Jim Adams Blog Tour. Tallis Steelyard. A guide for writers, and other stories.Tallis Steelyard. Gentlemen behaving badly and other stories.

Hello everyone. I very honoured to be once again to be able to bring you not only a new story but also news of two new books from our own,our very own Jim Webster.

Here is the timetable for the blog tour .

Chris Graham

https://thestoryreadingapeblog.com/

A fine residence.

14thJuly

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GD Deckard

Writers’ coop

https://writercoop.wordpress.com/

A man who doesn’t pay his bills never lacks for correspondence

15thJuly

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Ritu Bhathal

https://butismileanyway.com/

Be careful what you pretend to be

16thJuly

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Willow Willers

https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/

Call yourself a writer

17thJuly

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Colleen Chesebro

https://colleenchesebro.com/

Every last penny

18thJuly

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Robbie Cheadle

https://robbiesinspiration.wordpress.com/

It all comes out in the wash

19thJuly

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Sue Vincent

https://scvincent.com/

noteworthy

20thJuly

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Stevie Turner

https://steviet3.wordpress.com/

Oblige

21thJuly

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Annette Rochelle Aben

https://annetterochelleaben.wordpress.com/

Performance art

22thJuly

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Lynn Hallbrooks

https://www.authorreadercheerleader.com/arcblog

The alternative career of Dilkerton Thallawell.

23thJuly

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Jaye

https://jenanita01.com/

The automated caricordia of Darset Dweel.

24thJuly

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Ashlynn Waterstone

https://waterstoneway.wordpress.com/

The dark machinations of Flontwell Direfountain.

25th July

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suzanne joshi

https://patriciaruthsusan.wordpress.com/

Thoroughly married

26th July

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Ken Gierke

https://rivrvlogr.wordpress.com/

Water under the bridge

27thJuly

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MT McGuire

https://mtmcguire.co.uk/

Who you know, not what you know

28thJuly

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So now we are back in one of my favourite places Port Naain. Here for our delectation is a great story to kindle our interest.

