Song Lyric Sunday: The Cycle Of Life.

Jim Adams

Its Sunday and time for Jim Adams to give us a prompt for Song Lyric Sunday this week November 14, 2021 it’s Birth, Death, Life.

Well if you’ve read my blog for any length of time you may of noticed I really love and respect Imogen Heap as a singer, songwriter and musician.

Imogen’s partner is Michael Lebor, a British film maker. In 2014 they had a baby girl Florance, Scout, Rosie, Heap-Lebor..Imogen wrote a fantastic song about Scouts birth and how hard she found being a new mother. She said that she and Micheal thought the were ready and prepared for parenthood, they were not.

What I love about this song and her admittion that for all her money, fame and well of help she found it hard and that made being able to love her new baby hard. I knew this feeling and could remember being scared and alone and not able cope with this Tiny Human that was solely dependant on me! Like most of us Immie got there and Scout must be seven years old now….

“Tiny Human”

Oh my tiny human
At 05:08 you break me apart again
The space-time continuum
Buckles and bends around your every twist and turn

I can barely remember life before
You came crashing in on one day
Crazy beautiful you
Blind me like the dawn
After ashes fell on Pompeii
Crazy beautiful you

A miracle, a mystery
And one short stop away
From joy to misery
When the night becomes day
I give you my every last ounce
You make a pin-cushion out of me
And you can thank me later, babe (if I’m alive)
How long can one live without sleep?

Still I can’t stand to imagine
Life without…
You came crashing in on one day
Crazy beautiful you
Blind me like the dawn
After ashes fell on Pompeii
Crazy bright beautiful you

Suddenly propelled
So many light years from bliss
And completely unprepared
How can anyone deserve this?
I’ve tried, I’ve tried all the tricks in the book, I‚Äôm at my wits end
Now look here what do you want from me!?

I can barely remember life before…
You came crashing in on one day
Crazy beautiful you
From the ashes of Pompeii
To fireworks and champagne
Crazy beautiful you

You little devil, you
Oh I love you so much
It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done
But you’re so worth it
Yes you are
Yes you are
You little devil, you.

AtoZ Lyrics.


Daniel” is a song by English recording artist Bat for Lashes, from her second studio album, Two Suns. It is her best-selling single to date, selling over 46,000 copies worldwide. The song was announced as the lead single from Two Suns in January 2009, then released as a digital download single on 1 March 2009, and as a 7″ vinyl single on 6 April 2009. The track was written by Natasha Khan and produced by David Kosten, as with all tracks on the album. Ira Wolf Tuton from Yeasayer provided the bass lines for the song and Khan did the rest of the instrumentation herself.

To me this song is a out the death of a young man or the death of a relationship….either way it reaks of death to me.

Lyrics

Daniel when I first saw you
I knew that you had a flame in your heart
And under our blue skies
Marble movie skies
I found a home in your eyes
We’ll never be apart

And when the fires came
The smell of cinders and rain
Perfumed almost everything
We laughed and laughed and laughed

And in the golden blue
Crying took me to the darkest place
And you have set fire to my heart

When I run in the dark, Daniel
To a place that’s vast, Daniel
Under a sheet of rain in my heart
Daniel, I dream of home

But in a goodbye bed
With my arms around your neck
Into our love the tears crept
Just catch in the eye of the storm

And as my heart ran round
My dreams pulled me from the ground
Forever to search for the flame
For home again, for home again

When I run in the dark, Daniel
To a place that’s vast, Daniel
Under a sheet of rain in my heart
Daniel, I dream of home

When I run in the dark, Daniel
To a place that’s vast, Daniel
Under a sheet of rain in my heart
Daniel, I dream of home

Source: Musixmatch.


In 1975 I had two of our boys , one nearly two the other new born, we lived on a new housing estate having only recently arrived there so I knew no one, I didn’t drive, as with our previous house I was miles from anywhere. Hubby was away for days on end and when he was working in London he was off early and home very late from work. I was lonely but I had music and 10cc where a big favourite of mine!

