I must have an old soul. Because I have never run into current artists that make my heart ache with emotion the way Barry Manilow and Air Supply’s songs do. Or maybe I just have a simple soul. All it takes is a melancholy tune and mournfully hopeful words to make me cry, and half the time I am not sure why I am crying except that I want the songwriter to be able to fulfill the wishes he has in his songs. And what brought this odd little random string of thought on, you ask? I am listening to my Barry Manilow pandora station, specifically “The Old Songs” by Barry Manilow.
Candles burning
glasses are chilled and soon
she’ll be by
Hope and pray
she’ll say that she’s
willing to give us
another try
And if all those plans I’ve made
don’t melt the lady’s heart
I’ll put on the old 45s
(chorus)
And maybe the old songs
will bring back the old times
Maybe the old lines will sound new
Maybe she’ll lay her head on my shoulder
Maybe old feelings will come through
Maybe we’ll start to cry
and wonder why
we ever walked away
Maybe the old songs
will bring back the old times
and make her want to stay
Its been too long since I’ve
seen her face light up
when I come home
It’s been too many
hours I’ve wasted staring
at the phone
Sweet old songs I’m counting on you
to bring her back to me
I’m tired of listening alone
(chorus)
Want to stay
And maybe we’ll start to cry
and wonder why
we ever walked away
Maybe the old songs
will bring back the old times
and make her want to stay
If only I could write stories with as much emotion and soulfulness has songs like this, I would be published in no time, bringing tears to everyone who reads my stories, which is all I want – to be able to touch someone’s heart enough that they can feel my soul in my stories – I just don’t know how to do it yet.
Forest Idylls 