huh...
Two mornings ago I woke up with the song "You Make Me Feel So Young" stuck in my head. (It's somewhat uncommon to have songs running through my head once I awaken that just come out of nowhere, but not so much that I'm amazed.)
So this morning it was "Young At Heart". Innnnteresting. I've never had songs that run with a theme, that I know of.
You make me feel so young; you make me feel like spring has sprung
And every time I see you grin I’m such a happy individual
The moment that you speak I want to go and play hide-and-seek
I want to go and bounce the moon just like a toy balloon
You and I are just like a couple of tots
Running across the meadow picking up lots of forget-me-nots
You make me feel so young
You make me feel there are songs to be sung, bells to be rung, and a wonderful fling to be flung
And even when I’m old and gray I’m gonna feel the way I do today
’Cause you make me feel so young
(Add a snarky comment about the Mia Farrow marriage? Noooo.)
and
Fairy tales can come true, it can happen to you if you’re young at heart
For it’s hard, you will find, to be narrow of mind if you’re young at heart
You can go to extremes with impossible schemes
You can laugh when your dreams fall apart at the seams
And life gets more exciting with each passing day
And love is either in your heart or on its way
Don’t you know that it’s worth every treasure on earth to be young at heart
For as rich as you are it’s much better by far to be young at heart
And if you should survive to 105, look at all you’ll derive out of being alive
Then here is the best part: you have a head start if you are among the very young at heart
(This is my co-worker Jane's theme: this fits her to a tee, and I admire her greatly.)
Now, mind you, when I wake up like this, it's not the lyrics being sung, but the tune - the orchestral accompaniment - that is playing. I mean, I couldn't just rattle the chords off on the piano, but I hear them perfectly in my head. So it's not particular words I'm hearing over and over again, at least in this case.
O.K., this is weird. I just realized that both of these are Frank Sinatra songs - and - there was another Sinatra song this week, even before the other one.
Start spreading the news, I’m leaving today
I want to be a part of it - New York, New York
These vagabond shoes are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it - New York, New York
I wanna wake up in a city that doesn’t sleep
And find I’m king of the hill; top of the heap (later A-number one)
These little-town blues are melting away
I’ll make a brand new start of it - in old New York
If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere
It’s up to you - New York, New York
(I feel quite sure at this point that I've been listening to that "music of your life" AM station too much.)
So, we have:
1. Coming to a new big town and feeling really great about it. Confident.
2. Somebody makes you feel really great, like you did when a little kid.
3. If you approach life like a little kid, life will in turn be as magic as when you were actually one.
Which automatically blend into:
New town - feeling great - wonderful partner - being childlike - magic.
OK, I think I get it. Thanks, Mr. Sinatra.
So this morning it was "Young At Heart". Innnnteresting. I've never had songs that run with a theme, that I know of.
You make me feel so young; you make me feel like spring has sprung
And every time I see you grin I’m such a happy individual
The moment that you speak I want to go and play hide-and-seek
I want to go and bounce the moon just like a toy balloon
You and I are just like a couple of tots
Running across the meadow picking up lots of forget-me-nots
You make me feel so young
You make me feel there are songs to be sung, bells to be rung, and a wonderful fling to be flung
And even when I’m old and gray I’m gonna feel the way I do today
’Cause you make me feel so young
(Add a snarky comment about the Mia Farrow marriage? Noooo.)
and
Fairy tales can come true, it can happen to you if you’re young at heart
For it’s hard, you will find, to be narrow of mind if you’re young at heart
You can go to extremes with impossible schemes
You can laugh when your dreams fall apart at the seams
And life gets more exciting with each passing day
And love is either in your heart or on its way
Don’t you know that it’s worth every treasure on earth to be young at heart
For as rich as you are it’s much better by far to be young at heart
And if you should survive to 105, look at all you’ll derive out of being alive
Then here is the best part: you have a head start if you are among the very young at heart
(This is my co-worker Jane's theme: this fits her to a tee, and I admire her greatly.)
Now, mind you, when I wake up like this, it's not the lyrics being sung, but the tune - the orchestral accompaniment - that is playing. I mean, I couldn't just rattle the chords off on the piano, but I hear them perfectly in my head. So it's not particular words I'm hearing over and over again, at least in this case.
O.K., this is weird. I just realized that both of these are Frank Sinatra songs - and - there was another Sinatra song this week, even before the other one.
Start spreading the news, I’m leaving today
I want to be a part of it - New York, New York
These vagabond shoes are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it - New York, New York
I wanna wake up in a city that doesn’t sleep
And find I’m king of the hill; top of the heap (later A-number one)
These little-town blues are melting away
I’ll make a brand new start of it - in old New York
If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere
It’s up to you - New York, New York
(I feel quite sure at this point that I've been listening to that "music of your life" AM station too much.)
So, we have:
1. Coming to a new big town and feeling really great about it. Confident.
2. Somebody makes you feel really great, like you did when a little kid.
3. If you approach life like a little kid, life will in turn be as magic as when you were actually one.
Which automatically blend into:
New town - feeling great - wonderful partner - being childlike - magic.
OK, I think I get it. Thanks, Mr. Sinatra.