Some of you know that I like to write songs. I write melody and lyrics, and then my uber-talented husband does the real composing and the producing. We do it for fun, as a way to keep sharp and collaborate, and frankly, because we both love it. It’s been very fun to be married to a man with a passion for music (plus he’s just cool and wonderful and funny and warm and . . . ). I can’t tell you how many times, in a low spot or a sad moment, that he will go get the guitar, and we will sing one of our songs. Sometimes we cry through it. Sometimes we laugh — like when he plays “Riders on the Range” (an ode to my Wyoming upbringing) — or when we laugh about my lyric that sounds like Meatloaf should sing it, or the song that sounds like juggling bears should come out of the woodwork. I didn’t say we always write good songs . . .
Okay, so, here’s my thing. I’m always thinking about the perfect lyric. I love lyrics. I love their progression, the way they infuse meaning with sound and melody and rhythm. I just think it’s cool. My favorite lyrical line of all time is “the shadows of misty yesteryears” from Paul Anka’s “Times of Your Life.” That line does the job in so many ways. It’s beautifully written, creates a wonderful picture, and connects with everyone. I thought it would be fun to hear your thoughts on favorite lyrics. What’s your favorite one line? What’s your favorite chorus? Song as a whole? What song do you always go back to? I can never get too far away from “Unchained Melody” or Pachelbel’s Canon in D. Do you have a pick-me-up song? Really, I am interested in it for discussion’s sake, but I’m really interested to know what moves people. And if you give me an idea, I just may make a song out it. Thanks for playing.
I don’t know about a favorite lyric or even a favorite song. I’ll have to think on it. But the first song that came to mind is You Sang to Me by Mark Anthony. Or is it Marc?
Interestingly, the first ones that pop into my head are from hymns. From a favorite, “Not What These Hands Have Done”:
Not what these hands have done can save this guilty soul;
Not what this toiling flesh has borne can make my spirit whole.
Not what I feel or do can give me peace with God;
Not all my prayers and sighs and tears can bear my awful load.
Thy work alone, O Christ, can ease this weight of sin;
Thy blood alone, O Lamb of God, can give me peace within.
Thy love to me, O God, not mine, O Lord, to Thee,
Can rid me of this dark unrest, And set my spirit free.
Thy grace alone, O God, To me can pardon speak
Thy pow’r alone, O Son of God, Can this sore bondage break
I bless the Christ of God, I rest on love divine
By God’s free gift of saving faith, I call this Savior mine.
Thank you, Matt. Love those. And why is it that hymns are just in another league? How did those hymn writers do it? The depths, the lofty thoughts. If I could only capture a little of that. Wonderful words.