Song Lyric Sunday 17/8/2019.

This week for #songlyricsunday our host Jim Adams of Newepiauthor said: “Choose a song with the name of another group or singer in the Lyrics.”

My first song choice is Electric Trains from UK Group Squeeze. In mentions Julie Andrews, actress and singer and Jerry Garcia lead guitarist and songwriter from the Grateful Dead. There is even a nod to Bill Hayley and Rock around the Clock.

Electric Trains

When I was crowned a mama’s boy by friends I didn’t like
I made a meal of trips to school upon my father’s bike
I used to sit between his legs perched on a piece of wood
And if it ever rained on us, I’d slip beneath his hood
And at home, the radio was on
From Julie Andrews (Out of my head)
To Jerry Garcia (Playing the Dead)
Life was all fun and games (Fun and games)
(Out of my head) I was out of my head
(Under the bed) And underneath my bed
(Playing the Dead) Playing with electric trains
(Electric trains)
At home the stereo was on
My head was filled with rock
I played a willow cricket bat guitar
And soloed round the clock
My records stacked up in a pile
Collected from the charts and the Top of The Pops
From Julie Andrews (Out of my head)
To Jerry Garcia (Playing the Dead)
Life was all fun and games (Fun and games)
(Out of my head) I was out of my head
(Under the bed) And underneath my bed
(Playing the Dead) Playing with electric trains
(Electric trains)
Kneeling with torchlight shining before me
In bed with my eyeballs stuck in readers’ wives
Pubic hairs proudly counted every day
Many took their story out into the Milky Way
I chased the girls and made them cry, my hair grew down my back
The passing of my teenage years were spent down in the sack
I played guitar and formed a band, I puked up all night long
As people came to sit and stare while I raced through my songs
The Sound of Music passed me by
Just like the Grateful Dead
From Julie Andrews (Out of my head)
To Jerry Garcia (Playing the Dead)
Life was all fun and games (Fun and games)
(Out of my head) I was out of my head
(Under the bed) And underneath my bed
(Playing the Dead) Playing with electric trains
(Electric trains)
Oh, electric trains
(Out of my head)
(Under the bed)
(Playing the Dead)
(Out of my head)
(Under the bed)
(Playing the Dead)
(Out of my head)

AToZ Lyrics

Then the great dance song Move like Jagger as in Mick Jagger by Maroon 5.

Okay I went over the top last week so I am stopping there . Have fun everyone, happy Sunday.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS August 17/19

SoCS badge by Pamela,

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “co-” Find a word that uses “co” as a prefix and use it in your post. Have fun!

Cover me with snow when I die

Unclip my wings, I have need to fly.

Co-ordinate my empty shell

Please send me skyward not down to hell.

Covertly remember the things I did

Completely open up your eyes

To deeds I never hid.

Cover me with snow when I die

Release my coloured soul

Let me fly.

This is part of Lindaghill’s #SoCs

Autumn in the air.

Image © willowdot21

Autumn in the air.

There are blackberries in the hedgerow

And a chill is in the morning air

The red berries are starting to show

Seems Summer’s left without a care.

Conkers in their protective green spiky coats.

Laying expectantly on the ground

The days are getting shorter

And leaves are falling all around

Autumn is a coming I feel it on the air

Summer’s preparing to fold up her deck chair.

Thursday photo prompt: Journey #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a green hill against a misty, grey sky. Across the top of the hill strides a strangely proportioned figure. His head is bowed and he is carrying a staff.

Journey

So the sons of men marched into the unknown. To meet the the Elves and the Dwarves who were gathering in the west. Their journey had begun.

All day they they traveled, the men singing songs of war to keep their spirits high.

Rachel had resumed her wolf form and joined the scouts as they rode ahead to get the lay of the land. She had stopped at a stream to drink from the refreshing water when a cry went up.”Giant on the hill” “No” cried another “It’s Death”

Rachel howled in irrigation and raced up the hill to see what these cretins were making all the noise about. At the top hill she saw the lone figure striding against the wind, striding but not moving.

