Song Lyric Sunday

Good morning blogging world, I hope that you’ve had an awesome week, hasn’t it gone quickly!? Here we are again, primed and ready for another Song Lyric Sunday, brought to us by the fantastic Jim Adams; if you’ve never played along why not give it a try today, it’s great fun and a fantastic way to discover new music and new blogging friends. Our prompt for this week is Desire/Lust/Romance/Passion so look forward to hearing some steamy tunes!

Good morning blogging world, I hope that you’ve had an awesome week, hasn’t it gone quickly!? Here we are again, primed and ready for another Song Lyric Sunday, brought to us by the fantastic Jim Adams; if you’ve never played along why not give it a try today, it’s great fun and a fantastic way to discover new music and new blogging friends. Our prompt for this week is Desire/Lust/Romance/Passion so look forward to hearing some steamy tunes!

If you want to join in, here are some rules for you:

  • 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.

My choice for this week has a fabulously sexy beat and comes with a sensationally politically incorrect video ;O)

It’s the time of the season
When love runs high
In this time, give it to me easy
And let me try with pleasured hands
To take you in the sun to promised lands
To show you every one
It’s the time of the season for loving
What’s your name?
Who’s your daddy?
Is he rich like me?
Has he taken any time
To show you what you need to live?
Tell it to me slowly
Tell you what I really want to know
It’s the time of the season for loving
What’s your name?
Who’s your daddy?
Is he rich like me?
Has he taken any time
To show you what you need to live?
Tell it to me slowly
Tell you what I really want to know
It’s the time of the season for loving
Songwriters: R. Argent
I’m not quite old enough to remember when this song came out but I’ve loved it ever since I first heard it. It’s not musically or lyrically brilliant but it is, somehow, very sensual, especially the line “What’s your name? Who’s your daddy?” for some reason. If this was released today it would probably have the #Metoo movement up in arms but it was written at a time when people seemed to be more sexually liberated but, at the same time retained a certain innocence. A wink or a clumsily delivered chat up line was met with a giggle or a roll of the eyes and not cynicism or disgust. Anyway, I’ll get off my soapbox now and let you enjoy the music :O)
Have a fantastic day everyone
Lisa x

When I Was Young: Published

Those lovely folk over at Spillwords have very kindly published another one of my poems today and I can’t thank them enough!  If you’re a poet or a writer of short stories don’t be afraid to submit your work to them as they’re a great bunch of people and they won’t bite ;O) Anyway, if you get a couple of minutes I hope that you’ll wander over there and read it.

Those lovely folk over at Spillwords have very kindly published another one of my poems today and I can’t thank them enough!  If you’re a poet or a writer of short stories don’t be afraid to submit your work to them as they’re a great bunch of people and they won’t bite ;O) Anyway, if you get a couple of minutes I hope that you’ll wander over there and read it.

Lisa

x

PS. The cat gif is there for no other reason than I like cats and it made me chuckle

 

Do You Dream?

When you slumber, free from reality

With limbs in gentle repose, breathing soft

The images come, unrestrained, welcome

Of days gone by or a longed for future

When you slumber, free from reality

With limbs in gentle repose, breathing soft

The images come, unrestrained, welcome

Of days gone by or a longed for future

Complete liberty to construct your view

Of a World that beckons your aching soul

Do you face the fear that binds you: regret

Or are you, in that moment, cleansed, reborn?

What do you dream when night comes to claim you?

When you become, once more, all that you hide

I dream of the day I first saw your face

I dream of the day I’ll hold you again

I dream of you, my love, I dream of you.

Lisa x

Believe in Yourself

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?’ Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do.

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?’ Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

I am not religious in any way but I have always found this quote to be incredibly inspirational as it reminds us that we don’t need permission from others to be exactly who we are and that hiding our achievements and diminishing our dreams for the sake of others serves no-one. I think that many of us are much better than we think we are but we have chosen to believe all the bad things that were ever said about us and to learn from the negative experiences that life has thrown at us. Perhaps now is the time to remember the compliments, the admiration, the motivation and, above all, the love that others have shown us. Maybe we should turn our focus towards the positive and our backs on the negative.

Life is a gift which is only ever given to us once. We can bitch, moan and complain about it or we can appreciate it for the priceless, unique, fragile thing that it is. We were not made to exist in a vacuum of self-doubt and fear, we were made to live………it’s all about life ;O)

believe in yourself

 

Have a wonderful day everyone! Lisa xx

Words

So many words screaming through my mind, tearing it apart

Nonsense, every single one. Incoherent, unconnected, banal

Cruel syllables, pathetic prose mock and taunt. Brain farts

So many words screaming through my mind, tearing it apart

Nonsense, every single one. Incoherent, unconnected, banal

Cruel syllables, pathetic prose mock and taunt. Brain farts

Capturing sanity; reason, a way of escape, held in their thrall

Battering a tired psyche that longs for comfort in solid form

So many words, millions, each more unavailing than its kin

Offering hope with sardonic smile, a truism old and worn

I cannot find you, the right ones, to heal the pain within

You are only words and you are not enough and too much

In my mind a torment. On your lips and only yours, just one,

A solitary, lonely syllable all the more precious as such,

Would be the key. Emotions barred by words, free to run.

