Song Lyric Sunday

Happy Sunday blogging world! I hope that the sun is shining on you and you have something wonderful planned for your day! As we’ve reached the end of another week, it’s time, once again, for Song Lyric Sunday which is brought to us by Jim Adams, the man who drives us forward with his prompts.  This week we are tasked with finding a great song based on Avenue/Boulevard/Drive/Lane/Road/Street, if you love music and want to meet new blogging friends why not play along? Here are some rules to help you:

Happy Sunday blogging world! I hope that the sun is shining on you and you have something wonderful planned for your day! As we’ve reached the end of another week, it’s time, once again, for Song Lyric Sunday which is brought to us by Jim Adams, the man who drives us forward with his prompts.  This week we are tasked with finding a great song based on Avenue/Boulevard/Drive/Lane/Road/Street, if you love music and want to meet new blogging friends why not play along? Here are some rules to help 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.

This was a tricky one for me as, although I could think of songs that fit the prompt, I couldn’t think of one that I really liked but then I remembered this:

Father wears his Sunday best
Mother’s tired, she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
Sister’s sighing in her sleep (ah)
Brother’s got a date to keep, he can’t hang around
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our
Our house, it has a crowd
There’s always something happening
And it’s usually quite loud
Our mum she’s so house-proud
Nothing ever slows her down and a mess is not allowed
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our (something tells you that you’ve got to move away from it)
Father gets up late for work
Mother has to iron his shirt
Then she sends the kids to school
Sees them off with a small kiss (ah)
She’s the one they’re going to miss in lots of ways
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our
I remember way back then when everything was true and when
We would have such a very good time, such a fine time
Such a happy time
And I remember how we’d play, simply waste the day away
Then we’d say nothing would come between us
Two dreamers
Father wears his Sunday best
Mother’s tired, she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
Sister’s sighing in her sleep
Brother’s got a date to keep, he can’t hang around
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our
Our house, was our castle and our keep
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, that was where we used to sleep
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street, our house
Songwriters: Carl Smyth / Chris Foreman / Daniel Woodgate / Garaham McPherson / Lee Thompson / Mark Bedford / Michael Barson
I remember when Madness burst on to the popular music scene and it was awesome for those of us who were young teenagers as we’d never hear anything like it. Ska music was completely unknown to us before then and we absolutely lapped it up – The Specials, Bad Manners, The Beat – they were all fantastic to listen to and great to dance to (once we’d got the hang of the moves!). Madness, however, well, they were the best because they were so much fun and had incredible energy. My friends and I all learned the lyrics to Baggy Trousers off by heart and we laughed our socks off at the video – we were at school so it was the perfect fit.
When Our House was released we instantly fell in love with it and, again, learned the lyrics but it became apparent that there was a darker side to Madness which intrigued us still further. The funny video was still there, the upbeat tune, the energy but there was something just a little sad in the lyrics; in the middle of the song the melody changes and we hear the words:
Our house, in the middle of our (something tells you that you’ve got to move away from it)
and then
Mother has to iron his shirt
Then she sends the kids to school
Sees them off with a small kiss (ah)
She’s the one they’re going to miss in lots of ways
I grew up with Madness and, as is so very rare with bands, they grew up with me. Over time their lyrics became more complex and more thought provoking which fitted in perfectly with our teenage angst. If you have time, check out One Better Day on YouTube, a beautiful song which tells a tale of homeless people in London, I tried to post the video but for some reason it wouldn’t work but here are the lyrics:
Arlington house, address: no fixed abode
An old man in a three-piece suit sits in the road
He stares across the water, he sees right through the lock
But on and up like outstretched hands
His mumbled words, his fumbled words, mock
Further down, a photo booth, a million plastic bags
And an old woman filling out a million baggage tags
But when she gets thrown out, three bags at a time
She spies the old chap in the road to share her bags with
She has bags of time
Surrounded by his past, on a short white line
He sits while cars pass either side, takes his time
Trying to remember one better day
A while ago when people stopped to hear him say
Walking round you sometimes hear the sunshine
Beating down in time with the rhythm of your shoes
Now she has walked enough through rainy town
She rests her bag against his and sits down
She’s trying to remember one better day
A while ago when people stopped to hear her say
Walking round you sometimes hear the sunshine
Beating down in time with the rhythm of your shoes
Walking round you sometimes hear the sunshine
Beating down in time with the rhythm of your shoes
The feeling of arriving when you’ve nothing left to lose
Walking round you sometimes hear the sunshine
Beating down in time with the rhythm of your shoes
The feeling of arriving when you’ve nothing left to lose
Songwriters: Cathal Joseph Smyth / Christopher John Foreman / Daniel Mark Woodgate / Graham Mcpherson / Lee Jay Thompson / Mark Bedford / Mark William Bedford / Michael Barson
Have a great Sunday one and all!
Lisa x