CALL YOURSELF A WRITER

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Call yourself a writer?
I first met Staffin Plume when he was a student at the University in Port Naain. He attended some of my lectures on poetry and came to my attention largely because he actually did the exercises I set for students to tackle in their own time. Not only that but his answers were thoughtful, well written and in his own handwriting. Even if
he had hired somebody else to do the work for him, he had shown me the consideration of writing it out again in his own hand. Indeed I was so intrigued by this that I engaged him in discussion on his answers over a glass of wine. It was soon
obvious that he had done the work himself and that he had continued to think about
the topic even when the work had been handed in.
Hence when he left the university I rather expected to hear more about him. After all
he had expressed the intention of becoming a writer. Given his general competence and mental acuity I had no doubt that I would soon see his name mentioned in the appropriate places. Indeed I was quite looking forward to reading whatever genre he had decided to grace with his talent.
Thus it was something of a surprise when nothing was forthcoming. So I asked what
had become of him and somebody told me they had seen Staffin labouring down on the wharves. This came as a surprise, because his family, whilst not wealthy, was
adequately well-to-do and they could have got him a well-paid clerk’s job with no trouble.
A fortnight later I saw Staffin in the distance, striding out along Ropewalk, carrying well wrapped bundles like some private courier, and a month after that I was present when he delivered a clay pot bearing dubious markings to Gass Tweel in the Sattir’s Drop. To get out of the bar he had to draw a blade on somebody who tried to block
his path. By blade I’m talking of something which, if it wasn’t a sword, was a passably good approximation of one. It was obvious that he was now acting as a runner for some of Port Naain’s less reputable spice merchants.
Just as there is a wide array of spices, there is an equally wide array of spice enthusiasts. So we now have the spice merchants that will pander to the whims of
well-heeled customers. There are spices which are claimed to be aphrodisiacs, there are spices which sooth digestion, and there are spices which claim to help you sleep.
Indeed there are spices which the vendors claim with help you see the future.
Frankly in some cases the future involves spending most of the next day in a stinking privy. The problem isn’t merely the spice, the problem can be whatever rubbish the vendor has stirred into the spice to increase the profit margin.
I lost track of Staffin for a while and then I saw him slip surreptitiously into a house
where I was performing. The host was not a patron of mine, I was merely hired to give an element of graciousness to an event which otherwise degenerated into farce with a group of third rate musicians brawling with the mime artists. Still I had taken the precaution of taking my honorarium in kind the minute the situation started to degenerate. Thus it was, as I quietly wrapped bottles in sausages (which stops them
clanking together,) before stuffing them into the inside pockets of my jacket; that I
saw Staffin sneak in carrying a crate of spirits. I greeted him in a friendly manner. After all I suspect that in retrospect we would both have preferred not to be there, and asked what was in the bottles. He passed me
one for my inspection and I perused the label. “Stilmoon’s special reserved. Oak aged spirit infused with a dozen subtle herbs and spices. Guaranteed to protect the drinker from distempers caused by contact with diseased parents, night air,sedentary habits, anger, wet feet and abrupt changes of temperature. One small
glass provides protection for the entire day.”
I handed him the bottle back. “Does it work?”
He shrugged. “Given by the amount they’re getting through in this house, one has to assume that the man of the house is a philanthropist providing protection for everybody in the street. And that includes staff living out as well as staff living in.”
With that he quietly departed and I returned to the task of using sausages as a packing material for the bottles. I confess I wasn’t tempted by the Special Reserve, instead restricting myself to the better wines available.
It was perhaps a couple of months later I was walking down Ropewalk and was
stopped by Simony Belltether. She was another student of mine from the University and I remembered that Staffin had been assiduously courting her during that period.
We chatted a little and then, somewhat tentatively, she broached the issue of Staffin.
When their relationship started he was almost endlessly attentive. Marriage seemed
to be an inevitability. Eventually when she took him home to meet her parents, her mother was impressed with him. Indeed she was so vocal singing his praises that Simony almost began to have doubts. After all what young lady wants a gentleman
admirer her mother entirely approves of? Of late Staffin had been far less attentive, and when he was with her had about him a distracted air and seemed nervous.
Simony’s mother had shifted her stance from unmitigated approval to dark suspicion.
Her father on the other hand was no help whatsoever, merely muttering something
about, “Perhaps he’s busy at work?”
Simony was genuinely torn. She wanted me to speak to Staffin and in a roundabout way point out to him that he had one last chance. Either he had to show some commitment or she would break off the engagement. I promised that if I saw him and
got the chance, I’d try speaking to him.
It was three days later that I next saw him. He was walking across Stonecutter’s Wharf and I caught up with him and just fell into conversation. Eventually I started to bring the conversation around to more important topics.
“Whatever happened to your plans to become a writer?”
Staffin just shrugged. “I cannot be a writer until I’ve got some life experience. I’ve got to experience the full gamut of emotions. Then I’ll be able to write.”
I had to bite my tongue at that one. Given my rate of progress I could be in my late fifties before I managed to experience the full gamut of emotions.
“What about Simony?” I asked. “I heard she was thinking of breaking off the engagement because she never sees you.”
His face fell, but then he brightened up a little. “Well I suppose that if she does, the
emotional turmoil I experience will be invaluable. Then I can write about such things.”
That was too much. I pushed him off the wharf into the estuary below. As he foundered through water and mud towards the rope somebody had thrown him I
shouted, “Alternatively you could just make it up like the rest of us do.”

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And now we’d better hear from Jim Webster.

So here I am again with another blog tour. I’ve released two collections of
short stories from Tallis and if you’ve enjoyed the one you just read,
you’ll almost certainly enjoy these.
So what have Tallis and I got for you?

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Well first there’s, ‘Tallis Steelyard. A guide for writers, and other stories.’ The book that all writers who want to know how to promote and sell
their books will have to read. Sit at the feet of the master as Tallis
passes on the techniques which he has tried and perfected over the years. As
well as this you’ll have music and decorum, lessons in the importance of
getting home under your own steam, and brass knuckles for a lady. How can
you resist, all this for a mere 99p.
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Tallis-Steelyard-guide-writers-stories-ebook/dp/B07
TRXJH8C/
Then we have, ‘Tallis Steelyard. Gentlemen behaving badly, and other stories.