Lisa

x

Falling

Falling

A slow ascent

Rising

Gentle descent

Falling

A slow ascent

Rising

Gentle descent

Reaching

For the ground

Searching

Heaven beneath

Finding

Purgatory

Climbing

Always lower

Touching

Stars underfoot

Feeling

You. Here but lost.

Sometimes poems just need to come out…….

Lisa x

Assassin

‘Bollocks!’ Kadem thought to himself ‘I really hate this bloody job sometimes!’

He looked through his latest work order and really wished that he could just bin it and walk away but, in his profession, that really wasn’t an option. He rubbed his eyes and briefly put his head in his hands before turning his attention back to the screen. 

‘Bollocks!’ Kadem thought to himself ‘I really hate this bloody job sometimes!’

He looked through his latest work order and really wished that he could just bin it and walk away but, in his profession, that really wasn’t an option. He rubbed his eyes and briefly put his head in his hands before turning his attention back to the screen.

She was beautiful, absolutely no doubt about it; a work of art one might say. She moved with the grace of a dancer and her smile could light up a room

‘Good morning my lovely’ he whispered

She couldn’t hear him of course but still he took pleasure in watching her. She waved to a guy selling coffee from a little street cart, jumped over a puddle and laughed as the water splashed her heels. This girl had such a lust for life…..

Kadem had been watching this one for weeks; his job necessitated that he learn as much as possible about his subjects. He studied her and her interactions with others, he looked at her work, her productivity rates and her online profiles. Of course, he wasn’t supposed to have any kind of emotional attachment and, normally, he could maintain a professional distance but this one was different…..

The guys he worked for had decided that she should be terminated and that was all there was to it but Christ! this would be hard! How did you end something so beautiful, so alive? His fingered hovered, he hesitated…….he never hesitated. Why was this so difficult? He had a job to do, why couldn’t he do it?

He ran his fingers through his hair, distracted, agitated and then turned his attention back to the girl once again. She was laughing at something; her long blonde hair was whipped up in the breeze and she pushed it impatiently away from her face, then she turned…

It was as though she was looking straight at him. The laughter faded from her eyes and something else replaced it. She didn’t turn away or run, she just stood there staring, her face sad.

“You cannot see me” Kadem said out loud “You can’t possibly see me”

This had never happened before, what the hell was he going to do? The girl still hadn’t moved but now her head was bowed, her eyes lowered; the stance of a supplicant. Kadem had never regretted his choice of career, he had a huge amount of freedom and was exceptionally well paid but this…oh this…….he brushed a lone tear from his cheek and steeled himself to do what he knew he must do…

<DELETE> One key stroke and she was gone.

‘Fuck! I hate this job sometimes!’ Kadem said to himself…there was no-one else there.

 

Lisa x

Song Lyric Sunday: Take/Taking

Good morning one and all :O) Here we are again at the end of another week and it’s time for Song Lyric Sunday; the perfect way to discover new music and find new friends. As always the prompt has been given to us by the lovely Helen and this week it’s take/taking. If you’d like to play along, and I hope that you will, here are some rules for you:

Good morning one and all :O) Here we are again at the end of another week and it’s time for Song Lyric Sunday; the perfect way to discover new music and find new friends. As always the prompt has been given to us by the lovely Helen and this week it’s take/taking. If you’d like to play along, and I hope that you will, here are some rules for you:

  • 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 and it’s honestly just a simple Google search
  • Make sure you also credit the singer/band and 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 or my own Song Lyric Sunday post
  • 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

 

Love of my life, you’ve hurt me,
You’ve broken my heart and now you leave me.
Love of my life can’t you see,
Bring it back, bring it back,
Don’t take it away from me because you don’t know what it means to me.

Love of my life, don’t leave me,
You’ve taken my love, you now desert me,

Love of my life, can’t you see?
Bring it back, bring it back,
Don’t take it away from me because you don’t know what it means to me.

You will remember
When this is blown over
And everything’s all by the way
When I grow older
I will be there at your side to remind you how I still love you, I still love you.

Back, hurry back,
Please, bring it back home to me because you don’t know what it means to me.

Love of my life
Love of my life…

Written by: Freddie Mercury
I wasn’t sure whether to use this song this morning, it came to me instantly when I saw the prompt but the story behind it is intensely personal.
When my husband and I first got together we would argue quite frequently; the attraction between us was immediate, love at first sight if you will, but it took a while for us to trust each other. We’d both been hurt in the past and between us we had an awful lot of emotional baggage to sort through. On this one particular day, we’d had a huge fight (I can’t even remember what it was about now) and I was driving home feeling angry, trying very hard not to cry when the phone rang…
I answered it but there was no-one there. I was about to put it down when I heard the first bars of the song that I’ve chosen today. I pulled over and I listened. I could go into raptures over Freddie’s voice and the sublime melody but, for me, this will always be the song that made me realise that I was truly loved and that I loved unconditionally. The argument was completely forgotten after that and we were married sometime later…..
The first time I heard Love of My Life it reduced me to tears but they were joyful, these days it still has the same effect but they’re tears of pain. The memories that the song evokes are happy ones but there’s a line that fill me with terrible bitterness every time I hear it:
“When I grow older, I will be there at your side to remind you how I still love you”
We didn’t get to grow old together because cancer took my husband when I was 48. He’s no longer at my side to remind me how he still loves me and I no longer feel loved because the love of my life was taken from me.
Lisa
x

For You………..

