Song Lyric Sunday: Drink.

Today Helen Vahdati has given us the Song Lyric Sunday prompt of Drink.

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Well I didn’t have to think hard about that one I adore Sia and Chandelier is such a great social comment on the drink culture of the young today that I instantly had my first choice.

My second choice is not going to be a popular one, as it is by The Bloody Irish Boys… Oh! I love their music it is loud, brash, unintelligible but so full of life!

Lyrics from Musicmatch

Streams of Whiskey.
Last night as I slept
I dreamt I met with behan
I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day
When questioned on his views
On the crux of lifes philosophies
He had but these few clear and simple words to say
I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing

I am going, I am going

Where streams of whiskey are flowing
I have cursed, bled and sworn
Jumped bail and landed up in jail
Life has often tried to stretch me
But the rope always was slack
And now that Ive a pile
Ill go down to the chelsea
Ill walk in on my feet
But Ill leave there on my back
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
Oh the words that he spoke
Seemed the wisest of philosophies
Theres nothing ever gained
By a wet thing called a tear
When the world is too dark
And I need the light inside of me
Ill walk into a bar
And drink fifteen pints of beer
Iam going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
Where streams of whiskey are flowing

Finally another Irish song, Whiskey in the jar by Thin Lizzie. I could not do a song lyric Sunday without it.

There you go three songs💜 Happy Sunday everyone.
#songlyricsunday.

August Stanza 5,Gone.

It is August and so Jane is doing : a chain of images each one suggested by the last word in the preceding poem. They’ll be short, a single image of just a few lines. It will be interesting to see where it ends up by the end of the month.

Kat will be doing short 3,4, or 5 line poems no syllable counts of rhymes, starting with the word ‘August’ on the first day. The last word of the poem will be the first word of day two’s poem, and so on until the end of the month.

Finally I shall be doing all types of poetry but each poem will start with the last word in the preceding poem.

Todays poem is a Senryu

Gone.

Gone the lost hopes of past years

Hope is beckoning

Reborn from the ash of fears.