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.

Song Lyric Sunday. Fear.

This week HelenVahdati has given us the #songlyricsunday prompt. Fear

So Fear, well I decided to go Imogen Heap and Rake lt ln.

This is a song about a woman who has a whole array of torture devices that she is going to subject her poor unsespting boyfriend too. Well the words and music are enough to evoke fear and to that Imogen’s scary screaming voice and you get Fear with a capital F .

Then add to that a very scary video made by some high school students with a very clear message and that too is enough to make you fearful too.

I have used this song and video before but I love the song.

And the Lyrics from A to Z Lyrics.

“Rake It In

I am here again

Tied up in your torture frame
Printed paper, guilty to blame
The story stays the same

Dry me out
Run me down
Burn me out
And rake it in, you rake it in, yeah
Dry me out
Run me down
Burn me out
And rake it in, you rake it in
Rake it in, you rake it in, yeah

A slave upon your plate
I am your dreams, yeah your life and your bait
Selfish schemes, i proceed, you await
You my indefinite hate

Dry me out
Run me down
Burn me out
And rake it in, you rake it in, yeah
Dry me out
Run me down
Burn me out
And rake it in, you rake it in
Rake it in, you rake it in

Do you know what my chopping blocks for?
Do you know what my hanging braids for?
Do you know what my chamber maids for?
Can you guess what I, what I have in store for you?

Dry me out
Run me down
Burn me out
rake it in, rake it in

Dry me out
Run me down
Burn me out
And rake it in, you rake it in, yeah
Dry me out
Run me down
Burn me out
And rake it in, you rake it in
Rake it in, you rake it in, yeah

Rake it in some more

Song Lyric Sunday Seeing.

This week withe help of Sarah at On The Way to the Barre. Helen Vahdati have given us the prompt of Seeing for our Song Lyric Sunday Challenge.

Rules and Pingback Here

This week I have picked the end theme from the film Narnia, The Lion The Witch and the Wardrobe, by C. S. Lewis. The song is about seeing the beauty in everything and learning good from bad. Such a beautiful song about growing up. I truly recommend the book and the film, the book being best.

The author C.S. Lewis had a very interesting life too read here.
The songwriter is…… Imogen Heap. …. Stop throwing stuff at me it’s a great song. Lyrics in the video

We’ll just to prove that I like more singers than just Imogen Heap here is an old song from Cilla Black, it’s about seeing love in your partner’s eyes

Love of the loved.

Written by Paul McCartney and John Lennon.

Sung by Cilla Black

Each time
I look into your eyes
I see that there
There heaven lies
And as I look
I see the love of the loved

Someday they’ll see
That from the start
My place has been
Deep in your heart
And in your heart
I see the love of the loved

Though I’ve said it all before
I will say it more and more
Cause I’m really sure
You love me

And I know that from today
I will see it in the way
You look at me
And say you love me

So let it rain
What do I care?
Deep in your heart
I’ll still be there
And when I’m there
I see the love of the loved

Though I’ve said it all before
I will say it more and more
Cause I’m really sure
You love me

And I know that from today
I will see it in the way
You look at me
And say you love me

So let it rain
What do I care?
Deep in your heart
I’ll still be there
And when I’m there
I see the love of the loved

Lyrics from Here

Hope you enjoy have a great Sunday.

Song Lyric Sunday 18/3/18. Shadow.

This week Helen Vahdati has set us the Song Lyric Sunday theme of Shadow.

Rules and Pingback Here

This first song by Imogen Heap, have I mentioned her before, she made this song circa 2005. Say goodnight and go. It’s a very cute song and video but it is about a stalker…so on investigation it’s a tad scary!

Lyrics here from A to Z lyrics.

Goodnight And Go”

Say goodnight and go.
Woah woah. Woah woah

Skipping beats, blushing cheeks I am struggling
Daydreaming, bed scenes in the corner café
And then i’m left in bits recovering tectonic tremblings
You get me every time

Why d’ya have to be so cute?
It’s impossible to ignore you
Must you make me laugh so much
It’s bad enough we get along so well
Say goodnight and go

Follow you home, you’ve got your headphones on and you’re dancing
Got lucky, beautiful shot you taking everything off watch the curtains wide open
Then you fall in the same routine flicking through the TV relaxed and reclining
And you think you’re alone…

Why d’ya have to be so cute?
It’s impossible to ignore you
Must you make me laugh so much
It’s bad enough we get along so well
Say goodnight and go

One of these days, you’ll miss your train and come stay with me
We’ll have drinks and talk about things, any excuse to stay awake with you
You’ll sleep here, i’ll sleep there, but then the heating may be down again
at my convenience
we’d be good, we’d be great together.