Song Lyric Sunday

Good morning blogging world! I hope that whatever you’ve got planned for today, you have fun! As always, I am kicking off today with Song Lyric Sunday, brought to us by the lovely Jim Adams, it’s a chance for us all to discover new music and new blogging friends so I do hope that you’ll play along. The prompt for this week gives us a massive amount of scope as it’s Dawn/Noon/Dusk/Midnight/Nocturnal/Diurnal. 

Good morning blogging world! I hope that whatever you’ve got planned for today, you have fun! As always, I am kicking off today with Song Lyric Sunday, brought to us by the lovely Jim Adams, it’s a chance for us all to discover new music and new blogging friends so I do hope that you’ll play along. The prompt for this week gives us a massive amount of scope as it’s Dawn/Noon/Dusk/Midnight/Nocturnal/Diurnal.

If you’d like to play along, 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 isn’t exactly on point but if someone is saying ‘goodnight’ it has to be dark and possibly around midnight right? Anyway, I love it and it has the best saxophone solo ever so I do hope that you’ll enjoy it!

You drink your coffee,
I sip my tea,
And we’re sitting here, playing so cool,
Thinking, ‘What will be, will be.’
And it’s getting kind of late now,
Oh, I wonder if you’ll stay now,
Stay now, stay now, stay now,
Or will you just politely say ‘Goodnight’?
I move a little closer to you,
Not knowing quite what to do and I’m
Feeling all fingers and thumbs,
I spill my tea, oh silly me,
It’s getting kind of late now,
I wonder if you’ll stay now,
Stay now, stay now, stay now,
Or will you just politely say ‘Goodnight’?
And then we touch, much too much,
This moment has been waiting for a long, long time,
Makes me shiver,
Makes me quiver,
This moment I am so unsure,
This moment I have waited for,
Well is it something you’ve been waiting for,
Waiting for too?
Take off your eyes,
Bare your soul,
Gather me to you and make me whole,
Tell me your secrets,
Sing me the song,
Sing it to me in the silent tongue.
It’s getting kind of late now,
I wonder if you’ll stay now,
Stay now, stay now, stay now,
Or will you just politely say ‘Goodnight’?
Songwriters: Hazel Thereasa O’connor / Wesley Magoogan
If you’re of a certain age, you’ll remember the film that this song came from – it was called Breaking Glass and it was a huge hit in 1980. This was the age of punk and the film was a story of rebellion against the norm and anger against the establishment but it was also a love story and a rather poignant one at that. As I’ve been writing this I’ve been watching little clips from the film and now I think I’m going to have to track it down on Netflix!
I do hope that you enjoy the track and that you have a great Sunday :O)
Lisa x

Song Lyric Sunday

Happy Sunday one and all, I hope that you’ve had a great week :O) The day for sharing music and connecting with new blogging friends is once more upon us and Easter ready Jim Adams has, once again provided us with our prompt which this week is: Freeze/Cold/Ice. If you love music and would like to play along, here are some rules for you:

Happy Sunday one and all, I hope that you’ve had a great week :O) The day for sharing music and connecting with new blogging friends is once more upon us and Easter ready Jim Adams has, once again provided us with our prompt which this week is: Freeze/Cold/Ice. If you love music and would like to play along, 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.

