Music Monday– Hurricane

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In 2016, I started the When Love Blooms Series. Forgive me for letting lapse. However, that’s not important right now. What’s important is that Colonel Fitzwilliam fell head over heels for an earl’s daughter, the beautiful Lady Belinda. In Sufficient Encouragement, book one of the series, it is simply noted that he’s engaged. In Renewed Hope, we get to see the story from his point of view. I greatly enjoyed writing the scene of their first meeting. At the time, I had this image of her striking Richard with the force of a hurricane and he was completely powerless to stop falling in love with her.

A few years later, I was listening to the radio and heard Luke Combs’ Hurricane. His song is about reuniting with an old flame and it’s likely disastrous consequences but the unstoppable attraction between the couple is very similar to Richard and Belinda–they just get a happier ending.

Here’s Richard and Belinda’s “meet cute” scene:

Descending the stairs to the ground floor, he recalled the threat of rain. He just reached the garden door when he heard raindrops. Before he could open it and decide if he should face the deluge or not, the door flung open. More suddenly than a sea squall, a drenched water sprite dashed right into his chest. As she bounced off his body, his arms reflexively reached around her so she would not stumble. A jolt like lightning struck him, causing his arms to tighten. With a strangled cry she wrenched herself from his arms and ran out of sight.

Head swimming for calm, Richard stood before the still open garden door as rain poured in. He felt like he had just lived through a hurricane, though it had been but a woman. His body’s reaction to her shape and the feel of her against his chest reminded him of the two tempests, she was surely the more dangerous. Whoever she was.

*****

Belinda ran upstairs to her bed chamber as fast as her water-soaked skirts would allow her. Pins fell from her hair and drenched curls stuck to the side of her face. A blush of mortification crept over her skin. She must have looked a terrible fright and yet had not only been seen that way but literally crashed into a man. Her parents’ guest. She knew Lord and Lady Matlock were to dine this night, meaning the gentleman must be Lord Arlington.

Reaching her room, she slammed the door shut as though she could keep out the dangerous thoughts flooding her mind. He had been the most handsome gentleman she had ever seen. He was solid and well-built. His shoulders took up the whole door frame. She could still feel the strength of his arms when wrapped around her.

Belinda shook her head, sending droplets of water to the floor.

Here’s the lyric video and lyrics to Luke Combs’ Hurricane. Let me know if you agree with the similarities!

 

Hadn’t had a good time
Since you know when
Got talked into going out
With hopes you were staying in
I was feeling like myself for the first time
In a long time
‘Til I bumped into some of your friends
Over there talkin’ to mine

Then you rolled in with your hair in the wind
Baby, without warning
I was doing alright
But just your sight had my heart storming
The moon went hiding, stars quit shining
Rain was driving, thunder, lightning
You wrecked my whole world when you came
And hit me like a hurricane
Hit me like a hurricane

Knew it was gonna be a long night
From the moment when
We locked eyes over whiskey on ice
Started talking bout us again
If I woulda just layed my drink down
And walked out
I wouldn’t be in my truck
Driving us to your house

But you rolled in with your hair in the wind
Baby, without warning
I was doing alright
But just your sight had my heart storming
The moon went hiding, stars quit shining
Rain was driving, thunder, lightning
You wrecked my whole world when you came
And hit me like a hurricane
You hit me like a hurricane

You hit me category five
With your smile
Blew me away
And girl, it ain’t but midnight
You done killed the lights
Bent my heart back to your bedside

Then you rolled in with your hair in the wind
Baby, without warning
I was doing alright
But just your sight had my heart storming
The moon went hiding, stars quit shining
Rain was driving, thunder, lightning
You wrecked my whole world when you came
And hit me like a hurricane
You hit me like a hurricane
Hit me like a hurricane

 

Copyright 2016 “Hurricane” Performed by Luke Combs, Written by Thomas Mac Arthur, Luke Combs & Taylor Phillips

Copyright 2016 “Renewed Hope” by Rose Fairbanks

Music Monday–War Paint

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A few weeks ago, I had the song Neon Love on my Music Monday post. I enjoyed the artist so much I had to see what else she had available on YouTube. That’s when I found War Paint. Oh my gosh. This song speaks to me so much. It’s turned into the anthem for Mr. Darcy’s Compassion.

Do you have anyone in your life that can fearlessly wear your scars like war paint? Or have you done it for a loved one?