[Sigh]
Go!

Say goodnight and go,
why’s it always always
goodnight and go
Darling not again
Goodnight and go

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Secondly I have picked a fabulous song by Oasis. I just love the lyrics these guys write. So deep and meaningful almost hyms. This one is Cast no shadow.

The lyrics are in the video. There you have it two shadow songs two very different takes. Have a good week everyone.

#songlyricsunday

Song Lyric Sunday: Pain. Meantime Imogen Heap.

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Helen Espinosa  of  This  Life  one  step  at a time  has  set  us  the  task  of  fining  a  song  about  Pain  for  our Song Lyric  Sunday.

Part of the lyrics of Meantime by Imogen Heap and Guy Sigsworth.

The purity in dreaming,
the meantime is a quarentine,
suppose there is no difference 
and phone sex is eternal love

the promise in our yearning 
the meantime is a quarentine 
and the body parts can mix
when you fail to make her hard 

and you’ll never find out if this ones love
once you’ve dried out a river 
And you’ll never found out if this one’s love
So take my heart in the mean time

This to me this is one of the saddest of songs. A young Imogen Heap  with  Guy Sigsworth wrote about the pain of pretend love, love for sale that  is  experienced  by  young  and  old  in  the  quest  for  that  one  true  love . The cheapness and depressing aspect to sex that  often  rears it’s  head  before  love  arrives. Let’s face it sex is not love but both love and sex can cause a lot of pain. Love is  a  killer, it is unkind  it  enjoys  your  pain. We  are  all if  we  are  honest yearning  for  the  one  love  until  we  find it. Some  never  find  it and  often  those  who  do  do  not  take  care of  it and  crush  it  carelessly  like  a butterfly.

So  the  question  is  in  the  last  verse  of  the  song.

Will the next love be the real one
Will the next love be the real one

Rules  and  Pingback here 

 Musicalmarch 🎵, Day 26,Mother’s Day, Imogen Heap.

Our Blog Sis Ritu at  But  I smile anyway has come up with another challenge for us this month Musicalmarch.

Ritu  said  : “Nothing too serious or tedious.Just a chance to share some songs! If you fancy posting a song for any reason this March, tag it #musicalmarch

Link to Ritu’s post

Today is Day 26 of #musicalmarch and as it is Mothering Sunday I am going to choose my most favourite singer songwriter of all Imogen Heap

 … Have I mentioned her before? ☺ Well maybe once or twice! 

Well Immie wrote the most beautiful song about mother hood, new motherhood intact, shortly after the birth of her first child.Florence Scout Rosie Heap Lebor. 

Here is the song and below are the words because I think they are important. 

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 that day
Crazy beautiful you
Blind me like the dawn
After ashes fell on Pompeii
Crazy beautiful you

A miracle, a mystery
I’m one short stop away from joy to misery
When the night becomes day
I give you my every last ounce
You make a pincushion out of me
And you can thank me later babe
You can thank me later, 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 that 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
Completely unprepared
How can anyone deserve this?
I’ve tried, I’ve tried all the tricks in the book
I’m at my wit’s end now
Look here, what do you want from me?

I can barely remember life before you

Came crashing in on that 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
You little devil you.

Musicalmarch Day 4 Imogen Heap

Our Blog Sis Ritu at  But  I smile anyway has come up with another challenge for us this month Musicalmarch.

Ritu  said  : “Nothing too serious or tedious.Just a chance to share some songs! If you fancy posting a song for any reason this March, tag it #musicalmarch🎵 and link back to one of my posts so I can listen to your special songs too!

Link to Ritu’s Post
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Today is  day 4 of  Musicalmarch and  I never  made a  secret  of  the  fact  that  I  love  Imogen  Heap! When I  think  back  to  the  time  I  was in  hospital  after  breaking  my  back  ( the  second  time ) and  all I  can  say is  Immie saved  my  life. Her  music  and  talking  books  : Alex  Cross  books  written  by James Patterson, were  the  two  things  that  kept  me  sane. I  could only  lay  flat, I  could  not  move, I  was in  a  body  brace.

