Sparks Fly, Growth of a Song

Today's post is about the growth of a song. Now I'm no musician, but this is one song I've seen grow. Taylor Swift wrote this song many years ago, way back in 2007, when she was 17. At the time it was one of her biggest unreleased songs. Taylor has many songs that she's written and performed that haven't been released onto an actual CD(my ultimate favorite being I'd Lie, which is also one of the few songs that you can find in a decent download) and Sparks Fly was one of her fan favorites since it was released.

When she announced last summer that Sparks Fly would be included on her next CD everyone was ecstatic! I hadn't heard the song before the CD came out, at least not a good copy, so when I heard Sparks Fly for the first time I fell in love! Sparks Fly is one of my favorite Taylor Swift songs, and my favorite overall off of her Speak Now CD. I didn't learn until I Googled the lyrics that she had changed the song. There are many changes from the early original version and the new studio version. The chorus is still the same, but the rest of the song has been changed.

The stories are almost the same, Taylor tells the story of a girl who falls in love with a boy, but she knows that this boy just isn't right for her and she's not suppose to feel this way about him. Still she is absolutely drawn to this boy, and she wants him, badly.

The main difference in these openings is that in the original the girl falls in love as soon as he says her name. Just his presence intoxicates her. In the studio version the girl is in a love with a boy and she knows she shouldn't be and this could be for any reason, from him being different from her usual type, or being a bad boy, or any other kind of reason. She knows that she shouldn't feel this way, yet she still can't shake the feeling of being drawn to him. Here's is the opening of the song. I've marked the original and studio versions.

Original Version

The way you move is like a full on rainstorm

And I'm a house of cards

You say my name for the first time, baby, and I

Fall in love in an empty bar

And you stood there in front of me just

Close enough to touch

Close enough to hope you couldn't see

What I was thinking of

Studio Version

The way you move is like a full on rainstorm

And I'm a house of cards

You're the kind of reckless that should

Send me running but

I kinda know that I won't get far

And you stood there in front of me just

Close enough to touch

Close enough to hope you couldn't see

What I was thinking of

The chorus is the romance book and typical girl dream of a boy just dropping everything and coming at the climatic moment when the rain is pouring down and not caring about the rain as he takes her in his arms and kisses her. That one kiss takes away all the pain of longing for him and waiting for him. The sparks fly is a common expression that fits this song well. There is chemistry between them and though they fight it, the sparks still fly between them. The last part of the chorus is her wanting him to leave her with a memory, a good one that she can hang onto when she longs for him and he is no longer there.

Chorus

Drop everything now

Meet me in the pouring rain

Kiss me on the sidewalk

Take away the pain

'Cause I see, sparks fly

Whenever you smile

Get me with those green eyes, baby

As the lights go down

Something that'll haunt me when you're not around

'Cause I see, sparks fly

Whenever you smile

After the chorus the versions change again. In the original, the girl is wide eyed and young. When the guy asks her to dance she's head over heels. Her hormones and emotions over take her, as does his presence. She wants him so badly, and she could wait for him, but she's dying to have him then.

In the studio version her mind is telling her that wanting him is bad, but a single touch blows her mind and all her sense too. This song is PG 13 at this part, and I'm assuming by what it implies things go far. But it could still be PG and just be referring to kissing. The girl also talks about being on guard with the world, but this guy gets behind her defenses, even if she tries not to let him.

Original Version

So reach out open handed

And lead me out to that floor

Well, I don't need more paper lanterns

Take me down, baby bring on the movie star

'Cause my heart is beating fast

And you are beautiful I could wait patiently

But I really wish you would

Studio Version

My mind forgets to remind me

You're a bad idea

You touch me once and it's really something

You find I'm even better than

You imagined I would be

I'm on my guard for the rest of the world, but with you

I know it's no good

And I could wait patiently

But I really wish you would

There is another round of the chorus after this part.

In the original version she wants him to give in to how much she wants him and how good they could be, even if it's just for one night. When he does, he takes her away and the reference to whispering soft and slow is a girl's dream of being wooed. She wants to hate how good he makes her feel, but he makes it so impossible. The feelings he makes her feel are comparable to fireworks.

In the studio version the girl still has the same feeling of want and trying to get him to feel the way she does. Their eyes are locked at the tension is building between them. Even though in her mind she knows it's wrong to want him so badly and to be with him, it still feels so right at the same time. He leads her up the staircase and it's every girl's dream of being swept away to a special place. He woos her and the way he wants her feels like a firework show. That burst of emotions that grow and grow.

Original Version

I run my fingers through your hair

And watch the lights go out

Just keep your beautiful eyes on me

Gonna strike this match tonight

Lead me up the staircase

Won't you whisper soft and slow

I'd love to hate it

But you make it like a fireworks show

Studio Version

I'll run my fingers through your hair

And watch the lights go wild

Just keep on keeping you eyes on me

It's just wrong enough to make it feel right

And lead me up the staircase

Won't you whisper soft and slow

I'm captivated by you baby like a firework show

The song ends with another round of the chorus.

