Song Lyrics Sunday: “Friends Are Like Music*”

Friendship on Canvass

I thought a lot about what to propose as a Song Lyrics Sunday contribution.

Then, as often happens, a line from a song buzzed through my head. Given the circumstances, it’s a song about what is true, and what I wish was. This Rita Coolidge version I hadn’t heard before today. Not the best recording, but her amazing voice still shines through.“So drink up/I’m a homesick old sailor/Who longs for the sound of my own front door.”

Friends are like music

Sometimes they’re sad

Sometimes they’re lonely

And need to be told that they’re loved

Everyone needs to be loved

Friends are like good wine

And I’ve had the best

I don’t always show it

But no one knows better than I

So drink up

I’m a homesick old sailor

Who longs for the sound of my own front door

Tell me your stories

I’ll teach you my songs

Isn’t that what friends are for?

Isn’t that what friends are for”

Friends are like warm clothes

In the night air

Best when they’re old

And we miss them the most when they’re gone

Miss them the most when they’re gone

Your friends love your good side

and live with your bad

But they want you and need you

When no one else knows your alive

So drink up

I’m a homesick old sailor

Who longs for the sound of my own front door

Tell me your stories

I’ll teach you my songs

And we’ll have one more

Isn’t that what friends are for?

Isn’t that what friends are for?

So drink up

I’m a homesick old sailor

Who longs for the sound of my own front door

Tell me your stories

I’ll teach you my songs

And we’ll have one more

So drink up

I’m a homesick old sailor

Who longs for the sound of my own front door

Tell me your stories

and I’ll sing you all my songs

And we’ll have one more

Isn’t that what friends are for?

Isn’t that what friends are for?

composer: Paul Williams

*There is another “That’s What Friends are For” written by Carol King.

 

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Helen wrote of her song by the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, “Fishin’ in the Dark”: There’s times we could all move a little slower and just take it all in.  I think that’s why this song is still so amazing.  Feel free to post a song about slowing down and enjoying life.

This song is about friendship. The good, special friendships are about “slowing down and enjoying life.”

friends are like music, warm coats, old wine

Lyric I

The chorus of this song is one of my “earworms,” and has been bouncing around a lot lately (there must be more empty space that usual, lol!).

The voice in my head is a woman’s but I had a hard enough time finding the right “that’s what friends are for” – guess you can’t copyright a song title. So, I found a BJ Thomas version I, unsuccessfully to embed! As Bill the Cat says, “Aaacchh!”

 

And, just in case this doesn’t work, what follows are the lyrics for the song. I’m not a big BJ Thomas fan, but the lyrics wrap around me like that warm coat on a winter’s night:

Friends are like music

Sometimes they’re sad

Sometimes they’re lonely

And need to be told that they’re loved

Everyone needs to be loved

Friends are like good wine

And I’ve had the best

I don’t always show it

But no one knows better than I

So drink up

I’m a homesick old sailor

Who longs for the sound of my own front door

Tell me your stories

I’ll teach you my songs

Isn’t that what friends are for?

Isn’t that what friends are for”

Friends are like warm clothes

In the night air

Best when they’re old

And we miss them the most when they’re gone

Miss them the most when they’re gone

Your friends love your good side

and live with your bad

But they want you and need you

When no one else knows your alive

So drink up

I’m a homesick old sailor

Who longs for the sound of my own front door

Tell me your stories

I’ll teach you my songs

And we’ll have one more

Isn’t that what friends are for?

Isn’t that what friends are for?

So drink up

I’m a homesick old sailor

Who longs for the sound of my own front door

Tell me your stories

I’ll teach you my songs

And we’ll have one more

So drink up

I’m a homesick old sailor

Who longs for the sound of my own front door

Tell me your stories

and I’ll sing you all my songs

And we’ll have one more

Isn’t that what friends are for?

Isn’t that what friends are for?