I have a friend. A sorta new friend, one I have mentioned here before. She is the latest bad influence (yeah right) in my life (okay: sanity saviour). The one I knew online and then went on a wild night out terrifying the locals. The one who is one of my imaginary friends. Okay, just so we are clear:
THIS ONE ->
THIS ONE ->
Yeah, the hot one on the right.
She has been having a rough time of late. Like many of us in the trenches of parenthood when things get tough, she is battling. And so this is for her. A little background for all you others still hanging in there on the boring, bland blog of Madmotherness...
On our first night out we discovered (amongst the many, many similarities in taste) a love of SALT. Yep, you read it right. That terrible distorter of taste, sodium chloride. The health destroyer, the bad, bad mineral, the much maligned:
SALT!
Of course, being the wit she is, my friend then coined the phrase: Salt Sista. Now, me being me, EVERY time I hear this song I think of her. With just a small change of terminology it works... So here, for your enjoyment, and hopefully to cheer up a good friend on a bad day, I give you:
~Train~"Hey Soul Sister"
Listen to it in the background and in true Madmother style substitute my re-worked lyrics.
Hey Salt Sista
Hey, hey hey
The wine’s last dregs left upon old upturned kegs
Headache is quite blinding, so seedy I am finding, knock me out
Life’s hard it seems, appears it is one terrible dream we scream
Our drinking style collided, and from that point decided we’d bond no doubt
Hey salt sista, more wine will make you pissda, we’ll get drunk, on sauvin blanc, all we need is lotsa plonk!
Hey salt sista, bring Sangria I’ll kiss ya, then we’ll drink to dawn...my friend
Hey, hey hey
Empathy, I'm glad you’ll drink in synchronicity with me
Dropped the online bitchin, ain’t bullshit we are pitchin, life can suck.
Yes we drink, saves what little sanity when reality stinks
We will get through, battle-scarred, world weary, and not always seeing clearly but intact
Hey salt sista, more wine will make you pissda, we’ll get drunk, on sauvin blanc, all we need is lotsa plonk!
Hey salt sista, bring Sangria I’ll kiss ya, then we’ll drink to dawn...my friend
The way you skate when drunk, facebook photos show your spunk and style
Photogenic in a funk, yes we are both giggling punk
One day, the boring bland all will have to say: the derby girls are out to play
We are right here to stay our way all day
Hey salt sista, more wine will make you pissda, we’ll get drunk, on sauvin blanc, all we need is lotsa plonk!
Hey salt sista, bring Sangria I’ll kiss ya, then we’ll drink to dawn...my friend
Hey salt sista, bring Sangria I’ll kiss ya, then we’ll drink to dawn... my friend
Hey, hey hey
My Friend.
Hey, hey hey
My Friend…
My friend, not one of my best, I am a little rusty, but I hope it brings a smile to your face. And next time, make sure the bloody song that reminds me of you is a little less *ahem* tricky to rewrite, okay? Just so we're clear.
