Make a list of 100 songs that apply to me

(Especially In Michigan)

“I’m in a mitten full of fisherman…wrap me in your cinnamon, especially in Michigan…”

I do love Michigan…

(Wish You Were Here)

A breathtaking song from a psychedelic maniacal album.
The guitar is so simple, but never pure. I can feel its dirty strings in my fingertips and I can see the dust fly off the axe. The imagery of this song is impeccable. I can feel the hot air and the cool breeze on my face when Roger Waters croaks out the lyrics…

(A Case of You)

Oh Joni. I found myself singing this song out loud last night in the car when I was coming home from class. It was dark, and the highway lights were flickering. I felt my inner Joni Mitchell come out. Her voice has the ability to soar like an angel, and her guitar rings like a bell. I worship this woman.

(I Love You)

Sigh. A remembrance for the black periods of my past. I wish I knew and remembered to say this to myself.

“And I forgot…to tell you, I love you.“

(That I Would Be Good)

It’s a nice reminder of being human.

“That I would be loved
Even when I numb myself
That I would be good
Even when I’m overwhelmed
That I would be loved
Even when I was fuming
That I would be good
Even if I was clingy
That I would be good
Even if I lost sanity
That I would be good
With or without you”

(Change)

I love when I find songs I thought I lost a long time ago. I even found a beautiful acoustic version of this song; no video, just a picture slideshow, but somehow it rendered me to a weepy little listener.

“When you feel your life ain’t worth living
you’ve got to stand up and
take a look around you then a look way up to the sky.
And when your deepest thoughts are broken,
keep on dreaming boy, cause when you stop dreamin’ it’s time to die.”

(Friday I’m In Love)

This music never fails to make me dance around like a giggly, crazy fool and I don’t ever mind at all. Usually I just put it on repeat and dance and sing and have an audial orgasm.

“Dressed up to the eyes
It’s a wonderful surprise
To see your shoes and your spirits rise
Throwing out your frown
And just smiling at the sound”

(Ice Cream)

For Paul, obviously.

“Your love is better than ice cream,
better than anything else that I’ve tried.”

(While My Guitar Gently Weeps)

An acoustic version; how it was supposed to be in the beginning, by my wonderful magical musical genie of a savior, Georgie Harrison.

(Fast Car)
This woman’s songs make me awed.
This song especially.
Her words are the harsh poetry of generational poverty, and even if the Grammy’s audience has no idea what she singing about, she sings it as though they have no choice as to not just listen, but hear.