One More Time Again but Im Feelin Alright Lyrics
Greetings to all! Welcome dorsum to "One Breath at a Time" Upfront, I repent over again for being tardy on these posts.
On a positive note, I have finished my latest book, "The Best Sermons Y'all've Never Heard." It is in the easily of my editor and publisher. Possible publishing date, end of this coming month Dec 2021 or in January 2022.
Terminal year, a proficient buddy of mine and his wife told me that I should do a music memory post one time in a while. I did 1 last twelvemonth, so it has been a while. Here's my second have. I hope yous enjoy the memories.
For my start Music Memory, this picture triggered the thoughts of a song by one of my favorite folk artists… Henry John Deutschendorf Jr. He wrote information technology as he and his wife were experiencing some tough times in their marriage. Any of yous reading this postal service who are married, know that the solar day in and day out grind of life… well, information technology own't easy. However, many of u.s. have learned that "dear is worth fighting for." I accept discovered through most 34 years of spousal relationship, that getting through the storms of life with my best friend and helpmate… well, beingness alone would never be an choice.
Quick story. My wife and I were married but 8 months when I was diagnosed with testicular cancer. My outset question to the dr. was, "What is the worse case scenario?" He said, "Worse example? You may have 6-months to alive." Without hesitating and dripping with irony, my bride said, "Doc, simply the practiced dice immature… he isn't going anywhere." To which we all laughed. That was 33 years ago.. My favorite lyrics in this song: Let me drown in your laughter; Let me die in your arms; Let me lay downwardly beside you; Let me always exist with y'all; Come up, allow me love you; Come up love me again!
Then… if yous find yourself in a "tempest of life" and you lot have someone to lean on… LEAN! If you lot feel isolated and alone… bow your head and pray to that College Ability of yours, whoever He/she may be. Nosotros humans are social creatures non meant to exist alone. Hope y'all savour the song, the lyrics and the artist… a.k.a. John Denver.
I'm pretty sure I have shared in the past that my favorite band of all time… the Beatles. Of the Fab Four, John Lennon was my favorite. The lyrics of hundreds of songs written by Lennon and McCartney are indelibly imprinted within me. Number one for me is a necktie, "Hey Jude" & "A Day in the Life." Favorite anthology, Abbey Road, which came out at the start of my senior year in loftier school in 1969. Yet, the vocal I've called for this second Music Memory post, HELP!
In afterwards years, Lennon speaks of writing this song. He states that up until he wrote Assist he prided himself on depending on NO ONE. His male parent, Alf, departed from his life at an early age. His mom, Julia, was not the nurturing mom a poor child from Liverpool needed. Thus, Lennon was eventually raised by his Aunt Mimi who cared for John and raised him through his "terrible teen" years. However, she did not support his love of music, believing that musicians usually live and die poor. Thus, Lennon, from a very early historic period… was pretty much emotionally on his ain.
By 1965, the Beatles were globe renowned. All knew John, Paul, George and Ringo. All the same for John personally, the earth was endmost in… suffocating him. Outwardly, as you'll see in this video, Lennon is notwithstanding portraying the "class clown." Yet, the opening shout of the lyric Aid by Paul and George, to me, says it all. John was crying for HELP. Again, not certain most you, but through my 69+ years, I have had to cry for HELP several times. It is a weep that I wish for no one… however, it is comforting to know, that in that location is someone listening when the cry surfaces within your existence. Lennon'southward life was cutting curt past the bullet of an assassinator exterior of the Dakota nigh Central Park in NYC where he lived.. Yet, by December 1980, it appeared he had found peace within and was no longer crying for HELP … but still crying for us all, to: Requite Peace a Run a risk.
Enjoy.
HAPPY TH ANKSGIVING! Well, I was going to end this mail with a sentimental vocal or songs plus a sentimental video. Even so, I thought I'd save it for another time. Then, hopefully, this is a bit of a pick me up. Our land is going through some turmoil as I pen these words… perchance the toughest I've seen in my almost seven decades of life. Nevertheless, at that place was a simpler time.
While cruising thru YouTube I plant a wink mob video and music from a Broadway play set in 1959. Past at present yous all know I'1000 a child of the 60s… but rock due north whorl had its nativity in those Happy Days of the 50s. Elvis, Roy Orbison, Buddy Holly and a host of other rockers gear up the stage for the Beatles, Stones, Doors, Led Zeppelin, Jefferson Plane and the rest.
What is awesome as yous sentry this third Music Memory… the average age of the singers and dancers in this flash mob appears to be most fifteen! And aye, they are all "groovin" the night away. So… sit down back, relax and if yous're old enough… think about that fourth dimension long ago when you were "hand jivin"… dancin' with that special person while singing, "You're the Ane that I want!"
I'll shut with a blest and Happy Thanksgiving to all… and that we all realize that this present moment is the only 1 we are guaranteed… let's remember to live one 24-hour interval at a time… "One Breath at a Fourth dimension."
And as ever…
PEACE!
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