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Lyrics from songs carry such deep and caring meanings

dilaurodilauro ConnecticutPosts: 11,348
edited 06/11/2012 - 7:24 AM in Matters of the Heart
Besides the enjoyment one can get from listening to music and the lyrics behind them, there are certains songs/lyrics that carry a deep and caring meaning. This is just one of them.


I'm a little boy with glasses
The one they call a geek
A little girl who never smiles
'Cause I have braces on my teeth
And I know how it feels to cry myself to sleep
I'm that kid on every playground
Who's always chosen last
A single teenage mother
Tryin' to overcome my past
You don't have to be my friend
But is it too much to ask
Don't laugh at me
Don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
In God's eyes we're all the same
Someday we'll all have perfect wings
Don't laugh at me
I'm the beggar on the corner
You've passed me on the street
And I wouldn't be out here beggin'
If I had enough to eat
And don't think I don't notice
That our eyes never meet
Don't laugh at me
Don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
In God's eyes we're all the same
Someday we'll all have perfect wings
Don't laugh at me
I'm fat, I'm thin, I'm short, I'm tall
I'm deaf, I'm blind, hey, aren't we all
Don't laugh at me
Don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
In God's eyes we're all the same
Someday we'll all have perfect wings
Don't laugh at me
Ron DiLauro Veritas-Health Forums Manager
I am not a medical professional. I comment on personal experiences
You can email me at: rdilauro@veritashealth.com
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  • :) i suppose somewhere in all our lives we have been the different one and know what this speaks of. really beautiful! :X thank you for sharing! Jenny :)
  • Thank you Ron,
    One of my favorites and just the inspiration I was needing. Feeling better already after rough session at PT!
    I now know what deep tissue massage is too. :''(
    to a :)

    Take care,
    O-
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  • Hiya Ron, :*
    No matter who we are :P , what we are <):) , where we are <:P , and what we look like :B , we are all on the same level, but so different in our ways :) . Thankyou Ron that was so beautiful >:D< . Your Admirer :*



    Angie :)
  • ;-)

    Beautiful caring lyrics. Thanks for sharing.

    One Love,

    Stephanie
  • This song used to make me cry! I would hear it on the radio, at like 5am, preparing breakfast for 100 nursing home residents. I would bawl every time! Love that song!

    My favorite songs, are the ones you can crank really loud, and sing to. If you ever saw me driving down the street, I think y'all would laugh your butts off at me... I don't care though... gotta blast the tunes!
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  • so many moments in my life through a song or songs. It seems we all have a certain soundtrack of our lives, based on the songs that were popular and received lots of airplay at different periods in our lives, good, bad and everything in between.

    For example, every time I hear Paradise by the Dashboard Light, by Meatloaf, I think of one of my best childhood friends (who was later to become my sister-in-law) who is now deceased. (I know I'm totally dating myself here!)

    I can still see her and oddly enough even hear her, sitting on the picnic table, singing her heart out, as the song blared from the cassette player in another friend's Maverick. (Wow! Really dating myself here! :$ )

    Even though it's not a song that pertains to my chronic pain or my current day to day life, it evokes a bitter-sweet memory of good times and days gone by. It brings back a time when my life was so much less complicated. And then there are the ones that I call the "crush" songs. You know, the ones that you played over and over again, hoping and praying that one special person would notice you and sweep you off your feet and you'd ride off into the sunset together...... :X

    What a great topic Ron! Thanks for the memories! Mitzi
  • dilaurodilauro ConnecticutPosts: 11,348
    That song was just one that Peter, Paul and Mary have done.
    But the most important thing about all of this, is not the music itself, but what the lyrics mean to you. I cant tell you how many songs that the lyrics bring a different emotion out of me. It could be sad, it could be glad, it could feel love, and I could feel hate.
    The thing about it all, is that it does stir up some emotions and that is good.
    No Mitzi, Meatloaf's Dashboard Light, oh I cant tell you how many times when we were partying together, that song would come on and everyone one start singing it.

    Ok, here we go, we got a real pressure cooker
    going here, two down, nobody on, no score,
    bottom of the ninth, there's the wind-up and
    there it is, a line shot up the middle, look
    at him go. This boy can really fly!
    He's rounding first and really turning it on
    now, he's not letting up at all, he's gonna
    try for second; the ball is bobbled out in center,
    and here comes the throw, and what a throw!
    He's gonna slide in head first, here he comes, he's out!
    No, wait, safe--safe at second base, this kid really
    makes things happen out there.
    Batter steps up to the plate, here's the pitch--
    he's going, and what a jump he's got, he's trying
    for third, here's the throw, it's in the dirt--
    safe at third! Holy cow, stolen base!
    He's taking a pretty big lead out there, almost
    daring him to try and pick him off. The pitcher
    glance over, winds up, and it's bunted, bunted
    down the third base line, the suicide squeeze in on!
    Here he comes, squeeze play, it's gonna be close,
    here's the throw, there's the play at the plate,
    holy cow, I think he's gonna make it!

    II. Let Me Sleep On It
    Ron DiLauro Veritas-Health Forums Manager
    I am not a medical professional. I comment on personal experiences
    You can email me at: rdilauro@veritashealth.com
  • Songs are wonderful, and they are definately tied to emotion. Therefore I have been writing positive affirmation "chants" for myself so that I can sing them and remember just how great I really am. :)

    For example I wrote this one to the tune of this land is your land, this land is my land, from California, to the New York island...

    I am loved and worthy
    the Universe is for me
    All good comes to me
    Self love is my key

    To access greatness
    I just need silence
    Everything I need is within me

    Thanks again for sharing.

    One Love,

    Stephanie
  • So he said" he would love her til the end of time, her swore on his mammas grave that he would love her til the end of time. That was just so he could get his leg over. It just goes to show that women always get what they want in the end :))(


    =)) =)) =)) =)) =)) =)) =)) =))



    Your Known Admirer


    Angie x :X
  • BUT I WONT DO THAT..........Does anyone know what he wouldnt do.....




    Angie x
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