My thoughts on this song are easy. 1). I love Taylor Swift 2). Sparks Fly is catchy and relatable. 3). It's a really well written song. 4). What's not to love?
Well I'll leave y'all with the videos to these songs. Have fun and enjoy!

Studio Version

Original Version

Identity Crisis

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."~William Shakespeare

This quote really makes you wonder how names truly affect a person. Can you imagine a man named Archibald Alexander Leach named the second Greatest Actor of All Time? Well he was, but people know him better as Cary Grant, who was on movie screens for almost 30 years. What about a girl named Frances Ethel Gumm? Can you imagine her as a young girl who wears ruby red slippers and clicks her heels three times while she says "There's no place like home?". Well she was, but we know her as Judy Garland, who played a little girl named Dorothy, and who had an amazing singing voice.

Names really can make a person, which is why most people in Hollywood change their name in some form. Even Miley Cyrus changed her name. She was born Destiny Hope Cyrus, but in 2008 she changed her name to Miley Ray Cyrus. Since the world knew her as Miley it wasn't really much of a change, just more of a formality. But either way it is a common practice to change or name, or to go by a name different than your birth name.

Many of us go by middle names, our last names, or nicknames. That's what this post is about really, going by a different name and how it can affect you.

I was born Elaine Savannah Beller-Obi. 23 letters, a hyphen, and I constantly have to spell my last name whether I go by Obi or Beller-Obi. My middle name alone is one of the most popular baby names of the past two decades. In 1992 it was ranked at #142, by 1993 it was #96 and then in 1994 it was at #82. I know the Savannahs, all who are close to my age. I'm glad I didn't choose to go by my middle name, I wouldn't be unique. Which is the one thing I pride myself on, having a unique name. I mean my last name is Obi, like Obi-Wan Kenobi. Stars Wars is one of the greatest Sci-Fi series ever, and it is a cult classic. I get the joy of saying "My last name is Obi, like Star Wars." People respond well to that.

My first name is Elaine, and it wasn't until I was 11 or 12 that I actually started responding to that. I had been Laney practically since I was born. My mom choose Laney(even though I don't have a Y anywhere in my name, so why I'm not Lanie or Lainie I'll never know) because she didn't want me to be called Ellie. So since then I've been Laney. During my early school years a few people called me Elaine, and I honestly didn't realize that was my name. Honestly a 6 year old barely hears when you call them, so try calling them by a name they don't go by, the results show you'll never get their attention.

My mom explained to my first grade teacher that I wasn't ignoring her, I just didn't recognize that when she called Elaine she was referring to me. My first grade teacher and my P.E. teacher were the only ones to call me Elaine. I noticed as I got older that all P.E. teachers or coaches call me Elaine. Who knows why, but it's a random fact.

Whenever I introduced myself to anyone I was Laney, at least until about two or three years ago. When I started figure skating my mom had this sudden idea that she should fill out all my forms with my proper name and not the name I actually went by. That started the beginning of my identity crisis. *cues dramatic music*

Okay, it's not that dramatic, but still. At the rink I'm Elaine, and that's where it started. My close friends called me Laney, but some of the parents or other skaters called me Elaine. Talk about confusing. Am I Laney or Elaine?

Since I was Elaine at the rink it was too late to change to Laney, by then all the coaches knew me as Elaine, and so that's what everyone called me. I have a funny story regarding my names and the rink. One year, I think it was 2009, we had a program practice at the rink before a big competition. My mom had just explained to Ms. Stacey a few days earlier that most people called me Laney, not Elaine and she was one of the few who called me Elaine. Anyways I was waiting to do my program and I thought I had enough time to run and grab something, well Ms. Stacey was calling the skaters and she called "Laney". I didn't here my name until she said "Elaine!" and I realize "Oh, crap, she means me!". Embarrassing, but funny. Okay well maybe you didn't laugh, but whatever.

I started my job in the rink in August of 2009. I'm Elaine there, to everyone, not Laney. Lauren works at the rink with me now and she calls me Laney. People get confused because nobody calls me Laney except her, so they have no idea who she's talking about.

I didn't take easily to the name Elaine. Honestly I hated it. It wasn't my name. It was the name on my birth certificate. That was it. I did go through this random phase(It lasted for a week. I was 15, so it was a dark period in my life) where I was Elaine. Elaine was in nice terms a really witch. I used the name Elaine to be someone else, someone who didn't care and didn't feel. Like I said it lasted for a week. Then I was back to Laney. But Wes decided he preferred calling me Elaine, even though I absoultely hated being called that. It became our routine, which sounds like an Abbott and Costello skit.