“Life Is a Minestrone” is a 1975 song by 10cc released as a lead single from their third album, The Original Soundtrack.

The track was written after Lol Creme and Eric Stewart were driving home from Strawberry Studios and a BBC Radio presenter said something that they only partly heard, but which Creme interpreted as “life is a minestrone”. Stewart and Creme believed the phrase to be a good title for a song on the grounds that life is, according to Stewart in a BBC Radio Wales interview, “a mixture of everything we pile in there”. They had the song written in a day.

So, there we have it Birth, Death,Life.

Oh! Incase you think I cheated with Death represented by Daniel here is Death on Two Legs, on of my favourite Queen tracks. Let’s let Queen explain

Happy SUNDAY EVERYONE ūüíú.

Ronovan Writes D√©cima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 54: (BIRTH) in the D rhyme line.

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You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (FORM and Mourn) here is mine. and this Décima Challenge of BIRTH in the D rhyme line. This means you could write a haiku post using the prompt words. Then do a Décima post using this week’s prompt uniting the two with a common message.
The 2 CHALLENGES are SEPARATE but CAN BE combined if YOU CHOOSE to do so. This week I chose to write a differing Décima to my Haiku.
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Like Dice

Altered carbon and stardust we
Play along the vast universe
Then,thrown like dice it is a curse.
Untethered by mortality
We glide about the galaxy.
Waiting patiently to be called
To join race and be enthralled.
Spiralling down we fall to earth
With pain we experience birth.
To start anew until recalled.

THIS IS PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S D√ČCIMA CHALLENGE.

Mary and Jo Part 25

Today is the twenty fifth day of Advent, Christmas Day. I would like to re-run my take on the Nativity story. I first wrote this in 2011, in the style of prosetry

Irena got there first a huge smile on her face, she was so happy to be doing her real job, even if it was in a strange place. She could not believe the sight that met her eyes, there was a cat and a dog and the lady from up the way and doves covered the skies.
Well she thought we can’t move her now she will have to give birth here in the gazebo! It felt so good to be wearing her blues again, Jo was flapping quietly rubbing Mares’ back pretending he was in control‚Ķ. but that was all in vain!


Annya arrived she almost hurdling the bushes, how are things going she asked Irena, who smiled replied you have made it in time for the pushes. So between the four of them a little babe was born. It was strange it took all night but some how it did not not seem long
Mares seemed so calm , in fact she was serene, Annya was amazed and told Irena for a “first time mum” she was the calmest she’d ever seen. There seemed to be so many people there,angels people later said, with golden flowing hair and bright rings around their heads.
The pets from up the road and the lady too, and some shepherds arrived with their sheep they all wanted to be there too. It all seemed so surreal Oh! was it a dream.Here in the gazebo with doves and sheep and things!! The star above the hotel began to burn so bright it turned the scented garden and gazebo into a haven of light.


And so the babe is born. This the first day of the new dawn. This child has come to lead the way to take us to a better day.
The shepherds brought their sheep as gifts to the young king and his parents in love to keep. Josh has bought his friendship band he placed it in the baby’s hand. The children offered up the paper chains they had made with Mares and she in turn has kissed them all and blew away their cares.
On their way towards the hotel Delph in a limousine our three wise men are approaching fast they want to warn Jo again and fast.
But for now all is light and all is love as the star shines down from heaven above, born for us this day our saviour to wash our sins away.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday Birth/ Berth

Today not long after her Birth we visited the Queen Elizabeth Aircraft Carrier . She, all ships are referred to as she, was in her Berth at Portsmouth Naval Docks. 

She is huge!

Here she is in the same photo as Admiral Nelson’s ship Victory.

A hazy view of here across the water to the right of the Spinnaker taken from Porchester Castle.

Why are ships called she? 

Sailors like to think of their boats as female. They, the ships, take care of thrm and they, the sailors do work for them. Women sailors, seem to like the idea of their vessels as female. 

