Song Lyric Sunday. Arm yourself!

Jim Adams

It’s Sunday again and time for our prompt from Jim Adams for Song Lyric Sunday January 16, 2022 – Bomb, Gun, Knife, Weapon.

First up Zombie…. featuring the lyrics bombs and Guns. The Cranberries are a brilliant group .

Zombie” is a protest song by Irish alternative rock band the Cranberries, written by the band’s lead singer Dolores O’Riordan in memory of Johnathan Ball and Tim Parry, who were killed in the 1993 Warrington bombings. It was released on 19 September 1994 as the lead single from their second studio album, No Need to Argue, two weeks ahead of the album’s release. Music critics have long recognised “Zombie” as “a masterpiece of alternative rock”.

“Zombie” reached No. 1 on the charts of Australia, Belgium, Denmark, France, Germany and Iceland, as well as on the US Billboard Modern Rock Tracks chart. The song was voted by Australian radio Triple J listeners as No. 1 on the Triple J Hottest 100, 1994 chart. It won the Best Song Award at the 1995 MTV Europe Music Awards.

In 2017, the song was released as an acoustic, stripped-down version on the band’s Something Else album. In April 2020, it became the first song by an Irish band to surpass one billion views on YouTube. As of May 2021, Zombie has been streamed over 670 million times on Spotify and as of December 2021, has sold 778,942 copies in the United Kingdom.

During the Troubles, more than 3,500 people died and tens of thousands were injured in more than 30 years of the complex and often brutal conflict.The IRA, which was devoted both to removing British forces from Northern Ireland and to unifying Ireland, killed almost 2,000 people during this time. During this time, over 10,000 bomb attacks were perpetrated in Northern Ireland, the Republic of Ireland and Great Britain, in an armed conflict fought between the Provisional IRA, the Ulster loyalist paramilitaries, and the British security forces.

The song was written in response to the death of Johnathan Ball, 3, and Tim Parry, 12, who had been killed in the IRA bombing in Warrington, northwest England, when two devices hidden in litter bins were detonated. Ball died at the scene of the bombing as a result of his shrapnel-inflicted injuries and, five days later, Parry lost his life as a result of head injuries. 56 others were injured, some seriously. Parry died in his father’s arms in Liverpool‘s Walton hospital. The two boys had gone shopping to buy Mother’s Day cards on one of the town’s busiest shopping streets.

“There were a lot of bombs going off in London and I remember this one time a child was killed when a bomb was put in a rubbish bin – that’s why there’s that line in the song, ‘A child is slowly taken’. We were on a tour bus and I was near the location where it happened, so it really struck me hard – I was quite young, but I remember being devastated about the innocent children being pulled into that kind of thing. So I suppose that’s why I was saying, ‘It’s not me’ – that even though I’m Irish it wasn’t me, I didn’t do it. Because being Irish, it was quite hard, especially in the UK when there was so much tension.”— Dolores O’Riordan in 2017, on writing “Zombie”.

Another head hangs lowly
Child is slowly taken
And the violence, caused such silence
Who are we mistaken?But you see, it’s not me
It’s not my family
In your head, in your head, they are fighting
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head they are cryingIn your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
What’s in your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, ohDo, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, doAnother mother’s breaking
Heart is taking over
When the violence causes silence
We must be mistakenIt’s the same old theme
Since nineteen-sixteen
In your head, in your head, they’re still fighting
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head, they are dyingIn your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
What’s in your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, ay, oh, ya yaSource: LyricFindSongwriters: Dolores Mary O’RiordanZombie lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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Love like a bomb from the Brilliant Oasis!

Don’t Believe the Truth is the sixth studio album by English rock band Oasis. It was released on 30 May 2005 by Big Brother Recordings. It reached number one in the UK Albums Chart with first week sales of 237,865, and is the 32nd fastest selling album ever in the UK. The album entered the US charts at number 12, with 65,000 copies sold in the first week, the highest any Oasis album had reached there since 1997’s Be Here Now, although its chart stay was brief. Don’t Believe the Truth went triple platinum in the UK in the first week of 2006 (900,000+ sales), and in the US has sold more than 200,000 copies.

