Song Lyric Sunday. Past, present, future .

Jim Adams

It’s Sunday and time for Jim Adam’s Song Lyric Sunday. This week the prompt is Past , Present and

First Train Home” is a song by British singer/songwriter Imogen Heap, and the only single off her third solo album Ellipse.

I really love Last train home, by Imogen Heap. To me it’s about a woman lost and locked up in a present that she doesn’t want to be part of. Her only escape is to get in away on the first train home to her childhood where things were simpler. Here future depends on her escaping now!

The actual story is that Immie was going to start working on her new, at the time 2009, album Ellipse when a friend invited her down to Brighton. Imogen went against her better judgement and spent the whole evening wishing she was back home working on her music. She did infact catch the first train home and work on her music. So she was caught in the present, but wanted to be back in her past and her future depended on it!

First train home.

Bodies disengaged our mouths are fleshing over.
Is this an echo game irises retreating
To ovals of white.
The urge to feel your face
And blood rushing to paint my hand print
A Frisbee one by one
Your vinyl on laminate
Desperate for some kind of contact.First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home I’ve got to get on it
To Catch to catch to catch catch catch.
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First Train homeTemporal dead zone where clocks are barely breathing
Yet no one cares to notice for all the yelling
All night clamor to hold it together.
I want to play don’t wait forms in the hideaway
I want to get on with getting on with things
I want to run in fields paint the kitchen
And love someone
And I can’t do any of that here can I?First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First Train homeSo what? You’ve had one too many.
So what? I’m not that much fun to be with
So what? You’ve got a silly hat on
So what? I didn’t want to come here anyway.What matters to you doesn’t matter matter to me.
What matters to me doesn’t matter matter to you.
What matters to you doesn’t matter matter to them.
What matters to them it doesn’t change anything.Got to get on it first train home
Got to get on it first train homeFirst train home I’ve got to get on it
(I’ve got to get on it)
To catch to catch to catch-catch catch.
(First train home)
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home.
(First train home)To go to go to go
Get get get get
Out out out out
Now now now nowSource: LyricFindSongwriters: Imogen Jennifer Jane Heap

The Shangri-Las were an American pop girl group of the 1960s. Between 1964 and 1966, they charted with several hits documenting teen tragedies and melodramas. They remain known for their hits “R emember (Walking in the Sand)“, “Give Him a Great Big Kiss“, and in particular, “Leader of the Pack“, which went to #1 in the US in late 1964. I could try to explain this strange song to you but I am going to leave it to Martin Crookall and his post The Infinite Jukebox: The Shangri-Las ‘Past, Present and Future’from February 8th 2021

Please visit Martin’s post.

The past, past, well now let me tell you about the past
The past is filled with silent joys and broken toys,
laughing girls and teasing boys,
Was I ever in love? I called it love- I mean, it felt like love,
There were moments when, well, there were moments whenPresent, Go out with you? Why not
Do I like to dance? Of Course,
Take a walk along the beach tonight? I’d love to,
But don’t try to touch me, don’t try to touch me
Cos that will never happen again,
Shall we danceThe future, Tommorow? well tommorows a long way off
Maybe someday I’ll have somebody’s hand
Maybe somewhere someone will understand
You know I used to sing- a tisket a tasket a green and yellow basket
I’m all packed up and I’m on my way and I’m gonna fall in love,
But at the moment it doesn’t look good
At the moment it will never happen againI don’t think it will ever happen again.Source: LyricFindSongwriters: Artie Butler / George Morton / Jerry Leiber

Happy Sunday Everyone 💜

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 6, 2021

Badge by Shelley Krupa.

Here we are on Saturday and our host LindaGHill has set up our SoCs prompt : Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “close eyes and point.” Grab the closest printed material to you when you sit down to write your post, open it up (if it’s a book, flyer, etc.), close your eyes, and point. Whatever your finger lands on, use that as your prompt. Have fun!

Thanks. The nearest printed matter was a card from our middle son. I followed the instructions to a T. What I ended up with was THANKS. Well what can I do with that I asked myself, well I can celebrate it. Funnily enough it’s cropped up a lot this week. Firstly the card.

From our middle son, thanking us for helping him achieve something he never thought he might.

Then there were the flowers from hubby as a thanks for looking after him while he has been unwell.

Then there was the phone call from eldest son who said Thanks so much for being an ear and shoulder while he got through isolation and Covid the other week, miles away and on his own.

Just when I thought I was thank you’d out I got this what’s app from youngest son.

[05/11, 07:48] Hi Mum, I was thinking you of you this week. Especially when I was ironing the boys school shirts
Thanks for doing mine for all those years 😊

Well I thanked them all and I have to admit they all made me feel a million pounds, so I made sure I thanked them back .

Such a tiny word
Yet it means so very much
It lifts the spirits.

THIS IS PART OF LINDAGHILL’S STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS.

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