 

[Verse 1]
It’s okay to not be okay
When even the air you breathe
Is just too much for your lungs to take
And all the words that you don’t say
I hear your SOS on the radio
As you’re driving away
C’mon pick up your phone
Don’t have to face it alone
Gonna fight with you and for you
Yeah I want you to know

[Chorus]
I will stand your ground
I’ll kiss your battle scars
And leave my XO mark till you can feel it
Can you feel it?
You can call my name
I’ll hold your hand grenade
Keep all your secrets safe ’til you can see me
Can you see me coming?
Running for you dead of night
Can you hear me, hola, you’re alright
I’ll take your fears and wipe your eyes and wear it all like war paint
Wear it all like war paint, wear it all like war paint

[Verse 2]
I see gold, when you’re black and blue
I love the colours burning beautiful that you wanna use
When all you want is to get out alive
You don’t have to cry for me to hear your battle cry
C’mon turn on your light
I’ve been waiting all night
To fight with you and for you
When all your flags are white

[Chorus]
I will stand your ground
I’ll kiss your battle scars
And leave my XO mark till you can feel it
Can you feel it?
You can call my name
I’ll hold your hand grenade
Keep all your secrets safe ’til you can see me
Can you see me coming?
Running for you dead of night
Can you hear me, hola, you’re alright
I’ll take your fears and wipe your eyes and wear it all like war paint
Wear it all like war paint, wear it all like war paint

Wear it all like war paint, wear it all like war paint

I will stand your ground
I’ll kiss your battle scars
And leave my XO mark till you can feel it
Can you feel it?
You can call my name
I’ll hold your hand grenade
Keep all your secrets safe ’til you can see me
Can you see me coming?
Running for you dead of night
Can you hear me, hola, you’re alright
I’ll take your fears and wipe your eyes and wear it all like war paint
Wear it all like war paint, wear it all like war paint

Wear it all like war paint, wear it all like war paint

Writer(s): ERIC OLSON, MADELINE MERLO, APRIL GEESBREGHT Performed by Madeline Merlo

Music Monday- Neon Love

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In looking over my previous Music Mondays, I noticed I didn’t have a post that made me think of Northanger Abbey. This song is a little different than I would usually pick but it was suggested by Leenie Brown and I think it really works. I hope you enjoy!

 

There’s a long line up down the street outside
They can roll it up in their daddy’s ride
Like they just got paid, head straight to the valet
No room at the bar you can barely move
People getting bottle service in the corner booth
Sipping $1K champagne, must be somebody’s birthday

And there’s drunk girls in the bathroom
Acting like they’re best friends, talking boyfriends
Yeah you know they do, like grown up high school

Girls looking for a guy with money to blow
Guys looking for a girl they can get back home
Numbers on napkins, shots on shots
Everybody work, work, working what they got
Like the whole room just turned 21
Some looking for forever, some just for fun
All the names are new and the night is young
Everybody in here just falling into neon love
Love (Na na na na, na na na na)

It’s a whiskey kiss, making out like eyes
It’s hands on hips under dark blue lights
Moving slow, in the midnight glow

There’s still drunk girls in the bathroom
Acting like they’re best friends, talking boyfriends
Crying mascara, holding their hair up (Hey!)

Girls looking for a guy with money to blow
Guys looking for a girl they can get back home
Numbers on napkins, shots on shots
Everybody work, work, working what they got
Like the whole room just turned 21
Some looking for forever, some just for fun
All the names are new and the night is young
Everybody in here just falling into neon love
Love (Na na na na) Yeah (Na na na na)
Falling into neon love

There’s drunk girls in the bathroom
Acting like they’re best friends, talking boyfriends
It’s a masquerade, such a wicked game

Girls looking for a guy with money to blow
Guys looking for a girl they can get back home
Numbers on napkins, shots on shots
Everybody work, work, working what they got
Like the whole room just turned 21
Some looking for forever, some just for fun
All the names are new and the night is young
Everybody in here just falling into neon love
Love (Falling into neon love)
Love, just falling into neon love
Love (Na na na na) Love (Na na na na)

Writer(s): JASON MCEWEN, JEFF PARDO, MADELINE MERLO

Music Monday–This is Me

 

