Because I have benefitted so greatly from the “blove” you all have shown here, I wanted to give you a little Valentine’s Day gift. But I had a hard time thinking of something. If you’ve been around here much, you know I usually have a song in my head, and often in my comments, too. So I thought maybe we could share some love songs with each other today. Songs that give us warm fuzzies, or other warm parts; songs that get us in the mood for love.
You know that I love Aaron Neville. But if I ever had a date with Aaron . . . we’d be listening to Smokey Robinson. Let me be clear — I don’t want to “be” with Smokey; I want to “be” with whomever I’m with when Smokey’s singing. He just does it for me, and he always has. I can’t explain it, but Smokey’s voice has always melted me, made me say “yes” before I even understood the question. Once, a few years back, Jif and I went to a Smokey concert. Ohmygosh. He sang beautifully, but even more memorable than that, he sent “ushers” up and down the aisles of the concert hall, with baskets, like they were taking an offering in church. They collected our song requests. Then Smokey stood up on stage, and picked little pieces of paper out of the baskets, and sang exactly what we asked him to. Did you ever in your life?
This is one of my favorite Smokey songs:
Let Me Be The Clock
Let me be the clock for the time of your life
Let me be the pendulum that strikes your chime
For the first time
I’m cuckoo I know
Counting hours till we will be together
When the door to my heart will open
It’s for sure that I will be hopin’, hopin’ that you
Will let me be the clock for the time of your life
And let me be the pendulum that strikes your chime
For the first time
Let it begin
Cause every moment we’re apart
Is some good feeling wasted
A good feeling deep down inside me told me
A good time for me to try to get you to hold me
Is right here and now so
Let me be the clock for the time of your life
And let me be the pendulum that strikes your chime
For the first time, for the first time
I wanna be your pendulum, baby
Striking your chime
Hickory dickory dock
I want to be your clock
Just set me for lifetime
And I’ll wake you up every morning
Let me be the pendulum striking your chime for the first time
And every time after that cause I know where it’s at
So let me, let me, let me, let me, let me
I wanna be your pendulum, baby
I LOVE that. It’s so silly and innocent, but so erotic at the same time. “Let me be the pendulum striking your chime…” “…every time after that, ’cause I know where it’s at…” And let’s face it, knowing “where the chime is at” is vital, and not always easily accomplished. Don’t make me draw you a picture — because I can —
::tangent:: Seriously, at work, I have sometimes had to draw pictures, well, diagrams of the female anatomy for couples. I don’t mind doing this at all. What I did mind once, though, was when I drew what I drew, and I assure you, I would stand behind my drawing, but the husband takes the dry-erase marker from me and says, “Actually, I thought it was more like this . . .” WTF? Dude, your wife is asking me to draw you a picture . . . get a clue, here . . . ::end tangent::
LG and I have dressed Legolas as your Valentine’s Day troubador for the occasion, and he will now take requests.
Note the “Happy Day” belt buckle — a great last minute gift idea!
So, what song, or what singer does it for you? 😉
What Was I Thinking? 