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Don’t ask me why but for some reason, when I was a very little girl, I would perform this song, complete with the German lyrics for anyone who would listen. Wherever three or more were gathered together, I would be in the midst of them hamming it up. I was missing my four front teeth at the time, so I suspect the comedic lisping was at least in part the reason I got so many requests to perform it. It could not have been my singing ability.
I don’t remember regaling the public with any other songs in my childhood, with the lone exception, on occasion, of Disney’s “We Are Siamese, if You Please,” performed, to thunderous applause, as a choreographed duet with my sister.
Family is so important.
I thought of that when I read David’s blog posted yesterday.
“So I was able to go home for a couple of days, and I got to spend time with my family!…. family is such a great thing to have, and to have them supporting you and just being there to lift each other up makes a big difference. Having family or friends who are basically family there to do that for you is a huge blessing.
Song for the day: I Am Not A Robot – Marina and the Diamonds
This is probably my favorite song right now.”
You’ve been acting awful tough lately
Smoking a lot of cigarettes lately
But inside, you’re just a little baby
It’s okay to say you’ve got a weak spot
You don’t always have to be on top
Better to be hated than love, love, loved for what you’re not
You’re vulnerable, you’re vulnerable
You are not a robot
You’re lovable, so lovable
But you’re just troubled
Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot
Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot
You’ve been hanging with the unloved kids
Who you never really liked and you never trusted
But you are so magnetic, you pick up all the pins
Never committing to anything
You don’t pick up the phone when it ring, ring, rings
Don’t be so pathetic, just open up and sing
I’m vulnerable, I’m vulnerable
I am not a robot
You’re lovable, so lovable
But you’re just troubled
Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot
Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot
Can you teach me how to feel real?
Can you turn my power on?
Well, let the drum beat drop
Guess what? I’m not a robot
Is this Davidspeak for what he has been through this week? I don’t know. I don’t presume to know David or what he’s thinking but I suspect this has been a difficult week for him. He does not have a wooden heart, nor is he a robot. There is a price for fame and he is learning that goodness, virtue and truth are meaningless attributes to the jaded, hardened hearts of some in the media. If anything, these very attributes are the problem many have with him.
Bebe posted this late last night on the previous thread.
“David brings us so much joy each and every day with his voice, his smile, his humility and his good nature.”
With great blessings come great responsibilities. We who are blessed with the joy of this magnificent obsession, have often asked ourselves, why? Why me?
Ponder for a moment how much David has already done for so many within the sound of his voice. How many have felt their souls renewed, comforted, and uplifted. Barring any obstacles to his continued success, how many more he will affect in the same manner in the years to come, whether with his voice, his spirit, or his numerous charities. I am not speaking messianically, I am simply stating fact. Some people may think they’re God’s gift to this world but David is in reality, just that. If this is true, what implications does this hold for his fans? In his own words, posted as the featured quote on the left sidebar, “Sometimes I feel like I don’t have the knowledge to be in this position. I don’t know if I deserve this. But God has different plans for me, and I trust Him.”
In many ways, every day I live with this ODD, I feel the same.
