A year ago, I wrote a not-that-happy-happy-new-year song, and I think it still rings true, perhaps even more so as we survive and struggle and thrive and push forward into 2017.

Here’s to us, my melting snow banks and shining January 1st stars. I love you so.

 

To Us (Happy New Year)

Happy new year! I wrote this wee ditty yesterday with all the best wishes for a new year of mess and beauty. To us!

Posted by Christa Couture on Friday, January 1, 2016

Lyrics:

Oh, our human ways that we tally up the days
We fold the corner of the page to keep our spot
And then we act amazed to see a number change
Like it’s us that’s rearranged when it’s not

I’m not one to tell you, hon, “it’ll be alright”
Of course it might be, but here’s the rub: not tonight

So happy new year to choices, to losses, and divorces
To all the best intent that missed the mark
Happy new year to brilliance, to stillness, and to sickness
To that which didn’t kill us that made us hard

No I’m not one to tell you, hon, “we’re in the clear”
Of course we might be, but here’s the rub:
Probably not this year

So happy new year to resentment, to enjoyment, disappointment
To all the best laid plans we won’t pull off
Happy new year to the weary, to fury, and recovery
To that which doesn’t kill us that makes us soft

Yes, to that which doesn’t kill us that makes us soft

I’m not one to tell you, hon, “don’t give up”
But if you don’t you’ll get the joke that is yet to come

Happy new year
Happy new year
To us.

Where have I been the past two months? With you.

Here’s a little song I wrote in the backseat of the Mazda 5 as my seven week Canadian tour came to a close. A little song but a big thank you!

Lyrics:
On the highway in the USA
Radio still tuned to the CBC
Getting closer, closer to over
I’m moving into memories

I’ve seen that I can’t give you hope
But I can show you the ropes
I can’t make you understand
But I can give you a hand
You’re my alibi

When you hear me loud and clearly
On the wave of a microphone
I hope it helps you ’cause that helps me too
You and I could feel less alone

Though I can’t give you hope
I can show you the ropes
I can’t make you understand
But I’ll give you a hand
You’re my alibi