Song Lyric Sunday. Feet! And Feet Covering.

Jim Adams

It’s Sunday again and time for Song Lyric Sunday, our host Jim Adams has another guest prompter for May 8. It’s, Socks, Shoes, Boots, Feet suggested by Paula of Light Motifs II.

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Apart from the fact I love this song and video I don’t know much background to it. I love the story of the boy and girl going their separate ways but their paths cross until in the end they become a couple , if you love them set them free.

So my first song is about Feet as in Now my feet won’t touch the ground, written by Coldplay (Guy BerrymanJonny BucklandWill Champion and Chris Martin), it is track 8 on Prospekt’s March which  is the seventh EP by British rock band Coldplay and their first since Remixes (2003). It came out on 21 November 2008 in Europe and Japan, enjoying a worldwide release during the following week. The EP features several left-over tracks from the Viva la Vida or Death and All His Friends studio sessions and was also made available in the album’s deluxe edition .

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Let me go boys, let me go
Push my bone from the highest cliff to the sea below
Rocks are waiting boys, rocks are waiting
Swoop down from the sky and catch me like the bird to prey

Now my feet won’t touch the ground
Now my head won’t stop
You wait a lifetime to be found
Now my feet won’t touch the ground

Singing now my feet won’t touch the ground
Now my head won’t stop
You wait a lifetime to be found
Now my feet won’t touch the ground

Now my feet won’t touch the ground

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Christopher Anthony John Martin / Guy Rupert Berryman / Jonathan Mark Buckland / William Champion

Now My Feet Won’t Touch the Ground lyrics © .Universal Music Publishing Group.

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Now for shoes I picked Crocodile Shoes by Jimmy Nail. Jimmy Nail is a singer and actor and he is one of my favourite artists.

Crocodile Shoes is an album by Jimmy Nail consisting of “original songs from the BBC Television serial” of the same name. It was released in 1994 by East West Records and peaked at number two on the UK Albums Chart. It was the Christmas number two album that year.

Crocodile Shoes is a British 13-part television drama set across two series and was made by the BBC. It was screened on BBC1 in 1994 (Series 1) and in 1996 (Series 2).

The first series, comprising seven episodes, was written by and starred Jimmy Nail as a factory worker who becomes a country and western singer. The show’s eponymous theme tune “Crocodile Shoes” became a chart hit for Nail, as did the album of the same name.

A sequel, comprising six episodes, Crocodile Shoes II, followed in 1996 and the theme tune “Country Boy” was a hit for Nail too.

Paddy McAloon of Prefab Sprout supplied five original songs to the two series, all of them recorded by Jimmy Nail.

The series was re-screened on UK channel, Drama, in February 2016.

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Now for socks! “Eleanor Rigby” is a song by the English rock band the Beatles from their 1966 album Revolver. It was also issued on a double A-side single, paired with “Yellow Submarine“. The song was written primarily by Paul McCartney and credited to Lennon–McCartney “Eleanor Rigby” continued the transformation of the Beatles from a mainly rock and roll– and pop-oriented act to a more experimental, studio-based band. With a double string quartet arrangement by George Martin and lyrics providing a narrative on loneliness, it broke sharply with popular music conventions, both musically and lyrically. The song topped singles charts in Australia, Belgium, Canada and New Zealand.

My favourite version is not by the Beatles though it’s by Cody Fry. Cody Fry is a Grammy-nominated American singer, songwriter, composer and producer based in Nashville.Cody Fry.

Cody Fry is the son of orchestral composer Gary Fry. He graduated from New Trier High School in 2008 and then moved to Nashville to study voice at Belmont University.

Fry was one of 48 final contestants on the 14th season of American Idol.

In 2021, his song “I Hear a Symphony” went viral on TikTok. The same year, his cover of “Eleanor Rigby” was nominated for a Grammy in the category of “Best Arrangement, Instrumental and Vocals”.

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Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby
Picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window
Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie
Writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working
Darning his socks in the night when there’s nobody there
What does he care?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby
Died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie
Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

All the lonely people (ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people (ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all belong?

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: John Lennon / Paul McCartney

Eleanor Rigby lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.

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That brings us finally to Boots. Big for my Boots by Stormzy. Great tune , great lyrics!

Big for Your Boots” is a song by English rapper Stormzy. It was released as the lead single from his debut studio album, Gang Signs & Prayer, on 3 February 2017, by #Merky Records. The song was written by Stormzy and produced by Sir Spyro and Fraser T. Smith. It peaked at number six on the UK Singles Chart, becoming Stormzy’s highest-charting single at the time of its release.

