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Song Lyric Sunday: Coulda, Shoulda !

Good Sunday Morning everyone and welcome to Jim Adam’s Song Lyric Sunday again. This week’s prompt is: Songs that reached #2 on the charts, but never got to #1.

So I have chosen The Rhythm Of Night by Corona, I remember my eldest used to go to all night raves and this is one of the tracks that was big back in the day. It never reached number 1 which is strange but not everyone can be number one everytime, even The Beatles had 5 songs not make number one…the list goes on and I am not going to go there it because we’d be here forever.

The Rhythm of the Night” is a song by Italian Eurodance group Corona. It was released as their debut single in 1993 in Italy, then elsewhere the following year. The song is the title track of the group’s debut studio album, The Rhythm of the Night (1995), and was written by Francesco Bontempi, Annerley Emma Gordon, Giorgio Spagna, Pete Glenister and Mike Gaffey. It was produced by Bontempi, and the vocals were performed by Italian singer Giovanna Bersola, who is not credited on the single and does not appear in the music video. The woman who appears in the video is the group’s frontwoman Olga Souza. The video was A-listed on Music TV-channels, such as Germany’s VIVA. The song was a worldwide hit in 1994, peaking at number-one in Italy, and within the top five in most of Europe, while in the US, it fell short of the top ten, reaching number eleven on both the Billboard Hot 100 and the Cash Box Top 100.

Australia (8), Austria (6), Denmark (4), France (3), Germany (8), Iceland (4), Ireland (3), the Netherlands (5), New Zealand (7), Scotland (2), Spain (3), Switzerland (3) and the United Kingdom (2). Additionally, it was a top 20 hit in Belgium (13) and a 30 hit in Sweden (28). In the United States, “The Rhythm of the Night” reached number eleven on both the Billboard Hot 100 and the Cash Box Top 100.

The song was credited to Francesco Bontempi, Annerley Emma Gordon, Giorgio Spagna, Pete Glenister and Mike Gaffey. In 1987 the Pete Glenister and Mike Gaffey written song “Save Me” performed by German pop duo Say When! was released. The Rhythm of the Night borrows heavily from this track, namely the music and specifically the lyrics “Round and round we go, each time I hear you say”, along with other similar lyrics shared by the two songs. As a result, the two received writing credits on The Rhythm of the Night.

At the time she got the gig, Italian singer Giovanna Bersola suffered from stage fright, and would only be doing studio work. Brazilian singer Olga Souza would be fronting the song on stage and tour instead of Bersola, as well as in its accompanying music video. Bersola told in a 2021 interview, “The studio was safe for me, it was no windows, just me and the music. It was a time when dance and euro house music was very prolific in Europe and I was living in Italy at the time, so I was singing three or four songs a day as a session voice.” According to Souza fronting the group instead of her and that they didn’t use Bersola’s image on the single cover, she felt that it suited her, “That gave me the freedom to be absolutely no one.” Bersola is no longer suffering from stage fright and now lives in New Zealand. “The Rhythm of the Night” was released in 1993 in Italy, and the following year, it was released internationally.

The song was an even bigger hit on the dance charts. It peaked at number one on the French dance chart, number two on the Canadian RPM Dance/Urban chart and the European Dance Radio chart, number three on the UK Dance Chart, and number seven on the Billboard Hot Dance Club Play chart in the United States. information Wikipedia.

Here is Giovanna Bersola stage name Jenny B actually on stage and singing Rhythm of the night and Love so free.

This is the rhythm of the night
This is the rhythm of the night

You could put some joy upon my face
Oh, sunshine in an empty place
Take me to turn to
And babe, I’ll make you stay
Oh, I can ease you of your pain
Feel you give me love again
‘Round and ’round we go
Each time I hear you say

This is the rhythm of the night
The night, oh yeah
The rhythm of the night
This is the rhythm of my life
My life, oh yeah
The rhythm of my life

Won’t you teach me how to love and learn?
There’ll be nothing left for me to yearn
Think of me burn
And let me hold your hand
I don’t wanna face the world in tears
Please think again, I’m on my knees
Sing that song to me
No reason to repent
I know you wanna say it

This is the rhythm of the night
The night, oh yeah
The rhythm of the night
This is the rhythm of my life
My life, oh yeah
The rhythm of my life

This is the rhythm of the night

This is the rhythm
This is the rhythm
This is the rhythm of the night

This is the rhythm
This is the rhythm
This is the rhythm of the night
I know you wanna say it

This is the rhythm of the night
The night, oh yeah
The rhythm of the night
This is the rhythm of my life
My life, oh yeah
The rhythm of my life
This is the rhythm of the night

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Peter Wilfred Glenister / Giorgio Spagna / Annehley Gordon / Francesco Bontempi / Michael Gaffey

The Rhythm of the Night (Rapino Bros 7″ single) lyrics © Bmg Rights Management (uk) Limited, Extravaganza Publishing, Intersong Music Ltd, Bug Music Ltd, Extravaganza Publishing Srl

HAPPY SUNDAY EVERYONE 💜💜

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 11, 2024

Linda has had a busy and tiring week but she has still managed to come up with our weekly SoCs prompt: “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “loan/lone.” Use them any way you’d like. Bonus points if you use both. Have fun!”

