Photographs and Kerosene... Or Music

Who can tell me where I found this lyric?

Photographs and kerosene light up my darkness
Light it up, light it up

If I were a more outgoing type of blogger, I'd offer the first one who guesses some EntreCard credits or some other exciting prize... but I'm not, so your prize will be the pride of being the first commenter with the right answer.

We have our winner! It was Mary, who remembered Rod Stewart's "Rhythm of My Heart." The rest of the lyrics appear below:

Across the street the river runs.
Down in the guter life is slipping away.
Let me still exist in another place,
Running down under cover
Of a helicopter blade.

The flames are getting higher
In effigy.
Burning down the bridges of my memory.
Love may still alive
somewhere someday
where they're downing only deer
a hundred steel towns away.

Oh, rhythm of my heart
is beating like a drum
with the words "I Love you"
rolling off my tongue.
No never will I roam,
for I know my place is home.
Where the ocean meets the sky,
I'll be sailing.

Photographs and kerosene
light up my darkness,
light it up,
light it up.
I can still feel the touch
of your thin blue jeans.
Running down the alley,
I've got my eyes all over you, baby.
Oh, baby.

Oh, the rhythm of my heart
is beating like a drum
with the words "I Love you"
rolling off my tongue.
No never will I roam,
for I know my place is home.
Where the ocean meets the sky,
I'll be sailing.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, I've got lightning in my veins,
shifting like the handle
of a slot machine.
Love may still exist
in another place.
I'm just yanking back the handle,
no expression on my face.

Oh, the rhythm of my heart
is beating like a drum
with the words "I Love you"
rolling off my tongue.
No never will I roam,
for I know my place is home.
Where the ocean meets the sky,
I'll be sailing.

Oh, the rhythm of my heart
is beating like a drum
with the words "I Love you"
rolling off my tongue.
No never will I roam,
for I know my place is home.
Where the ocean meets the sky,
I'll be sailing.

The rhythm of my heart
is beating like a drum
with the words "I Love you" rolling off my tongue.
No never will I roam,
for I know my place is home.
Where the ocean meets the sky,
I'll be sailing

We're down at our beach house in Bay Head, New Jersey, and I've been getting through some paperwork and uploading the last four months of photos (almost 2,000 shots) to London and Maddie's iMac: Maddie's first grade class trip to the Bronx Zoo, London's second grade class fossil hunt, a farewell party at Ralston Playground for London's teacher, painting flags with Kate Leigh Cutler on Memorial Day Weekend, the girls' Garden State Ballet recital, our annual Roxiticus Sunset Party, playing in the ocean on our Fourth of July vacation week, the Big Show for Annie's Playhouse at the end of summer camp, cotton candy at the 4-H Fair, Hurricane Bill's big surf this past weeken on Mount Street Beach in Bay Head, NJ...

Whenever I put music to an iPhoto slide show, like kerosene, the music lights it up... it both brings the pictures to life and takes me back to the experience with that weepy feeling of nostalgia... today I started Maddie's Bronx Zoo trip with "We Go Together" (from Grease) and "Let's Stay Together" by Al Green, mixed in some Air Supply ("Lost in Love"), Alan Jackson's "Remember When," Abba's "Knowing Me, Knowing You," and "Breathe (2AM)" by Anna Nalick. Unlike kerosene, the music leaves those photographs and memories intact to take me back another time.

"Remember when thirty seemed so old
Now lookn' back it's just a steppin' stone
To where we are,
Where we've been
Said we'd do it all again
Remember when
Remember when we said when we turned gray
When the children grow up and move away
We won't be sad, we'll be glad
For all the life we've had
And we'll remember when"