TAM-MY-MUSIC, MY-LIFE

"A melody is like seeing someone for the first time, the physical attraction, sex...but then, as you get to know the person, that's the lyrics, they're story, who they are underneath. It's the combination of the two that makes it magic" - Sophie

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

WHEN YOU THINK 'TIM MCGRAW' I HOPE YOU THINK OF ME


Tim McGraw
by Taylor Swift



This is probably one of my first favourites from the lists of all my favourite Taylor Swift's songs. First, let's clear a misunderstanding. This song is not about Tim McGraw. Second, it is not sung by Tim McGraw. And for those who are scratching their heads, clueless about who Tim McGraw is, well, he is a famous country music singer. Why is this song so special? Well, part of it describes a dream date.

When you think: Tim McGraw,
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long:
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness,
I hope you think: "That little black dress"
Think of my head on your chest,
An' my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think of me


Well of course instead of the lake, I'd really prefer dancing by the beach with that special someone to my favourite songs. And coincidentally, the song goes...when you think "Tim McGraw", as in this song, I hope you'll think of me because this is really my favourite song.



You said the way my blue eyes shined,
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said: "That's a lie"
Just a boy in a Chevy truck,
That had a tendency of gettin' stuck,
On backroads at night
An' I was right there beside him all summer long
An' then the time we woke up to find that summer'd gone


Just a boy in a Chevy truck - just a simple guy who screws up sometimes - I guess that is just a country guy that I like. I've always have a thing for country boys. I mean, I like their accent, I like their style and they are usually just simple, sweet guy-next-doors. I mean, I never liked cocky hunks...though they look good most the times. I prefer naughty boys with a nice heart. But then, we can never control who we fall for ya...


Just a country boy


In some ways I know how it feels to be close to someone you like for a few months and then have to leave. I guess I've also wrote stuff to my crush that HE'LL NEVER READ. But then I've never had the chance to be in a relationship with some special guy like Taylor, so this song really can't be applied to me. But if one day I have a chance to spend time with the guy I love, I'd definitely spend it by the beach, watching the stars and talk just about everything we love in the midst of the sounds of the shores and some great music...


Beach at night

Don't you think it is pathetic that I'm such a dreamer and is that boring? Can't help it...

You said the way my blue eyes shined,
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said: "That's a lie"
Just a boy in a Chevy truck,
That had a tendency of gettin' stuck,
On backroads at night
An' I was right there beside him all summer long
An' then the time we woke up to find that summer'd gone

But when you think: Tim McGraw,
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long:
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness,
I hope you think: "That little black dress"
Think of my head on your chest,
An' my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think of me

September saw a month of tears,
An' thankin' God that you weren't here,
To see me like that
But in a box beneath my bed,
Is a letter that you never read,
From three summers back
It's hard not to find it all a little bitter sweet,
An' lookin' back on all of that, it's nice to believe:

When you think: Tim McGraw,
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long:
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness,
I hope you think: "That little black dress"
Think of my head on your chest,
An' my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think of me

And I'm back for the first time since then:
I'm standin' on your street,
An' there's a letter left on your doorstep,
An' the first thing that you'll read:

Is: "When you think: Tim McGraw,
"I hope you think my favorite song"
Some day you'll turn your radio on,
I hope it takes you back to that place
When you think happiness,
I hope you think: "That little black dress"
Think of my head on your chest,
An' my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think of me
Oh, think of me,
Mmmm

You said the way my blue eyes shined,
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said: "That's a lie"


Check it out - no regrets...




Love,
TammyC














I'm gonna look at the STARS~




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