“Big For Your Boots”

You’re getting way too big for your boots
You’re never too big for the boot
I’ve got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain’t big for my boot
Kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth, look
You’re getting way too big for your boots
You’re never too big for the boot
I got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain’t big for my boot
Kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth

Wanna come round here like a badboy? Do it
Bun all the talking, go on then, do it
Running through the party, bottle of BACARDÍ
Bro’s in my ear saying “Stormz, don’t do it”
Devil on my shoulder, I don’t lack
Hit ’em with a crowbar, I don’t scrap
Even when I’m sober, I’m so gassed
Say you ride but there’s no car and no mash (what you talking ’bout?)
Clown, stand down
Never had a MAC-10 or a trey pound
You were never bad then, you ain’t bad now
Never had the MAC then, little nigga, back down
Wait, I saw bare kicks, saw bare clothes
Said fuck that, I can’t wear those
I don’t like them, they’re not my ting
They went silent, they’re all weirdos
Like yeah, Stormz gone clear
Never had a Tom Ford or a Moncler
Mandem are calm, but you see my don there?
Fuckries, tell ’em don’t do it, don’t dare
Don’t care who you know from my block
You’re not Al Capone, you’ll get boxed
They can take my car and my creps
I’ll still do the road in my socks
Like who’s gonna stop me? You? Him?
Weed in a cigarette, blue slims
Don’t be an idiot, move smart
I’ve been killing it, new king
Niggas ain’t ready for my new stuff
You’re a prick by yourself, go and group up
And when Krept went States for the BETs
I was covering Krept like a bootcut
Ith mad, that’s a family ting, straight family ting
Dem man are broke, no salary ting
Had a peng ting called Amy
Telling me to come round hers on a Valerie ting
#Merky, academy ting
Coming like art in a gallery ting
Dem boy dere wanna chat about bars
Wanna chat about crud but, but, but

You’re getting way too big for your boots
You’re never too big for the boot
I got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain’t big for my boot
Kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth, look

I’m too hot
Drug money in my shoebox
I’m the man of the house and my shows sold out
Like the brudda from the Boondocks
Beats 1 in my boombox
Still steal meat from the stew pot
Mandem go sick when my tune drops
Little man, that’s a Hublot, not a Hublot
What? Pronounce it right, you prick
I go mad, yeah, I’m down to die for this
I don’t care, bro, I’m down to pipe your chick
Mad stressed so I’m bound to light my spliffs
Wait, I’m bound to ride for Flipz
Real Gs gonna ride around to this
Man, I’ve got no time to write a diss
I never left my 9 to 5 for this
Wasteman ting
I don’t care what rave man’s in
I came here to relax but if it gets mad
Mek a young boy take man’s tings
Try tell me I’m way too big to rebel?
Nah, man, you’re never too big to rebel
I was in the O2 singing my lungs out
Rudeboy, you’re never too big for Adele
Leave my yard, blow a kiss to my girl
Salute to my sister as well
Gotta keep trophies down at my mum’s bit
Man, I’m getting way too big for my shelf
Man, I see bare MCs wanna sideline
But I still got a couple bangers in the pipeline
Man, I’ve got grown men @ing me bullshit
You’re getting way too old for the timeline
You’re getting way too old for a diss
Should’ve looked after your kids
Get out the booth, go home to your son
It’s never too late to commit
It’s like man love put my name in a bar
Random flight, get a plane to Qatar
This year, I learnt how to take care of business
Next year, I’ll learn how to play the guitar

You’re getting way too big for your boots
You’re never too big for the boot
I got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain’t big for my boot
Kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth, look
You’re getting way too big for your boots
You’re never too big for the boot
I got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain’t big for my boot
Kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth

Writer(s): Michael Omari lyrics at AtoZ

Happy Sunday Everyone.💜😁

No So Much Woe Is Me.

Sunday I had a real moan about my foot, my back, my teeth and to cap it all my mobile phone fell down the toilet!

I was upset, as you will know if you read OH! Woe is Me. Well I did go on a bit but I had had a bummer of a weekend.

I am a tough cookie though and I always try to bounce back. Now my left foot and ankle is still swollen.

My back is still aching and I still have toothache but I have a new phone.

Hubby took pity on me. He not only ordered me a new phone he got me the latest model .

So though I may be hobbling and suffering from toothache I am still up and doing .

It is really an eye opener when you realise how much you depend on your phone. I can’t tell you how pleased I am to be back in touch with the world.

So thank you all so much for all your sympathy and helpful suggestions about fixes for the ill-fated phone, which is buried in rice and hiding in the airing cupboard possibly recovering. ( No sign of improvement yet, like my foot)

And again 😁 thanks to hubby. Love to you all.

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