Also  when I  was learning  to  walk again  Immie’s  music  was  always  there  for  me. I  did  email Imogen  and  tell her  and  thank  her  and  she  wrote  me  back  a  beautiful and  kind  email back.

I have  put in a  few  excerpts from  when I  wrote  about   some  experiences  and  feeling  I  had  whilst in  hospital  with tracks  I  listen  too a  lot  at  that  time. The  last  track Life Line  was  written  later   but it  fits  the  way  the  male  nurse  I  talk about  helped me  and  the others on one of  the ward I was on.

8.30am ” Hello willow time to wash  dress you and change your bed”. I just smile I hate this , I understand it has to be done  and they do it well  but they talk over me about  their lives, have they have mistaken me for one of the old ladies in here  that cannot or will not comunicate . Shall I interupt their chatter or shall I…… there you go all clean and comfy now.  They walk away and I am alone again  time for Imogen I think !

12midday dinner arrives, Oh! I am in luck today  the young girl  is  here to help me. She is African  and so pretty she has a pretty nature too. She smiles and talks to me as she feeds  me , she listens to me , she really  does. I ask  her is she going to be a nurse , no  she  is going to be a pharmacist , shame she would  be a great nurse.

1pm  the cleaner is here  she is nice always smiling  but  she does not speak a word of English. She has  the most lovely eyes.

 

I ring for a bedpan  the nurse says ” surely  you have a catheter”   “yes” I said ” I do not need to pee”. It is  almost impossible  to use a bed pan when you are  laying  flat. This nurse  leaves  me on the bedpan  for over 20mins  then longer after I have rung  for her to help me.  I ask her  have I been , no she says walking away. ………. Why can’t I tell if I have been, why can’t I go, why can’t I feel . My stomach  really hurts, so does  my back hurt so much, I start to cry  then  the cloak of sleep surrounds  me again.

“Hello” , a new  voice, foreign , gentle sing song , what  nice eyes. “Are  you awake willow”   I am tempted  to not answer  but politeness gets the best of  me. “I  am here to help  you, would  you mind if I  gave  you a bed bath” I hesitate  because it does not seem right, a young  man asking me if I would  like a bed bath.  However I have not  had a good wash  let alone a bed bath since I was admitted, he is also  offering to change  my  pyjamas  and  the bed.  So far I have had a lick and  a promise and I am longing to feel fresh again.

What a change  from the usual  begrudging  treatment I had received so far. I was bathed put in clean pyjamas and in a freshly  changed bed I was exhausted  but comfortable. The young  nurse  told  me  he had  been at  the hospital  for about a year. His  kindness and respect made  me feel safe and at no time threatened.

Over  the next  week I learnt  a lot  about him,  he had  been in the French Foreign Legion, a Gendarme and now a Nurse. He used  to come into our ward  and chat  when he had  the time  and sometimes  if he was not too busy  he would  have a cup of  tea  with us.  More  than once when I was feeling really  low  he would make  me a bird or a flower  with paper. He was an extremely talented  and kind  young  man who lived life to the full and who was not afraid to put himself out to help others. He  made my life bearable I missed him when I was moved to yet another ward!

So where ever  you are, dear young french  male nurse, I want to let you know  you helpped  me  through a terrifying lonely time. Your large  and  small acts of kindness helped me through. So thank  you nurse  you made a difference.

 

Song Lyric Sunday : The Listening Chair

This is my late contribution to Helen Espinosa‘s Song Lyric Sunday. I was traveling home Sunday and Sunday night and had no decent internet. Monday and Tuesday were just a blur of  dealing with the real world. So enough excuses.  Rules and  pingback  here

The prompt this week was a song by a singer/songwriter. Well there are plenty to pick from. I love lots and lots of them. I am however going to go with my very favourite, Imogen Heap.

The song is called, The Listening Chair. Now firstly I shall let Imogen explain what the song is about and how she came to write it. Then  you can watch  the video of the finish song. Though as Immie explains the is not finished not finished yet!

