You love them they know, You can’t help them or let them go. There will always be need for extra money, Excuses are always good coated with honey. They will sell their clothes and their belongings too Stand still too long and they’ll sell you. They have no conscience, until it is too late When they have time to contemplate. Always in need, always they want . Sate their thirst you just can’t. They need the next needle, bottle or gamble. They’ll threaten you without preamble. Hide your purse, hide the cash, hide the car keys or you’ll loose them. Then when that happens they will cover up and lie and swear on your life. After the lies comes remorse.
Welcome to Monday’s Music Moves Me. This week’s theme is Songs that make you think of your mom! I miss my Mum so mum she was a wonderful person. Below I have put a biop poem I wrote about her some years ago.
Gentle she was, a young woman of means, beautiful in her Marcel Wave was she A hair dresser with her own salon, a teaser of hair and tresses. Then the quiet Irish man took her eye and her heart. Not impressed were her parents with the young Irish trade unionist from the motor trade. Time eventually brought them round to accept the vows the young couple had made. Grief she bore when her fist born died at six months Brave she was to have more. Three girls then two boys , and two more angels lost in-between. Then after all was finished, came me, making six. Hard she worked to bring us up and support her quiet man who was there for her too. Kind she was, good and open hearted was she. The door was always open to family and waifs and strays Big hearted she was to all who past through our door. Always there she was, with words of wisdom and comfort. Her beautiful heart shone through her eyes. Patient she was but there was temper there if needed, She was not strong or mean but if needed her children and her man she would defend to the death! Beautiful she was in features and in heart There was no task she would not finish if she had made a start. Cried for her daughters she did as her man gave them away And when her sons went too she had a proud day. Together alone by themselves again. Happy she was full of the business of her quiet man. Yet she was always ready to talk and help and ease our pain. Cleaver she was but not school or college wise she was wise in life and love and truth and need. Lonely she was when her man was taken , Wept she did as she wanted to join him. Lost she was without the quiet man . Heart broken she became though she threw herself into caring for grandchildren. Gone she was before her body, her mind and soul went to him. Lost to us she was, a smile here and there maybe a flash of recognition. Unknowing of all around her she was, sad eyed frighted lamb lonely, lonely. Tiny she was sadly lost to us long before, Gone into her mind to find her quiet man. Tears we shed for her,we wept in grief and I in anger because so long had she been gone and I had wanted to talk to her, But gone she really was. Anemones her favourite flowers were they always remind me of her. I forgave her for leaving me and now accept she had to go As by the side of her quiet man was where she had to be. Never to be forgotten.
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First up six songs that personally remind me of my mum.
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Now for the songs that my Mum really loved , everyone I heard them I think of her and her love of Roger Whittaker and the big shows and musical films . I would love to hear her singing along once more.
Monday’s Music Moves Me is sponsored by Marie, Cathy, Alana, and Stacy, so be sure and visit them, where you can also find the Linky for the other participants.
Children love your mother’s they sadly don’t last forever. 💜💜💜💜💜
Is it the blue of the sky With white clouds skudding by Or the blue of the lake Where white bubbles brake. Reflections tease us Reflections please us. Is it up or is it down Is it a smile or a frown. Is the log floating or flying Are those trees or rushes. Reflections tease us Reflections please us. Ripples spreading from the to the center Waters so clear you want to enter Will you sink or will you swim Or will you fly or dive within. Reflections tease us Reflections please us.
This week the prompt songs about Toys. So I have picked two songs entitled Little Tin Soldier…. From different years, different genre’s, one from a group and one from a solo artist and both based on a story written by Hans Christian Anderson.
When I was fourteen I was a regular attendee at the BBC’s weekly chart show Top of The Pops at Lime Grove Studios. I used to with my friend Anne … We loved that time and met many groups and stars among them the Small Faces. Here is Tin Soldier by them , the video though is not of T.O.T. Ps but from ITVs rival show Ready, Steady Go. If your quick you will spot the iconic hosts Cathy McGowan and Keith Fordyce
“Tin Soldier” is a song released by the English rock band Small Faces on 2 December 1967, written by Steve Marriott (credited to Marriott/Lane). The song peaked at number nine in the UK singles chart and number 38 in Canada. It has since been covered by many other notable rock artists.
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Tin Soldier was originally written by Steve Marriott for singer P.P. Arnold, but Marriott liked it so much he kept it himself. It was a song that he wrote to his first wife, Jenny Rylance. P.P. Arnold can be heard singing backing vocals on the song and also performed as guest singer at television recordings of the song. The song signalled a return to the band’s R&B roots whilst continuing their forays into psychedelic rock and other musical experiments. When Tin Soldier was released the BBC informed the band that the last line of the song had to be removed from all TV and radio broadcasts, mistakenly believing that Marriott sang “sleep with you”, when in fact the lyric is “sit with you”. Marriott explained that the song was about “getting into someone’s mind—not their body”. Tin Soldier reached number nine in the UK Singles Chart and remains one of Small Faces’ best known songs.
Talking about the song, and the influence of his wife Jenny, Marriott stated:
The meaning of the song is about getting into somebody’s mind—not their body. It refers to a girl I used to talk to all the time and she really gave me a buzz. The single was to give her a buzz in return and maybe other people as well. I dig it. There’s no great message really and no physical scenes.
The song seems to have been influenced by Hans Christian Andersen‘s fairy tale The Steadfast Tin Soldier, the story of an imperfect tin soldier’s desire for a paper ballerina. The opening lyric is “I am a little tin soldier that wants to jump into your fire”.