I know that there are many of you out there in Wordpress land who are grieving for the loss of someone dear to you. I know too that, sometimes, grief can make you feel very, very alone; you’re not. This song is for all of you because I know that you will understand……

I know, from reading your posts, that there are many of you out there in WordPress land who are grieving for the loss of someone dear to you. I know too that, sometimes, grief can make you feel very, very alone; you’re not. This song is for all of you because I know that you will understand……

I picked up your shirts this morning
I don’t know why, I don’t know why
Mr Reynolds said to say hello
I started to cry, I started to cry
Every place we ever walked and
Everywhere we talked, I miss you
You never leave my mind
So much of you is left behind
You took my days with you
Took my nights with you
Those unfinished conversations
We used to have still speak to me
And I write you letters every day
That I’ll never send and you’ll never see
All this wishful thinking
Gets me nowhere I can’t stay
Though my heart is broken
It keeps breaking every day
You took my hopes with you
Took my dreams with you
I keep thinking that you’ll be calling
Everyone says that it’s all in my head
And I can’t accept it yet
I’m not ready to just give in
I know that I can’t live in this pain
With these feelings of regret
I can’t comprehend this
And pretend that I don’t care
Any place I wanna be
I wanna see you there
You took my life with you
Took my world with you
I first heard this song last night on some sort of talent show compilation that I was watching on YouTube (what? I was bored) and I played it over and over. This morning I decided that I wanted to share it so I tracked down where it came from and found this video; I’d like to say it’s the first cartoon that’s made me cry but it’s not………
To be honest, I’m not sure why I need to say this now, today, but I do:
You’re not alone
Lisa
x

Tough Decisions…..

Morning chaps, how are we all today? If you’ve got a minute I could really use your advice with something because I just cannot decide what to do. To explain, I’ve been living alone for more than 4 years now and, to be honest, I feel pretty lonely some of the time. Yesterday, a friend came up with a solution that would also involve helping others at the same time. Should be easy to say ‘yes’ shouldn’t it but…….

Morning chaps, how are we all today? If you’ve got a minute I could really use your advice with something because I just cannot decide what to do. To explain, I’ve been living alone for more than 4 years now and, to be honest, I feel pretty lonely some of the time. Yesterday, a friend came up with a solution that would also involve helping others at the same time. Should be easy to say ‘yes’ shouldn’t it but…….

Her idea was for me to take on the training of a guide dog puppy, you know, those adorable bundles of fluff that eat your furniture and capture your heart? As soon as she said it I broke into the biggest smile and my instant answer was ‘yes!!!!! I want a puppy!!!’ As she’s not one to let the grass grow under her feet, she whisked me off to the local Guide Dog Centre and we had a long chat with the lady in charge. She was lovely and explained everything to me; they would pay for the food and vets bills and the dog would live with me in my apartment. Once a month we would attend training classes at the centre and I would be expected to walk the dog twice a day, instill discipline and give  it bucket loads of affection….

This is where things started to get tricky because I know myself well. The affection would be no problem as I am desperate to have something to love; I have friends and family of course but no real outlet for the love that just seems to sit inside my chest in a huge leaden lump. Relationships with people are tricky and complex but animals love unconditionally and I crave that simplicity of feeling.

The exercise would certainly be easy as I am happy to walk for miles and I can’t help thinking that a puppy would be more fun than my i-phone which is what I usually have for company. The other upside of training a guide dog is that, unlike other dogs, they can go anywhere with you so, basically, we could do everything together….

The problem would definitely be the discipline side of things – saying no when the little tyke wants to sleep on the bed with me (not allowed) or curl up on the sofa next to me in the evening (not allowed) or wants to pick the choicest tidbits from my plate (definitely not allowed). I would have to concentrate on the dog’s training because, after all, he would be doing a job and that won’t be possible if I allow him to do whatever he feels like.

These thoughts were all hurtling through my mind at a rate of knots when, all of a sudden, they all crashed to a standstill to make room for a new one which entered the arena with all guns blazing…….

“you’re going to have to say goodbye”

Although, it had been mentioned a few minutes before I hadn’t really cottoned on to the significance of something the boss lady had said: ‘the training is for one year’. So, after living with, walking, training, playing and loving an animal for one year it would be taken away to live with someone else. That someone would need this dog, would be reliant on it, would deserve it……

 

I would love to be able to help someone in that way, this is such a very good cause! I love dogs and would just adore to have one around, even though I know it could chew its way through most of my possessions BUT I don’t know that I could say goodbye. I’ve done that too many times in the last few years and I don’t know that I could cope with it again.

So, here’s my question: Is the love that I’ll share for one year worth the pain of saying goodbye? I honestly don’t know so I’d really appreciate any advice that you have to offer

Lisa

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