Aug. 23, 2017

Say what?!

From time to time, I choose theme songs for my life. “Greatest Love of All,” by Whitney Houston inspired me in my late 20’s. “I Can Only Imagine,” brought me through the death of my sister, Becky. You get the point – songs; my life; inspiration; and a coping mechanism.

Over the course of a few years, I picked the song, “Chandelier,” as my life song. I couldn’t understand why my kids would laugh when I sang its chorus loudly. I kept asking if they were laughing at me, to which they replied, “No, I just find it interesting that song appeals to you.”  I didn’t get it. But, I’m slow. I am blonde, you know.

Just recently, Tommy and I were heading home from church and the song, “Chandelier,” came on his radio. Notice I say, “his radio,” because after truly hearing the words and understanding the song’s meaning, I don’t want to claim it or the radio station playing it. <smile>

I thought the singer was saying, “One, two, three…think! One, two, three…THINK!” I belted out the words so proudly. When it came to the chorus, I stuck my hands up in the air as if to pretend I was flying around a room on a chandelier. I really, truly thought the song was about picking yourself up after a major life lesson and breaking free!  I was just singing away until my husband said, “Roni, you do understand that song is about a party girl, right?”  My sons laughing faces swept across my mind.

Here are the actual words to the song:

Chandelier by Sia

“Party girls don't get hurt
Can't feel anything, when will I learn
I push it down, push it down

I'm the one "for a good time call"
Phone's blowin' up, they're ringin' my doorbell
I feel the love, feel the love

1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drink
1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drink
1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drink

Throw em back, till I lose count

I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier
I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist
Like it doesn't exist
I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry
I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier.

And, that’s just verse one with the chorus.

The moral to my story is we really need to know what was said before we think we know what was said or we just might make a fool of ourselves if we repeat what we thought we heard.

I’ve worked in an inpatient drug and alcohol recovery center.  Drinking isn’t this glamourous. Believe me.

Too bad Sia didn't contact me.  My words are much better than hers. <wink>