You might remember me doing this three-day lyrical challenge a few weeks ago. (If not, here’s day 1, day 2, and day 3.) It was so hard to choose just three songs that I love, so I was very excited (as usual) when Jenna tagged me to do it again! ❤
The rules are simple:
- Thank the person who nominated you.
- Share one of your favorite song/lyrics one at a time for three days.
- Nominate three other bloggers each day.
I’ve talked a little bit about my love of Ben Folds before, but now I’m going to go deep into the history of my life, back to 2008 when I was working my first college job. I worked in my dorm’s cafeteria, which had its positives and negatives. One positive was my supervisor, John, who was a year or two older than me and one of those guys that’s super nerdy but also super cool. It’s been more than ten years and I’m pretty sure he’s not following my blog, so I think I can safely say that I had a huge crush on him. Like, embarrassingly big.
Anyway. We usually worked the closing shift together, which meant that the managers had all gone home and we could pretty much do whatever we wanted as long as we got everything done. There was one night in particular where nothing was happening. There was probably a football game or something, which meant that 98% of the people who lived in the dorm were at the stadium. (Football is huge in Wisconsin.)
It was so slow and we’d already finished everything we needed to do for the night, so we were just waiting around for the clock to hit 12:30 so we could punch out. Sometimes John would sing me songs (#1 foolproof way to my heart, honestly) and that night, he started singing Zak and Sara. I swooned. I still can’t hear this song without thinking about him, even though it’s been at least eight years since I saw him.
Sara spelled without an “h” was getting bored
On a Peavey amp in 1984
While Zak without a “c” tried out some new guitars
Playing Sara-with-no-h’s favorite songZak and Sara
Often Sara would have spells where she lost time
She saw the future, she heard voices from inside
The kind of voices she would soon learn to deny
Because at home they got her smackedZak and Sara
Zak and SaraZak called his dad about layaway plans
And Sara told the friendly salesman that:
“You’ll all die in your cars
And why’s it gotta be dark?
And you’re all working in a submarine.”(Asshole)
She saw the lights, she saw the pale English face
Some strange machines repeating beats and thumping bass
Visions of pills that put you in a loving trance
That make it possible for all white boys to dance
And when Zak finished Sara’s song, Sara clappedZak and Sara
Zak and Sara
This time around, I’m tagging: Nikki 🌺 Alex 🌺 Rebecca
As always, no pressure! Let me know if you love tags and I’ll add you to my list! Let me know if you hate tags and I’ll stop bothering you! And if I didn’t tag you and you think this looks like fun, please do it and link back to me so I can see your answers! ❤
The Bibliophagist 