fight for this love

You know how they say, WWJD? What would Jesus do? Well, I wonder...WWJLT? What would Jesus listen to? Prayers, I imagine...and the Gregorian chant. Ahehehe.

But WWCLT? What would Cory listen to?

Well, I actually listen to the same kind of songs, usually by the same artists that I like, and I'm almost quite unabashedly pop, and the songs sometimes tend to vary at times, for a little more color or flavor, but kind of usually, they're pretty much the same old songs or the same old artists.

But many nights, when I've needed a pick-me-up, I'd hit on 'Party in the USA' by Miley Cyrus. Why? Because it's upbeat, and it talks about a girl who doesn't quite fit in but then she hears this song and then the butterflies fly away and before long, she's 'nodding her head like yeah, moving her hips like yeah...' (ahihihi) And then she realizes, 'it's a party in the USA!' It always appeals to my more upbeat side. Never fails. ^_^ Plus, the beat is glorious!

A song hardly ever becomes more than just that, and it doesn't solve your problems like magic but it provides an uplift anyway...and it doesn't hurt to smile. Or to be reminded of some values you find within you, or some good stuff in life. Positive lyrics can't hurt, can it? And speaking of positive lyrics, here's a song that's got me thinking some:

Anything that's worth having
Sure enough worth fighting for
Quitting's out of the question
When it gets tough gotta fight some more...

Well, it can't hurt to sing to that, right? Hey, it might not solve the problems of the world, but it bears thinking, right?

We gotta fight, fight, fight, fight, fight for this love!
We gotta fight, fight, fight, fight, fight for this love!
We gotta fight, fight, fight, fight, fight for this love!
If it's worth having, it's worth fighting for!

What a declaration. :)
WWCLT?
What would Cory listen to?

Maybe we can tackle that question next time. :)

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