Song Lyric Sunday. November 15, 2020 – Begin/End/Finish/Start

It’s Sunday again and time for Jim Adams Song Lyric Sunday. This week’s prompts are Begin/End/Finish/Start .

I have picked Runtime from Imogen Heap, I may of mentioned her before? It’s about the end of a relationship, the singer wants to finish as it is past it’s sell by day. It has started in it, end , quit , stop , done. A song about finishing a relationship, with the prompts in plus a few synomines all except begin .

Runtime is Sparks is the fourth studio album by English singer Imogen Heap. The album was released, via iMagaphone Records ( her own label, and an anagram of her name) on 18 August 2014, in three editions: a standard edition, a deluxe two-CD edition and a super deluxe box set.

Sparks might fly, in no time.
It’s a delayed reaction of the third kind. (ooh)
I’m so ready for this.
Shrink-wrapped tones, I can face the music.
Stop matters bonding us way beyond
Our best by-days.

You know we’ve had it good, we’ve had it bad, so no hard feelings.
We’ve done all we could and all again. I’m done pretending.
Let’s quit while we’re still friends.

Making up stories that grew to be too tall,
My fortress to forget couldn’t take anymore.
You nearly watched me ruin everything, everything!
There’s a number one rule of don’t-do’s.
Well we knew it all too well.
You were supposed to be looking out for me!
Have you any idea how difficult it’s been?

You know we’ve had it good, we’ve had it bad, so no hard feelings.
We’ve done all we could, and all again. Let’s save ourselves a sorry ending.
You know we’ve had it good, we’ve had it bad, but this is as far as we can stretch.
Let’s stop pretending, stop pretending.
And quit while we’re still friends
[x2]

Well I was so young, misguided maybe.
But still this hands over my every pen to paper.
And this all started with a song.
Let this be our last one.
Drop, drop. Bridge, bridge!

We’ve had it good, we’ve had it bad, but this is as far as we can stretch.
Stop pretending!
And quit while we’re still friends.

I wish you well.
I wish you well… (I wish you well, wish you well, wish you well)

Wish you well, I wish you well, I won’t tell if you won’t tell.
I won’t hold it against you if you bow out gracefully. (gracefully)
Can we just not drag this out, please?
I wish you well, I wish you well, I won’t tell if you won’t tell.
I won’t hold it against you if you bow out gracefully, (do it gracefully!)
Can we just not drag this out?

*******”

So we need Begin …So I am using Imogen Heap again her song Useless.

“Useless”

I am a mirror, with no reflection
I am a razor, without my blade
I am the daylight, when the moon shines no
Who will want to make my sandcastle that’s already made

I feel so useless, do you

Speak to an ear deaf to my voice
Look through your fear, still blind to my way
I reach to hold you, but I don’t feel you there, do you
Even realize I’m here am I just wasting away?
No wasting away
Living, inside you play

My dying prayer, sealed in a scream
Unwelcome, and a conscious dream
I am your whore, without a name
I climb to fall, to begin again, to begin again
I climb to fall, suffer, hatred, deceit and pain
Anger, regret, loving in vain

I am an arrow, with no direction
My life your tarot, my picture your fate
I’m your becoming, so ill always be nothing
If i ever break away from you that day forth, you’ll be living
My hate
Oh God help his fate
I’ll watch you, watch you suffocate.

Both sets of lyrics reproduced by AtoZ lyrics

Happy Sunday Everyone.

Song Lyric Sunday. Baby Shower

Jim Adams said that our prompt for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday is Baby. He said: “I am sure that it will be easy to find a song for this week’s prompt being Baby.  We are all here to have some more fun and listen to some enjoyable music. “

This week I have chosen my favourite singer songwriter Imogen Heap’s song Tiny Human. Imogen wrote this song about her feelings after the birth of her first child. She explains that :

“You know, everyone talks about how when you see your baby it’s immediate love, and it really wasn’t like that for me. It was awful and I felt so guilty about it. On top of that, she wouldn’t stop crying and there was nothing I could do. My partner and I just did not know what hit us,”

In the song, Imogen compares the birth of her daughter to the volcano that engulfed the ancient Roman city of Pompeii and herself to the city as it is awakens to a new day:

“You came crashing in on one day/Crazy beautiful you/Blind me like the dawn/After ashes fell on Pompeii…From the ashes of Pompeii to fireworks and champagne/Crazy beautiful you.”

In a blog post, Imogen explained the title of the song, “Tiny Human,” writing: “That’s what she is, somewhere in there beneath all that crying, a person, waiting to blossom and surprise us over the years time and time again.”

As much as 10% of new mothers are likely to experience post-partum depression, according to a report released in January by the US Preventive Services Task Force, which recommended for the first time that all pregnant women and new mothers be screened.

The anxiety and sleeplessness of caring for a new life in addition to hormone fluctuations after giving birth can lead to feeling the way Heap did as a new mother. Post-partum depression, like miscarriage, is more common than women often think but seldom discussed because of feelings of shame. Heap’s admission and lyrics are a powerful statement that becoming a mother is hard and that’s okay. Information here.