Writespiration#112. 52 Weeks in 52 Words. Week 16. Backwards.

That tormentor Sacha Black has set us an almost impossible task this week . Our theme is Backwards. BUT, in addition to that, Sacha wants us to write our story backwards‚Ķ!

    Rules and Pingback here


So this is my entry, Backwards Birth.

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Backwards he landed in the midwife’s hands. The light hit his eyes as he escaped the tight dark channel. The struggling went on for hours  he felt that he just had to move or choke. He awoke from his sleep to find his safe place was actually trying to push him out.

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #102 Birth&Cheer

Happy  Birthday  Ronovan !

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This ¬†week ¬†apart ¬†from it ¬†being ¬†Ronovan’s Birthday ¬†the ¬†two ¬†words ¬†for ¬†the ¬†prompt ¬†are¬†Birth&Cheer.

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Birth of the summer

The longest day, shortest night

Drink to Winters Cheer

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Now be of  good cheer

The birth of our  host is here

Now is  the Soltice

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After the long drought

Up went a carousing cheer

New birth at last here

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Wordless Wednesday! Nativity

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The Newbie has arrived

I have become a Grandma , OH! what can I say

A miricle has happend  a new generation born today.

Of ¬†my blood’s blood is ¬†born a boy

A beautiful ,wonderful   bundle of joy

My  boy has  come of age he has become a man

There are not words enough to say how happy I am.

 

Today our son and his wife have given us the most precious gift, new life. The little Newbie I have spoken of for the last nine months.

There are not words special enough to express how happy  and grateful that we feel.

Thank you all for baring  with me. I have one piece  of advice for them , words I hope I have fullfilled. 

 

EvDaDaDec : Nativity

He  burned  bright  he burned high

His  arrival en-blazoned  in the sky.

He had but  a short time on this earth

For  some  reason  he decided mankind  had worth

 

She  was  modest she was pure

All who knew her of  this were sure.

She  was gentle and she was fair

Where ere she walk  goodness filled  the air

 

The quiet  young man at  her  side

Had  believed her  when she  had cried.

The  stranger  who  he  had met on his way

Had  convinced him of her truth that day.

 

To Nazareth for the census count

The girl pregnant with a donkey  for her mount.

In  those  days  you not ring  ahead

So not one inn had  for them a bed.

 

Finally  as her time grew near

An innkeeper  took pity on Our lady  dear.

No room  but  the stable dark  and damp

His  wife  found  blankets and a lamp.

 

I wander if the good wife  stayed

To  help   help the tired  and frightened maid

I’d ¬†like to think ¬†so, so ¬†the young ¬†couple ¬†were not alone

For it would of been very  scary unaided  so far from home.

 

There was love and magic and light from somewhere, all around

Birth though a natural act is tough but somehow in it a miracle can  be found.

The light  draws people in  to see the new born child

There in a manger swaddled  tight,  loved  by  his mother mild.

 

He  burned  bright  he burned high

His  arrival en-blazoned  in the sky.

He had but  a short time on this earth

For  some  reason  he decided mankind  had worth

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Gate Keepers:5

Slowly ¬†shrinking, the horizon falls, as the first light shows off it’s starkness.

The boiling new born sea all fresh and wide eyed watches the first ¬†dawn’s brightness.

All seems safe and brightly lit when of a sudden the sea and sky turn grey.

Boiling rain begins to fall , and screaming at the horrors of ¬†it’s bloody birth this world begins it’s first day.

At first, the sound , a droning  was not upon the ears a threat.

Louder it became slowly encompassing all capturing  as in a net.

Crawling, across the ground, the horrors advanced across the virgin soil

The gate keepers could only watch and despair  at the beginning of their toil.

The faint humming became a drumming louder, louder ever coming

It set the gate keepers feet to fearful running, running.

They fled, they ran , useless though, they were perused becoming sought

They fled like rats from water , faster faster …………. no use before they started they were as good as caught.

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