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Song Lyric Sunday. Cool/Groovy/Hip/Nifty/Radical/Swell .

This week’s prompt for Jim Adams of NewEpicAuthor is Cool/Groovy/Hip/Nifty/Radical/Swell . A wide canvas for us to choose from. I going to use more than one song this week.

Well I have used this song from George Harrison singing Back long ago when we was Fab.

Fab was a word we used a lot back in the day to describe all things connected with the prompt words. It’s a brilliant video too with Ringo Starr adding to it charm.

When We Was Fab”

Back then long time ago when grass was green
Woke up in a daze
Arrived like strangers in the night
Fab – long time ago when we was fab
Fab – back when income tax was all we had

Caresses fleeced you in the morning light
Casualties at dawn
And we did it all
Fab – long time ago when we was fab
Fab – you are my world you are my only love

And while you’re in this world
The fuzz gonna come and claim you
But you mo better wise
When the buzz gonna come and take you away
Take you away
Take you away

The microscopes that magnified the tears
Studied warts and all
Still the life flows on and on
Fab – long time ago when we was fab
Fab – but It’s All Over Now Baby Blue
Fab – long time ago when we was fab
Fab – like this pullover you sent to me

Fab
And You Really Got A Hold On Me
fab – long time ago when we was fab.

Now in the same vain another song not one hundred percent on prompt but certainly extolls all of it ingredients is Shiny Happy People from REM .

Shiny Happy People”

Shiny happy people laughing

Meet me in the crowd, people, people
Throw your love around, love me, love me
Take it into town, happy, happy
Put it in the ground where the flowers grow
Gold and silver shine

Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people laughing

Everyone around, love them, love them
Put it in your hands, take it, take it
There’s no time to cry, happy, happy
Put it in your heart where tomorrow shines
Gold and silver shine

Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people laughing

Whoa, here we go

Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people laughing

Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people laughing

Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people laughing

Shiny happy people holding hands
People, happy people
People

And let’s throw another golden classic into the mix . What a Swell Party this is. (Well did you Evah) from the film High Society.

Have you heard, amoung this clan
I am called ‘The forgotten man’?
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is!

Have you heard the story of
A boy, a girl , urequitted love?
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is!

What frills, what frocks!
What furs, what rocks!
What gaiety!
It’s all to exquis!
That French champagne!
So good for the brain!
That bands, it’s the end!
Kindly don’t fall down my friend.

Have you heard? Professor Munch
Ate his wife and divorced his lunch.
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is!

Have you heard? The countess Krupp
Crossed the bridge when the bridge was up.
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is!

Have you heard that Mimsie Starr
Just got pinched in the Astor bar?
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is!

Have you heard that Uncle Newt
Forgot to open his parachute?
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is!

It’s great, it’s grand!
It’s wonderland!
What soup, what fish!
That beef, what a dish!
That grouse, so rare!
That aged camembert!
That bab au rhum!
Will you please move over chum?

Have you heard that dear old Blanch
Got run down by an avalanche?
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is!

Have you heard? It’s in the stars,
Next July we collide with Mars!
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is!

What a swellagent, elagent party this is!

So if like us in the UK you are enjoying a Bank Holiday tomorrow have a great day. If your not I hope you still have a great day. Keep smiling and being Cool/Groovy/Hip/Nifty/Radical/Swell

Lyrics for When we was Fab and Shiny Happy People from ATOZ lyrics.

Lyrics for What a Swell Party this is ( Well did you Evah) from Megalyrics.net

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 25/19

LindaGHill said “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “rhymes with rosy.” Find a word that rhymes with “rosy” or use the word “rosy” and base your post on it. Enjoy!

Cosy Rosy

Picked a posy

Took it to give

To sexy Josey

**

Sexy Josey

Laughed at Rosy

Threw away

The lovely posy

**

Cosy Rosy

Refused to cry

Or to even ask why

So nasty was Josey.

**

Deftly Bosey

Retrieved the posy

Presented it

To Cosy Rosy

**

Happy Rosy

Danced with Bosey

They gave not a thought to Josey

Who threw out the posy.

**

Cosy Rosy

Married Bosey

Happy couple

Pitied Josy

Image from explodingdog.

This silliness was bought to you care of #SoCs. Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

Bloggers Bash. It’s not long now.

Just three weeks until the Blogger’s Bash

This is the fifth year’s smash!

I can hardly wait

Meeting friends old and new it’s just great.

The committee will all be there

They plan the Bash with great care.

There will be awards and a competition

All for a reasonable fee for admission.

The Bash comes but once a year

And when comes it brings great cheer.

You can get loads of advice

There will be a panel to answer questions..nice.

So have you bought your ticket

Need a room? you better pick it

You need to make your plans today

The ticket price goes up on the 26th of May.

The Bash is such a lot of fun

A great chance to meet and greet everyone.

The Grange Wellington Hotel. is the Venu

A brilliant day is on the menu.

What’s the point of blogging?

A great post from Sue , about what blogging means to her. 💜

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

Blogging is a commitment… it takes time, energy and work to produce a respectable blog. What starts as a free site often begins to cost money and, every so often, you will wonder whether or not the returns are worth the effort.

