Song Lyric Sunday 7-10-16

Helen Espinosa poses this challenge each Sunday…

The rules are as follows:

  • Post the lyrics to a favorite song or a new song you want to share
  • Please try to include the songwriter(s) – it’s a good idea to give credit where credit is due and it’s honestly just a simple Google search
  • Make sure you also credit the singer/band and provide a link to where you found the lyrics
  • Link to the YouTube video, or pull it into your post so others can listen to the song
  • Ping back to this post or my own Song Lyric Sunday post
  • Read at least one other person’s blog so we can all share new and fantastic music and create amazing new blogging friends in the process (Not sure how to do this one!!!)

Feel free to use the Song Lyric Sunday badge by copying it into your post or add it to your site to show you are participating.


This week Helen asks us to relate a “guilty pleasure”, but other than the fact that I LOVE to sing along LOUDLY with ABBA, I don’t really have any. I love almost all music, unabashedly!

I do have a song though that I feel so guilty about!! And Helen’s music choice today about a hard to express apology made me remember it immediately.

Here’s the short version of the story.

Way back in the 90’s, I had a wonderful 16 year old stepson, J.P.,who in a heartfelt attempt to connect with me, gave me a CD for Christmas. I gushed my thank you but also judged the choice of music so harshly I never even bothered to listen to it. I mean, I like music but a group called the Goo Goo Dolls, give me a break.

A few months later, he and I are riding in the car and a song comes on the radio that blows my musical mind…the lyrics, the sound, the powerful hammering guitar BRIDGE that demands top volume, all of it! I asked my step son if he knew who was singing this poignant song and Oh my God, you guessed it, it was the Goo Goo Dolls.

He just said, “this song is the reason I gave you the album…” I made the lyrics connection to his life immediately. And I learned, painfully, the meaning of the words humility and chagrined in that car.

So my song this week is “Name” by the Goo Goo Dolls. Some of the things written about John Rzeznik’s life made me think of my own, especially raising my younger sisters.

Lead singer John Rzeznik wrote this about his childhood. He sings it to his sisters who raised him; both his parents died when he was young and his father was an alcoholic. The line, “We’re grown up orphans who never knew their names” reflects his past. (thanks, Caitlin – Yardley, PA)

Here’s my song for the week, dedicated to J.P. with BIG LOVE wherever he is now!

Name by the Goo Goo Dolls

Lyrics from A to Z Lyrics 

And even though the moment passed me by
I still can’t turn away
Cuz all the dreams you never thought you’d lose
Got tossed along the way
And letters that you never meant to send
Got lost or thrown away

And now we’re grown up orphans
And never knew their names
We don’t belong to no one
That’s a shame
But you could hide beside me
Maybe for a while
And I won’t tell no one your name
And I won’t tell ’em your name

And scars are souvenirs you never lose
The past is never far
Did you lose yourself somewhere out there?
Did you get to be a star?
And don’t it make you sad to know that life
Is more than who we are

We grew up way too fast
And now there’s nothing to believe
And reruns all become our history
A tired song keeps playing on a tired radio
And I won’t tell no one your name
And I won’t tell ’em your name
I won’t tell em’ your name
Oooh, oooh, oooh
I won’t tell em’ your name

I think about you all the time
But I don’t need the same
It’s lonely where you are
Come back down
And I won’t tell ’em your name



found a couple of interesting covers also.

Chosen Perspectives on TIME for WPC



top-my mother, middle-my biological daughter, bottom-me


And the back story is…

I didn’t see a picture of my daughter until after the longest stretch of time in my life…23 years after I gave her up for adoption. The reunion specialist I hired found her high school annual in a library.

I thought she was beautiful but could not see a trace of myself in her. So I didn’t really believe she was mine.

Then I remembered this photo of my mother when she was in the Navy at 21 years old. When I laid the photos side by side, I saw it!

The photo at the bottom is from my high school annual.