Good morning blogging world, I don’t know what it’s like where you are but here we have blue skies and sunshine and I’m feeling absolutely awesome :O) It’s been a busy few days but I’m raring to go with this week’s Song Lyric Sunday which is brought to us once again by lucky Jim Adams.
Good morning blogging world, I don’t know what it’s like where you are but here we have blue skies and sunshine and I’m feeling absolutely awesome :O) It’s been a busy few days but I’m raring to go with this week’s Song Lyric Sunday which is brought to us once again by lucky Jim Adams. 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.
Our prompt for this week is Cards/Dice/Gamble/Lose/Win and, without further ado, here is my choice:
The devil went down to Georgia
He was lookin’ for a soul to steal
He was in a bind
‘Cause he was way behind
And he was willin’ to make a deal
When he came upon this young man
Sawin’ on a fiddle and playin’ it hot
And the devil jumped
Up on a hickory stump
And said, “boy, let me tell you what
I guess you didn’t know it
But I’m a fiddle player too
And if you’d care to take a dare, I’ll make a bet with you
Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy
But give the devil his due
I’ll bet a fiddle of gold
Against your soul
‘Cause I think I’m better than you”
The boy said, “my name’s Johnny
And it might be a sin
But I’ll take your bet
And you’re gonna regret
‘Cause I’m the best there’s ever been”
Johnny, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard
‘Cause hell’s broke loose in Georgia, and the devil deals the cards
And if you win, you get this shiny fiddle made of gold
But if you lose, the devil gets your soul
The devil opened up his case
And he said, “I’ll start this show”
And fire flew from his fingertips
As he rosined up his bow
Then he pulled the bow across the strings
And it made an evil hiss
And a band of demons joined in
And it sounded something like this
When the devil finished
Johnny said, “well, you’re pretty good, old son
But sit down in that chair right there
And let me show you how it’s done”
He played Fire on the Mountain run boys, run
The devil’s in the House of the Rising Sun
Chicken in a bread pan pickin’ out dough
Granny, does your dog bite? No child, no
The devil bowed his head
Because he knew that he’d been beat
And he laid that golden fiddle
On the ground at Johnny’s feet
Johnny said, “Devil, just come on back
If you ever want to try again
I done told you once you son of a bitch
I’m the best that’s ever been”
He played Fire on the Mountain run boys, run
The devil’s in the House of the Rising Sun
Chicken in a bread pan pickin’ out dough
Granny, does your dog bite? No child, no
Songwriters: Charles Fred Hayward / Charlie Daniels / Fred Edwards / James W. Marshall / John Crain / William J. Digregorio
I used to play this song when I was in the gym, pounding away on the treadmill and running out of puff and it immediately picked me and pushed me on. It’s not my usual style but it has an amazing energy which I absolutely love!
While I was writing this, another tune sprang to mind so, today, you get two for the price of one (music starts at around 2:00).
I’ll never forget this scene from the movie ‘Deliverance’ and it never fails to bring a smile to my face when I watch it! There is one other scene that I’ll also never forget but we won’t go into that – eek!
Good morning one and all, I hope that you’ve had an amazing week! As is traditional for this particular day of the week, it’s time for Song Lyric Sunday which is brought to us by the Daddy of music prompts, Jim Adams. If you’ve never played along, why not make today your first time – it’s a great way to discover new music and meet new blogging friends.
Good morning one and all, I hope that you’ve had an amazing week! As is traditional for this particular day of the week, it’s time for Song Lyric Sunday which is brought to us by the Daddy of music prompts, Jim Adams. If you’ve never played along, why not make today your first time – it’s a great way to discover new music and meet new blogging friends.
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.
And here is this week’s prompt which is a toughie – Dad/Father/Barbecue. Actually I just wrote that and the remembered this dark and twisted track by Morrissey:
Stepchild, you have outlived your time
You represent embarrassment and failure
And the father who must be killed
Is the blight upon your blighted life
And his might is his legal right
To ground you down
Stepchild, with every petty swipe
You just might find you’re fighting for your life
And the father who must be killed
Is a step farther but nonetheless
The way he chews his food
Rips right through your senses
Stepchild, there’s a knife in a drawer in a room downstairs
And you, you know what you must do
So the stepchild ran with a knife to his sleeping frame
And slams it in his arms, his legs, his face, his neck and says
There’s a law against me now
And the father who must be killed
With his dying breath, he grabs her hand
And he looks into her eyes
He says “I’m sorry” and he dies
Stepchild, I release you
With this broken voice I beseech you
Why are lives so short?
