Monday, July 16, 2012

Some Beach




Some Beach by Blake Shelton


Driving down the interstate, running thirty minutes lateSinging Margarita ville and minding my ownSome foreign car driving dude with the road rage attitudePulled up beside me talking on his cell phoneHe started yelling at me like I did something wrongHe flipped me the bird an' then he was gone


Some beach, somewhereThere's a big umbrella casting shade over an empty chairPalm trees are growing and a warm breeze is blowingI picture myself right there on some beach, somewhere


I circled the parking lot trying to find a spotJust big enough I could park my old truckA man with a big cigar was getting into his carI stopped and I waited for him to back upbut from out of no where a Mercedes BenzCame cruising up and whipped right in


Some beach, somewhereThere's no where to go when you got all day to get thereThere's cold margaritas and hot senoritasSmiling with long dark hair on some beach, somewhere


I sat in that waiting room, it seemed like all afternoonThe nurse finally said, "Doc's ready for you"You're not gonna feel a thing, we'll give you some NovocainThat tooth will be fine in a minute or twoBut he stuck that needle down deep in my gumAnd he started drilling before I was numb


Some beach, somewhereThere's a beautiful sunset burning up that atmosphereThere's music and dancing and lovers romancingIn the salty evening air on some beach, somewhereOn some beach, somewhere




I love this song.  If only everyone would see life this way the drug companies would be out of business and everyone would be happy.  


How do you feel about this song?  Do you think it's possible to have an asshole with a road rage attitude, flip you the bird, and your reaction is:


"Some beach, somewhereThere's a big umbrella casting shade over an empty chairPalm trees are growing and a warm breeze is blowingI picture myself right there on some beach, somewhere"


If you do, you'll live longer.


Do you think it's possible to have someone, with a Mercedes Benz, come out of nowhere and take the parking spot you've been waiting for, and your reaction is:




"Some beach, somewhereThere's no where to go when you got all day to get thereThere's cold margaritas and hot senoritasSmiling with long dark hair on some beach, somewhere"




If you do, you're one hell of a happy person.


Do you think it's possible to have your dentist stick that needle down deep in your gum and start drilling before you're numb, and all you can think about is:



"Some beach, somewhereThere's a beautiful sunset burning up that atmosphereThere's music and dancing and lovers romancingIn the salty evening air on some beach, somewhereOn some beach, somewhere"


If you do, you get it. You're my hero.  I want to be like you. You're the person I want to hang out with.  You're the one who gives positive energy out to the universe.  You're the least stressed person on the planet.  You have many - many friends and loved ones.  You make everyone around you feel better.  You've been reading my blogs.


Wouldn't that be a great way to live!  Sooo, why not?  What's stopping you? What bad would happen to you - absolutely nothing!   


It's hard to think like that.  I, your happiness blogger, have not reach that pinnacle.  I don't know anyone who sees life that way all the time.  I can do it more times than not, but not all the time.  The thing is, I don't know why.


I know it would be good for me.  I know I would be a happier person.  I know everyone would like me even more than they do now - which is a lot.  I want to be that person, but something is holding me back.  


Are the wounds, inside me, from the negative things that have happen to me in my life, so deep I just can't release them entirely?  Probably so.  Is the button of not wanting to be taken advantage of so deep inside me that I can't get rid of it?  Probably so.  Are my insecurities, inside me, stopping me from taking a laissez faire attitude when things don't go my way.  Probably so.  


I'm working on it and I will continue to work on it the rest of my life because I know my life will be even better than it is today if I accomplish that goal.


OOPS, the dog just took a dump on the floor

SOME BEACH - SOMEWHERE




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