I have probably posted this song before , goodness knows I am always plugging Immie! But after my accident her music and words in my headphones got me through my time in hospital and in the two years recovering leaning to walk . I sent her an email telling her how she had helped me and she sent me a lovely email back. She is a lovely person .


I hope you enjoyed that now here is the finished yet unfinished article .

The Listening Chair”

Cat, blue, piano
Are just some of the things I like
So the more that I see of them in my day
The better I sleep at night

Mum, dad, Giles, (Lizzie) and Juliet (Uncle James)
Are just some of the people I love
So the more of all them I can get in my day
The better I’ll sleep at night

I can moonwalk, build castles, play ping pong, talk to animals,
hold my breath for a really long time…and tell the future
Are just six of the things I can do
And the more I can fit of these things in my day
The better I sleep at night
Ahhh, the better I sleep at night

Composer or maybe an astronaut
This is what I’m gonna be when I grow up
I know cuz I sing out all through the day
I fly through space by night
The teasing, the fighting, the hospitals
I don’t wanna go anymore
I put a brave face on, battle through the day
But I might cry myself to sleep 

Pinch, pinch, punch, punch
Dancing round the car park after lunch
Copy cats, gold stars, cola cubes for good marks
Shy type, show off
Your mom’s got her masters, so what?
Swap stickers, best friends, knight rider
Whatcha tell the time again
Popular, blonde hair, all the pretty girls sit over there
Sister’s in school, he’s cool, our brother knows karate 

What do I do to make you hate me so much?
Is it the clothes I wear? The way I speak?
Wonder bra thrown ‘round the German classroom
You wouldn’t understand
I’ll never live it down
Hiding in the bushes
Or tip-toeing down the corridor
Stop it, you’ll make me laugh
Why would I ever need to know this?
Somehow I’ll get through
I never want this to end
This night, this music, with you in my arms
Switch in to the real world
No idea what I’m doing
But here it goes (there she goes)

I’ve found the place, feels like home
But I caught you kissing her
So suddenly I’m on my own
There’s just not enough hours in the day
Things are going great, I can’t complain
When I stumble to bed, I sleep like a baby
Finding my feet
Make love, make money, make a difference
Finding my feet
Connect (connect)
Finding my feet
Make love, make money, make a difference
How d’you do that again?
Connect together

I find myself gazing out of the window for no reason
When did I stop eating bread… and cheese? I love cheese
I want to have children,
But I don’t want to have children, you know?
Something nibbling, a feeling I can’t quite explain (A question)
Online, offline, like I’m not really here (A choir)
Awake or sleeping, somehow can’t tell the difference (A question)
Bright light outside, dark deep down within

It’s a cover up, it was a cover up operation all along
Honing in, I’m honing in on the heart of it all
Toughen up, I’ve got to toughen up
Coz I’m breaking it all apart
What’s at the heart
What’s at the heart of it all?

Who am I now?
Who am I now?

Lyrics by Imogen Heap.

A to Z lyrics

Song Lyric Sunday: Anger

The  very  busy   and  talented  Helen Espinosa  of  This Life  One  Word At A Time  has  set us  a new Song Lyric Sunday  prompt , she said :  “Our theme for Song Lyric Sunday is to post a song that explores anger.  (I know anger is a secondary emotion, so maybe that isn’t the best word choice, but I think it’s broad enough we should be able to come up with something.)  “

There  are  songs  about  anger and  there are songs about ANGER! The songs  I have picked  are  about ANGER  that  builds up between couples, it  builds  and  builds  until it  explodes like a venomous boil!

I can really  empathize  with  the lyrics  of  this  first song, I have been  there  and  suffered  the  rage  and  the vile  words. The  words  pick up  perfectly  the  atmosphere  between  the  couple  on the  way  home  from  a night out . They have had  to put on  a united  face  all evening    but now  alone  they  can  no longer  keep  their  anger under wraps  and  it  explodes!  This  is  a brilliant  song  and I am  sure  many of  you  will recognise  the  feelings  expressed  so  will  within it  by  my  favourite  Immie !

IMOGEN HEAP LYRICS

“The Beast”

Gently as we go, gently as we go
Steady as we go, steady as we goI can sense in opening the front door as we came in
You were burning a hole in my back
Can we turn this around from where we lost you in the evening
Before things get out of hand
One by one eyes go optic, we’re becoming the beast
Shear power and the heat of hate brings our army of two to its knees
Steel lungs are shouting the house down, going for the kill from the kiss
Battle stations are now navigation, have we driven love to this?