I can completely identify with how she felt. Not all women find motherhood easy intact many can be severely depressed or affected. I think she was very brave to share her feelings. I hope this song can help any new mum who is struggling to cope and needs help.

“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’m 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

So remember if you are struggling there is help out there and you are not alone 💜

Presence and Absence, Song Lyric Sunday.

This week Jim Adams has set us the prompt Lost/ Found /Hide/ Seek. For our Song Lyric Sunday.

The first song that came to mind was Hide and Seek from Imogen Heap. Imogen Heap is an English singer songwriter who I have loved since my youngest son introduced her music to me in 1998 a year before I broke my back for the first time.

Now I was always taken by her amazing lyrics but what also strikes me about Immie is that not only can she write her own lyrics and music she can also play most instruments from brass , woodwind, strings, piano and drums. She used to dash about on stage using different keyboards, computers and instruments until she cleverly came up with her Mi.Mu gloves explained here.

Well now to the song I chose Hide and Seek. It was released in 2009. Why did I pick this particular song? Well that year I broke my back a second time, I actually smashed it to pieces and ended having three ops and being in hospital over a month. Imogen and her music got me through this time, the long nights the scary days and the threats of a wheelchair. When I came out of hospital I still had to learn to walk again and Immie’s music on my iPod shuffle got me through that time.

In fact I even emailed her and told her how much she had helped me. She sent me back a lovely email, sadly over the years I lost that email 😟

Right I have rambled on enough here is a song that means a lot to me. Here is a live version from her early days

And here is a studio lyric version

This is part of Song Lyric Sunday

And finally for good measure another one from Imogen, You Know Where To Find Me.

Song Lyric Sunday. Floor/House/Roof/Walls. For Song Lyric Sunday.

This week Jim Adams at Newepiauthor has given us the prompt: Floor/House/Roof/Walls. For Song Lyric Sunday. Well I have have had a very hectic visitor full week , and next week will be even madder. So better late than never I give you Neglected Space by Imogen Heap.

I love this song about a dirilect house.

Song Lyric Sunday. Sleep.

This week Jim Adams of Newepiauthor has given us the Song Lyric Sunday prompt : Dream Lullaby Sleep.

This week I have chosen my favourite singer songwriter Imogen Heap‘s Sleep.

This is one of my favourite relaxation tracks hope you all enjoy it.💜

“Sleep”

How can it feel so nice?
Why does it feel so right?
I think I’ve been somewhere special
I want to go back there

Sleep
I think I will
Go back to sleep

Oh it’s so cold and shivery outside my cocoon
Now I’m on my way

Sleep
Oh sleep
Sleep

Lyrics from A to Z lyrics

#songlyricsunday.

Song Lyric Sunday. Entanglement.9/June/2019

It is time again for Song Lyric Sunday. This week our prompt is Desire/Lust/Romance/Passion. Again it’s all thanks to our gracious host Jim Adams at NewEpicAuthor.

So I am going with the first song that comes into my mind and it by my most favourite singer songwriter Imogen Heap. It is from her fourth album Sparks from 2014, called Entanglement.

It’s such a beautiful song about love, lust, romance, desire and passion. The video is directed by her partner Michael Labor. It is Immie and Michael in the video.
When Immi made Sparks she released videos explaining how each track was made, in one of these she announced she and Michael were expecting a baby. A daughter Florence, Scout, Rosie Heap-Labor was born 8th November 2014 💜

Lyrics from A to Z Lyric

Entanglement”

Here we are
Blood pressure rising fast
Air electric
Conduct this orchestra

A micro utopia born
As the overture plays
This prelude to life long love
Our bodies’ entanglement take
You all over me
Me all over you

Fearless heart
I’m going to take care of you
Whether spark or spiral
I’ll pull the strength of suns

It’s home where you hold me
So show me no mercy
On islands of cotton
Taboos get forgotten
Our body entanglement wants
You all over me
Me all over you

Burst me into bloom I dare you to
Lose yourself in our embodiment
Ravage this palate of pinks and reds
Dissolve into radiance

It’s home where you hold me
So show me no mercy
On islands of cotton
Taboos get forgotten
Our body entanglement wants
You all over me
Me all over you

Song Lyric Sunday. Hide, Hidden, Hiding.

This week our prompt for Helen Vahdati‘s Song Lyric Sunday is Hide, Hidden, Hiding.

Well I like this challenge.

I have chosen first Imogen Heap with Hide and Seek.

Another of my favourite singer songwriter’s clever songs.

