Sweet Child of Mine

Originally a Guns 'n Roses track, I have to confess that while panned by man I prefer the Sheryl Crow cover of "Sweet Child of Mine". Not to mention I just love her hair.

Essentially nothing more than a poem set to a tuning riff, but possibly the 'Roses greatest hit. Funny how the simplest things often have the greatest impact.

Originally written for Axl's girlfriend, Sheryl's version was used in the movie "Big Daddy". Possibly another reason I prefer her version as it does seem to change meaning. Ultimately I just loved the way in the movie the grown up has to grow up a bit to better look after the little kid, but without having to lose any childhood charm

She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
she takes me away to that special place
And if I stare too long
I'd probably break down and cry

woah oh oh
Sweet child o' mine
woah oh oh oh
Sweet love of mine

(short guitar solo)

She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by

woah oh oh
Sweet child o' mine
woah oh oh oh
Sweet love of mine

(short guitar solo)

woah oh oh oh
Sweet child o' mine
woah oh oh
Sweet love of mine

woah oh oh oh
Sweet child o' mine
woah oh oh
Sweet love of mine

(guitar solo)

Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Where do we go

Where do we go now
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet child o' mine
o Where do we go now
ah ah aiai ai ai
Where do we go now
Where do we go

Where do we go now
Where do we go now
where do we go
where do we go now
now now now now now now now
sweet child
sweet child of mine

Little people remains awesome and continue to remind me of the good childhood memories.

Tomorrow Never Dies

Who hasn't been following the James Bond festival on e-tv? Yeah I know it's cheesy, but that's the point. Last night I watched Tomorrow Never Dies and realised that the reason I don't like the newer, re-invented James Bond (played by Daniel Craig) is that he's far too serious. I loved the horribly cheesy one-liners pulled off by Pierce Brosnan. While I was rarely a fan of him playing James Bond (I think that Rodger Moore looked the part the best - Sean Connery simply was the greatest actor to have played the part, but didn't really look like the dashing British Agent) I couldn't help but think that he's the best of the bad bonds (Timothy Dalton, Daniel Craig... and who can forget George Lazenby? [who?]).

Well here's the theme tune to Tomorrow Never Dies by Sheryl Crow. Really have to love the way she is able to go from rock to an almost sultry jazz style. Oh, and I still think she has like the greatest hair ever!

Darling I'm killed
I'm in a puddle on the floor
Waiting for you to return
Oh what a thrill
Fascinations galore
How you tease
How you leave me to burn
It's so deadly my dear
The power of having you near

Until the day
Until the world falls away
Until you say there'll be no more goodbyes
I see it in your eyes
Tomorrow never dies

Darling you've won
It's no fun
Martinis, girls, and guns
It's murder on our love affair
But you bet your life
Every night
While you chase in the morning light
You're not the only spy out there
It's so deadly my dear
The power of wanting you near

Until the day
Until the world falls away
Until you say there'll be no more goodbyes
I see it in your eyes
Tomorrow Never Dies...

Until the day
Until the world falls away
Until you say there'll be no more goodbyes
See it in your eyes...

Until the day... Until the day... Until the day.......

Hmmm... martinis and girls I'll do, but think I'll leave the guns.

If It Makes You Happy

Well sitting at the pup last night watching VH1 and this one kinda popped up to mind while watching Sheryl Crow perform "Strong Enough".

This is a question I've asked a lot of people, to which there is so very rarely an answer, "If it makes you happy, then why the hell are you so sad?" Mostly religious folk mind you... or those that have made some poor life choice (often the same thing in my opinion).

I've been long, a long way from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos,
And drank til I was thirsty again
We went searching through thrift store jungles
Found Geronimo's rifle, Marilyn's shampoo
And Benny Goodman's corset and pen

Well, o.k. I made this up
I promised you I'd never give up

If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad

You get down, real low down
You listen to Coltrane, derail your own train
Well who hasn't been there before?
I come round, around the hard way
Bring you comics in bed, scrape the mold off the bread
And serve you french toast again

Well, o.k. I still get stoned
I'm not the kind of girl you'd take home

If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad

We've been far, far away from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos
And everywhere in between
Well, o.k. we get along
So what if right now everything's wrong?

If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad

Honestly, why the hell are you so sad?

Home

Well, it's a Monday and I've never been much of a fan of Monday's. So here's a bit of an opposite of Friday's tune.

"Home" by Sheryl Crow kinda hits home for me... okay, so I didn't marry a man (although that is now legal in SA and not in some backward countries like the US) but know this scenario all too well.

Oh and she has like the greatest hair, ever!

I woke up this morning
Now I understand
What it means to give your life
To just one man
Afraid of feeling nothing
No bees or butterflies
My head is full of voices
And my house is full of lies

This is home, home
And this is home, home
This is home

I found your standing there
When I was seventeen
Now I'm thirty-two
And I can't remember what I've seen in you
And I made a promise
Said it everyday
Now I'm reading romance novels
And I'm dreaming of yesterday

This is home, home
And this is home,
And this is home
This is home

I'd like to see the Riviera
And slowdance underneath the stars
I'd like to watch the sun come up
In a stranger's arms

This is home, oh

And this is home, home,
Home, home

I'm going crazy
A little every day
And everything I wanted
Is now driving me away
I woke this morning
To the sound of breaking hearts
Mine is full of questions
And it's tearing yours apart
Tearing yours apart
It's tearing yours apart
Tearing yours apart
And it's tearing us apart

Mine still remains full of questions... to which I'm sure there are no answers.