Immediately she recognised what this was. Laughing inside her head at the ignorance of these scouts she ran down the hill to join them .

Pulling the cloak from the youngest of the men she shifted in to human form and deftly covering herself. “That is neither a giant nor Death ” she said calmly to the scouts as they looked on in awe at the stark figure on the brow of the hill. ” This is a warning mark , my kind erect, these figures to alert any pack of Werewolves that men who hunt us are in this area. We build the figure of a man striding the land with staff in hand, head down following our scent.

The scouts where stunned, then one ventured to ask, “There are men who hunt Werewolves? They actually hunt you, kill your kind?” Rachel looked serious and her eyes flashed, “Yes” she replied taking a deep breath. “These men hunt us but they catch only the weakest , youngest and oldest of us, they do not ever attack any of us that are healthy and strong” Flashing her eyes amber at them she added, “They are cowards.”

The men were stunned by this revelation and ashamed too. “Come said the head scout let’s return to camp my stomach thinks my throat has been cut” So they mounted up and headed back to join the army of the sons of men. The youngest man picked up his cloak from where Rachel had dropped it as she had changed back to her wolf form. As he did he reached out and ran his hand along her back. Rachel froze and was about to turn on him when his words stopped her in her tracks. ” I am sorry for my kind” he whispered, “I could never attack, the young, weak or old of any race.” Rachel spoke to him gently straight from her mind. “I believe you, you have learned a a good lesson today. One word of wisdom, never afford those feelings to a Vampire they are never vulnerable however so they appear”

The young man nodded, and mounted his horse. They all rode back in silent thought, Rachel reading their thoughts satisfied that these men at least we’re on a good journey.

**********

To be continued.

If you wish to read Lisa’s and Rachel’s story up to this point you can find it here.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Challenge.

One-Liner Wednesday. The Sea.

The ocean brings me peace

It’s song my troubles cease.

© willowdot21. 2019.

Wordless Wednesday

Exploring reality?

Sue shares wisdom.

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

flowers moon 020It was one of those conversations where a simple thought ended up taking us a long way. There had been a dream… one of those where it seems more real than reality and a lifetime is lived in the space of a night, and though completely out of context in terms of the waking self, it has its own validity and depth.

In such dreams you have relationships… ones that feel, to the dreamer, to be as full and rounded as in an ordinary day. That’s where the discussion started. How do relationships work in dreams? They are built on memory… How can a dreamer have memories of events neither their dream-self nor their day-self has experienced? And if that is impossible, how can there be relationships of love, friendship, fear? And yet, when we dream, we feel them. An interesting one to ponder…

You could put it down to…

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Twittering Tales #149 – 13 August 2019

The taxi drivers were dropping like flies, suffering from stress! The queue was from purgatory to the gates.
St. Peter was hot and bothered, Michael and Gabriel had a good idea who had who had called every taxi in the city to
Battery Park. Adriel looked confused, Satan chuckled.

(278 Characters)

This latest story about Heaven and Hell was brought to you care of Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales.

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 140 #SynonymsOnly

It’s Tuesday again and time for Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge.

This week I have chosen to do a Nonet.

Our two words for this week are

Light & Dark

His soul was blacker than any night

Lost from the warmth of day was he.

Inocence,pure and bright she

Drawn together where they

Just like night and day

Opposite sides

Two faces

Yin and

Yan

Images from Pixabay

Weekly Song Challenge, Week 26!

Lauravent69 challenge to us all

Lauravent69 asks the questions below and we answer with videos.

1. Post a video of a song about wickedness or evil .

2. Post a video of a song from an animated Disney movie.

3. Post a video of a song that is spooky.

Link back to Lauravent69
Everyone’s tagged. Let’s see what you come up with!

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