Lucy's Song


She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes
She can ruin your faith with her casual lies
And she only reveals what she wants you to see
She hides like a child, but she's always a woman to me

Yeah I know it's a little advanced for a 21 month old, but she is my lady and I am her mom. I used to play this song for us when she was brand new, on the computer in my room, and I would perch her over my shoulder like a six pound bag of beans and dance with her. And Billy Joel would sing to us. It was good.

When Monty was a baby

I sang "Iris" by the Goo Goos to him all the time. It was very romantic. Maybe that's why he is such a flirt.

When Sam was born I sang "No Woman No Cry" except I sang "No Sammy No Cry" to him.

Sam's birth was hell on wheels, and I think the words, "Everythings gonna be alright, now" were more to myself than to him.

When I was eleven the theme from "Chariots of Fire" was in my head all the time. I still can't think of my grade six teacher Mrs. Ferrante without that song moving in on the thought.

The theme song for me meeting Jay at 17 is, hands down, "Wait" by White Lion. Great song.

And when we broke up for a while a few years later it was just in time for "I Remember You" by Skid Row. Oh the tears I shed in my hostess uniform in the bathroom of the Golden Griddle that summer. That song is still like an arrow to my heart. I love it, though.

I love the lyrics and phrasing to "The Boxer" by S&G. I love Pachelbel's Canon in D Minor. I love "Lovin' Touchin' Squeezin'" By Journey, and when I play it in the car I am a karaoke star and everyone in the crowd is amazed at my ability to be Steve Perry.

K.D. Lang's version of "Bird on a Wire" makes me cry. "Be Thou My Vision" when Van Morrison does it, it gives me shivers. I also love the Communards, although I haven't listened to them for years.

I could go on for weeks. Let me just say that some songs are like a wave that knocks you back. Others start as a lump in your throat, that gets bigger and bigger until it forces itself out through the tears in your eyes. Some songs are TENS machines, from the first beat you can feel the electromagneticness coursing through your veins. And some are so gentle as to be like sitting beside your best friend, not even talking, just knowing you could say anything you wanted and they would not move from beside you.

And all songs are memories. From bad perms to big stupid fights to your lips pressing down on the firm fuzziness of your new baby's head.

Toodles,
A.