The stepchild thought half pointing to the sky
No one to warn me
No hand to touch me
And no Bible-belters to mess with me
Mama don’t miss me
Mama don’t miss me
This death will complete me
“But where I go there will be no one to meet me
I know there will be no one to meet me”
But still the step-child press the knife to her throat
Half pointing to the sky
Just as mother-less birds fly high
Then so shall I
So shall I
So shall I
So shall I
So shall I
Songwriters: Steven Morrissey / Alain Gordon Whyte
My choice may not be entirely appropriate as it’s Father’s Day but I love this track for its macabre lyrics and strange melody, which alternates between nursery rhyme simplicity and hypnotically sinister. As with many of Morrissey’s later tracks it is dramatic, with a strong underlying beat, and slowly builds to a climax. It definitely won’t be everyone’s up of tea but I really hope that you like it!
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
A very good morning to everyone out there in blogging land (I was just channeling my 1980’s radio DJ there!). It’s Sunday morning so it must be time for Song Lyric Sunday, the perfect way to discover new music and make new blogging friends. As always I have to thank our tireless host, Jim Adams whose prompt for this week is Cool/Groovy/Hip/Nifty/Radical/Swell.
A very good morning to everyone out there in blogging land (I was just channeling my 1980’s radio DJ there!). It’s Sunday morning so it must be time for Song Lyric Sunday, the perfect way to discover new music and make new blogging friends. As always I have to thank our tireless host, Jim Adams whose prompt for this week is Cool/Groovy/Hip/Nifty/Radical/Swell.
If you’d like to play along and why wouldn’t you, 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.
I have to be honest, this one was tricky for me as I have nothing in my music collection that contains any of the word prompts so I decided to pick a musician who was definitely cool and always radical and that’s David Bowie.
Do you remember a guy that’s been
In such an early song?
I’ve heard a rumor from Ground Control
Oh no, don’t say it’s true
They got a message from the Action Man
“I’m happy, hope you’re happy too
I’ve loved all I’ve needed, love
Sordid details following”
The shrieking of nothing is killing, just
Pictures of Jap girls in synthesis and I
Ain’t got no money and I ain’t got no hair
But I’m hoping to kick but the planet it’s glowing
Ashes to ashes, funk to funky
We know Major Tom’s a junkie
Strung out in heaven’s high
Hitting an all-time low
Time and again I tell myself
I’ll stay clean tonight
But the little green wheels are following me
Oh no, not again
I’m stuck with a valuable friend
“I’m happy, hope you’re happy too”
One flash of light but no smoking pistol
I never done good things (I never done good things)
I never done bad things (I never done bad things)
I never did anything out of the blue, woh-o-oh
Want an axe to break the ice
Wanna come down right now
Ashes to ashes, funk to funky
We know Major Tom’s a junkie
Strung out in heaven’s high
Hitting an all-time low
My mother said, to get things done
You’d better not mess with Major Tom
My mother said, to get things done
You’d better not mess with Major Tom
My mother said, to get things done
You’d better not mess with Major Tom
My mother said, to get things done
You’d better not mess with Major Tom
I remember when I first saw this video, which was really cutting edge for its time, and I was absolutely blown away. I hadn’t seen or heard anything like it before and I believe it’s what started my lifelong interest in Bowie’s music. I can’t say that I like everything that he’s done but he wrote several songs that will never leave my all time top 20. He was so innovative and so completely committed to everything that he did that each song really was a performance in itself.
Even better than that, he was beautifully, wonderfully weird and I don’t believe that there ever was or ever will be anyone like him. His creativity was outstanding and he was the ultimate rock and roll chameleon, we never knew what to expect from his next and it was never what we expected! Anyway, I had so many of his songs to choose from that it was impossible to narrow it down to one so you have two bonus tracks to enjoy too. The first, Rock and Roll Suicide is an amazingly powerful track that starts with just a single guitar strumming and then builds and builds to a really powerful crescendo. The second I chose simply because I love the song and the video is jaw droppingly outrageous – classic Mr Bowie.