This is my choice for this week and it’s from James Blunt:

 

How I wish I could surrender my soul;
Shed the clothes that become my skin;
See the liar that burns within my needing.
How I wish I’d chosen darkness from cold.
How I wish I had screamed out loud,
Instead I’ve found no meaning.
I guess it’s time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,
All pleasure’s the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.
I’ve heard what they say, but I’m not here for trouble.
It’s more than just words: it’s just tears and rain.
How I wish I could walk through the doors of my mind;
Hold memory close at hand,
Help me understand the years.
How I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell.
How I wish I would save my soul.
I’m so cold from fear.
I guess it’s time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,
All pleasure’s the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.
I’ve heard what they say, but I’m not here for trouble.
Far, far away; find comfort in pain.
All pleasure’s the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
It’s more than just words: it’s just tears and rain…
Songwriters: James Blount / Guy Chambers
I am a big James Blunt fan and, although this is not one of my favourites from a melody point of view I do love the poetry in the lyrics. I think that many of us hide our pain and our tears in the rain, seeking comfort in pain…….
As I put down the lyrics to this song and saw the words ‘tears and rain’ I was reminded of a clip from a film so I thought that I would share that with you too.

 

“I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.”

All of us, our lives, will one day be lost in time. There will be no-one alive who has any memory of us and, unless we do something that will change the world, it will be as though we had never existed. We are, in the grand scheme of things, as insignificant as a lone leaf in a thousand forests and yet…..and yet….our lives are so very precious.

Today is my wedding anniversary, I would have been married for 15 years if my husband had not been taken from me 5 years ago. Today is cold and cloudy and it may rain later; if it does I shall do my crying then.

Lisa x

Song Lyric Sunday

Good morning all you lovely people! How have you been? I hope that life is taking good care of you. How about some music to kick off your Sunday? It’s time once again for Helen Vahdati’s Song Lyric Sunday which is brought to us by Jim Adams who has kindly taken on the job of providing us with a new prompt each week.

Good morning all you lovely people! How have you been? I hope that life is taking good care of you. How about some music to kick off your Sunday? It’s time once again for Helen Vahdati’s Song Lyric Sunday which is brought to us by Jim Adams who has kindly taken on the job of providing us with a new prompt each week. It’s a great way of discovering new music and finding new friends so, if you’d like to play along 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.
  • 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.

At this point I’m going to say, if you don’t like bad language then don’t go any further  because my choice for this week is a track by Eminem. This may seem like an odd choice for a 52 year old woman but I am actually a huge fan.  Despite the fact that his language is atrocious I find his lyrics to be very clever and often quite moving. In this song he challenges the media promoted  idea that rap is in any way responsible for gang violence.

However, he also talks a little about his own childhood and how he suffered after his Dad walked out on him and his mother, leaving them in poverty. Many people judge Eminem only for his profanity ridden lyrics and don’t realise what he went through to achieve his phenomenal success. Yes he was a drug addict, yes he’s the angriest of all the angry young men but, in my opinion, he is also a poet of considerable talent if you look past the F bombs:

“His house is a broken home, there’s no control, he just let’s his emotions go”

“In the land of the killers, a sinner’s mind is a sanctum”

“But music is reflection of self”

“That’s why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it”

The rap is interspersed with bursts of the chorus from the song ‘Sing for the Moment’ by Aerosmith which I also like and did think about posting but, honestly, I prefer the Eminem version because, for me, it’s more than a song. It’s a social commentary and it’s angry and dark and therefore, in my opinion, it’s interesting. I hope you’ll think so too.

 

These ideas are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing, it’s so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don’t care
He’s a problem child
What bothers him all comes out, when he talks about
His fuckin’ dad walkin’ out
‘Cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again he’d probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he’s mad so he’s talkin’ back
Talkin’ black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him, so he socked him back, and broke his nose
His house is a broken home, there’s no control, he just let’s his emotions go…

[Chorus]
(C’mon), sing with me, (sing), sing for the years
(Sing it), sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, (c’mon)
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord’ll take you away…