A lot depends upon what you want from blogging. It may simply be a place to air your personal views, share your creative work. You may want to make money from blogging and have found that is not as easy as it may seem. It may be an author platform where you can engage with readers, or it may support a cause. What ‘returns’ might you get from blogging, and are they really worth the effort?

Eight years ago, I tentatively set up a WordPress blog, just to see if I could work out how to do it. I had no idea what blogging was about… or why…

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A Gentle Reminder – Ticket Price

It’s getting closer, get your tickets quick!

Thursday photo prompt: Transition #writephoto

Step into the light

To learn to fly

Be a force of right

Don’t give in, just try.

If in shadows you cower

You will only see the half

Open your heart, let it flower

Seize life drink the whole draught.

********

Sometimes it is easier to accept half measures than to strive to understand the whole. Not all make the transition to acceptance and knowledge. Yet we can all try to.

********

This poem is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto.#writephoto

Lord of the Deep . The Bull of Heaven.

Broken

Unwashed, unkingly

The mighty ego returns

To the city and temple

Unrecognised.

Ritual Four

Again I process into the temple, again it’s a huge leap through time and space.

Gilgamesh distraught at losing his brother finds himself outside the Temple of Ishtar.

Shamhat is there and full of vengeance she mocks him. Calling to him to take her and make her his own.

Gilgamesh is afronted. Why he wonders does she mock him so. The answer is blaring clear to all but the mighty ego.

He has let his brother, her lover, Enkidu, perish in the forest. She despises him. It lifts her to see him so broken. So she hits him where it hurts.

Revenge

So sweet but short lived

Shamhat taunts Gilgamesh

No more than he deserves.

Shamhat jubilant in her triumph turns and runs into the temple. She shimmers and glows Goddesses like. Gilgamesh truly riled follows her blindly into the labyrinth of tunnels under the temple.

Woman

Or Goddess

A blur a movement

Entices the fool

Soon he is hopelessly lost.

Driven by anger and pride Gilgamesh follows what he believes to be Shamhat. Totally fooled he does not realize he is in fact chasing the Goddess Ishtar. Deeper and deeper he descends , he knows he must be almost at the centre of the labyrinth of the temple.

Deeper

Into the womb

Of the temple

Of a sudden the way is blocked.

We dance

We are the fates

We twist and turn

And carry the mask

As Destiny demands.
As a fate I look upon Gilgamesh, I have seen him at his best with his brother,yet mostly I have seen him at his worst, selfish, self obsessed, huge of ego.

Dressed

For pureness

Of heart and soul

With white mask

Bull of Heaven.

Gilgamesh faces the Bull of Heaven. The Bull accucuses Gilgamesh of killing Hu-Wa-Wa, Watchman of the Cedar Forrest.

Gilgamesh does not take kindly to this he raises his weapon and rushes at the Bull of Heaven. As he brings his mighty weapon down to kill the beast he realises that it is Enidiku’s axe he is using.

Chopped

Severed to shoulder

Blood spurts

No raging Bull

Masked ripped from the face

What face

No! It is ENKIDU’S face.

With the other fates I look and hope that Gilgamesh will learn . We know he will not..

Gilgamesh stands to the left side of a portal. Enkidu rises from the dead and stands to the right of the Portal. We fates are lead one by one through this portal of inner learning and receive a blessing from Anu and Aruru.

Everyone in the Temple passes through the portal and receives a blessing except Gilgamesh and the dead, again Enkidu.

Three Days

Three endless days

Gilgamesh runs the tunnels

Of the temple.

Stumbling he falls

Into the holy of holies.

The Devine council

Give him audience.

The Devine Council point out Gilgamesh’s short fallings. I as a fate am amazed he accepts their words … I, for one do not believe him.

Gilgamesh

Humble King

He with Ego

The size of the moon

Returns to Uruk

He has determined

To travel to paradise

To bring back the herb

The herb of immortality.

And so Gilgamesh returns to the city and washed, and then meet his mother Ninsun.

He tells her that the Forrest monster is dead.

She asks where is Enkidu, her heart is saddened by the news that he is dead.

Gilgamesh tell her he is going to find the herb that will bestow immortal life on his people.

A mother

Torn with grief

A mother loves her son

Even when that son is not worthy.

Ninsun, mother, Goddess.

Sends Gilgamesh off with her blessing.

So Gilgamesh leaves on his new quest with his mother’s blessing. He professes to be changed,he says he is sorry. He says he is doing this deed selflessly. I do not believe my ears as I hear him say.

Who is the handsomest

Of men

The bravest of heroes

Who killed the Bull of Heaven

Obliterated the Forrest Demon

Who will find Utanpishtim

And bring back his herb of

Immortality for my people

Who?

As I listened, my heart sank. I was so tired as I left the temple.

Back

Through time

I stepped

Time and space

From the city of Uruk

To Buxton wet, windy and cold.

The photo of the Bull of Heaven is by Sue Vincent.

Chapter 16: The Land Of Winged Bulls: Enki’s Domain

A beautiful post from Janmaligue

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