Category: Music

Opening Lyrics to Songs That I Love

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#1: Lizzo, About Damn Time

It’s Bad Bitch o’clock/
Yeah, it’s Thick Thirty/
I’ve been through a lot/
But I’m still flirty.

Lizzo: About Damn Time

This will probably be my favorite segment on my blog in a very long time! Welcome to Opening Lyrics to Songs That I Love!

3X Grammy award-winning superstar, Lizzo has become a household name with over 5 billion global streams and a platinum selling debut album to date.

With the help of anthemic smash hits like the 7x Platinum “Truth Hurts,” the 3x Platinum “Good As Hell,” and the 2x Platinum “Juice,” Lizzo released her Nice Life Recording Company/Atlantic Records debut album CUZ I LOVE YOU on April 19th 2019, debuting at #6 on the Billboard Top 200 Albums chart and spending 24 consecutive weeks in the chart’s Top 10.

Why these opening lyrics?! Are you kidding me?! Why not! Out the gate, Lizzo tells you she’s a bad, thick bitch, it’s her time, and she’s still flirty regardless of all she’s been through. It gets no better than that for me.

For the next nine Sundays, I’ll share with you my favorite opening lyrics to nine more songs I truly love. Maybe you’ll enjoy it. Maybe you won’t. Perhaps you’ll share favorite opening lyrics to songs you love as well. Perhaps you won’t. Either way, we’re going to have a good damn time.

See you next week!

Something To Think About #15

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When God touches your voice, it becomes a gift to others.

Jourdan Blue on America’s Got Talent

Ladies, gentlemen, and beautiful beings breathing before me, Jourdan Blue. The young man with a voice that can change the world.

I will share “Something To Think About” for one more Sunday afternoon. It may be a quote, a picture, an interesting phrase I heard, artwork, etc. Whatever I share will surely be intriguing or involving enough to spark a casual discussion or in-depth conversation. Stay tuned every Sunday for this feature!

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Something To Think About #9

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“I know who I am. God wrote it in his plan for me.”

Jonathan Nelson featuring Purpose. My Name is Victory.

I will share “Something To Think About” for the next seven weeks on Sunday afternoons. It may be a quote, a picture, an interesting phrase I heard, artwork, etc. Whatever I share will surely be intriguing or involving enough to spark a casual discussion or in-depth conversation. Stay tuned every Sunday for this feature!

Honey, the sopranos are NOT PLAYING while singing, “I know who I am!” They came to praise and worship, OKAY!

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HAPPY EASTER!

Left-handed in a Dream: A Haibun

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Part IV: Coming back to her senses|NaPoWriMo #14

AI-Generated Image: A Black woman is sitting on her bed in deep thought. She is wearing a dark teal top with an overly expressive look on her face. The sheets are beige or off-white and the headboard is a dark tan color.

They sojourned in Panama five years ago. The short vacation was a breath of fresh air for the two of them. She recalled the love-making that shifted their spirits every day while they were there. In those moments, she knew he was her person. She and Rodney were meant to be. How could she get that feeling back again? Memory sat with the quietness of the room while Rodney played the instrumental version of “Your Love Is King” on their Yamaha C3X Grand Piano. The way the melody echoed throughout their home brought a smile to her face. And there it was . . . the moment she needed to jog her memory. She was falling in love again–it only took a melody pouring from the tips of Rodney’s fingers to do it.

remembering love
and the sweet gift of music
breaks into the heart

Part I, Part II, & Part III

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Peace and Blessings!

Joy, Unspeakable Joy!

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Please understand, that the following YouTube Shorts I am about to share are things that bring me so much joy. I love to see people dancing, enjoying themselves, and simply having a good time. I AM HERE FOR ALL OF THIS!

BAYBAY, whose wedding party is this?! Next time, I better get an invite!

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COME ON NOW! Yaaassss, Gawd!

The amount of times I’ve watched this should be an absolute crime! 😩😆😫
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Neck muscles working overtime, honey bunnies! Yaasss!!!

I don’t see any women in the mix, but I legit would have been standing on the sidelines cheering all of these beautiful men on; I am gathering it has to be a ceremonial celebration for and/or involving only men.

Happy Saturday, beautiful people!

Peace and blessings.

The Emotions & Solstice Sadness

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The Emotions: What Do the Lonely Do at Christmas

Solstice Sadness

Winter sneaks in, draped
in drama, hands on
heavy hips, waiting to
cover us in dysfunction.

I know I won’t say anything
when I see her today, but I’ll
want to. And she won’t say anything–I’m the expressive
one when it comes to
“such a time as this.”

We’re feeding off of cold
energy–trying to warm our
hearts, both too afraid of
being hurt–it’s just around the
corner, yet we’re holding on.

The Emotions’ “What Do the
Lonely Do at Christmas” comes
on and tears stream down
my face.
How can you listen to this
song and not feel something?

The air outside sends a chill
to my bones that is indescribable.
I am frosty–winterfied by
jealous winds and made stoic
in the presence of God’s
season.

“You have too many periods
in that one statement for me
to feel comfortable about your
reply” she tells me as she reads
my response to her asking me
not to hate her for picking
up another shift that cuts our
time in half, and I read and
reread the statement, and the
only thing I can come up with
is, “I don’t know why you’re
uncomfortable. I place periods
where they belong. It’s
grammatically correct.”

My spectrum brain didn’t see
the coldness of it–the short-and-to-the-pointness of it, and I
have to remind her sometimes
it’s best I communicate verbally
because word of mouth
in written form can be
misconstrued.

We agree it’s our emotions
taking over . . . we care too
much not to care at all,
and this season always finds
us tugging war with ourselves
and the battles are many.

I am fighting for more than
peace and strength.
I am fighting to be understood
by a world that may never
understand me but it
hurts so much more when
she tries and she can’t, either.

Happy Winter Solstice, beautiful people! I’ll be spending this day with someone very near & dear to me. I hope all of you will get the chance to do the same.

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