I think it's impossible to just sing a Celine Dion song.
There's something about the power or passion in her music that
compels you to not only sing along, but sing along at the top of your lungs.
You know exactly what I'm talking about.
"Cause I'm your lady....and you are my man....whenever you reach for me...."
Every time that song came on the radio, you had to belt it out as loud as you could. It didn't matter if you had yet to even reach womanhood, you had to join your voice with hers.
I don't know what it is about her voice, but it stangely brings this passion out of anyone who hears it, whether you like her music or not. The woman's got some pipes.
I don't know why I'm thinking about Celine Dion this morning, but maybe because last night there was a particular song/sentiment that I wanted so desperately to scream at the top of my lungs....
"All by myself...Dont wanna be.....All by myself.......Anymore"
Only last night, all I could muster was a small whisper of a voice.
1 comment:
i mean, i guess i agree? all i do know is that half way through reading this, sara, on my right shoulder was laughing and doing her little clap/laugh combo thing and that made me laugh.
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