L: Lotta True Crime by Penelope Scott

 

Welcome AtoZ-ers and other blog friends! This month I'm participating in the AtoZ blogging challenge, and you'll see a post every day (except Sundays) about one of the Songs of my Heart. Today's edition: Lotta True Crime, as recorded by Penelope Scott.  (If my embed doesn't work, listen at this link).

 

It was my youngest kiddo who introduced me to Penelope Scott, I think, though I associate this song more with my eldest who is a True Crime podcast sort of girl, or at least has been in the past. I enjoy Penelope Scott's snarky content (check out Rät while you're at it) and conversational style that feels almost like having a chat with someone as much as like listening to a song. Punk attitude and sort of a pop sound? She's hard to define, and that might be why I love her.

"Lotta True Crime" offers a view into why so many women find true crime so oddly comforting. Some really biting lines. "He was just charismatic and white, all right" (soooo true!). I also love: "You're not special for winning a game/With someone who you know was never playing." And her giggle. Yeah, this one works for me.

Lyrics from AtoZ: 

So this girl's out back behind the bar
She's a good girl, she called a car
You got three motherf*ckers in a big white van
Two dumb friends and one mean man
Well she'll f*ckin' kill you, she wins every fight
She's gonna rock your shit by the end of the night
And the only advantage that a killer has
Is they think they have the right

I listen to a lotta True Crime
I listen to it at night
I like the girl talk
It makes me feel alright
I like scary stories in the morning
And I like 'em at night
I like the girl talk vibes
They make me feel just fine
I listen to a lotta True Crime

[*laughing*]

"Ya' know, Dennis Rader and David Parker Ray actually sit together in Hell
Shaking, quaking, terrified that one day, somehow, someway
They might meet me."

They took our girls away from home
They're in the woods, they're all alone
The ropes are heavy and the knots are tight
Tied by a monster and his oblivious wife
Well I hope this doesn't seem too impolite
But Ted Bundy was just never that f*ckin' bright
He was just sorta charismatic and white, alright?
And he was so f*ckin' sure he had the right

But he's ugly, and I'm glad he's dead
'Cause there was no f*ckin' candle in his pumpkin head
You're not special for winning a game
With someone who you know was never playing
She could've killed you, she had every right
You just caught her off guard tonight
But it's alright, she'll be fine
We listen to a lotta True Crime

One of our young turned up last night
They found their body but not their eyes
Somebody new must've gone bad
Where's the lord to take care of that?
Where is the lord to take care of that?

I listen to a lotta True Crime
I listen to it at night
I like the girl talk vibes
They make me feel alright
I like scary stories in the morning
And I like 'em at night
I like the girl talk vibes
They make me feel just fine
I listen to a lotta true crime

Oooo! 

 

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K: Karma Chameleon

 

 

 

 

Welcome AtoZ-ers and other blog friends! This month I'm participating in the AtoZ blogging challenge, and you'll see a post every day (except Sundays) about one of the Songs of my Heart. Today's edition: Karma Chameleon by Culture Club.  (If my embedded video won't work, you can listen at this link).

I first heard this song when it was new and I was a teenager. It's one of those songs that worked it's way into my brain as a catchy bop, and mostly I had no idea what the song was supposed to mean. I mean, I can parse it line by line, but what's it about?  Something about being in love with someone wishy washy about you? Or maybe it's the singer who's ambivalent? You know, all these years later, I'm still not sure what it means, but it does make me want to dance. 

 lyrics from AtoZ:

There's a loving in your eyes all the way
If I listened to your lies would you say

I'm a man without conviction
I'm a man who doesn't know
How to sell a contradiction
You come and go
You come and go

Karma Karma Karma Karma Karma Chameleon
You come and go
You come and go
Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dream
Red, gold and green
Red, gold and green

Didn't hear your wicked words every day
And you used to be so sweet I heard you say

That my love was an addiction
When we cling our love is strong
When you go you're gone forever
You string along
You string along

Karma Karma Karma Karma Karma Chameleon
You come and go
You come and go
Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dream
Red, gold and green
Red, gold and green

Every day is like survival
You're my lover not my rival
Every day is like survival
You're my lover not my rival