As with the previous album, Don’t Believe The Truth had significant writing contributions from members other than chief songwriter Noel Gallagher, and the album is the first where all duties were divided between the band members. On some of the tracks regular bass player Andy Bell handled guitar, while Gem Archer and Noel Gallagher contributed bass to other songs. Don’t Believe the Truth is the first Oasis record to feature the drumming of Zak Starkey, an auxiliary member of Oasis, who performed and toured with them following the departure of longtime drummer Alan White, and appeared on the DVD praising all members’ contributions. The album received positive reviews from critics, and many cited it as Oasis’s best album in a decade.

Liam Gallagher also had a larger impact on the album through his developing songwriting. Noel has said that the album is his favourite of Oasis’ last four, because all members contributed to it. This, he claims, has given it a different feel from a typically Noel-written Oasis album.

The band embarked on a massive worldwide tour that started off at the London Astoria for their Don’t Believe the Truth Tour, visiting 26 countries and playing to 3.2 million people at a total of 113 concerts. This resulted in the making of Lord Don’t Slow Me Down, a film later released on DVD. To date, the album has sold more than six million copies worldwide.

Love like a bomb is track 4 and written by Liam Gallagher and Gem Archer.

I’m seeing
A whole ‘nother world in my mind
Girl I’m feelin’
And breathing in love all the timeYou turn me on
Yer love’s like a bomb
Yer blowing my mindYou turn me on,
Yer love’s like a bomb
Yer blowing my mindAm I reaching
The world that I want deep inside?
Girl I mean it
And you hold the key to the shrine’Cause you turn me on
Yer love’s like a bomb
Yer blowing my mind’Cause you turn me on
Yer love’s like a bomb
Yer blowing my mindNah Nah Nah
Nah Nah NahI’m seeing
A whole ‘nother world in my mind
Girl I’m feelin’
That we’ve been in love all the time’Cause you turn me on
Yer love’s like a bomb
Yer blowing my mind’Cause you turn me on
Yer love’s like a bomb
Yer blowing my mindYeah I’m seeingSource: MusixmatchSongwriters: Liam Gallagher / Colin ArcherLove Like a Bomb lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Ltd., Kobalt Music Services Ltd Kms.

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Weapon of Choice” is a song by English big beat musician Fatboy Slim from his third studio album, Halfway Between the Gutter and the Stars. It features American funk musician Bootsy Collins. It was released as a double A-side single with “Star 69” on 23 April 2001, as well as a standalone single release, and a 2010 re-release with remixes. The single peaked at No. 10 on the UK Singles Chart.

The music video, directed by Spike Jonze, features actor Christopher Walken dancing around a deserted hotel lobby. It won multiple awards at the 2001 MTV Video Music Awards and won the 2002 Grammy Award for Best Music Video.

You could blow with this
You could blow with that
You could blow with this
You could blow with that
You could blow with this
You could blow with that
You could blow with this
You could blow with that….repeated and repeated !

Source: MusixmatchSongwriters: Andres Titus / Sylvester Stewart / Bootsy Collins / William Mclean / Quentin Leo CookWeapon of Choice – Spike Jonze Video Edit lyrics © Polygram Music Publishing Ltd. Gb, Peep Bo Music, Mijac Music, Mashamug Music, Dizzy Heights Music Publishing, Ltd., Polygram Int. Publishing, Inc.

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Cuts Like a Knife is the third studio album by Canadian singer-songwriter Bryan Adams. Released on 18 January 1983 by A&M Records, the album was a huge commercial success in the United States and Canada, whereas in the UK and other countries, it sold poorly. After the release of Adams’ fourth album Reckless in late 1984, the album would chart on the British album chart and would later be certified Silver by the BPI. It was recorded at Little Mountain SoundVancouver, British Columbia, Canada.

Three singles were released worldwide from the album: “Straight from the Heart“, “Cuts Like a Knife” and “This Time“; the three were responsible for launching Adams into mainstream popularity. A further two singles were released in specific territories.

