Just sing

In various venues I’ve discussed how singing aided my journey from depression.* Even given that, I don’t sing as often now as I did a few years ago. I think I’m just too wrapped up in my daily busy-ness. I’m in a rut, perhaps. So I appreciated xJane’s challenge last week to “Sing.” As part of that I’m sharing a favorite song with you (the video follows the lyrics). I especially like the lines that I’ve put in bold type.

Why this song resonates with me: I think fear rules far too many of our choices. Some days we need to just break out into song, not being afraid of what others around us may think. Just letting the words rise in our throats and drip off of our lips. Gaining pleasure from the strength of our own voice…

There is this thing that’s like touching except you don’t touch
Back in the day it just went without saying at all
All the world’s history gradually dying of shock
There is this thing it’s like talking except you don’t talk
You sing
You sing

Sing for the bartender sing for the janitor sing
Sing for the cameras sing for the animals sing
Sing for the children shooting the children sing
Sing for the teachers who told you that you couldn’t sing
Just sing

There is thing keeping everyone’s lungs and lips locked
It is called fear and it’s seeing a great renaissance
After the show you can not sing wherever you want
But for now let’s just pretend we’re all gonna get bombed
So sing

Sing cause its obvious sing for the astronauts sing
Sing for the president sing for the terrorists sing
Sing for the soccer team sing for the janjuweed sing
Sing for the kid with the phone who refuses to sing
Just sing

As a little treat, you might want to check out my old post about John’s uninhibited singing….

*Such as in my Sunstone presentation on this topic–see SL04271, Real Goddesses Have Curves (and Identities)