"Hey Elaine."

"Don't call me Elaine."

"Why not Elaine?"

"You know why not. I hate being called Elaine."

"I know, that's why I do it."

"Well stop!"

It really went on like this for almost a year, until finally I gave up and let him call me Elaine. Only one of my close friends who gets away with it. Then again he said Laney sounds like a name for a dog(I ignored that comment, though had he been here I would've decked him for it) or a name for a little kid. That made me think. Laney is more of a little girl name, but that's my thing. I'd rather act like a little kid and love Winnie the Pooh, Scooby Doo, Disney Channel and Nick, than act grown up. I mean I still act my age, but I hold onto my childhood. Actually I really act more like a 10 year old now that I did at 10.

But here's where I've run into my identity crisis. I used to be uncomfortable being Elaine, now it's almost normal to be Elaine. I'm not two separate people either; Laney isn't a little girl and Elaine isn't a grown up. I don't have to act one way when I'm using my names, I'm still the same person. True, when I'm Elaine I'm usually at work so I'm more focused and grown up and when I'm Laney I'm usually at home or with my friends so acting like a little kid or being crazy is fine. I guess it's situational or environmental. Like the new psychology terms I've learned this week?

I started college this week and my ENG 101 teacher called role and asked if we preferred to go by another name just say so when she called out names. I didn't tell her to call me Laney instead of Elaine. I had the chance, but I didn't do it. That was almost a wakeup call to me. My mom says that Laney was meant for family and friends anyways, and I guess she's right. But when I think about it, only a few people call me Laney anymore.

A part of me is scared to lose my name. It's like I'll get older and enter the workforce either as a teacher, lawyer or writer or something. But whatever I choose I'll be Elaine, not Laney. Elaine is grown up, classy, smart. Laney is innocent, playful and childish. I guess I'm worried that I'll grown up and lose a small part of me. I know that I'll always have people call me Laney, but still the number of people grows smaller and smaller as I get older. Who am I gonna me to my kids friends? Ms. Laney or Ms. Elaine? Am I gonna be Aunt Elaine or Aunt Laney. What about Grandma Elaine or Grandma Laney(I might be Lala, lol my Gaga's name was Gail, so she was Gaga to me). Still it makes you think about how much your name shapes you, and your future.

I'm probably the only person who analyzes a name. But then again I love names, I always have. I own six different baby name books(oh the awkwardness of trying to buy a baby name book or check one out from the library. You get really weird looks. Especially when you're a teenager. But anyways, it's time to end this post. After I've reached 1500 words it's time to call it a day.

Who Am I Going To Be?

I started college this year, and I'm a year early. I'm still doing high school class, so I guess technically I'm not a true college student, but whatever. I get up early, sit through lectures, walk across campus and get lost like everyone else. For a while I've been pondering what I want to do with my life. Such an easy question, right? No. Most definitely not.

For me the problem is my need to be good at many things. I've always thought of myself as a chameleon. I change with my surroundings. Through this ability I've always been able to make friends with pretty much anybody, or at least hold a decent conversation. It's a true gift, but it's also turning out to be a curse. My main loves in life are writing, history, law, and talking. I like to be the boss and be in charge, but I also like to work on my own. I can talk for days and days on things I love, but I also love to write.

I've narrowed my career choices down to these few things(not a small list)

1. Lawyer or Paralegal
2. Writer (Screenwriter, Author, Journalist)
3. Reporter (Television or Print)
4. Producer
5. Teacher (Elementary)
6. Public Relations

All of these focus on writing, law or talking in some way. Yet, I can't decide which one to focus on. I know I would be good at any of these and enjoy them, but I don't know which one is where I fit in the best. That's hindering my figuring out my college major. I don't have to declare a major until June when I graduate high school, but I don't see me being really any closer to a decision in June. I guess I'm waiting for God to put a big sign that says in flashing neon lights "THIS IS YOUR PATH! FOLLOW IT!".

I'm pretty sure God doesn't send out those kind of messages, though if he did life would be so much easier. So for now I'm still trying to decide where I fit in. I really ought to Google my perfect career, it couldn't hurt. Or maybe I'll put out a want ad for my perfect career. It'd look something like this...

Seeking Career

Must have these qualities in some form

1. Socialization on a regular basis.
2. Writing of documents of an important nature
3. Serves a purpose, or changes the community and/or world
4. Leadership roles and team abilities
5. Something to be passionate about
6. Pays well
   
   

It might be awhile before I figure out what my perfect job is, and I might be one of those people who goes through many types of jobs in search for my niche, and I'm okay with that. Hell, I'd be a Writer/Lawyer/Teacher/President of the United States (I will be President. Look for me to be running sometime after 2030).

Well, while I continue to ponder who I am, I hope all of your have either found yourselves or are close.

"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams." ~ Eleanor Roosevelt