I sing out loud in my car

I know I know! Almost everyone does this so who cares. Well…this is a little more specific then the title leads you to believe. Like most people, I sing out loud in my car, however, I have a tendency to rock out to certain songs more then others. Define “rock out”? Let’s just say I can’t believe I haven’t wrecked my car yet. I mean I have wrecked my car, but not from rocking out…not yet anyway.

A perfect example of this situation and a song I always rock out to:
– Yesterday on the drive home from work
The song:
– Like a Prayer; by Madonna.

Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone
I hear you call my name, and it feels like…

When you call my name it’s like a little prayer
Down on my knees I want to take you there
In the midnight hour I can feel your power
Just like a prayer, you know I’ll take you there

I hear your voice, it’s like an angel sighing
I have no choice I hear your voice
Feels like fire

I close my eyes, oh god I think I’m falling
Out of the sky, I close my eyes
Heaven help me

When you call my name it’s like a little prayer
Down on my knees I want to take you there
In the midnight hour I can feel your power
Just like a prayer, you know I’ll take you there

Like a child, you whisper softly to me
You’re in control just like a dream
Now I’m chasing

It’s like a dream, no ending no beginning
You’re here with me, it’s like a dream

When you call my name it’s like a little prayer
Down on my knees I want to take you there
In the midnight hour I can feel your power
Just like a prayer, you know I’ll take you there
When you call my name it’s like a little prayer
Down on my knees I want to take you there
In the midnight hour I can feel your power
Just like a prayer, you know I’ll take you there

Just like a prayer, your voice can take me there
Just like it used to be, you are a mystery
Just like a dream, you don’t know what you see
Just like a prayer your voice can take me there

Just like a prayer, I’ll take you there
It’s like a dream to me
Just like a prayer, I’ll take you there
It’s like a dream to me

Now this song can be the original or the club remix…it doesn’t matter. Every time this song comes on I crank the radio, clap my hands and sing my a$$ off. I love that song and I love the part with the mini-pause, then Madonna says “Let the choir sing!” There are times I am shaking my head and swaying from side to side so much you would think I was carrying an entire Baptist church choir in my backseat.

That’s my confession.

I don’t know about your local radio stations, but here they have a thing called “Confession Wednesdays”. This will now become a regular feature of The Babbling Dweeb.
– bd