Every now and then I come across a song that makes me stop and listen. Even as I write this particular song starts playing and I pause, my eyes closed, my attention on this song alone. Then when it finishes I press repeat. It takes a lot to make me listen to a song over and over. My husband does it all the time and it annoys me no end. But this song… it makes me… believe.
The thing is there are a handful of songs that touch me like Lady Antebellum’s Heart of the World; they make me pause, reflect; they send shivers down my back; they stay with me a long time. I associate them with a place, a time, an occasion, but these songs meant something to me the moment I heard them and it had nothing to do with the occasion even if they forever take me back to that place. Each time I listen to these songs I delve into them, I try to discover why they touch me so deeply, but with maybe the odd line I just don’t get it. These are songs that I cannot relate to even though they tear me to pieces each time I hear them.
Until I heard Heart of the World for the first time. There is just so much in this song that I just get and I just can’t get enough of it. Like I said previously, it just makes me believe. That is the only word for it, the word that came to my fingertips unbidden. A YouTube link is below, but the following two verses are particular favourites.
If grease is the soul of the kitchen
And coffee the drink of the Gods
Routine too perfect to mention
Time is a thief I would rob
= This is just me and my life.
Oh, and hope is the soul of the dreamer
And heaven is the home of my God
It only takes one true believer
To believe you can still beat the odds
= This sums up the series I am currently writing (and I suppose me, in a sense).