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Last week, I was at the Younique Convention in San Antonio, Texas. For those that don’t know, I also run a side business selling makeup. I arrived at the convention exhausted and broken down. 2018 has been a very rough year for me with two moves in six months. I was having to put everyone else first and keep up with publishing too. I was barely treading water and felt like I had lost a lot of who I was. The entire convention was about empowering presenters, uplifting them, validating who they are exactly where they are. I felt like it spoke to my heart in every single session and break out group. One evening, we were fortunate enough to have Keala Settle perform for us. She did many songs and talked along the way–even gave a little motivational speech. You can really tell she has so much heart and despite her success she’s just as normal as anyone. I’ve lived under a rock and still have not seen The Greatest Showman or really heard “This is Me” before. I had heard it in the background of stuff and liked what I heard. However, when you’re in a convention setting and 12,000 of you get to be her backup singers…it was powerful and amazing. This is me. Bruises and all. Truly one of the most profound moments of my life. What has been one of yours?

 

I am not a stranger to the dark
Hide away, they say
‘Cause we don’t want your broken parts
I’ve learned to be ashamed of all my scars
Run away, they say
No one’ll love you as you are
But I won’t let them break me down to dust
I know that there’s a place for us
For we are glorious
When the sharpest words wanna cut me down
I’m gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out
I am brave, I am bruised
I am who I’m meant to be, this is me
Look out ’cause here I come
And I’m marching on to the beat I drum
I’m not scared to be seen
I make no apologies, this is me
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
Another round of bullets hits my skin
Well, fire away ’cause today, I won’t let the shame sink in
We are bursting through the barricades and
Reaching for the sun (we are warriors)
Yeah, that’s what we’ve become (yeah, that’s what we’ve become)
I won’t let them break me down to dust
I know that there’s a place for us
For we are glorious
When the sharpest words wanna cut me down
I’m gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out
I am brave, I am bruised
I am who I’m meant to be, this is me
Look out ’cause here I come
And I’m marching on to the beat I drum
I’m not scared to be seen
I make no apologies, this is me
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
This is me
and I know that I deserve your love
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) ’cause there’s nothing I’m not worthy of
(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh)
When the sharpest words wanna cut me down
I’m gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out
This is brave, this is proof
This is who I’m meant to be, this is me
Look out ’cause here I come (look out ’cause here I come)
And I’m marching on to the beat I drum (marching on, marching, marching on)
I’m not scared to be seen
I make no apologies, this is me
When the sharpest words wanna cut me down
I’m gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out
I’m gonna send a flood
Gonna drown them out
Oh
This is me
Songwriters: Justin Paul / Benj Pasek. Performed by Keala Settle.

Music Monday- Ring of Fire

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The Ring of Fire is a well-loved classic. My final line from Thursday’s Jealous Desire short story made me think of the song. I’ve included a video of Johnny Cash’s original rendition as well as one done by an acapella group, Home Free. My husband is one of their biggest fans so I couldn’t miss giving them a shout out. They performed their arrangement on The Sing Off in 2013. Winning the show served as their breakout moment. During the competition, their version was called “acapella country reggae” by renowned artist, Jewel. Home Free mostly does cover songs. In that way, I think they remind me of a JAFF writer.

It’s easy to see that the song is about love. Allegedly, Cash’s second wife, June Carter Cash, wrote the song after they had first met but while she was still married to another. Knowing that, consider the lyrics in a different light. Being engulfed in this uncontrollable love is not pleasant. It is not exhilarating. It is dangerous–it is deadly–it should be feared–but it can’t be helped. Now, how do you think I will connect that to Jane Austen?

 

 

Love is a burning thing
And it makes a fiery ring.
Bound by wild desire
I fell into a ring of fire.I fell into a burning ring of fire,
I went down, down, down and the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns,
The ring of fire, the ring of fire.

I fell into a burning ring of fire,
I went down, down, down and the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns,
The ring of fire, the ring of fire.

The taste of love is sweet
When hearts like ours meet.
I fell for you like a child,
Oh, but the fire went wild.

I fell into a burning ring of fire,
I went down, down, down and the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns,
The ring of fire, the ring of fire.

And it burns, burns, burns,
The ring of fire, the ring of fire.
The ring of fire, the ring of fire.

Written by June Carter Cash and Merle Kilgore. Performed by Johnny Cash and Home Free.