[Verse 2]
Entertainment is changin’, intertwinin’ with gangsters
In the land of the killers, a sinner’s mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely ’cause don’t anyone know me
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a motherfucker they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse they can teach hate
It’s like these kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen
From standin’ on corners and porches just rappin’
To havin’ a fortune, no more kissin’ ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get their hands on every dime you have, they want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
Any dispute won’t hesitate to produce handguns
That’s why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
But all they kids be listenin’ to me religiously, so I’m signin’ CDs while police fingerprint me
They’re for the judge’s daughter but his grudge is against me
If I’m such a fuckin’ menace, this shit doesn’t make sense Pete
It’s all political, if my music is literal, and I’m a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl
I couldn’t, I wouldn’t be fit to, you’re full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you…

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up for you , and cock it too
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault and I’ll get sued
See what these kids do is hear about us totin’ pistols
And they want to get one ’cause they think the shit’s cool
Not knowin’ we really just protectin’ ourselves, we entertainers
Of course the shit’s affectin’ our sales, you ignoramus
But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our cheques in the mail
It’s fucked up ain’t it
How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin’ thing that we wanted
That’s why we sing for these kids, who don’t have a thing
Except for a dream, and a fuckin’ rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize their favorite rappers and know all their songs
Or for anyone who’s ever been through shit in their lives
Till they sit and they cry at night wishin’ they’d die
Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe
We’re nothin’ to you but we’re the fuckin’ shit in their eyes
That’s why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it
‘Cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they’ll admit it when we’re gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can…

[Chorus]

Lisa x

Song Lyric Sunday

Happy Sunday guys, hope that you’re all having a great weekend so far! It doesn’t seem possible that another week has passed but here we are again with Song Lyric Sunday which is brought to us by Jim Adams; do pop over and say hi. If you love music and connecting with other bloggers why not play along, it’s great fun :O)

Happy Sunday guys, hope that you’re all having a great weekend so far! It doesn’t seem possible that another week has passed but here we are again with Song Lyric Sunday which is brought to us by Jim Adams; do pop over and say hi. If you love music and connecting with other bloggers why not play along, it’s great fun :O)

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.
  • 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.

For this week, Jim has given us the prompt: Mountain/Hills.

I have made a bit of a stretch with this one but I think it’s a great song and I hope that you’ll enjoy it too.

 

Oh my god
Please help me, knee deep in the river tryin’ to get clean
He says wash your hands, get out the stains
But you best believe, boy, there’s hell to pay
Yeah you best believe, boy, there’s hell to pay, sayin’
Come on

Oh my god
Please help me, waist deep in the river, can you hear my plea?
He says, son, you come like a beggar in the streets
You might make it, boy, but by the skin of your teeth
You might make it, boy, but by the skin of your teeth, sayin’

I rambled with the worst of them
Fell in love with a harlequin
Saw the darkest hearts of men
And I saw myself starin’ back again
And I saw myself starin’ back again

Oh my god
Please help me, neck deep in the river screamin’ for relief
He says, it’s mine to give, but it’s yours to choose
You’re gonna sink or swim, you’re gonna learn the truth
No matter what you do you’re gonna learn the truth sayin’

Ate the bread that once was stone
Fell from a cliff, never broke a bone
Bowed down to get the kings overthrown
And I’m all alone and the fire grows
And I’m all alone and the fire grows

Swing sweet charity
Take what’s left of me
A new beginning or is this the end?
Swing sweet Seraphim
Take me back again
or watch me make the messes of men

I first heard this song whilst watching an episode of The Originals and I was struck by the raw power of it. A very strong beat persists throughout the track and the lyrics speak of violent desperation; it’s hard to explain but this is one of those songs that just stays with you. Just for fun, here’s the scene I was referring to (if you don’t like vampires or violence give it a miss), the song begins at around 1 minute 30.

Have a great day whatever you’re doing :O)

Lisa x

Song Lyric Sunday

Good morning and a happy Sunday to you all :O) It’s time to share our favourite tracks once again and to discover new music by connecting with other bloggers. Jim Adams brings us the prompt this week which is Ocean/Sea/Lake/Bay and, I have to say, I found it incredibly difficult. However, I eventually remembered this wonderful song by Pink Floyd and, fortunately, the lyrics only deviate from the prompt a tiny bit ;O)

Good morning and a happy Sunday to you all :O) It’s time to share our favourite tracks once again and to discover new music by connecting with other bloggers. Jim Adams brings us the prompt this week which is Ocean/Sea/Lake/Bay and, I have to say, I found it incredibly difficult. However, I eventually remembered this wonderful song by Pink Floyd and, fortunately, the lyrics only deviate from the prompt a tiny bit ;O)

Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begun
Along the Long Road and on down the Causeway
Do they still meet there by the Cut
There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps
Running before times took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay
The grass was greener
The light was brighter
When friends surrounded
The nights of wonder
Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide
At a higher altitude with flag unfurled
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world
Encumbered forever by desire and ambition
There’s a hunger still unsatisfied
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon
Though down this road we’ve been so many times
The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
The water flowing
The endless river
Forever and ever
Songwriters: Polly Annie Samson / David Jon Gilmour / Polly Anne Samson
High Hopes lyrics © Imagem Music Inc
I was at at my brother’s apartment when I first heard this song; we were chatting and music was playing softly in the background. The first few bars prompted me to interrupt the discussion and ask him what it was.
The song starts with the tolling of a bell and a melody which I found profoundly sad (although to be fair, in those days, I found sadness in many things). The lyrics speak of the loss of childhood and also of regret:
There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps
Running before times took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay
At the time, this was about 3 years ago, I could only focus on the regret in the words and the fact that death (time) had taken all my dreams away and that my husband’s life had been consumed by slow decay (cancer) and it resonated with me for that reason.
However, what I now find to be most profound is the message in the song, namely that looking at the horizon and always wanting what we dream may be there will take away any pleasure that we have in this moment. This achingly beautiful song is a poetic expansion of “The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence”.

Song Lyric Sunday

Good Morning One and All and Happy Sunday! It’s time again for our weekly foray into the wonderful world of music; what better place to lose yourself? If you’re a music fan or you’re looking for a fun way to meet new bloggers why not play along? SLS is brought to us this week by Jim Adams and he has challenged us to come up with the prompt “No”. If you’d like to play along and why wouldn’t you because its fun, here are some rules for you:

Good Morning One and All and Happy Sunday! It’s time again for our weekly foray into the wonderful world of music; what better place to lose yourself? If you’re a music fan or you’re looking for a fun way to meet new bloggers why not play along? SLS is brought to us this week by Jim Adams and he has challenged us to come up with the prompt “No”. If you’d like to play along and why wouldn’t you because its fun, 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.
  • 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.
  • Have fun and enjoy the music.

 

Feeling the moment the slip away
Losing direction you’re losing faith
You’re wishing for someone
Feeling it all begin to slide
Am I just like you?
All the things you do
can’t help myself
How do you feel when there’s no sun?
And how will you be when rain clouds come and pull you down again?
How do you feel when there’s no one?
Am I just like you?
Turning to face what you’ve become
Bury the ashes of someone
Broken by the strain
Trying to fill that space inside
Am I just like you?
All the things you do
can’t help myself
How do you feel when there’s no sun?
And how will you be when rain clouds come and pull you down again?
How do you feel when there’s no one?
Am I just like you?
All the things you do
Don’t ever feel
that you’re alone
I’ll never let you down
I’ll never leave you dry
Don’t fall apart
Don’t let it go
Carry the motion
Carry the motion back to me (to me)
Feeling the moment the slip away
Feeling the moment the slip away
So I’m just like you
How do you feel when there’s no sun?
And how will you be when rain clouds come and pull you down again?
How do you feel when there’s no one?
Am I just like you?
Songwriters: Grant Nicholas
Feeling a Moment lyrics © BMG Rights Management
This brilliant song starts with a huge, brief burst of energy and then quickly slows. The lead singer and song writer, Grant Nicholas, speaks to his audience directly in an intimate and personal way. He’s speaking to someone who seems to be giving up on life with, seemingly great empathy and understanding but then he poses the question ‘Am I just like you?’
He goes on to say that, whatever happens he will always be there and that they’ll never need to feel alone but, for me, the last words of the song and the way that they are sung have always sounded like a cry for help. I wonder then if the question
“And how will you be when rain clouds come and pull you down again?”
is almost willing the other person to feel sad and lonely so that he will not have to feel alone. What is it they say about ‘misery loves company’?
This is one of my absolute favourite Feeder tracks and I really hope that you like it. Have a wonderful Sunday :O)
Lisa x

