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During the last week I chose to listen to the song “Stand” by Rascal Flatts. What I noticed was that this song affected my mood more than it seemed to affect the mood of those around me. In general this song made me feel better about pretty much anything. Since I’m perpetually busy and almost always running on empty by the end of the day I found that this song gave me a little boost when I was particularly drained. The opening “You feel like a candle in a hurricane” became an apt description for how I felt by about 5pm everyday this week, especially on Wednesday. I think the imagery is particularly good because every time I hear that line I am reminded of the many hurricanes and typhoons I been through and I think about the wind howling and the rain pouring down and then I can see (In my mind’s eye) a tapered candle holding strong against it all, continuing to burn and spread light. The only time the song frustrated me was when it started and I was standing on the bus, in traffic, for about 30 minutes. In the end I think that for the most part the song affected my mood, but maybe not the mood of those around me.

//You feel like a candle in a hurricane
Just like a picture with a broken frame
Alone and helpless like you've lost your fight
But you'll be alright
You'll be alright

Cause when push comes to shove
You taste what you're made of
You might bend, till you break
Cause it's all you can take
On your knees you look up
Decide you've had enough
You get mad you get strong
Wipe your hands shake it off
Then you stand
Then you stand

Life's like a novel with the end ripped out
The edge of a canyon with only one way down
Take what you're given before its gone
Start holding on, keep holding on

Cause when push comes to shove
You taste what you're made of
You might bend, till you break
Cause it's all you can take
On your knees you look up
Decide you've had enough
You get mad you get strong
Wipe your hands shake it off
Then you stand (then you stand)
Yea, then you stand (then you stand)

Everytime you get up
And get back in the race
One more small piece of you
Starts to fall into place, yea
Ooohhh

Cause when push comes to shove
You taste what you're made of
You might bend, till you break
Cause it's all you can take
On your knees you look up
Decide you've had enough
You get mad you get strong
Wipe your hands shake it off
Then you stand (then you stand)
Then you stand (then you stand)
Yea, then you stand (then you stand)
Yea (then you stand)
Ohhh (then you stand)
Ohhh (then you stand)
Ohhh (then you stand)
Ohhh (then you stand)
Then you stand//

On another note one of my apartment mates was particularly hooked on the song “Chicken Fried” by the Zac Brown Band, and this song, in my experience, affects the mood of everyone around. I think we walked around singing that song all week, and it was always a party. Personally I can’t think about this song without wanting to dance and sing and party. It also makes me hungry for some Southern Home Cooking.

You know I like my chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I was raised up beneath the shade of a Georgia pine
And that’s home you know
Sweet tea pecan pie and homemade wine
Where the peaches grow
And my house it’s not much to talk about
But it’s filled with love that’s grown in southern ground
And a little bit of chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
well I’ve seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman’s eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
and know a mother’s love
Well its funny how it’s the little things in life that mean the most
Not where you live or the car you drive or the price tag on your clothes
There’s no dollar sign on a piece of mind this I’ve come to know
So if you agree have a drink with me
Raise you glasses for a toast
To a little bit of chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
well I’ve seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman’s eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
and know a mother’s love
I thank god for my life
and for the stars and stripes
May freedom forever fly, let it ring.
Salute the ones who died
the ones that give their lives so we don’t have to sacrifice
all the things we love
like our chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
well I’ve seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman’s eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
and know a mother’s love

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