Song Lyric Sunday

Good morning one and all, I hope that life is treating you well :O) Another week has flown by and it’s time once again for Song Lyric Sunday which is brought to us by the endlessly creative Jim Adams. If you’ve never played along why not give it a try this week, it’s a fantastic way of discovering new music and meeting new bloggers

Good morning one and all, I hope that life is treating you well :O) Another week has flown by and it’s time once again for Song Lyric Sunday which is brought to us by the endlessly creative Jim Adams. If you’ve never played along why not give it a try this week, it’s a fantastic way of discovering new music and meeting new bloggers. If you’re feeling inspired this weeks theme is zodiac animals (Rat/Ox/Tiger/Rabbit/Dragon/Snake/Horse/Sheep/Monkey/ Rooster/Dog/Pig) and these are the rules:

  • Post the lyrics to the song of your choice, whether it fits the theme or not.
  • Please try to include the songwriter(s) – it’s a good idea to give credit where credit is due.
  • Make sure you also credit the singer/band and if you desire you can provide a link to where you found the lyrics.
  • Link to the YouTube video, or pull it into your post so others can listen to the song.
  • Ping back to this post will eventually work, as long as you are being patient, but you can also place your link in the comments if you don’t like to wait.
  • Read at least one other person’s blog, so we can all share new and fantastic music and create amazing new blogging friends in the process.
  • Feel free to suggest future prompts.
  • Have fun and enjoy the music.

 

Once there was a gardener
Whose horse became a dream
It then became a nightmare
And nothing was redeemed
His heart was overshadowed
It yielded to the pain
Of lost and broken memories
Of love he’d spent in vain
There within the labyrinth
He bathed in vapours green
He poured his very essence
Into pools that can’t be seen
He fell into the precipice
By choice he entered through
Dark waters yet unspoken
Of a loss he could not bear to be true
His fate lay among the flowers
Of the desert morning stars
Uncharted lands and faithful hands
Beckon from afar
In time his eyes will open
And he will begin to see
The beauty of his innocence
Free from memory
His horse that was a nightmare
Will be a promise seen
No longer there a prisoner
He’ll realise his dream
And souls will join and be reborn
In the Eden of his heart
He’ll bring forth a light of unity
From which he will not part
Loving eyes will no longer
Pour acid on his soul
For forged within integrity
His horse becomes a foal
And there begins his reckoning
A freedom from the past
The pain in vain will dissipate
And peace will come to pass
Songwriters: Lisa Gerrard / James Orr
This, for me, is  a poem set to music and it’s one of the most poignant that I’ve ever read. Lisa Gerrard who has the most incredible singing voice actually speaks these words and they are almost hypnotic. They tell the tale of a man who loses his love and sinks into a deep depression as he struggles to cope with the loss ‘he couldn’t bear to be true’ but then they speak of his journey back to a place of hope where he can be free from the pain of his past memories.
I discovered this track when I was in therapy after the death of my husband. The therapist had worked with analogies and some hypnosis and my ‘peaceful place’ was always a river that I would arrive at via a winding path, through a wood, and with me (my emotional protection) was always a palomino horse. So, you can imagine, the lyrics had enormous significance for me and I had to share them with my therapist. As she read them, she started to cry which came as something of a surprise to me but, I later discovered that she too had lost someone very close to her. For me, this short, spoken song sums up the journey through grief; five years on, I have found peace and this song no longer makes me cry but, even now, it comes close.
I hope that you love it as much as I do.
Lisa x

The Meaning of Life (Part 6)

“What in the name of Zeus and all his minions are you eating now?”

“Eanun utta uffn” The unintelligible sounds were the product of a tongue temporarily jammed to the roof of a mouth. A few seconds later there was a noise like a large plunger being forcibly pulled from a drain and some concentrated chewing.

“What in the name of Zeus and all his minions are you eating now?”

“Eanun utta uffn” The unintelligible sounds were the product of a tongue temporarily jammed to the roof of a mouth. A few seconds later there was a noise like a large plunger being forcibly pulled from a drain and some concentrated chewing.

“A peanut butter muffin, I’ve been experimenting” The face contorted with the effort of a tongue not quite long or fine enough trying to remove the last vestiges of muffin from between the teeth.

“Diet going well then!?” Although stated clearly, the speaker tried to cover his words with the shuffling of paper; this was a touchy subject.

“I am glorious in my perfection” He rose to his full height and gathered his flowing robes around his ample frame.

“Only since I let the robes out…….mutter…….podgy…..mutter”

“Hmmph, you’re one to talk, I notice we’re short on chocolate hobnobs again and I haven’t been eating them..hang on a minute have you seen this audit report?”

roman-empire-dessert.jpg“I am not giving up my morning hobnob just because you’ve decided to take up baking! Anyway, have you seen the creatures in the factory these days? Half of them have their bellies hanging somewhere around their knees and your Roman Empire dessert is a least partway responsible you know…….what audit report?”