Song Lyric Sunday: Laughter

Morning Everyone :O) I’ve rather missed Song Lyric Sunday over the last couple of weeks so I’m pleased to see that it’s back albeit with a new host. Helen is taking a well deserved break but Jim Adams has kindly offered to step in as guest host, thanks Jim :O) If you haven’t played along please do give it a try, it’s such a great way to meet blogging friends and discover new music. The rules are simple:

Morning Everyone :O) I’ve rather missed Song Lyric Sunday over the last couple of weeks so I’m pleased to see that it’s back albeit with a new host. Helen is taking a well deserved break but Jim Adams has kindly offered to step in as guest host, thanks Jim :O) If you haven’t played along please do give it a try, it’s such a great way to meet blogging friends and discover new music. The rules are simple:

  • 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 will work best.
  • 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 use the Song Lyric Sunday badge by copying it into your post or add it to your site to show you are participating.

Despite this being an unquestionably cheerful prompt I offer you a song which is anything but just because I love it:

Wake
From your sleep
The drying of
Your tears
Today
We escape
We escape
Pack
And get dressed
Before your father hears us
Before
All hell
Breaks loose
Breathe
Keep breathing
Don’t loose
Your nerve
Breathe
Keep breathing
I can’t do this
Alone
Sing
Us a song
A song to keep
Us warm
There’s
Such a chill
Such a chill
You can laugh
A spineless laugh
We hope your
Rules and wisdom choke you
Now
We are one
In everlasting peace
We hope that you choke
That you choke
We hope that you choke
That you choke
We hope
That you choke
That you choke
Songwriters: Colin Charles Greenwood / Edward John O’brien / Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood / Philip James Selway / Thomas Edward Yorke
Exit Music (For a Film) lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc
This song opens almost in a whisper with just a lone guitar strumming in the background. One child to another begging for silent tears only as they make their midnight escape from a tyrannical father; you can hear, almost feel the fear and desperation. The music then begins to rise as he begs her (I’ve always imagined a boy and girl) to keep breathing, to stay strong. He then tries to divert her from her fears, pleading with her to sing a song and we hear the sound of children playing in the background.
As they become cold, lost and tired, the boy’s anger begins to mount and he taunts the Father who had so terrorised the girl at his side with the childish but heartfelt words:
“We hope your rules and wisdom choke you”
From this moment the music builds and builds to a crescendo which tells the end of the story – the two children who’d made their bid for freedom die together, the boy still with the curse ‘we hope that you choke’ on his lips. I’d always imagined that they were lost in a blizzard and found the next morning, wrapped in each others arms, in a snow drift just a mile from the house where the girl had been so tormented.
This really is a beautiful song but I am afraid it won’t give you a laugh……
Lisa x

Song Lyric Sunday: Girls

Good morning fellow bloggers, I hope that your week has been kind to you and that you’re in tearing spirits and ready for Song Lyric Sunday. This musical challenge, brought to us by the lovely Helen is a great opportunity to share your favourite tracks, discover new music and hook up with other bloggers; why not give it a try?

Good morning fellow bloggers, I hope that your week has been kind to you and that you’re in tearing spirits and ready for Song Lyric Sunday. This musical challenge, brought to us by the lovely Helen is a great opportunity to share your favourite tracks, discover new music and hook up with other bloggers; why not give it a try?

If you’d like to have a go, 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

It took me ages to think of a song this morning but I finally came up with one that takes me back to my angst ridden teenage years:

Armalite, street lights, nightsights
Searching the roofs for a sniper, a viper, a fighter
Death in the shadows he’ll maim you, he’ll wound you, he’ll kill you
For a long forgotten cause, on not so foreign shores
Boys baptised in wars
Morphine, chill scream, bad dream
Serving as numbers on dogtags, flakrags, sandbags
Your girl has married your best friend, loves end, poison pen
Your flesh will always creep, tossing turning sleep
The wounds that burn so deep

Your mother sits on the edge of the world
When the cameras start to roll
Panoramic viewpoint resurrect the killing fold
Your father drains another beer, he’s one of the few that cares
Crawling behind a Saracen’s hull from the safety of his living room chair
Forgotten sons, forgotten sons, forgotten sons

