God the praise
for the answers that night
When she was askin'...
Okay, schew...I feel so much better. I think I'll be able to find some sleep!
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