Here we go again the idiosyncrasies of the English language again. Two words that sound the same and yet mean vastly different things in both English english and American english.
Linda has given us Loan and Lone to play with this week.
A loan is really anything borrowed as in money, tools, equipment,clothes ect? All loans need to be payed back. If you take a loan from a business you often have to payback with interest, eg, a mortgage , bank loan or even worse a private loan. If a loan is for a family member it comes with no interest and occasionally it’s written off ( well that’s how hubby and I view it) .

God looked at Gaia and said
“We loaned them this planet and now it’s near dead.”
Gaia cast her eyes down
“They’ve not made any repayments” she frown.
“Why are they so selfish, these creations of mine?
Did I give them too much forgetting to teach them to tow the line.”
“I think you have made a mistake
You have let them take take take.”
God looked sad and said “I don’t mean to moan “
Raising her hand Gaia said “Call in the loan “

*****

Then there is Lone as in Lone Wolf, Lone Ranger, as in alone, to be one to travel, live or work singularly.

The lone animal separated from the pack or the herd is easy prey to the hunter, man or creature. Most animals hunt in packs though of course there are those who hunt alone.

The dog walks through the town he’s been on his own for months now he’s tired of being alone. Tired of dodging kicks stealing food and having no one to love. As the sunsets he find the beach.

A lone man stands on the beach
All goals and hopes smashed and out of reach. Job, family, love and home.The bottle’s content is his only friend.
He’s cold and tired, lost all hope,
The sun sets , he’s at the end of his rope
Water laps his feet, tears burn his eyes he cannot cope.
Emptiness eats his soul the pain is deep like a cancer he is lonely.
A wet nose touches his hand, a lone dog is standing by him.
They turn away from the water and man and dog walk into the sunset together, not alone towards a new dawn.

Part of LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

Thursday Doors Writing Challenge 2024. What lies in wait.

TDWC 2024 Badge

Dan Antion has invited us to take part in “The Forth Annual Thursday Doors Writing Challenge which officially began on Wednesday, May 1st. The challenge runs the entire month of May. You can submit as many entries as you like. If you want to join the fun, pick a door, write a story, poem, novel, screenplay, musical score – anything at all – as long as it’s inspired by that door image. The completed entries and images to use are in the gallery on Dan’s page along with the Rules .

I have written a little “prosetry” an almost story/ almost poem about a hungry Vampire. Can you see her in the shadows?

What lies in wait?

In the shadows she stands jealously watching those who walk in the sun.
Fingers ripping at her skin,slowly her blood drips down her white face.
Longingly, she weaves her dreams where her hopes are spun.
Watching those who live in the light, her thoughts so dark.
She wants their bodies, she craves their souls
She needs their blood and to devour them whole.
Her eyes searching for a victim to lure
To infect a victim, her motives unpure.
She watches as a young man walking home.
The burning ache deep within her drives her to distraction.
She aches for him, she burns for him she cannot find satisfaction.
Blood lust makes her bold and brazen she steps out of the shadows to catch his eye.
He moves towards her in the shadows
Excited by what he sees. Her body barely covered by her cloak.
Attracted by her jet black eyes and her skin so white
His juices rising from deep within …a desperate need to taste her.
Come, she whispers licking her lips
He slides his hands along her hips
She acts all soft and coy
Moving her body into his, he’s suddenly filled with joy.
He thinks she likes him, that he will have his way
Unsuspecting he follows her deeper into the shadows.
Away from human hustle and lights they move away
The danger lights should be flashing , the warnings he refuses to see
Too busy to notice her eyes change colour and her lips flush blood red.
She lets him slip inside of her she still likes to feel desired
She lets him reach his highest delight, as her fangs sink in his neck.
She sucked him dry and for a second mourned before leaving him for dead.

Wordless Wednesday Blogeley 💜💜💜

part of Hugh’s and Terri Webster Schrandt’s Wordless Wednesday.

Ovi Poetry Challenge 47: THRIVE is your inspiration.

Deep within Gaia’s womb life stirs
Awakes prepared for what occurs
To grow and thrive amongst the firs
The forest fern is triumphant

Throw at me whatever you will
I shall withstand all and thrive still
I will survive your bitter pill
Smiling as I greet the sunshine

This is part of Ronovanwrites Ovi Poetry Challenge.

LindaGHill One-Liner Wednesday. Family communications.

