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Melissa’s Song #102

9 Jun

We occasionally – and only on a Sunday morning – slow dance in the kitchen.

And that’s what I wanted this song to feel like.

Slow dancing in the kitchen.

We only have so much time on this planet.

I know we gotta make-a-da-money.

We have to pay the bills, take care of the kids and all of that stuff.

That’s the urgent reality of life we face on a daily basis.

But by all means, take time to whirl your loved one around the kitchen once in awhile.

Or even if it’s just you and a cup of coffee, like on that commercial from the 80s.

You know the one, where the housewife sachets around the kitchen with her cup of Taster’s Choice International Blends…

She’s holding it to her bosom as though she were about to drive off with it in the Volvo for a dirty weekend on Nantucket.  

But I digress.

My kitchen-dancing partner is, has and always will be Melissa B. Livingston.

And in some ways, every song I’ve ever written has been about her.

Including this one… which I call Melissa’s Song #102. (Lyrics below.)

 

Melissa’s Song #102

*Played in key of C

Verse
She feels so good to me
She’s sunlight falling through the trees
She’s Magdalene on bended knee

Refrain
Anytime I see her picture on my Galaxy S phone
I’m home

Verse
We met in the spring
It quickly turned into a thing
That fall I bought you a second-hand ring

Refrain
Anytime I see your picture on my Galaxy S phone
I’m home

Chorus
You’re an acrobat so high you’re never coming down
Debutante without the pomp each time you hit the town
You’re so damn pretty, I declare
I just want to run my calloused fingers
Through your golden honey hair, golden honey hair

Verse
She feels so good to me
Like sailing on a deep blue sea
Like honey’s call unto the bee

Refrain
Anytime I see your picture on my Galaxy S phone
I’m home

Chorus
You’re an acrobat so high you’re never coming down
Debutante without the pomp each time you hit the town
You’re so damn pretty, I declare
I just want to run my calloused fingers
Through your golden honey hair

Coda
So we freed the dove again
We let that thing begin
Where we were more than friends
We were more than friends
We were more than friends