that time of the month
Who doesn’t know what I’m talking about
Who’s never left home, who’s never struck out
To find a dream and a life of their own
A place in the clouds, a foundation of stone
Many precede and many will follow
A young girl’s dream no longer hollow
It takes the shape of a place out west
But what it holds for her, she hasn’t yet guessed
[Chorus:]
She needs wide open spaces
Room to make her big mistakes
She needs new faces
She knows the high stakes
She traveled this road as a child
Wide eyed and grinning, she never tired
But now she won’t be coming back with the rest
If these are life’s lessons, she’ll take this test
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it must be that time of the month if i’m listening to the dixie chicks again. crap. and y’all know i like to be all cool like that with the music. see, i’ve got a rep to protect as the girl who was voted most musical in the 8th grade. but let’s be honest. coco has some seriously bad musical skeletons lurking in her closet.
most of my atrocious musical tastes can be traced to my formative years—and my first set of wheels. try not to be jealous, y’all, but coco was a proud owner of a 1980 pontiac sunbird, complete with no air conditioning and no fm radio. these two features, or lack thereof, meant an early adulthood filled with profuse sweating and am country music. something about “character” and “building” were completely lost on me. but the addictiveness of country music wasn’t.
a bunch of years and cars later, i still find myself “accidentally” stopping on a country station when i hear that familiar twang. oh lordy, those stories of women leaving their men and their double wide trailers get me everytime…they’re like greek tragedies being sung by daisy duke. f’n brilliant.
so back to the dixie chicks…i was hurling down melrose the other day, exploring the radio waves for something other than beyonce’s “to the left” (make it stop, y’all!) when i happened upon the dixie chick’s “wide open spaces.” well tie me to an ant hill and smear my ears with jam, but that song makes me get all emotional something fierce. and i had no other option but to belt out those lyrics as loudly as my little northeast voice could muster.
WIIIIIIIIIIIIDE OPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNN SPAAAAAAAAACEEEEES.
ROOOOM TO MAKE HER BIG MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKES.
i’ve always (secretly) loved that song. something about natalie maines whining about screwing up but telling us its okay always made be feel all warm and fuzzy inside. but it wasn’t until monday that i realized it might be coco’s theme song.
so as I fire up my dixie chicks for a fifth time in as many days, I want y’all to forgive my musical transgressions…
and my desire to take fiddle lessons.
let’s just hope coco’s neighbors give her LOTS of room to make her big mistakes, too.
happy cinco de mayonnaise, y’all!
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