When Songs Become Therapeutic

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Lyrics and melody can pull me through.

My parents are at it again. I think I can hear my mom crying and glass are crashing in the living room. Was that a slap? Yes, that was a slap. My dad said ouch. So, it’s mom who’s violent. I just hope my dad won’t hit my mom. He’s a large guy at 6 feet 5 inches while mom is only 5’2″. She would pass out if dad’s hands touched her small face. Please, God, no.

Why won’t they divorce already? It seems that they don’t love each other anymore and the fighting has been going on for months, almost every day. Don’t they get tired?

Dad is cheating on her? Oh, yeah. What’s new? As if I didn’t know. Mom is cheating on dad too? Now, that’s great! And with the gardener? It’s absurd. How I wish I can get out of this house already and find an apartment. I’m 18 and I think I can do that, but I will have to tell them both of my plans. I can’t live like this. They have to know that.

I popped my buds on and played my classics playlist. Thank the heavens for Barbra Streisand. Every time I feel down, her angelic and out-of-this-world voice is my comfort and my rock. Right now, I’m listening to “The Way We Were” and as always, tears form in my lids.

 

Mem’ries light the corners of my mind

Misty water-colored mem’ries of the way we were

Scattered pictures of the smiles we left behind

Smiles we gave to one another for the way we were

Can it be that it was all so simple then

Or has time rewritten every line

If we had the chance to do it all again, tell me, would we, could we

Mem’ries may be beautiful and yet

What’s too painful to remember

We simply choose to forget

So it’s the laughter we will remember

Whenever we remember the way we were

The way we were

 

-The Way We Were, Barbra Streisand

 

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This is one of the most beautiful songs by Barbra. I hope in time, mom and dad will think of their 20 years this way, after they separate and leave each other for good and perhaps, for the better. I mean, I’m sure that they loved each other once; otherwise, I wouldn’t be alive. But is this marriage? I clicked another Barbra favorite, and this time, love is Evergreen.

 

Love soft as an easy chair

Love fresh as the morning air

One love that is shared by two

I have found with you

Like a rose under the April snow

I was always certain love would grow

Love ageless and evergreen

Seldom seen by two

You and I will

make each night the first

Everyday a beginning

Spirits rise and their dance is unrehearsed

They warm and excite us

‘Cause we have the brightest love

Two lights that shine as one Morning glory and midnight sun

Time… we’ve learned to sail above

Time… won’t change the meaning of one love

Ageless and ever evergreen…

 

-Evergreen, Barbra Streisand

 

Barbra must have been very much in love when she sang this song. Sigh… I’m feeling a bit better now. This song gives me hope for love and life. And I don’t hear my parents anymore. Thank you, thank you, and thank you!

Hmmmm…. Are they still alive, though? I opened my bedroom door a bit to take a peek, and both of them are sitting down on the sofa, my mom sobbing – what else is new? And my dad just looks defeated.

The next song played, and it was “What Kind Of Fool”.

 

There was a time when we were down and out

There was a place when we were starting over

We let the bough break

We let the heartache in

Who’s sorry now

There was a world when we were standing still

And for a moment we were separated

And then you found him

You let the stranger in

Who’s sorry now

Who’s sorry now

What, what kind of fool (what kind of fool)

Tears it apart (tears it apart)

Leaving me pain and sorrow

Losing you now

Wonderin’ why

Where will I be tomorrow

 

-What Kind Of Fool, Barbra Streisand

 

This song is so about my parents. Haha! I laugh at the situation. How else am I supposed to react? I don’t want to get depressed anymore. This is their problem and not mine. I can do this, and I won’t be affected by their disputes.

Maybe, I need to call an online therapist to get the help I need. She is a Barbra lover as well, and she would understand what I’m going through right now. Anger issues are not a concern for me anymore, all due thanks to my therapist who helped me.

We spoke for a few minutes, and she left me yet another Barbra Streisand song. Amidst the darkness in our household, it lifted me up.

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There’s a place for us,

Somewhere a place for us.

Peace and quiet and open air

Wait for us

Somewhere.

There’s a time for us,

Someday a time for us,

Time together with time to spare,

Time to learn, time to care,

Someday!

Somewhere.

We’ll find a new way of living,

We’ll find a way of forgiving

Somewhere . . .

There’s a place for us,

A time and place for us.

Hold my hand and we’re halfway there.

Hold my hand and I’ll take you there

Somehow,

Someday,

Somewhere!

 

-Somewhere, Barba Streisand

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