What's It Mean?

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'...

Mama....(refrain)

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'...

Mama... (Refrain)

Okay, schew...I feel so much better. I think I'll be able to find some sleep!

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