On directions: Two thousand miles and one left turn…
On tattoos: We all live with the scars we choose.
On girlhood crushes: Steve Earle, won’t you write a song for ME?
On aging: There isn’t one of these lines I would erase.
On holding on: Do you know that with everything I have left, with my very last breath, I will call your name?
On jumping in: Yeah, we both got dreams we could chase alone… Or we could make our own…
On perseverance: Sometimes you gotta lose til you win.
On reaching higher: I’m gonna take my chances, takin’ a chance I might find what I’m looking for… There’s gotta be something more…
On desire: You pull me in close… Buckle my knees… I shake and I shiver just to feel you breathe…
On expectations: I ain’t settlin’ for anything less than everything.
On priorities: I got better things to do than my to-do list anyway.
On making a difference: Won’t you stand up and use your voice?
On embracing life: Life is a runaway train you can’t wait to jump on.
On being true to self: If you want it, come and get it. But understand…
YOU TAKE ME AS I AM.
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And last but not least…
On LOVE:
Is it the face of a child?
Is it the thrill of danger?
Is it the kindness we see in the eyes of a stranger?
Is it more than faith?
Is it more than hope?
Is it waiting for us at the end of our road?
I say it’s love…
I say it’s love…
Is it the one you call home?
Is it the holy land?
Is it standing right here holding your hand?
Is it just like the movies?
Is it rice and white lace?
Is it the feeling I get when I wake to your face?
I say it’s love…
I say it’s love…
Is it the first summer storm?
Is it the colors of fall?
Is it having so little, and yet having it all?
Is it one in a million?
Is it a chance to belong?
Is it standing right here singing this song?
I say it’s love…
I say it’s love…
Is it a veil or a cross?
Is it the poet’s gift?
Is it the face that has launched over thousands of ships?
Is making you laugh?
Is it letting you cry?
Is it where we believe that we go when we die?
Is it how you were made?
Is it your mother’s ghost?
Is it the wish that I’m wishing for your life…
For your life…
For your life, the most…
These were great.>KB
Ms Nettles is a rare breed. Most performers these days do not write their own material, nor do they actually SING live. She does.
I’ve seen her in concert and she is amazing. Upbeat, funny, energetic… No YouTube video is ever going to do her justice, but she was so amazing the first time that I would pay to see her again. And again. And again and again and again. She is absolutely fabulous.
AND, she scares Lionel Richie to death. 😉
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