If you were a song…

If you were a song...

 

So, if you were to describe yourself with just one song, what would that song be? This is a question I asked on my FB recently and got a few answers from friends. Honestly, I was surprised with the quality of the answers (and the tunes). Although I asked the question, it’s one I’m finding really hard to answer for myself.

Cus let’s face it, there are so many songs. Even if you imagine your life as a movie and imagine the outro song (the one right at the end and when the credits roll), it’s still hard to decide because who knows what type of film it is yet? I don’t know if my life is a romcom, a tragedy, a horror flick or what?!?

Course, by the time I do know, it’ll be too late cus I’ll be brown bread (dead).

I’ve always thought that one of the songs I’d like at my funeral is ‘Girls just want to have fun’ by Cyndi Lauper (7″ original version), partly because I want to make people laugh. But that might change because maybe when I’m 95 (my planned age of accession to the higher plane) that won’t seem so appropriate.

As the song that sums me up best, I think I will go for ‘The Lady is a Tramp’ (Ella Fitzgerald version of course)

I’ve wined and dined on Mulligan stew and never wished for turkey
As I hitched and hiked and grifted too, from Maine to Albuquerque
Alas I missed the Beaux Arts Ball and what is twice as sad
I was never at a party where they honored Noel Ca-ad
But social circles spin too fast for me
My “hobohemia” is the place to be

I get too hungry for dinner at eight
I like the theater, but never come late
I never bother with people I hate
That’s why the lady is a tramp

I don’t like crap games with barons and earls
Won’t go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
Won’t dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
That’s why the lady is a tramp

I like the free, fresh wind in my hair
Life without care
I’m broke, it’s oke
Hate California, it’s cold and it’s damp
That’s why the lady is a tramp

I go to Coney, the beach is divine
I go to ballgames, the bleachers are fine
I follow Winchell and read every line
That’s why the lady is a tramp

I like a prizefight that isn’t a fake
I love the rowing on Central Park lake
I go to Opera and stay wide awake
That’s why the lady is a tramp

I like the green grass under my shoes
What can I lose, I’m flat, that’s that
I’m alone when I lower my lamp
That’s why the lady is a tramp

 

So, the obvious question now… how about you? What song do you think sums you up best? ❤ I can’t wait to know!

What ARE you wearing?

Corporate SINS Sim
Addams Mainstore // Zoe Set Megapack NEW!
Stealthic Mainstore x Toksik – 16. TKS Slushie (Cherry) Gacha
lock&tuft  – sly hat & hair NEW!

Addams Zoe Megapack contains the skirt, top, stockings, boots and undies (which you can’t see in my pic, obvs) with all kinds of options, and you can get all details on their flickr here.

Lock&Tufts ‘Sly’ hair and hat is so cutie. It was released for Equal10 last month which means I JUST missed the closure. Darn it. You however, can look forward to picking it up at the mainstore. My apologies to the lovely peeps at L&T, if I had realised I would have done it sooner ❤

 

10 comments

  • Great question! I could probably post several songs, depending on the day of the week.

    I’ll go with Bowie for today:

    Still don’t know what I was waitin’ for
    And my time was runnin’ wild
    A million dead end streets and
    Every time I thought I’d got it made
    It seemed the taste was not so sweet
    So I turned myself to face me
    But I’ve never caught a glimpse
    How the others must see the faker
    I’m much too fast to take that test
    Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
    Turn and face the strange
    Ch-ch-changes
    Don’t want to be a richer man
    Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
    Turn and face the strange
    Ch-ch-changes
    There’s gonna have to be a different man
    Time may change me
    But I can’t trace time
    Mmm, yeah
    I watch the ripples change their size
    But never leave the stream
    Of warm impermanence
    And so the days float through my eyes
    But still the days seem the same
    And these children that you spit on
    As they try to change their worlds
    Are immune to your consultations
    They’re quite aware of what they’re goin’ through
    Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
    Turn and face the strange
    Ch-ch-changes
    Don’t tell them to grow up and out of it
    Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
    Turn and face the strange
    Ch-ch-changes
    Where’s your shame?
    You’ve left us up to our necks in it
    Time may change me
    But you can’t trace time
    Strange fascinations fascinate me
    Ah, changes are taking
    The pace I’m goin’ through
    Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
    Turn and face the strange
    Ch-ch-changes
    Ooh, look out, you rock ‘n’ rollers
    Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
    Turn and face the strange
    Ch-ch-changes
    Pretty soon now you’re gonna get older
    Time may change me
    But I can’t trace time
    I said that time may change me
    But I can’t trace time

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  • Oh gosh…. I “think” well today it might be “Landslide” by Stevie Nicks (I’m shocked it wasn’t a Beatles song!) I love your blog Meri it’s always so interesting it really draws your readers in! ❤

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    • Oh flippin love that song, one of my all time favourites and a possible funeral contender (happy thought haha). Aw thanks Cherri, that means a lot ❤

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