And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the tricolour
I must fear evil, for I am but mortal and mortals can only die
Asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless faceless watchers
That stalk the carpeted corridors of Whitehall

Who orders desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation
In the guarded bureaucratic wombs

Minister, minister care for your children, order them not into damnation
To eliminate those who would trespass against you
For whose is the kingdom, the power, the glory forever and ever, Amen
Halt who goes there, Death, approach friend

You’re just another coffin on its way down the emerald aisle
When your children’s stony glances mourn your death in a terrorist’s smile
The bomber’s arm placing fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves
Alley sings with shrapnel detonate a temporary hell
Forgotten Sons

From the dole queue to the regiment a profession in a flash
But remember Monday signings when from door to door you dash
On the news a nation mourns you unknown soldier, count the cost
For a second you’ll be famous, your medal posthumous

Forgotten sons, forgotten sons
Peace on earth and mercy mild, Mother Brown has lost her child
Just another Forgotten Son

Writer(s): JELLYMAN BRIAN, DICK DEREK WILLIAM, POINTER MICHAEL JAMES, KELLY MARK COLBERT, TREWAVAS PETER JOHN, MINNETT DIZ, ROTHERY STEVEN THOMAS
Musically this won’t be for everyone and for me, to be honest, it was always more about the lyrics with this track and the sense of anger and bitterness that came with them. The song was written to protest the violence incited and carried out by the IRA and I found it be intelligent, poignant and powerful. It’s not everyone that can come up with the lyric:
“Who orders desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation
In the guarded bureaucratic wombs”
and the lead singer, Fish, almost spits out some words whilst others are a caress. You’ll make up your own minds and I’m fairly sure that some of you won’t listen to the end but, in my opinion, it’s a brilliantly crafted protest song.
I’d be genuinely interested to know your thoughts..
Lisa x

Song Lyric Sunday: Last

Here we are, the first Sunday in December and ready to celebrate…..no not Christmas that’s still 3 weeks away….Song Lyric Sunday :O) Brought to us each week by the lovely Helen (she’s been poorly so why not pop over to see her and give her a virtual hug), it presents the perfect opportunity to discover new music and meet new bloggers.

Here we are, the first Sunday in December and ready to celebrate…..no not Christmas that’s still 3 weeks away….Song Lyric Sunday :O) Brought to us each week by the lovely Helen (she’s been poorly so why not pop over to see her and give her a virtual hug), it presents the perfect opportunity to discover new music and meet new bloggers.

Here are some rules for you if you’d like to play along:

  • 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

This is my choice for this week:

 

Trouble is her only friend and he’s back again
Makes her body older than it really is
She says it’s high time she went away
No one’s got much to say in this town
Trouble is the only way is down
Down, down
As strong as you were, tender you go
I’m watching you breathing for the last time
A song for your heart, but when it is quiet
I know what it means and I’ll carry you home
I’ll carry you home
If she had wings she would fly away
And another day God will give her some
Trouble is the only way is down
Down, down
As strong as you were, tender you go
I’m watching you breathing for the last time
A song for your heart, but when it is quiet
I know what it means and I’ll carry you home
I’ll carry you home
And they were all born pretty in New York City tonight
And someone’s little girl was taken from the world tonight
Under the Stars and Stripes
As strong as you were, tender you go
I’m watching you breathing for the last time
A song for your heart, but when it is quiet
I know what it means and I’ll carry you home
I’ll carry you home
Songwriters: James Hillier Blount / Max Martin
I am a huge fan of James Blunt’s early songs (he lost me when he moved away from ballads I’m afraid) and this is one of my favourites. I’d actually never seen the video before this morning and I was glad to see that it fits perfectly with the song; the melody is quite simple but the lyrics are unbearably poignant.
For a very long time after I lost my husband I couldn’t listen to this song without crying  but now I can appreciate it for what it is, the writings of a man trying to live with the memories of the horrors of war. With that in mind I’d like to share this song with you too, it’s also by James Blount and, for me, it should serve as a stark reminder to anyone who ever gets the idea into their head that war is a good idea:

 

 

Lisa x