I'm a man without conviction
I'm a man who doesn't know
How to sell a contradiction
You come and go
You come and go

Karma Karma Karma Karma Karma Chameleon
You come and go
You come and go
Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dream
Red, gold and green
Red, gold and green
Karma Karma Karma Karma Karma Chameleon
You come and go
You come and go
Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dream
Red, gold and green
Red, gold and green
Karma Karma Karma Karma Karma Chameleon
You come and go
You come and go
Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dream
Red, gold and green
Red, gold and green
Karma Karma Karma Karma Karma Chameleon
You come and go
You come and go
Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dream
Red, gold and green
Red, gold and green 

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J: Jolene by Dolly Parton

 

Welcome AtoZ-ers and other blog friends! This month I'm participating in the AtoZ blogging challenge, and you'll see a post every day (except Sundays) about one of the Songs of my Heart. Today's edition: Jolene by Dolly Parton.  (If my embedded video won't work, you can listen at this link).

 

In the 70s, I mostly listened to whatever music the adults in my life listened to, since I was but a wee lass myself. My parents listened to folk rock and country music at the time, in the era of folks like Kenny Rogers, Crystal Gale, Waylon Jennings, and, of course, Dolly Parton. 

One of the great things about Dolly's songs is their sing-along-ability, if that's a word. She sings in a pretty ordinary vocal range and whether you're an 8 year girl or her 30 year old mother, you can probably at least kind of sing with her. I have fond memories of doing just that, singing along to the radio with my mother to this and many other of Dolly's great songs. 

Lyrics from AtoZ lyrics: 

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I'm begging of you please don't take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don't take him just because you can

Your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green

Your smile is like a breath of spring
Your voice is soft like summer rain
And I cannot compete with you, Jolene

He talks about you in his sleep
There's nothing I can do to keep
From crying when he calls your name, Jolene

And I can easily understand
How you could easily take my man
But you don't know what he means to me, Jolene

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I'm begging of you please don't take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don't take him just because you can

You could have your choice of men
But I could never love again
He's the only one for me, Jolene

I had to have this talk with you
My happiness depends on you
And whatever you decide to do, Jolene

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I'm begging of you please don't take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don't take him even though you can

Jolene, Jolene

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I: I'm Shipping Up to Boston by the Dropkick Murphys

 

Wlcome AtoZ-ers and other blog friends! This month I'm participating in the AtoZ blogging challenge, and you'll see a post every day (except Sundays) about one of the Songs of my Heart. Today's edition: I'm Shipping up to Boston, as recorded by the Dropkick Murphys.  (If my embed doesn't work, listen at this link).

 

There are certain songs that just startle something in my heart or ears or soul or whatever it is, and I feel awake in a whole different way when I hear them. They express something I haven't been able to express for myself with such perfection. That's I'm Shipping Up to Boston for me. 

I mean, I'm not a pirate--I even pay for my movies and books! And I'm not all that Irish all these generations after the Irish portion of my ancestors crossed the Atlantic. But there's such black comedy in this man yelling about having lost his leg and it's just…satisfying. I don't think I can explain it any better than that. You'll have to listen and see what you think.

Lyrics from AtoZ: 

I'm a sailor peg
And I lost my leg
Climbing up the top sails
I lost my leg!

I'm shipping up to Boston whoa
I'm shipping up to Boston whoa
I'm shipping up to Boston whoa
I'm shipping off
To find my wooden leg

I'm a sailor peg
And I lost my leg
Climbing up the top sails
I lost my leg!

I'm shipping up to Boston whoa
I'm shipping up to Boston whoa
I'm shipping up to Boston whoa
I'm shipping off
To find my wooden leg

 

H: Hurt by Johnny Cash

 

Welcome AtoZ-ers and other blog friends! This month I'm participating in the AtoZ blogging challenge, and you'll see a post every day (except Sundays) about one of the Songs of my Heart. Today's edition: Hurt, as recorded by the Johnny Cash.  (If my embed doesn't work, listen at this link).

If you're reading along, then you already know that I have a fondness for covers that significantly change the original song and make something new of it. This is one of those songs. It's originally a Nine Inch Nails song (link to video here). That version was good. There was a reason it was a big hit. It captured a certain kind of sadness. 