Anyway, I hope that you enjoy and I hope you have a great Sunday :O)
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’?
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)
How has your week been? Good I hope! Hasn’t it gone past quickly? I can’t believe it’s time for Song Lyric Sunday again. If you’re a music lover and enjoy discovering new tracks and artists or just like connecting with other bloggers why not play along? Jim Adams kindly provides a prompt each week and this time he has chosen Hurt/Pain/Agony/Suffer. If you’d like to take part, and I really hope you will, here are some rules for you
How has your week been? Good I hope! Hasn’t it gone past quickly? I can’t believe it’s time for Song Lyric Sunday again. If you’re a music lover and enjoy discovering new tracks and artists or just like connecting with other bloggers why not play along? Jim Adams kindly provides a prompt each week and this time he has chosen Hurt/Pain/Agony/Suffer. If you’d like to take part, and I really hope 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.
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.
Here is my choice:
I’m so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
‘Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won’t leave me alone
These wounds won’t seem to heal, this pain is just too real
There’s just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried, I’d wipe away all of your tears
When you’d scream, I’d fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
You used to captivate me by your resonating light
Now, I’m bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
These wounds won’t seem to heal, this pain is just too real
There’s just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried, I’d wipe away all of your tears
When you’d scream, I’d fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
I’ve tried so hard to tell myself that you’re gone
But though you’re still with me, I’ve been alone all along
When you cried, I’d wipe away all of your tears
When you’d scream, I’d fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
You still have all of me, me, me
Songwriters: Ben Moody / David Hodges / Amy Lee
Although it was easy to choose a song as, after I lost my husband, I loaded up my playlist with songs of loss and heartbreak, it’s not an easy subject for any of us to write about. We have all suffered and felt pain at different times and in different ways and often it lingers with us, eclipsing less significant but happier moments – why is that? None of us like to feel pain but we hang on to it; testament to this is the thousands of songs that have been written about heartache and the millions of people who listen to them. Surely we would all be happier if we only listened to songs that convey a positive message? I don’t know, maybe it’s as Victor Hugo said ““Melancholy is the happiness of being sad.”
This particular song, by Evanescence, is one that I discovered after I lost my husband and, the first time I heard it, it hit me like a sledge hammer. Not only was it stunningly beautiful with an incredibly haunting melody but the lyrics summed up exactly how I was feeling at the time. I desperately wanted to get rid of the pain that I was feeling but I couldn’t let go of the man I loved even though I’d lost him two years previously. It’s now been 5 years and I still can’t listen to this without crying because, although my life has moved on and I am happier now, he still has all of me.
HAPPY SUNDAY!!! I hope that you all have a smile on your face and a song in your heart because today is all about music! Yes, it’s time, once again, for Song Lyric Sunday which is brought to us by the lovely Jim Adams, I’m sure he’d love for you to stop by and check out his blog. If you’d like to take part and share your favourite tunes here are some rules:
HAPPY SUNDAY!!! I hope that you all have a smile on your face and a song in your heart because today is all about music! Yes, it’s time, once again, for Song Lyric Sunday which is brought to us by the lovely Jim Adams, I’m sure he’d love for you to stop by and check out his blog. If you’d like to take part and share your favourite tunes here are some 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.
The prompt for this week is Minutes/Hours/Days/Weeks/Months and here is my choice:
A picture, a date,
It’s hard to believe it
‘But it was only yesterday’,
my memory would lie to me
And those children faces, and mine in that mirror
Oh, I’m not complaining, don’t worry about that
Life spoiled me, I’m having a hard time turning it off
Oh, my God, I’ve had my share
And even more, in so many ways
But when we live too beautifully, too strongly,
We forget that time passes by,
Just like we lose a bit our bearings
In too vast open spaces
We barely have time to get used to it, then we have to step aside – Oh, if only I could
One more night, one more hour,
One more tear of joy
A favour, just like a flower
A breath, a mistake
A bit of us, almost nothing at all
To say everything once again, or to remain silent
With our eyes, just one report
Barely once more, even though it’s late
I never asked for anything, it’s not so much to ask
Come on, compared to eternity, it won’t even show
It will stay between us, oh, just a slight delay
So many people are just killing time,
So much that they end up losing or using it up
So many people lie to themselves, making up dreams
And moments of grace
Oh, I would give up my place in Heaven
If I could be forgotten here on Earth
Once more yesterday
One more night, one more hour,
One more tear of joy
A favour, just like a flower
A breath, a mistake
A bit of us, almost nothing at all
To say everything once again, or to remain silent
One look, just one report
Barely once more, I know it’s late
It’s not much, nothing more than a break
May time and its clock rest a bit
And caress just a kiss, just a kiss
Once more night, one more hour
A bit of us, not much at all
One night
One more night
One more hour
A bit of us
Almost nothing at all
One night
Written By Jean-Jacques Goldman
I first heard this song not long after I moved to France, I was with friends and it started playing on the radio. At the time my French wasn’t good enough to understand all the words, it still isn’t, but I could understand enough to know that it was a woman begging for another night, even another hour with the man she loves. I didn’t realise it at the time but this was the first song that Celine Dion recorded after the loss of her husband and you can hear the pain in her voice.