Hubby had a doctor’s appointment today , he went early as our reception staff can be very picky if you are even a few minutes late and will send you away….. Not so the doctors you can wait ages to see them with no recourse!

Here are some of today’s WhatsApps between us while he waits and waits!

Hubby: I’ve arrived 🤣🤣

Me :👌
Hubby: Thank you 🥰❤️
Me: 💜
Hubby 10 minutes later: Still waiting 😭
Me: That’s not unusual 😲😞
Hubby: Noooooooooooo😱
Me:

Hubby: 🤣🤣🤣🌹

Last I heard he was still waiting at least 20 minutes after his appointment time. 😲

Part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday

24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, No. 33, 5/7/24, Part I, The Beginning of Summer.

The 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry challenge for #TankaTuesday focuses on the Beginning of Summer. It encourages poets to use kigo words or phrases related to the season in their syllabic poetry. Find inspiration in the seasonal changes and embrace the vibrancy of the month.

How does this time of year affect you where you live? Think about the seasonal changes. What descriptive words come to mind? If they work to define the season you’re in, add them to your kigo list.

This week I have settled on doing an Abhana (which is a 4-line stanzas with 6-6-6-4 syllables each. L2 and L3 rhyme. The end rhyme scheme is abbc) My Kigo words are, spring blooms, summer sun, silver moons , chanable weather..

Perfidious summer

Weather confounds me now
Everywhere pink spring blooms
Nights full of silver moons
Fluffy clouds drift.

Yesterday, high summer
Monday a wet Autumn
Today thick fog then sun
Who knows what’s next

Summer waits in the wings
I think she has stage nerves
The fields full of spring herbs
It’s all quick change

Ladies when you’re ready
Get your act together
We can’t wait forever
Make up your minds

Part of Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge.

MMMM Latinish.

Hello and welcome to M.M.M.M. this week we are to go with a Latin signature! So to start with I am going to include a poem I wrote back in December 2012

I need to Tango Tango, I mean the whole fandango. I need to strut and and grind I need to Tango. I need to step and side step I need to spin and twirl I maybe in the body of an older woman but at heart I am still a girl.

I need to meet the eyes of dark haired man. I need him to hold me to him, to move me , he can can can! I need the high heels I need a red dress I want the rush I need the sex I know I will blush blush blush!

I want to Tango Tango I need to dip and angle I need to sway, and over, a strong arm to dangle. I need excitement I need distraction I really crave satisfaction, action action action!

I need to fondle and be fondled. I need to excite and be excited OH! I need to Tango Tango I need to see a man go wild and spin me off my feet. I need to Tango Tango I want to tell everyone so I shall tweet tweet tweet!

I need to Tango Tango in a new dress and some spangols !I need to glide and swirl I need to to pretend and in my head be a dizzy dizzy girl !

And now the music .

Monday’s Music Moves Me is sponsored by Marie, Cathy, Alana, and Stacy, so be sure and visit them, where you can also find the Linky for the other participants.

What do you see # 237- May 6, 2024 Angel in Pain.

Sadje at Keep it alive said: “Welcome back to another WDYS prompt“

Rules;

You can write a post on your blog and create a pingback to link to the original post.
Write an original story, poem or a caption.
There is no limit to words or format but keep it family-friendly.
If you post a response before next Sunday, I will be able to add it to my roundup post.
I will do a round-up next Sunday before the next Prompt is posted.
It is always helpful if you can give your post/story/poem a title.
There are issues with pingbacks in WordPress these days. So please paste a link of your post in the comments section so that I don’t miss anyone in the roundup post.

Please tag your responses with

#Whatdoyousee

Or

#WDYS

Does this picture inspire you to write something?

***Image credit; Marianna Smiley*** @ ***Unsplash “Thrive” by Danial Pooper a sculpture in Fort Lauderdale, Florida.***

For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a giant female figure who is opening her chest to show the greenery inside. There are cracks on the visage and torso of this sculpture.

Angel in Pain

I saw the Angel at the grave weeping tears.
The weight grief she carried, through the years

It hurt to see the angel so, such a burden she had to carry.
The hate and betrayal all around I wondered why she’d tarry.

Her tears were real I touched I know.
I wondered what on earth had made this lacrimo flow.

She told me all that she had seen and places she had been.
The trenches of Ypres, concentration camps and bloody fields at Waterloo. She’d held dying men and abused women and children too.

The world is not improving even after all that she has tried .
To help us toward peace and love is always pushed aside.

She asked me for my help, I was indeed surprised.
I a mere mortal who has sinned and lost all pride.
Reaching out a hand to me , she touched my chilled skin.
To my great surprise she was warm that set me wondering.

How could marble feel like flesh, my heart began to pound
I looked into her blue eyes another wonder there I found.
As well as tears I saw great knowledge gained from living life too long.