Hide and seek

Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me ’round again and rub my eyes.
This can’t be happening.
When busy streets amass with people
Would stop to hold their heads heavy.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years they were here first.
Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won’t catch me around here)
Blood and tears (hearts),
They were here first.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it’s all for the best? Of course it is.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it’s just what we need? And you decided this.
What you say?
Mmm, what did She say?
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don’t believe you.
You don’t care a bit. You don’t care a bit.
(hide and seek)
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
(hide and seek)
Speak no feeling, no I don’t believe you.
You don’t care a bit. You don’t care a bit.
(hide and seek)
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.
(hide and seek)
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me ’round again and rub my eyes.
This can’t be happening.
When busy streets amass with people
Would stop to hold their heads heavy.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years they were here first.
Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won’t catch me around here)
Blood and tears (hearts),
They were here first.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it’s all for the best? Of course it is.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it’s just what we need? And you decided this.
What you say?
Mmm, what did She say?
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don’t believe you.
You don’t care a bit. You don’t care a bit.
(hide and seek)
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
(hide and seek)
Speak no feeling, no I don’t believe you.
You don’t care a bit. You don’t care a bit.
(hide and seek)
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.
(hide and seek)
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.

And for good measure an oldie Goldie written by the Beatles. Hey you’ve got to hide your love away. But with a modern twist here it is sung by the great Oasis

Here I stand head in hand
Turn my face to the wall
If she’s gone I can’t go on
Feeling two-foot small
Everywhere people stare
Each and every day
I can see them laugh at me
And I hear them say
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
How can I even try
I can never win
Hearing them, seeing them
In the state I’m in
How could she say to me
Love will find a way
Gather round all you clowns
Let me hear you say
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
Hey you’ve got to hide your love awayere I stand head in hand
Turn my face to the wall
If she’s gone I can’t go on
Feeling two-foot small
Everywhere people stare
Each and every day
I can see them laugh at me
And I hear them say
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
How can I even try
I can never win
Hearing them, seeing them
In the state I’m in
How could she say to me
Love will find a way
Gather round all you clowns
Let me hear you say
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away

Both sets of Lyrics from A to Z Lyrics

Song Lyric Sunday 23/09/2018,

This is my entry for Helen Vahdati’s Song Lyric Sunday. Helen has not been very well this week so I want to wish her well and happy soon .

This week’s prompt is SLEEP.

#songlyricsunday

I have chosen my favourite singer songwriter Imogen Heap‘s song Sleep.

“Sleep”

How can it feel so nice?
Why does it feel so right?
I think I’ve been somewhere special
I want to go back there

Sleep
I think I will
Go back to sleep

Oh it’s so cold and shivery outside my cocoon
Now I’m on my way

Sleep
Oh sleep
Sleep

A to Z lyrics

Happy Sunday everyone.

September Music 21

For the month of September I am going to choose a piece of music or song and write a poem or alternative version. Jane Dougherty is doing a September Stanza here. And Kat Myrman is doing September a poem a day Here.

Today’s piece of music is Xizi, She knows by Imogen Heap.

My interpretation

The river

Flows out to the ocean

Sun sparkling on the waves

The morning wakes to motion

New day.

September Music 17

Tiny Human written and performed by Imogen Heap

My interpretation.

Mother’s knowledge.

They brake your back when they are small and when they grow they break your heart.

This is some learned knowledge my mother did impart.

I did not understand, I was too young to see

Just how wise she was when she said that to me.

This tiny baby lying here, safe inside it’s cot will grow and turn your black hair grey

I am joking I hear you say.

I certainly am not. You wait, until they catch a cold or even worse an ear infection

They will scream and make you walk the floor, they will without exception.

God forbid it can get even worse you end up in the hospital with drips and lines and stress, Comfort offered from a friendly nurse.

The joy and relief when you can take them home is truly overwhelming.

The tiny toes and fingers, the spark of love in their eye

Will breed in you the deepest love,

For them you’ll lay down and die.

The sleepless nights begin to fade and the bottle secedes the breast Soon they are eating solids you make it all yourself, they deserve the very best.

Don’t close your eyes don’t look away don’t you even wink

For they will grow so fast and change so quick that you will miss it in a blink.

Savour every blessed second none of it will you ever be able to repeat.

Though when they are sad or in pain you will wish you could hit delete.

Very soon they learn to walk with bumps along the way

They waddle and they toddle and make you smile more each day. You will need to be quick and have eyes in the back of your head

They will run you ragged and you will sleep well in your bed!

The next step is their first word and that is often daddy,

Mind you if you’ve done all the work that can make you maddie !

Seriously though it is only because it is easier to say Da, Da than it is to say Mummy!

You wake up one day and they have started school

The first time you drop them off they run off smiling and you are left crying like a fool!

Very soon you become a taxi, you run them here you you drop them there,

They are always growing , always hungry you never have a second to spare.

School can be a hard and cruel place and you will need all your wits about you,

As children can do and say the meanest things so you must encourage and help too.

You just begin to think the worst is past when teenage years beset you.

You cannot do right for doing wrong the way they act you could believe that they actually hate you.

Why are there so many things just waiting to hurt them, drink and drugs the pain of love, look out for religious cults .The fear of their first driving lesson , the relief of them passing their exams. Then they are off to college bless them.

I could go on the pain is still strong when any of mine are ill , or if life, work, girls or wives hurt them. I want to stride up and fix their problems but I have to stand back and let them fix things.

So now I see what my mother meant when she gave me her knowledge

It was not about getting the best of schools or buying the right brand of porridge.

The love we have for or children is deeper than the sea.

We can make things good when they are young but when they are grown we have to set them free.

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