Congratulations to the Dixie Chicks for their five Grammy Awards. ‘Not Ready to Make Nice’ is a really good song but it’s funny how the meaning gets lost on some people. I would think the lyrics might give away the fact that this isn’t just some break-up song (link here if you want to sing along):
I made by bed, and I sleep like a baby,
With no regrets and I don't mind saying,
It's a sad sad story
That a mother will teach her daughter
that she ought to hate a perfect stranger.
And how in the world
Can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge
That they'd write me a letter
Saying that I better shut up and sing
Or my life will be over
With no regrets and I don't mind saying,
It's a sad sad story
That a mother will teach her daughter
that she ought to hate a perfect stranger.
And how in the world
Can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge
That they'd write me a letter
Saying that I better shut up and sing
Or my life will be over
I’m proud of them for having the courage to stick it out until most of the rest of the country came to its senses.
2 comments:
I pity the man fool enough to mess with the Dixie Chicks:)
JP
I thought I heard one of them give a Nelson-like "Ha-ha!" after receiving one of their awards. Was that toward the current administration?
It's too bad I had to work last night. That would have been a fun liveblog.
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