The melody first caught my attention because it is truly beautiful but then I heard the line:
“Oh, I would give up my place in Heaven If I could be forgotten here on Earth” and I was undone as that was exactly how I felt at the time; the tears choked me but I didn’t want to break down in front of my new friends. Unfortunately the line:
“It’s not much, nothing more than a break May time and its clock rest a bit And caress just a kiss, just a kiss” finished me off and I was sobbing because I could hear the longing in her voice as she whispered “just a kiss”. At that moment and in many moments before and since I would have given anything for one more kiss, one more night, one more hour with my husband…….
The translation I’ve included is not perfect but it’s the best that I can find but I’m not sure you’ll need it as the emotion Celine Dion puts into this song speaks for itself.
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…
How did we get to the end of another week so quickly? I have no idea but here we are again and it’s time for Song Lyric Sunday, our chance to discover new music and and find new blogging friends. Brought to us by Jim Adams (do pop over and say hello, he’d love to see you), this week’s theme is River/Stream/Creek/Brook. If you’d like to play along and I do hope you will because it’s fun, here are some rules for you:
How did we get to the end of another week so quickly? I have no idea but here we are again and it’s time for Song Lyric Sunday, our chance to discover new music and and find new blogging friends. Brought to us by Jim Adams (do pop over and say hello, he’d love to see you), this week’s theme is River/Stream/Creek/Brook. If you’d like to play along and I do hope you will because it’s 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.
Feel free to suggest future prompts.
Have fun and enjoy the music.
Here is my choice for this week:
I see double up ahead
Where the riverboat swayed beneath the sun
Is where the river runs red
Like a King who stalks the wings and shoots a dove
And frees an eagle instead
It’s more or less the same as the things that you said
I see trouble up the road
Like the things you found in love are by the way
And like to cheat on your soul
Like the best and worst of thoughts that lose control
Before you lie on your bed
It’s more or less the same as the things that you said
Anyway for all the things you know tell me why does the river not flow
Anyway for all the things you said tell me why does the river run red
Anyway for all the things you’ve seen tell me when will the river run green
And anyway for all the things you know tell me why does the river not flow
It’s more or less the things you fail to say in your way that’s your trouble
Like a King who stalks the wings and shoots the moon and the stars
And his double
It’s more or less the same as the things that you said
Anyway for all the things you know tell me why does the river not flow
Anyway for all the things you said tell me why does the river run red
Anyway for all the things you’ve seen tell me when will the river run green
And anyway for all the things you know tell me why does the river not flow
I see trouble up ahead
Where the river boat swayed beneath the sun
Is where the river runs red
I see double, that’s my trouble
Songwriters: Damon Minchella / Oscar Lloyd Harrison / Simon Fowler / Stephen Cradock
This song comes from the Moseley Shoals album which was the only Ocean Colour Scene album I ever bought so I definitely cannot be called a ‘fan’. Saying that, I do love this song as it has a real, angry energy and you can’t help but pound along with the heavy rhythm.
As for the lyrics, I could never figure out what they meant but it almost feels as though they are sung by someone with some sort of raging inner battle, faced with two directions and unsure which one to take.
I hadn’t listened to this for absolutely ages so I started playing some of the other tracks on the album; I’d forgotten how good it is! As a bonus I thought I’d also share this song with you, it’s nothing to do with rivers or brooks but I love it and I hope you will too
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
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”.
All About Life 