Down on Copperline.

Ok.... I hope you had a better Sunday than I did!  

I'm practically bed ridden after an 8 hr day of training in Boston which would have been fantastic despite my ridiculously terrible cold that came out of nowhere and knocked me over like a freight train two days ago. UGHHHHHH.  ;)  I'm okay and the training was great but really when you're that sick and desperately holding a cough in, sitting in an almost but not quite bearable chair in a semi-quiet conference room among 35 other people is absolute torture!!  ha.  Seriously. I hope you never have to hold in a vicious cough the way I did.... even after taking every cough syrup/soother/droplet/pill imaginable to make it subside. :p

 Consequently, after my eight hours pretending I wasn't super sick and failing miserably in the process, then an hour drive in the pouring rain home, I was admittedly feeling more than a bit beat up and defeated by my own body.  I hardly remember sitting down but definitely do know I was surrounded by steaming soup, a massive bag of cough drops, and nighttime (aka please knock me out immediately) Robitussin, when out of both nowhere (and somewhere close to heaven at the same time), from one of Pandora's lovely (at least one song saves me every day) brilliant stations, came James Taylor's voice wrapping its tone around me like a warm blanket combined with candy and cough syrup mixed with sweet childhood scenes. Some of the best memories of my youngest years  always seem to intertwine with James Taylor's soothing and nostalgic voice, as I spent many hours as a young girl with his songs floating somewhere in the background, as if they were painting the backdrop and ingraining themselves in some beautiful permanent way. 

 This song and meaning has a way of whisking you to a familiar place; back to days when the world was enormously limitless, along with playgrounds, big suburban neighborhoods and summer camp. "Copperline" represents the childhood memories in every one of us, whether or not we knew James Taylor's music as children. We carry it always, holding it close through days of triumph, days of defeat and everything in between.  Whether it be a song, a scent or a certain voice, something always somehow from somewhere takes us right back to where we started: to Copperline.

Close your eyes, listen to it, and may we all have a
 deep, restorative sleep tonight. <3

"Even the old folks never knew
Why they call it like they do
I was wondering since the age of two
Down on Copperline
Copper head, copper beech
Copper kettles sitting side by each
Copper coil, cup o'Georgia peach
Down on Copperline
Half a mile down to Morgan Creek
Leaning heavy on the end of the week
Hercules and a hog-nosed snake
Down on Copperline
We were down on Copperline

One Summer night on the Copperline
Slip away past supper time
Wood smoke and moonshine
Down on Copperline
One time I saw my daddy dance
Watched him moving like a man in a trance
He bought it back from the war in France
Down onto Copperline
Branch water and tomato wine
Creosote and turpentine
Sour mash and new moon shine
Down on Copperline
Down on Copperline

First kiss ever I took
Like a page from a romance book
The sky opened and the earth shook
Down on Copperline
Down on Copperline
Took a fall from a windy height
I only knew how to hold on tight
And pray for love enough to last all night
Down on Copperline
Day breaks and the boys wakes up
And the dog barks and the birds sings
And the sap rises and the angels sigh, yeah

I tried to go back, as if I could
All spec house and plywood
Tore up and tore up good
Down on Copperline
It doesn't come as a surprise to me
It never touched my memory
I'm lifting up and rising free
Down on over Copperline
Half a mile down to Morgan Creek
I'm only living for the end of the week
Hercules and a hog-nosed snake
Down on Copperline, yeah
Take me down on Copperline
Oh, down on Copperline
Take me down on Copperline"