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

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

Why Is This So Hard????

Since I started this blog a few months ago I’ve written over 125,000 words and, for the most part, they’ve all been pretty well behaved. They pop into my head in their droves, without any real prompting and then just seem to organise themselves into something that I can hand over to you guys. We have fun together, they flow and I ebb and we mosey along at our own pace, holding hands and skipping occasionally. So why is it that, when I try to organise them all into book format they decide that they hate me and they’re going on holiday without me?????

Since I started this blog a few months ago I’ve written over 125,000 words and, for the most part, they’ve all been pretty well behaved. They pop into my head in their droves, without any real prompting and then just seem to organise themselves into something that I can hand over to you guys. We have fun together, they flow and I ebb and we mosey along at our own pace, holding hands and skipping occasionally. So why is it that, when I try to organise them all into book format they decide that they hate me and they’re going on holiday without me?????

It’s not all of them you understand, ‘nice’, ‘then’, ‘if’ and a few others hang around but, to be honest, I think that’s just sheer laziness on their part, they’ve been in my head for so many years they just can’t be arsed to move. Their more exotic counterparts however, have no compunction in sodding of to the beach the second I sit down to write anything longer than 1,000 words – why? It’s not like I don’t look after them and try to make their lives interesting; they spend their time swanning around on blog posts, flexing their muscles and throwing sly winks at the pretty little poems that live on other sites, no-one could call that onerous could they?

You would think that, now they have French words to compete with for my attention, they’d be a little bit more co-operative and make an effort to wrap themselves around my thoughts in an orderly fashion but oh no! However, sneaky I am: offering to bring ‘scurrilous’ and ‘bunbury’ out of retirement, promising to keep ‘antidisestablishmentarianism’ confined to quarters, nothing will get the little buggers to work in a group big enough to warrant the title ‘book’.

Worse even than that is the way that they run around scaring my thoughts so that they panic and go wandering off all over the place. A few hundred words wrapped around a couple of interesting thoughts and there’s perfect harmony, ask for anything more than that and I’ve got anarchy on my hands! Admittedly there are some thoughts that don’t want words wrapped around them and will fight them off kicking and screaming but I really don’t see why that should prompt this kind of rebellion.

I’m not going to give up, I’ll find some way of getting thoughts and words together for long enough so that I’ll be able to wrestle them into a book but until then you’re stuck with the blog I’m afraid…..

Have a wonderful day everyone and, if you have any suggestions for placating words they’d be gratefully received

Lisa x