Drivin’ home this evening
I coulda sworn we had it all worked out
You had this boy believin’
Way beyond the shadow of a doubt, yeahWell I heard it on the street
I heard you mighta found somebody new, yeah
Well who is he baby, who is he
And tell me what he means to you, oh yeahI took it all for granted
But how was I to know
That you’d be letting goNow it cuts like a knife
But it feels so right
Yeah, it cuts like a knife
Oh, but it feels so rightThere’s times I’ve been mistaken
There’s times I thought I’d been misunderstood, ooo yeah
So wait a minute darlin’
Can’t you see we did the best we could, ooo we couldWouldn’t be the first time
That things have gone astray
Now you’ve thrown it all awayNow it cuts like a knife
Yeah but it feels so right
Oh it cuts like a knife
Yeah but it feels so right
Oh it’s cut like a knife
But it feels so right, baby
Oh it cuts like a knife, yeahI took it all for granted
But how was I to know
That you’d be letting goNow it cuts like a knife
Yeah but it feels so right, mmm
Now it cuts like a knife
Yeah, but it feels so rightYeah
Oh it cuts like a knife
Oh oh
But it feels so right, baby
Oh yeah
It cuts like a knife
Now give it to me now
Oh yeah, come on boys, awh
Cuts like a knife, yeah yeah yeah
Na, it cuts like a knife now
It feels so right, yeah yeah
It feels so right, baby
Na na yeah, it feels so right
And it cuts like a knifeSource: LyricFindSongwriters: Bryan Adams / James Douglas VallanceCuts Like A Knife lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management.

Happy Sunday Everyone 💜🙌🙌🙌

Weep in the rain.

The  rain  falls, the  bitter  tears of what we have lost

We have  the  world  at  our  finger  tips  but at  what cost.

Weep in  the  rain, weep  for  the  hope that has  been  killed

Weep  for  the innocents  on  Friday  13th their  blood  was  spilled.

 

Frightened  girls  covered in  lover’s blood,  husbands  holding  dying  wives

Bullets  flying, people dying. Smell of blood and  fear. Shattered bodies shattered lives.

All in  the name of  a faith. Terror, evil , fear  and  hate

We have  learned  nothing  ………. Now  I  fear  it is  too late.

 

Weep in  the  rain, weep  for  the  hope thats been  killed

Weep  for  the innocents  on  Friday  13th their  blood  was  spilled.

Bombs to bodies strapped, terrified  people  trapped will they live or die

I look these  evil  deeds done in  the name of  religion and I cry.

 

Drive  by  a  restaurant, people relaxing. They fire  at  random

Blood on  the pavement  futures, promises  and  hope  all gone.

Weep in  the  rain, weep  for  the  the hope  thats been  killed

Weep  for  the innocents  on  Friday  13th their  blood  was  spilled.

 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Indescribable.Acrostic.

LindaGHill said: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “indescribable.”  Use the actual word in your post or just base your post on something that defies description. My suggestion on this one; think about something that you’re passionate about and just start writing. 

Here is  the pingback

Last  nights horror  in Paris  prompted  me  to  write  this

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It cannot  be happening  again

No man  should  cause  his  fellow  this pain

Does no one  learn  from  what has  gone before

Each not  caring  for  the other, in  the  name of  a  god making war.

“Soldiers”  they call  themselves dressed in  bomb concealing  clothes

Carrying   machine  guns to  shoot innocents  they  do not  know.

Ruining the  ordinary  and  the  sane  and  all in  a prophets name.

In a  second  the  night  was  blown  apart

Bombs  and  bullets  opening up  rivers of  blood at Paris’s heart

Allah would  not  really  want  all those lives  torn  apart

But man  has taken  his  words  and used  them  for his gain

Lost  the  meaning in translation  time  and time  again.

Evil it  seems  is on  the rise  with war  and hate its goal  and prize.

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Le Coeur De Paris

The Day was Different

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We all get up and we all set out at the beginning of another day,we neither speak nor smile to anyone staring in front scared to look either way.