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Now is your chance to see Port Naain by starlight and meet ladies of wit and discernment. There are Philosophical societies, amateur
dramatics, the modern woman, revenge, and the advantages of a good education.
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Tallis-Steelyard-Gentlemen-behaving-stories-ebook/d
p/B07TRYZV6C/
So come on, treat yourself, because you’re worth it.

Before you go here is what Jim says about himself.

“I live in South Cumbria, which is as nice a part of the world as any to be honest. Too old to play computer games and too young to watch daytime television. I’ve got a wife and three daughters, no dress sense and a liking for good cappuccino.

To make a living I sort of farm, sort of write and sort of help out where I’m wanted. I suppose one day I’ll grow up and do something properly.”

Don’t grow up yet Jim.

Song Lyric Sunday. 14/06/19.

Jim Adams said : This the theme for Song Lyric Sunday this week is Haunted/Magic/Mystery/Supernatural/Trick .

I have chosen In The Shadows by Rasmus.

The Rasmus is a Finnish rock band that formed in 1994 in Helsinki while the band members were in upper comprehensive school. The original band members were Lauri Ylönen (lead singer/songwriter), Eero Heinonen (bass), Pauli Rantasalmi (guitar) and Jarno Lahti (drums). Jarno Lahti left the year after and was replaced by Janne Heiskanen in 1995. Heiskanen quit the band in 1998 and was soon replaced by Aki Hakala. The Rasmus has sold 5 million albums worldwide, 310,000 copies in their native Finland alone. They have won numerous awards, both domestic and international. More information here

The song In The Shadows is very spooky as were both of the videos the made for the song. Which is why I have enclosed both videos.

It is on the group’s fifth studio album Dead Letters. The single achieved considerable chart success throughout Europe and worldwide, including the United Kingdom, where it reached No. 3, and New Zealand, where it topped the chart.

Here is the version for the American market.

And below is the official video for Scandinavia, UK and the rest of the rest of the world both were available and popular.

I always thought Rasmus a great group. Here are the lyrics. Happy Sunday everyone.

In The Shadows”

No sleep
No sleep until I am done with finding the answer
Won’t stop
Won’t stop before I find a cure for this cancer
Sometimes
I feel like going down and so disconnected
Somehow
I know that I am haunted to be wanted

I’ve been watching
I’ve been waiting
In the shadows for my time
I’ve been searching
I’ve been living
For tomorrows all my life

In the shadows

In the shadows

They say
That I must learn to kill before I can feel safe
But I
I’d rather kill myself than turn into their slave
Sometimes
I feel that I should go and play with the thunder
Somehow
I just don’t wanna stay and wait for a wonder

I’ve been watching
I’ve been waiting
In the shadows for my time
I’ve been searching
I’ve been living
For tomorrows all my life

Lately I been walking walking in circles, watching waiting for something
Feel me touch me heal me, come take me higher

I’ve been watching
I’ve been waiting
In the shadows all my time
I’ve been searching
I’ve been living
For tomorrows all my life
I’ve been watching
I’ve been waiting
I’ve been searching
I’ve been living for tomorrows

In the shadows

In the shadows
I’ve been waiting

Lyrics from A to Z Lyrics

Song Lyric Sunday: White Rabbit.

Hi this week Jim Adams at NewEpicAuthor said our prompt for #songlyricsunday, July 7, 2019 is – Zodiac animals those being a Rat/Ox/Tiger/Rabbit/Dragon/Snake/Horse/Sheep/ Monkey/Rooster/Dog/Pig.

When I was at school, a convent , taught by nuns. I got myself into a whole load of trouble. We were told we should bring in a favourite record to school for discussion. Well I was bullied at school not only by the other girls but by the nuns too.

I thought I would shake them all up! What did I choose as my play and tell. White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane.

This was written by Jefferson Airplane front woman Grace Slick, who based the lyrics on Lewis Carroll’s 1865 children’s book Alice InWonderland

(officially Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland). Like many young musicians in San Francisco, Slick did a lot of drugs, and she saw a surfeit of drug references in Carroll’s book, including the pills, the smoking caterpillar, the mushroom, and lots of other images that are pretty trippy. She noticed that many children’s stories involve a substance of some kind that alters reality, and felt it was time to write a song about it.
Above info found here

I loved the song then back in 1967 when I was in my fourteenth year. I had met my now hubby earlier that year when I was thirteen.