But, it's a very different song in the hands of Johnny Cash, especially at the age and point of life he was at when he recorded it. I'm not even a huge Johnny Cash fan, but I was aware of his addiction and relationship issues, and that added a "meta" layer to the song made of real biography on top of a great performance of a great song. So much sadness, and regret intermixed with acceptance that those things cannot actually be changed. 

Lyrics from AtoZ: 

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become
My sweetest friend?
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here

What have I become
My sweetest friend?
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way 

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G: Goodnight, Irene

 

Welcome AtoZ-ers and other blog friends! This month I'm participating in the AtoZ blogging challenge, and you'll see a post every day (except Sundays) about one of the Songs of my Heart. Today's edition: Goodnight, Irene, as recorded by the Weavers.  (If my embed doesn't work, listen at this link).

 

This song came to me in a roundabout way. When I was a kid, my grandfather did some carpentry work for a friend and was paid with a juke box. Something kind of like this: 

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My grandmother was enraged, probably rightly so. I'm sure they needed cash money more than a jukebox.

 But the other grandchildren and I were delighted. It came loaded with 78 record albums of songs from the 30s and 40s. We'd take turns picking songs and listen rainy days away (probably driving my grandparents crazy with the repetition). 

Goodnight, Irene by the Weavers was one of them and it really got stuck in my head, especially at bedtime. In fact, I still hum it when I'm headed to sleep to this day. 

Lyrics from Songs for Teaching: 

Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I'll see you in my dreams

Last saturday night I got married

Me and my love settled down
Now me and my love are parted
I'm gonna take another stroll downtown

Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I'll see you in my dreams

Sometimes I live in the country
Sometimes I live in the town

Sometimes I have a great notion
To jump In the river and drown

Irene goodnight, Irene good night
Good night Irene, good night Irene
I'll see you in my dreams

Ramblin' stop your gamblin'
Stop stayin' out late at night
Go home to your wife and your family
Sit down by the fireside bright

Irene goodnight, Irene good night
Good night Irene, good night Irene
I'll see you in my dreams

Irene goodnight, Irene good night
Good night Irene, good night Irene
I'll see you in my dreams

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F: Fine Again by Seether

 

Welcome AtoZ-ers and other blog friends! This month I'm participating in the AtoZ blogging challenge, and you'll see a post every day (except Sundays) about one of the Songs of my Heart. Today's edition: Fine Again, as recorded by Seether.  (If my embed doesn't work, listen at this link).

2004 was one of the roughest years of my life. I had given up a job I loved in a community I loved and moved to a small town in Kansas in an attempt to rescue a failing marriage…and it finished failing. I was facing divorce, losing a house I'd already come to love but wouldn't be able to afford alone, becoming a single mom to a toddler, and feeling in general like I'd failed at life. 

Like I often do when I'm hurting, I turned to music. A friend sent me this song and it became an anthem to me as I slogged forward, and the mixture of anger, regret, and determination was exactly what I needed. Even now when my life is much more what I want it to be, this song always helps me channel my energy in the right direction. 

Lyrics from AtoZ: 

It seems like every day's the same
And I'm left to discover on my own
It seems like everything is gray
And there's no color to behold
They say it's over and I'm fine again, yeah
Try to stay sober feels like I'm dying here

And I am aware now of how
Everything's gonna be fine one day
Too late, I'm in hell I am prepared now,
Seems everyone's gonna be fine
One day too late, just as well

I feel the dream in me expire
And there's no one left to blame it on
I hear you label me a liar
'Cause I can't seem to get this through
You say it's over, I can sigh again, yeah
Why try to stay sober when I'm dying here

And I am aware now of how
Everything's gonna be fine one day
Too late, I'm in hell
I am prepared now,
Seems everyone's gonna be fine
One day too late; just as well

And I'm not scared now.
I must assure you,
You're never gonna get away
And I'm not scared now.
And I'm not scared now. No…

I am aware now of how
Everything's gonna be fine one day
Too late, I'm in hell
I am prepared now
Seems everyone's gonna be fine
One day too late, just as well
I am prepared now,
Seems everything's gonna be fine for me
For me; for myself.
For me, for me, for myself
For me, for me, for myself

I am prepared now for myself
I am prepared now and I am fine... again 

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