The tired, the lonely, the frightened the left behind all thrown together locked tight inside. The cream and the dregs of mankind.

Hurry, hurry no time to stop. No, no time to think, that would take some doing. You have to look and listen  but you are all too busy, you don’t want to know what is brewing.

Then it all stops. Your eyes can’t see, screams deafen you. Heat and pain dash past sucking you into death, blood and bone. Lost, you are all lost which way is up left or right you are really all alone.Then mercifully you are taken up and lifted into the arms of silent white light, it carries you off and you forget if it is day or night.

Silence, space, emptiness. You open your eyes where are you. Then you are back blood on the ceiling above you God it is true.  You reach to the left you reach to the right  crying out for another human, someone grabs your hand terror takes flight.

You are not alone, so for once you need that soul next to you. Speak now speak they need you too. The day had started just like any other nothing unusual that’s true. As the dust and the noise settle and you wait for aid you hold on tight to the hand of the new friend you have made.

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Poetry Challenge #7 09/09’2012

This weeks poem about war.
I found this amazing story poem in the BBC archives. You can find it here It is a child’s point of view of the beginning of the Blitz. This young lad Len Smith lived in the Eastend of London, the dock area. He would of seen some of the worst air raids of the war.
He would of lost family and friends in these raids. Buildings, schools, homes, libraries swimming baths all would disappear. Over night he life and that of thousands of others changed. The war had come to them, right to their door step. and nothing would ever be the same again.
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People in story: 
Len Smith
Location of story: 
East London
Background to story: 
Civilian
Article ID: 
A2961579
Contributed on: 
31 August 2004
    BLACK SATURDAY

Len Smith

The seventh of September
Was a warm and humid day,
The air so still and peaceful,
The war seemed far away.
But this was an illusion
For on that fateful afternoon
As the East End basked in sunshine
The peace would be ending soon

The wailing of the siren
Heralding the coming raid,
Distant gunfire coming nearer
It was time to be afraid.
‘Come on get down the shelter!’
I heard my father cry,
As a droning air armada
Approached across the sky.

Huddled in the Anderson shelter
We shielded our heads in fear,
As bombs rained down around us
It seemed our end was near.
Shrapnel from the bursting shells
Fell crashing on the tiles.
The ground shook with explosions
That could be felt for miles.

After three long hours of terror,
We heard the all-clear sound.
And shakily we climbed out
From our dug-out in the ground.
All around the sky glowed red,
Dense smoke lay in the air,
Acrid fumes from nearby fires,
Smashed windows everywhere.

We prepared sandwiches and flasks of tea,
Blankets and pillows as well,
For we knew the bombers would come back
As soon as darkness fell.
And sure enough by 8pm
We heard the siren sound
And quickly we retreated to our dug-out in the ground.

All night long the raid went on;
It lasted till the dawn.
So many died that day and night,
So many deaths to mourn.
But this was only just the start,
The real war had begin,
And raids like this would carry on
Through nineteen forty-one.

Bombs hit the docks and factories
Along the Thameside shore,
Churches, schools and hospitals,
And the dwellings of the poor.
From Silvertown to Stratford
And from Mile End to Millwall
The destruction was extensive
And the East End bore it all.

Few of the heroes who served us well
Are still around today,
The wardens, rescue teams and firemen
Who kept the flames at bay.
Many died in action,
As official lists relate,
Their names enshrined forever
On a Canning Town estate.

Mass graves and crumbling tombstones
Tell their story of the war,
When the mighty air armadas
Smashed the dwellings of the poor.
Though more than sixty years have passed
I always will remember
That dreadful day it all began
The seventh of September.

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I do not know anything more about Len Smith except for the fact he was a child when Black Saturday hit London’s Eastend. There was another article written by a Len Smith who join the army it is called ‘Len Smith’s bomb disposal experiences, It is a very interest article too. You can find it here

Poetry Challenge #7 is to create a journal of links and your reactions to poems by established (living or dead poets.) Details are here.  Example response is here. Mr. Linky for Challenge #7 is directly below:

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It is a very interesting article too!

 

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