It was worth a couple of weeks Saturday Detention just for the look on the nuns face’s.

I do hope you enjoy it.

Song Lyric Sunday. 30th June.

This week’s prompt from Jim Adams of NewEpicAuthor is Who/What/When/Where/Why/How.

Well I thought firstly what about Who , what, when, where by Manhattan Transfer. From 1978, it ticks all the boxes, well almost bar two.

Lyrics from A to Z Lyrics

Who, What, When, Where, Why”

Who (who ooh ooh ooh ooh)

What (woo ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Where (woo ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Why (tell me why, tell me why, tell me why…)

I don’t understand
Let’s sit down and talk
One minute you love me and then you walk
There’s more going on
Than you will admit
‘Cause just as we got it to work you quit

I’m caught in a fog
And you make it clear
The truth won’t be worse than the things I fear
It’s a mystery to me
I haven’t a clue
If somebody else has a part of you

Tell me
Who (who)
What when where why (why)
Who is the guy
What made you need someone new
Tell me
Who what when where why
When did it die
When’d we go wrong
Don’t you lie, tell me why

You won’t be my love
You won’t be my friend
But won’t you at least help me comprehend
What’s happening to me
‘Cause after you go
My one consolation will be to know
The places and names, the reason and rhymes
The facts of the matter and points in time
I tried for your love
But you won’t allow
This guy to do nothin’ but ask you how

And… Who (who)
What when where why (why)
Who is the guy
What made you need someone new
Tell me
Who what when where why
When did it die
When’d we go wrong
Don’t you lie, tell me why

I want you to say
What’s inside your head
Confession is good for the soul it’s said
So start at the top and take it real slow
If you want out, then I have to know

Just… Who (who)
What when where why (why)
Who is the guy
What made you need someone new
Tell me
Who what when where why
When did it die
When’d we go wrong
Don’t you lie, tell me why

But I have to pop in a other song here one that especially resonates with me. It Annie Lennox singing Why. The lyrics of this song are so often the pattern of my life. It a beautiful song. I am stronger now but it’s not always easy to be. So I am reaching out my hand to support anyone out there Male/ Female / Transgender/ Lesbian/ Gay whoever needs support.💜 Be strong be brave be yourself. All the wrongs in life are not always your fault.💜

How many times do I have to try to tell you
That I’m sorry for the things I’ve done
But when I start to try to tell you
That’s when you have to tell me
Hey… this kind of trouble’s only just begun
I tell myself too many times
Why don’t you ever learn to keep your big mouth shut
That’s why it hurts so bad to hear the words
That keep on falling from your mouth
Falling from your mouth
Falling from your mouth
Tell me…
Why
Why
I may be mad
I may be blind
I may be viciously unkind
But I can still read what you’re thinking
And I’ve heard is said too many times
That you’d be better off
Besides…
Why can’t you see this boat is sinking
(this boat is sinking this boat is sinking)
Let’s go down to the water’s edge
And we can cast away those doubts
Some things are better left unsaid
But they still turn me inside out
Turning inside out turning inside out
Tell me…
Why
Tell me…
Why
This is the book I never read
These are the words I never said
This is the path I’ll never tread
These are the dreams I’ll dream instead
This is the joy that’s seldom spread
These are the tears…
The tears we shed
This is the fear
This is the dread
These are the contents of my head
And these are the years that we have spent
And this is what they represent
And this is how I feel
Do you know how I feel?
’cause i don’t think you know how I feel
I don’t think you know what I feel
I don’t think you know what I feel
You don’t know what I feel
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: LENNOX ANN

This is part of #songlyricsunday.

Song Lyric Sunday: 23/ 6/2019

This week Jim Adams of. NewEpicAuthor has given us the prompt : Cards/Dice/Gamble/Lose/Win. For our Song Lyric Sunday.

We have guests from Canada so my time blogging is very limited. I am going with the first song that comes into my head this evening.

