‘Couldn’t sleep, so I decided to sing depressing George Michael songs until I got tired. Then I realised I could hit most of the low notes in Cowboys and Angels.
When your heart’s in someone else’s hands
Monkey see and monkey do
Their wish is your command
You’re not to blame
Everyone’s the same
All you do is love and love is all you do
I should know by now, the way I fought for you
You’re not to blame
Everyone’s the same
I know you think that you’re safe
Mister
Harmless deception
That keeps love at bay
It’s the ones who resist that we most want to kiss
Wouldn’t you say?
Cowboys and angels
They all have the time for you
Why should I imagine
That I’d be a find for you
Why should I imagine
That I’d have something to say
But that scar on your face
That beautiful face of yours [low note]
In your heart there’s a trace
Of someone before [another low note]
His lyrics are just so sad. I can relate to them.
A long time ago, someone whose feelings I couldn’t reciprocate, looked at me while playing my George Michael CDs, and simply said, “I Can’t Make You Love Me.”
I didn’t say anything, because nothing I said would have made things better. But I haven’t forgotten. Maybe we are able to express ourselves better through music. That’s what I’ve been doing for so many years.
Moving on, I was able to hit all the notes on ‘You Have Been Loved’. Hurrah. (Karaoke, anyone? After the big campaign’s over.)
I have a radio interview today. I’m not sure what all this is going to do to my voice, but I hope it helps me to sleep, eventually.
What’s keeping me up is a combination of feeling overwhelmed, inadequate and therefore guilty – for work and other matters. Also, I tend to practice for vocal performances by singing unrelated songs.
You should be able to hear me croak, or squeak, on the new series Blogwatch on Newsradio 93.8FM, Singapore. I’ll confirm the timing when I know for sure. Update: Listen out for it at 8.45pm on Newsradio 93.8FM this Friday. I won’t be around to hear it.
[Yes, this is a convoluted post. It’s now 2.30am.]