There are times when I don't want to wake up to the sounds of Death Metal. I'd rather be eased gently into the day.
And this is what I listen to, when I don't want to be jarred awake.
Janet Jackson's Runaway:
The girl has skillz. She can sing and do that amazing choreography at the same time. At best, I can only hum tunelessly while tapping my foot. This song never gets old.
Now, if I am not sure if I want to get up or go back to sleep, I listen to this:
The Waters of March, by Elis Regina and Tom Jobim. And suddenly, I couldn't care less about whatever bugs me at the moment.
"These are waters of March closing the summer; it's the promise of life in your heart."
I have no idea what it means, but it sounds really deep, and it is most definitely reassuring.
Good day everyone!
And Happy Father's Day, Papa!