Gently as we go, gently as we go
Steady as we go, steady as we go

All fired up, you’re a hot mess getting messier
I’d do anything for sleep
But I can think of far better ways to waste your energy
If you can bare to still touch me
One by one skin hardens, we’re becoming the beast
Shear power in the heat of hate brings our army of two to its knees
Steel lungs are screaming the house down, going for the kill from the kiss
Battle stations are now navigation, have we driven love to this?

Have we left, have we left the building?
Did we die a little death?
Is this the end of the road for us, no more bridges for us to burn left?
Do we finally find ourselves at the point of no return?

One by one, we’re becoming the beast
Sheer power in the heat of hate brings our army to its knees
Steel lungs are shouting the house down, going for the kill from the kiss
Battle stations are now navigation, have we driven love to this?

Gently as we go, gently as we go
Steady as we go, steady as we go

Song  written  by  Imogen Heap
A-Z Lyrics

Also another  great  song  about  anger  also  by Immie  is,  The  Moment I  Said It .  It  catches  the feeling  when  you  spark  that  huge argument in the  middle of  the night   and all hell lets loose!

 

IMOGEN HEAP LYRICS

“The Moment I Said It”

The moment I said it
the moment I opened my mouth
lead in your eyelids
Bulldozed the life out of me
I know what you’re thinking
But darling you’re not thinking straight
Sadly things just happen…. we can’t…… explainIt’s not even light out,
But you’ve somewhere to be – no hesitation
No I’ve never seen you like this
And I dont like it, I dont like it, I dont like it at all

Just put back the car keys
or somebody’s going to get hurt
who are you calling at this hour
sit down, come round , I need you now
we’ll work it all out together
we’re getting no where tonight
now sleep, I promise, it’ll all seem better somehow
in time

It’s not even light out
Suddenly, you’ve somewhere to be
No hesitation
mmm…I’ve never seen you like this
Your scaring me, Youre scaring me,
Your scaring me to death

Don’t..oh, smash….please
Don’t…oh…..and another one
Don’t…oh…..and another one

I’m losing you…….I’m losing you

Trust me on this one
I’ve got a bad feeling
Trust me on this one
You’re going to throw it all away
With no hesitation

Bye bye bye bye bye bye
bye bye bye bye bye
bye bye bye
bye

Lyrics  by  Imogen Heap
So, so painfully sad, and  familiar .
This  is  part  of Song Lyric Sunday   Pingback  and  rules  here
 also  another Pingback here
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Marsha Ingrao - Always Write

Having fun, while encouraging, and promoting bloggers

Caramel

Learner at Love

Chel Owens

A Wife, My Verse, and Every Little Thing

Sacred SoulSongs

Sacred Paths and Detours

Mr. Ohh!'s Sideways View

For those of you who aren't me...and I've noticed a surprisingly large number of people who aren't.

The Small Dog

Life from the Tail End

USUAL MUTTWITS

DOG TAILS by ZoZo and Jools

kimbladeswriting

poetry and short stories

Ben Naga

Gifts from the Musey Lady and Me. "Laissez-moi vous raconter ma vraie histoire."

About the Jez of It

Poetry, stories and strange odds and ends from the desk of a writer

The Sound of One Hand Typing

Music, Musings, Memoir, and Madness

"LIFE" ( You like it, I love it! )

"LOVE"-Keeping it real, and keeping it simple!

Our Eyes Open

Come along on an adventure with us!

Diary of a Dublin Housewife

Diary of a Dublin Housewife

J-Dubs Grin and Bear It

As Always, More to Come

Smorgasbord Blog Magazine

Blog magazine for lovers of health, food, books, music, humour and life in general

Colline's Blog

a potpourri of thoughts and experiences

pensitivity101

An onion has many layers. So have I!

lynz real cooking

lynz real life

Darswords

Musings about Havenverse

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

Echoes of Life, Love and Laughter

like mercury colliding...

...moments of unexpected clarity

G-Bears Blog

Real Life - Hard Facts !

All in a Day's Breath

Art, Love of Life, Philosophy, Writing, Spirituality

Kevin Parish

Poetry, lyrics and other words...