Song Lyric Sunday. Fear.

This week HelenVahdati has given us the #songlyricsunday prompt. Fear

So Fear, well I decided to go Imogen Heap and Rake lt ln.

This is a song about a woman who has a whole array of torture devices that she is going to subject her poor unsespting boyfriend too. Well the words and music are enough to evoke fear and to that Imogen’s scary screaming voice and you get Fear with a capital F .

Then add to that a very scary video made by some high school students with a very clear message and that too is enough to make you fearful too.

I have used this song and video before but I love the song.

And the Lyrics from A to Z Lyrics.

“Rake It In

I am here again

Tied up in your torture frame
Printed paper, guilty to blame
The story stays the same

Dry me out
Run me down
Burn me out
And rake it in, you rake it in, yeah
Dry me out
Run me down
Burn me out
And rake it in, you rake it in
Rake it in, you rake it in, yeah

A slave upon your plate
I am your dreams, yeah your life and your bait
Selfish schemes, i proceed, you await
You my indefinite hate

Dry me out
Run me down
Burn me out
And rake it in, you rake it in, yeah
Dry me out
Run me down
Burn me out
And rake it in, you rake it in
Rake it in, you rake it in

Do you know what my chopping blocks for?
Do you know what my hanging braids for?
Do you know what my chamber maids for?
Can you guess what I, what I have in store for you?

Dry me out
Run me down
Burn me out
rake it in, rake it in

Dry me out
Run me down
Burn me out
And rake it in, you rake it in, yeah
Dry me out
Run me down
Burn me out
And rake it in, you rake it in
Rake it in, you rake it in, yeah

Rake it in some more

August Stanza 19

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 Ballade.

Image from Pixabay

This angst is here to stay.

Blind to all that is kind

Deaf to all that’s tuneful

Dumb, can’t speak your mind.

Untouched by all that’s soulful.

You are lost, completely without hope

Struggling on from day today

You need to learn to cope

This angst is here to stay.


You have to grow you need to mature

To blossom and to flower

So you can be strong and endure

We rely on you to reach out and take the power.

Take on this mantle you’ve been given

So struggle on from day to day

To fail will not be forgiven

This angst is here to stay.


So are you ready for the task

Your whole life has readied you for this

Open you eyes remove the mask

To clear your senses from the mist

You have help, you cannot resist.

Struggling on from day to day

Pointless to persist

This angst is here to stay.


Are you still deaf and blind

Struggling from day to day

Your fate cannot be refined

This angst will not go away



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