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:
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
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 (something tells you that you’ve got to move away from it)
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Beating down in time with the rhythm of your shoes
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
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
Beating down in time with the rhythm of your shoes
The feeling of arriving when you’ve nothing left to lose