Other People's Song Lyrics

Ok, normally I wouldn't do this, but since my other options for post content are not that appealing right now, I'm actually going to post some pop song lyrics on my blog.  The first is for the song Listen from the Dreamgirls soundtrack, which has been going through my head since Sunday when I first saw the movie (if you have not seen Dreamgirls yet, drop what you are doing and go see it.  Now.):

Listen to the song here in my heart
a melody I start but can't complete

Listen to the sound from deep within
Its only beginning to find release

Ohh the time has come for my dreams to be heard
They will not be pushed aside and turned
Into your own, all 'cause you won't listen

[chorus]
Listen
I am alone at a crossroads
I'm not at home in my own home
And I've tried and tried
To say whats on my mind
You should have known
Now I'm done believing you
You don't know what I'm feeling
I'm more than what
You've made of me
I followed the voice, you gave to me
But now I've gotta find my own
You should have listened

There was someone here inside
Someone I thought had died
So long ago
Oh I'm screaming out
And my dreams will be heard
They will not be pushed Aside or turned
Into your own

All 'cause you won't listen

I don't know where I belong
But I'll be moving on
If you don't, if you won't

Listen to the song here in my heart
A melody I start, but I will complete

Now I am done believing you
You don't know not what I am feeling
I'm more than what you've made of me
I followed the voice you think you gave to me

But now I got to find my own - my own

Of course, it's much more powerful listening to Beyonce sing it.  . . . I can't believe I actually just wrote that, but I can't deny that I absolutely disintegrated in the movie theatre during the scene where Beyonce's Deena Jones/Diana Ross character sings this song to her husband, Curtis/Berry Gordy Jr., who is trying to make her star in this god-awful Cleopatra film . . .

OK, the next one comes from an e-mail I just got from my mom (see where I get it from?) for the song Who I Am by Jessica Andrews:

If I live to be a hundred
And never see the seven wonders
That'll be alright
If I don't make it to the big leagues
If I never win a Grammy
I'm gonna be just fine
'Cause I know exactly who I am

I am Rosemary's granddaughter
The spitting image of my father
And when the day is done
My momma's still my biggest fan
Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy
But I've got friends who love me
And they know just where I stand
It's all a part of me
And that's who I am

So when I make big mistake
When I fall flat on my face
I know I'll be alright
Should my tender heart be broken
I will cry those teardrops knowin'
I will be just fine
'Cause nothin' changes who I am

I'm a saint and I'm a sinner
I'm a loser, I'm a winner
I'm am steady and unstable
I am young but I'm able

I am Rosemary's granddaughter
The spitting image of my father
And when the day is done
My momma's still my biggest fan
Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy
But I've got friends who love me
And they know just where I stand
It's all a part of me
And that's who I am

Now, the ironic thing about this is that I really do have a grandmother named Rosemary.  What are the chances of that?  And at times, you could say I'm the spitting image of my father, although I hear I look alot like my mother, at least with straight hair.   But the rest of the song couldn't be truer. 

Comments

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[Jordan 1]

One song can spark a moment. That sure is a beautiful song.