She offered me a bag of seeds the like I had never seen
She begged plant them where I stood among this grass so green.
I asked her what the seeds were and why upon this slope.
She looked at me with pleading eyes and whispered “These are the seeds of hope!”

I was holding in my hands the hope for all the world,
It was a terrifying thought. To keep them safe, my fingers gently curled .

Plant them please, plant them now and make a vow.
Tend these most important seeds, watch them as they grow.
I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders as those tiny seeds I then did sow.I saw the Angel at the grave she was weeping tears. The weight of all the grief she had seen, years of pain and fears.

It hurt me to see the angel so, such a burden she had to carry. The hate and betrayal all around I wondered why she should tarry.

Her tears were real I touched them so I know. I wondered what on earth had made this lacrimo flow.

She told me all that she had seen and places she had been. The trenches of Ypres, concentration camps and bloody fields at Waterloo she had held dying men and abused women and children too.

The world is not improving even after all that she had tried .To guide and help and educate us toward peace and love . It was always pushed aside.

She asked me for my help, I was indeed surprised. I am a mere mortal who has sinned and lost all pride. Reaching out a hand to me , she touched my chilled skin. To my great surprise she was warm that set me wondering.

How could marble feel like flesh, my heart began to pound I looked into her blue eyes another wonder there I found. As well as tears I saw great great knowledge gained from living life too long, not the type we learn from college.

She offered me a bag of seeds the like I had never seen she begged plant them where I stood among this grass so green. I asked her what the seeds were that she asked I plant upon this slope. She looked at me with pleading eyes and whispered they are the seeds of hope!

I was holding in my hands the hope for all the world, it was a terrifying thought so around them, to keep them safe, my fingers gently curled .

Plant them please, plant them now and make to me one vow. Tend these most important seeds, watch them as they grow. I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders as those seeds I began to sow.

The angel sighed so gently I nearly didn’t hear.
She touched my face and told me not to fear.
She looked so very tired, she looked so very old.
Then suddenly with no fuss she once again was made of marble cold.

Song Lyric Sunday: American Idol.

Good Sunday Morning everyone. It’s time for Jim Adams Song Lyric Sunday. .

May 5, 2024 – Songs by performers from American Idol suggested by Nancy aka The Sicilian Storyteller. This is Nancy’s final week as guest host and what a Stirling Job she has done providing us with great prompts. Yea! Nancy.

Now I am from the UK so in fact I have never watched American Idol. So I have done a lot of YouTube and Wikipedia traling. I have come up with four of the “best” according to YouTube. These are the ones that caught my ear and some information about them. I know I am supposed to give the lyrics but that would make this post way too long so I am going to break the rules this week…. 😱 So here we go first up is “Dibesh Pokharel (born October 24, 1997),known by his stage name Arthur Gunn, is a Nepalese-born American singer-songwriter from Wichita, Kansas, who came to national attention in 2020 as the runner-up finalist on the eighteenth season of the singing reality show American Idol. He started singing in 2014 and is known for his “textured, sandpapery” vocals. He released his eight-song debut album, Grahan, in early 2018. He released another album, KHOJ, in 2019 with singles including “Ma,” “Khoj” and “Karnali (The River). More information here. “

Second up is “Catie Virginia Turner (born February 14, 2000)^[4][5] is an American pop singer. She rose to prominence as a contestant on sixteenth season of American Idol, placing in the top seven. In September 2019, Turner further gained notoriety after her song “Prom Queen” was used in the trailer for Shane Dawson‘s web series The Beautiful World of Jeffree Star, which gained over 11 million views in just one week. She has released four EPs: The Sad Vegan as an independent artist, followed by Heartbroken and Milking It, Comedy & Tragedy: Act I, and Comedy & Tragedy: Act II with Atlantic Records. More information here.”

Third on the list is “Abi auditioned in Los Angeles. She sang “What Was I Made For?” by Billie Eilish, from the Barbie film soundtrack. All three judges voted “yes”, sending her to the next round.

One week later, the judges surprised her via a video message at the Palm Springs Street Fair, where she frequently gigs, informing her that her Golden Ticket was upgraded to a Platinum Ticket, which enables her to skip the Idol Arena stage. More Information Here“

Last but nowhere near last “Walker Burroughs auditioned in Louisville. He sang “Love Like This” by Ben Rector and “Hello” by Lionel Richie. All three judges voted “yes”, sending him to the next round. Read more here. “

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Then I found this , one of my favourites James Blunt singing with IAM Tongi. William “Iam” Guy Tongi (born September 1, 2004) is a singer who won season 21 of American Idol. He is the first person from Hawaii, the first Pacific Islander, and the first non-country singer in three years, to win the competition. He is also the first winner to have been born after the show’s premiere on June 11, 2002. More information here.