Upon reaching No. 73 in the U.S. with this single, their label Immediate Records abandoned its attempts to penetrate the American market. “Tin Soldier” would ultimately be the last song performed live by the Small Faces during their original incarnation; It was performed on 8 March 1969 at Springfield Ballroom (now demolished and replaced by the football stand of Springfield Stadium) in Jersey. Imformation Wik
C’mon!
I, am a little tin soldier That wants to jump into your fire You are a look in your eye A dream passing by in the sky
But I don’t understand And all I need, is treat me like a man ‘Cause I ain’t no child Take me like I am
I got to know that I belong to you I do anything that you want to do I’ll sing any so song that you want me to sing to you
I don’t need no aggravation I just got to make you Got, I said listen, I just got to make you, yes, my occupation
I got to know that I belong to you I’d do anything that you want to do I’d sing any song that you want me to sing to you
All I need is your whispered hello Smiles melting the snow nothing heard Your eyes are deeper than time Say a love that won’t rhyme without words
So now I’ve lost my way I need help to show me things to say Give me your love before mine fades away
I got to know that I belong to you Do anything that you want to do Sing any song that you want me to sing to you
Oh, no, no Oh, no, no I just want some reaction Someone to give me satisfaction All I want to do is stick with you ‘Cause I love you
In 1965 I was twelve years old, I loved fairytales and Donovan among others…. So what could have been more perfect?
From Donovan’s 1965 Album Fairytale Little tin soldier is the beautiful retelling of the Hans Christian Anderson tale The Steadfast Tin Soldier. A lovely story worth the read.
Once in a town in the black forest a little white toy-shop stood. And the little tin soldier with only one leg lived in a castle of wood. And across the room on another shelf stood a little glass case, And a tiny ballerina lived in there all in her dress of lace. And from where the little tin soldier stood they could see each other so clear And the little tin soldier watched over her with a love that was so dear. Then one day sadness came: the tiny ballerina was sold. The little tin soldier was thrown away and into the gutter he rolled. The water carried him to the sea and many far-off lands. He made many children happy as he passed through their tiny hands. And then one day they met again in a house in the land of Eire And when the clocks on the wall struck the midnight hour They jumped into a fire And in that fire they shall stay Forever in the day. For the fire, Lord, is the fire of love, Just like the peaceful dove.
Good morning, is that coffee I smell I reckon Dan or John got here before me and the coffee is on…. Is Linda up she’s had another hard week! Anyway as ever her prompt arrived on time yesterday. Her email said: “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “What’s that smell?” Write the first thing that comes to mind. Enjoy!“
I could share many of all different smells but the best are of Mum’s cooking: Hot cross buns for Easter, cinnamon and dough. Mince pies and sausage rolls Christmas, roast meat and veg Sundays. No smell at all…it had to be Wimbledon fortnight during those weeks Mum was on strike, she loved the tennis so it was salad every day! Tobacco, Dad smoked a pipe it was constantly in his mouth when ever I smell tobacco I think of Dad…I have often smelled that smell for no apparent reason. Summer pudding made with stale bread and fruit always reminds me of mum. Also treacle pudding and custard the first pudding I made hubby we both love it and the sweet smell of it cooking takes me back. Then there is the smell of a baby that sweet milky smell and the aroma of , I can’t describe, of a baby cradled in your arms! Recently we had a blocked drain which luckily hubby had the nouse and tools to fix….that was an awful stink …. undescribable ! Oh! and let’s not forget the smell of a male teenager’s bedroom…. unforgettable, undescribable ! I only had boys so can’t say about girls rooms but a boys 😕! Cabbage , fish, burnt potato all nasty smells. Stale smoke, alcohol and body odour….I could go on but let’s just say there are good smells and bad smells and they all evoke sensory feelings and memories and feelings!
Memories are stirred By senses olfactory The scent of your life
It’s Mental health awareness week this week and Clive at Take it Easy is an advocate for this cause each year having read his posts I am joining him today to highlight the plight of people suffering. Please read Clive’s post the link is above.
Taught Stressed out On the edge Coiled like a spring Cracks starting to show Just ready to combust Primal scream is welling up Had enough, can't take anymore Can't stand still my brain is exploding Need flight, take to my heels, I am empty.
We cannot ignore this Mental health is the poor relation in the NHS.
Di at Pensensitvity101 said : “I’m recycling Teresa’s questions from May 31st 2019 for this week as I haven’t had any time to myself these past few days to come up with something else for you. Truth is not an option, whereas having fun is. You can join in by writing a post with your answers and tag it #FibbingFriday.”
Well I thought let’s go mad and use clips of some of my favourite songs by Sam Ryder , REM, Gary Barlow and Imogen Heap with a random dance clip thrown in 💜
1. What did the fan say?
2. What really kicks off summer?
3. Who rules the world?
4. What is the best thing to do to someone who snores?
5. Who/what was your last unexpected house guest?
6. How does a blanket keep warm?
7. Why shouldn’t you snoop?
8. What is the worst thing that could happen to you?
9. What did the gopher and mole do when they met?
10.What lurks in your backyard?
Bonus question 11. What is the best way to torture someone?
“This week: Your writing invitation is to choose one of the 24 Forms for your poem. You can use the kigo words and phrases from the Part I challenge post HERE, or from the 500 Kigo Words you can use the phrases I’ve created below are three kigo phrases for the Northern Hemisphere. Use one kigo phrase in each of your three poems in whatever order you’d like.”
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