Why we struggle with break ups…

November 15, 2010October 24, 2011sillymoose Leave a comment

Musical: My Fair Lady
Song: I’ve Grown Accustomed to Her Face

[In the street and Higgins is hurrying home in a huff.]
HIGGINS
Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!
I’ve grown accustomed to her face.
She almost makes the day begin.
I’ve grown accustomed to the tune that
She whistles night and noon.
Her smiles, her frowns,
Her ups, her downs
Are second nature to me now;
Like breathing out and breathing in.
I was serenely independent and content before we met;
Surely I could always be that way again-
And yet
I’ve grown accustomed to her look;
Accustomed to her voice;
Accustomed to her face.

[Spoken]
“Marry Freddy.” What an infantile idea. What a heartless,
wicked, brainless thing to do. But she’ll regret, she’ll
regret it. It’s doomed before they even take the vow!

[Sung]
I can see her now, Mrs. Freddy Eynsford-Hill
In a wretched little flat above a store.
I can see her now, not a penny in the till,
And a bill collector beating at the door.
She’ll try to teach the things I taught her,
And end up selling flowers instead.
Begging for her bread and water,
While her husband has his breakfast in bed.
In a year, or so, when she’s prematurely grey,
And the blossom in her cheek has turned to chalk.
She’ll come home, and lo, he’ll have upped and run away
With a social-climbing heiress from New York.
Poor Eliza. How simply frightful!
How humiliating! How delightful!
How poignant it’ll be on that inevitable night
When she hammers on my door in tears and rags.
Miserable and lonely, repentant and contrite.
Will I take her in or hurl her to the walls?
Give her kindness or the treatment she deserves?
Will I take her back or throw the baggage out?

But I’m a most forgiving man;
The sort who never could, ever would,
Take a position and staunchly never budge.
A most forgiving man.
But, I shall never take her back,
If she were even crawling on her knees.
Let her promise to atone;
Let her shiver, let her moan;
I’ll slam the door and let the hell-cat freeze!

[Spoken]
“Marry Freddy”-h a!

[Sung]
But I’m so used to hear her say
“Good morning” ev’ry day.
Her joys, her woes,
Her highs, her lows,
Are second nature to me now;
Like breathing out and breathing in.
I’m very grateful she’s a woman
And so easy to forget;
Rather like a habit
One can always break-
And yet,
I’ve grown accustomed to the trace
Of something in the air;
Accustomed to her face.

The One That Woke Me Up

October 21, 2010June 21, 2011sillymoose Leave a comment

You know those days…well maybe you do… where nothing excites you enough to get you out of bed? Not even the guilt of missing work or anything. Sleep deprivation and a broken CD player won this morning. Then at about 11something I was drawn to zamob.com on my BB and somehow stumbled apon this song, which was the magic I needed 😀 It’s called IT HAPPENS by Sugarland:

Missed my alarm clock ringing
Woke up, telephone screaming
Boss man singing his same old song

Rolled in late about an hour
No cup of coffee, no shower
Walk of shame with two different shoes on

Now it is poor me, why me, oh me
Boring the same old worn out blah, blah story
There is no good explanation for it at all

Ain’t no rhyme or reason
No complicated meaning
Ain’t no need to over think it
Let go laughing

Life don’t go quite like you planned it
We try so hard to understand it
Irrefutable, indisputable
The fact is psssh it happens

My trusty rusty had a flat
I borrowed my neighbor’s Cadillac
I’ll be right back
Going down to Wally World

That yellow light turned red too quickly
Knew that truck the moment it hit me
Out stepped my ex and his new girl
‘Sorry ’bout your neck baby’

But it is poor me, why me, oh me
Boring the same old worn out blah, blah story
There is no good explanation for it at all

Ain’t no rhyme or reason
No complicated meaning
Ain’t no need to over think it
Let go laughing

Life don’t go quite like you planned it
We try so hard to understand it
Irrefutable, indisputable
Fact is it happens

Ain’t no rhyme or reason
No complicated meaning
Ain’t no need to over think it
Let go laughing

Life don’t go quite like you planned it
We try so hard to understand it
Irrefutable, indisputable
Fact is

Yeah, the irrefutable, indisputable
Absoluteable, totally beautiful
Fact is psssh it happens

I’m sure God would speak in music or His voice would sound like music.

The one that woke me up…

October 21, 2010October 24, 2011sillymoose Leave a comment