Songs of Porcelain: “Que Sera Sera”

Hello, Everyone!

Every Monday, for a while, I will highlight songs that inspire my work in progress (WIP), Porcelain.

I believe that music and writing connect, and when one’s writing a fictional world, realistically one cannot deny music’s place. When I write, I listen to music. Not everyone can listen to music as they type and create, but I love escaping to the world I’m creating, and listening music gives me the creative sanctuary I crave.

Some songs offer tranquility. Some songs offer anger and rage. Some songs offer love. These aspects find themselves in my MC’s life and in the lives of those around her. I’ve songs for Kyra, my MC, and her villain, Dr. Bain Hunter. I have songs for her mother, Vivianne, an antagonist with her means of protecting her daughters. I even have songs for the loves of her life.

Enjoy this weekly post as I have enjoyed applying them to my WIP.


 

Lyrics:

When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich?
Here’s what she said to me:

Que Sera, Sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be

[Verse 2]
When I was young, I fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead
Will we have rainbows, day after day
Here’s what my sweetheart said:

Que Sera, Sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be

Now I have children of my own
They ask their mother, what will I be
Will I be handsome, will I be rich
I tell them tenderly

Que Sera, Sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be


I picked Sly and the Family Stone’s version over Doris Day’s because of the distorted, soulful take of what I imagined Vivienne Donoghue-Rees-Kingham-Speaks’ motherly advice to her daughter, Kyra.

The former’s certainly not Mother of the Century, but boy, her feisty’s classic. Born during Doris Day’s heyday, she’s seen it all. Alcoholic. Divorced twice (Once to a gay man). Widowed. Mother of a biracial daughter conceived during an affair (maybe). She’s the mother of all mothers.

Well, that’s it for this installment of Songs of Porcelain, my weekly spotlight on music influencing my work in progress, Porcelain. If you like to comment, feel free to do so below.

crafty2

 

Photo Credit: Spencer Imbrock

 

Posted by

Lover of Words. Mother. Teacher. Traveler. Writer. Bionic woman against ignorance. Finding the balance between words and reality. M.Ed. built to school you.