“Ahhh those were the days” said with fond reminiscence “All those sins at one time; I love it when we’re busy don’t you?”

“Talk about rose coloured glasses! What bloody audit report?” There were definite notes of impatience in his tone

“This one. The latest furry creatures audit” Unfortunately waving a piece of paper within 2 centimetres of someone’s nose does little to aid their ability to actually read it.

“Give that here”

“Don’t snatch!”

This could have degenerated into a hair pulling, air slapping kind of argument had the numbers on the offending piece of paper come into clear focus.

“What the f….?”

“Yes, precisely. What has been going on down there? Who’s in charge of the furry ones because whoever it is they’ve got some explaining to do!” There was no doubt that there would be little time for explaining in between all the noisy berating.

“It’s old Bob but you pulled him off the furry ones so he could help out with the fishy ones after the creatures decided that the water we provided was no good unless it was encased in plastic, remember?”

“Bugger! Yes, I remember now. Get him up here and tell him it’s an emergency, there’s hardly any of the stripey ones left and they’re my favourites, I loved that design”

“I still prefer the tartan but you never like any of my ideas” He received the kind of glare that could melt tarmac and started backing out of the room in a hurry but then something caught his eye

“Boss, what are you doing exactly, that’s my new bum design, I’m calling it the Brazen Buttock” He’d been keeping up with fashion, unlike his boss, and knew that, when it came to bums, bigger was definitely better.

“I’m painting a few” He did indeed have a paintbrush in hand and was drawing an outline, the tip of his tongue poking between his teeth as he concentrated on keeping his hand steady.

“Why and why only a few? I thought we could put that design into full production next week” This said with the kind of disgruntled irritation of an employee who feels that his talents are rarely fully recognised.

“I’m sending a message; I don’t think we’ll need more than 10,000 or so”

“10,000? That’s nothing! I might as well not have bothered!” He could barely stop a tear from falling

“Oh don’t sulk, these buttocks will be very, very special but just not for everyone that’s all” He was not actually an unkind boss and this was said with an encouraging smile. “I’m only going to use them for the creatures that think killing the furry ones is some sort of entertainment or a way to make that honey they all seem so keen on”

“Honey??…Do you mean money?”

“Yep that’s the kiddie. There I’ve finished, what do you think?” He held the buttocks before him proudly. Painted on them were 3 red rings with a red circle in the middle.

Ok, I get it, it’s a target but won’t they just be able to put trousers on or something?” To him it seemed like a pretty large flaw in an otherwise crazy plan.

“Not with the paint I’ve used.” Said with a sly grin “Do you remember when we decided we needed something to jazz up the firmament?”

“Sure, we bought in all that glow in the dark stuff……oh I get it now….ooohhh sneaky, I like it” He grinned broadly and remembered why this was the bloke in charge.

“Excellent! Now run down and find Old Bob and I’ll start fixing on some of these buttocks. I’ll teach those creatures to stop knocking off the furry ones if it’s the last thing I do” With grim determination he fixed his stare on a group of poachers; they didn’t know it but their lives (and their buttocks) were about to change forever.

This was written in response to an announcement from the charity Born Free that the tiger is at risk of extinction, thanks to mankind. The poachers who hunt them and the developers who destroy their habitat are on the road to ensuring that our grandchildren or great grandchildren may talk about tigers in the same way we talk about dodo’s. Therefore, I am using this post to try and do what little I can to help spread the word before these beautiful animals are lost to us forever….

Lisa x

 

 

Superior?

We humans are an amazing lot really aren’t we? We’ve built machines that allow us to fly like birds, others that allow us to swim under water like dolphins and still more than give us the power to move faster than cheetahs. We believe that we are superior to animals in every way, to the point that we enslave them, devour them or simply watch them for our own amusement.

We humans are an amazing lot really aren’t we? We’ve built machines that allow us to fly like birds, others that allow us to swim under water like dolphins and still more than give us the power to move faster than cheetahs. We believe that we are superior to animals in every way, to the point that we enslave them, devour them or simply watch them for our own amusement.

Maybe our sense of superiority stems from the fact that we have working memories which allow us to learn and therefore develop. Many scientists believe that animals have only short term memories and are therefore unable to retain the information necessary to increase intellectual capacity….

Perhaps we credit our superiority to our emotional capabilities; again, some scientists believe that animals are incapable of experiencing complex emotions such as gratitude or love…….

It could be that we feel that we are at the pinnacle of evolution because we have developed the ability to feel compassion and empathy for others……..

It maybe that we feel superior because we have such a sense of self-awareness: we think therefore we are….

Perhaps we put it all down to our superior intelligence….

What do you think? I’d love to hear from you….

Lisa x