Friday, February 26, 2010

Take This Tune - Saving Grace

More driving. This time it's down a lonely road. Some of the best shows on television are now on cable. This will be the last season starting at the end of March for Saving Grace. Your job, write about your favorite non network show, your favorite TV theme song, the lyrics to Saving Grace, or the lonely roads you might have traveled. . As always, go where it takes you.

One time around the block
Two times around the clock
Three times, don't cross the little lady (lady)

So pretty and, oh, so bold
Got a heart full of gold on a lonely road
She said, "I don't even think that God can save me" (save me)

(Am I) gainin' ground
(Am I) losin' face
(Have I) lost and found my saving grace
Thankful for the gift my angels gave me

Born alone, we die alone
'n' I'm just sittin' here by the phone
Waitin' for the Lord to send my callin'

Street wise from the boulevard
Jesus only knows that she tries too hard
She's only tryin' to keep the sky from fallin'

("How'd you know my name"
"God sent me"
"God sent you"

Any man who says it's Heaven and Hell
Prob'ly got somethin' useless to sell
You ask me if I'm saved, but what's it to ya?

Blow a quarter, cop another eight
You're runnin' out of high, you're losin' your faith
Throw your hands up and scream, "Hallelujah"

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

("You're headed for hell, Grace
But God's givin' you one last chance
He sent me to help ya
Ha, ha, ha, ha")

One time around the sun
Another year older and my work ain't done
It's time for me to write the final chapter (chapter)

Deal the cards and roll the dice
Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll are my only vice
Tryin' to figure out just what's here after (here after)

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Friday, February 19, 2010

Take This Tune - Radar Love

Linda of  "Are We There Yet" requested this driving music favorite of hers with the following comment.   "Before you could send a text message or call someone in their car, there was no way to communicate to a driver - unless you had a certain telepathic love that could convey from a distance your desire to be with that person, something you might call - Radar Love. In this song, the guy has been driving all night, but keeps pushing the pedal because he just knows that his baby wants him home." It's been called "One of the Ten Best Driving Songs"!

So Start Your Engines, and tell us an "On The Road" story.

I've been drivin' all night, my hands are wet on the wheel.
There's a voice in my head that drives my heel.
My baby call said I need you here.
It's half past four and I'm shifting gears.

When she's lonely and the longing gets too much,
She sends a cable coming in from above.
Don't need no phone at all.
We got a thing that's called radar love
We got a wave in the air
Radar love

The radio's playin' some forgotten song.
Brenda Lee's coming on strong.
The road has got me hypnotized,
As I spin into a new sunrise.

When I get lonely and I'm sure I've had enough,
She sends comfort coming in from above.
Don't need no letters at all.
We got a thing that's called radar love
We got a line in the sky
Radar love

No more speed I'm almost there.
Gotta keep cool, now, gotta take care.
Last car to pass, here I go.
The line of cars drove down real slow.
The radio plays that forgotten song.
Brenda Lee's coming on strong.
The news man sang his same song,
One more radar lover gone.

When I'm feeling lonely and I'm sure I've had enough.
She sends the comfort coming in from above.
Don't need no radio at all
We got a thing that's called radar love
We got a light in the sky
We got a thing and its called radar love
We got a thing that's called
Radar love

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Friday, February 12, 2010

Some Things Never Get Old

We are heading out on the road for awhile with songs that take you places to see wonderful things.  To kick it off tell us all the wonderful things you have seen.  What experiences have you had that you could repeat over and over again?  Start writing and tell us all about them.

Have you ever watched the sunset
Disappear in the water down in Mexico
The sky on fire melting into the ocean
Man there's some things that never get old

Have you ever seen a baby walk for the first time
It's like watching a sparrow, a sparrow's wings unfold
When that baby smiles up at you
Man there's some things that never get old

Makin' sweet love to that gal of mine
My first taste of bluebird wine
Eatin' watermelon down to the rind
Any old song by brother John Prine

Sometimes that face looking back in the mirror
Make that mirror, make that mirror cold
But in my heart, oh I'm a hundred years younger
Man there's some things that never get old

Ridin' into town with some friends of mine
It's a two-tone Chevy, she's a '59
Ice cold beer in the summertime
Pickin' on the back porch with brother John Prine

I think livin' is one long highway
I'm bettin' Heaven is at the end of the road
I think love just might be the answer
Man there's some things that never get old

I think love, oh Lord, I know it's the answer
Man there's some things that never get old

Friday, February 5, 2010

Take This Tune: Love of Place

"It will come to you, this love of the land. There’s no gettin’ away from it, if you’re Irish." Mr. Gerald, Scarlett O’Hara’s father, in Margaret Mitchell’s GONE WITH THE WIND (1936)

It’s not just an Irish thing. I suspect that, no matter what one’s nationality or ethnicity is, there is one place where our hearts put down roots—one place we call home. It isn’t necessarily the place we happen to be living at the moment. For example, the late Teddy and Doyle Wilburn, natives of Arkansas, lived out their careers and lives in Nashville, far from the Ozarks, but you can still hear that longing and love in their voices for a "forty acre patch God sowed in sprouts" back home.

Though the brambles took the cabin I was born in
And the briars reclaim the fields I used to plow
There's a yearnin' in my heart to be goin'
To that forty-acre patch God sowed in sprouts

Arkansas, are your rivers still flowin'
Is your cotton growin' white as snow
Are the squirrels still a-barkin' up on old Crowley's ridge
Has the girl I was sparkin' gone and burned another bridge
Arkansas. . .Arkansas

I have known the troubles I was born to know
I have wanted things a poor man's born to want
And in all my dreams and memories I go runnin'
Through the fields of Arkansas from which I sprung

Arkansas, are your rivers still flowin'
Is your cotton growin' white as snow
Do the young men still piddle with the thought of growin' rich
And slowly turn to old folks sittin' whittlin' on a stick
Arkansas. . .Arkansas

Where is the place where your heart is rooted, no matter how far away you’ve roamed from there? Start writing~~Fairweather