 

 

Music Monday- The Difference

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I’ve been married for almost 14 years and with my husband for 15. I don’t envy those that have to navigate the waters of beginning a new relationship. I do recall, however, how difficult it was to read someone. Are they interested? Are you coming in too strong? Not strong enough? Before my husband ever asked me on a date he was always THERE. He would be in the periphery although we had never really been introduced let alone friends, at the time. Some fringe of my friends were friends with his fringe and slowly, he just started spending more time with me even if the others weren’t around. It took me awhile, but I figured out he had a crush on me. The next step was deciding if I was interested. I started going out of my way to try to talk to him. I needed to figure him out. I would drop hints about movies, which I thought he would be interested in seeing, and mentioning that I wanted to see them as well. I tried to give so many HINTS but I was far too subtle.

Somehow, he got the nerve to ask me to prom. Then I said no. 😀 The story for how we ever came together is for another time. What I wanted to think about this week, is the subtle differences between things like, “How are you?” (we were never a “what’s up?” crowd) and “What are your plans because I want to come too.” Tyler Rich’s “The Difference” exemplifies the issue.

 

 

 

I’m tired of sleeping on us
I’m over dodging this crush
I’m sick of waiting 10 minutes just to text you back
So you don’t get to thinkin’ that I’m too attached
I’m more than benefit friends
I’m more than just a weekend binge
I want you to be my hottie riding shottie, I don’t want nobody’s body but your body, babe
All I’m tryna say is

There’s a difference between “miss ya” and “I miss your face”
And there’s a difference in “What’s going on?” and “Baby, how was your day?”
Yeah, there’s a hell of a difference in saying three words or kinda just meaning two
And there’s a difference in “Love ya” and “I love you”
And I wanna be the difference, yeah I do

I wanna be the difference between “Hey, what’s up?’ and “What are we gonna do tonight?”
Between “Yeah, she’s cool, we hang out sometimes” and “That girl right there, she’s mine”
Between leading ya on and holdin’ your hand
Sittin’ it out and “Girl, let’s dance”
Between playing it safe and taking the chance
Yeah, pumpin’ the brakes and hittin’ the gas

There’s a difference between “miss ya” and “I miss your face”
And there’s a difference in “What’s going on?” and “Baby, how was your day?”
Yeah, there’s a hell of a difference in saying three words or kinda just meaning two
And there’s a difference in “Love ya” and “I love you”

And I wanna be the difference, close the distance
And be that puzzle piece you didn’t even know you was missing baby
Ohh, I wanna be the difference, yeah I do

There’s a difference between “miss ya” and “I miss your face”
And there’s a difference in “What’s going on?” and “Baby, how was your day?”
Yeah, there’s a hell of a difference in saying three words or kinda just meaning two
And there’s a difference in “Love ya” and “I love you”
And I wanna be the difference, oh yeah
I wanna be the difference
I wanna be the difference

 Writers: Devin Dawson, Jacob Durrett, Rhett Akins, Benjamin D. Burgess. Performed by Tyler Rich.

 

Music Monday- Girl Crush

 

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This song has been out for a few years, and I have to confess that the soulful, blues-y sound of it has always held my attention. When I was making plans for this week’s theme on the blog, it popped in my head as the perfect way to encapsulate Caroline Bingley’s envy for Elizabeth Bennet. Even if you’ve never felt this way about a man, we have probably all envied another woman (or man, if I have any male readers–speak up if you are because I don’t know of you!) at some point in our lives.

Lest the title confuse you, it’s been described as “about a girl obsessing over another girl because that girl stole her lover … On the other hand, it could also be about a girl obsessing over the girl who is with the man that she wants but has never had.”

I’ve got a girl crush
Hate to admit it but,
I got a hard rush
It’s not slowing down
I got it real bad
I want everything she has
That smile and that midnight laugh
She’s giving you now

I want to taste her lips
Yeah, cuz they taste like you
I want to drown myself
In a bottle of her perfume

I want her long blond hair
I want her magic touch
Yeah, cuz maybe then
You’d want me just as much

I’ve got a girl crush
I’ve got a girl crush
I don’t get no sleep
I don’t get no peace

Thinking about her
Under your bed sheets
The way that she’s whispering
The way that she’s pulling you in
Lord knows I’ve tried,
I can’t get her off my mind

I want to taste her lips
Yeah, cuz they taste like you
I want to drown myself
In a bottle of her perfume
I want her long blond hair
I want her magic touch
Yeah, cuz maybe then
You’d want me just as much

I’ve got a girl crush
I’ve got a girl crush
Hate to admit it but
I got a hard rush,
It’s not slowing down

Written by: Lori McKenna, Liz Rose, and Hillary Lindsey. Performed by Little Big Town.