It’s Lady Gaga with Poker Face my apologies to everyone else who probably picked this one too! Also I may not get around to checking many other posts out. Hopefully I will be back to normal next week 💜

Apart from anything else I love the video!

Poker Face”

Mum mum mum mah
Mum mum mum mah
Mum mum mum mah
Mum mum mum mah
Mum mum mum mah

I wanna hold ’em like they do in Texas, please
Fold ’em, let ’em, hit me, raise it, baby, stay with me (I love it)
Love game intuition play the cards with Spades to start
And after he’s been hooked I’ll play the one that’s on his heart

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-e-oh-oh-oh
I’ll get him hot, show him what I’ve got
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-e-oh-oh-oh,
I’ll get him hot, show him what I’ve got

[Chorus:]
Can’t read my,
Can’t read my
No he can’t read my poker face
(she’s got me like nobody)
Can’t read my
Can’t read my
No he can’t read my poker face
(she’s got me like nobody)

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)

I wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be
A little gambling is fun when you’re with me (I love it)
Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun
And baby when it’s love if it’s not rough it isn’t fun, fun

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-e-oh-oh-oh
I’ll get him hot, show him what I’ve got
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-e-oh-oh-oh,
I’ll get him hot, show him what I’ve got

[Chorus]

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
(Mum mum mum mah)
(Mum mum mum mah)

I won’t tell you that I love you
Kiss or hug you
Cause I’m bluffin’ with my muffin
I’m not lying, I’m just stunnin’ with my love-glue-gunning
Just like a chick in the casino
Take your bank before I pay you out
I promise this, promise this
Check this hand cause I’m marvelous

[Chorus 3x]

[3x]
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)

Now we need an old one too

Luck be a Lady Tonight. This version is from the cast of Guys and Dolls at The Old Globe.

Luck Be A Lady”
They call you “Lady Luck”,
But there is room for a doubt.
At times you have a very unladylike way of running out.

You’re on this date with me.
The picking’s have been lush.
And yet before this evening is over you might give me the brush.

You might forget your manners
You might refuse to stay
And so the best that I can do is pray

Luck, be a lady tonight.
Luck, be a lady tonight.
Luck, if you’ve ever been a lady to begin with.
Luck, be a lady tonight.

Luck, let a gentleman see
How nice a dame you can be.
I know the way you’ve treated other guys you’ve been with.
Luck, be a lady with me.

A lady doesn’t leave her escort:
It isn’t fair, it isn’t nice.
A lady doesn’t wander all over the room
And blow on some other guy’s dice.

Let’s keep this party polite,
Never get out of my sight,
Stick with me, baby. I’m the fellow you came in with.
Luck, be a lady tonight.

Luck, let a gentleman see
Just how nice—, how nice a—, a dame you can be.
I know the way you’ve treated other guys you’ve been with.
Luck, be a lady with me.

A lady doesn’t leave her escort:
It isn’t fair, and it’s not nice.
A lady doesn’t wander all over the room
And blow on some other guy’s dice.

So, let’s keep the party polite,
Never get out of my sight,
Stick with me, baby. I’m the guy that you came in with.
Luck, be a lady.
Luck, be a lady.
Luck, be a lady tonight.

Both lyrics from A to Z Lyrics

Song Lyric Sunday Time of Day.

Jim Adams of NewEpicAuthor has given us Dawn/Noon/Dusk/Midnight/Nocturnal/Diurnal as the theme for today’s Song Lyric Sunday prompt.

Right folks I have the 99 year old mother in law over, as we do most Sundays. She gets very ansie if I even look at my phone when she is here. ( She never been keen on me so any excuse to put me down she will. Never mind I am patient and just smile and agree).

So it’s a quick one today but one I love and the video..well I could watch that all day to.

Without futher ado I give you Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers and Night and Day. From the film The Gay Divorcée. The tile of the film dates from when gay meant happy and cheerful.

Lyrics by Cole Porter.

Night and day, you are the one
Only you beneath the moon
Under the sun
Whether near to me or far
It’s no matter, darling, where you are
I think of you night and day
Night and day, why’s it so
That this longing for you
Follows wherever I go
In the roaring traffic’s boom
In the silence of my lonely room
I think of you night and day
Night and day, under the hide of me
There’s an, ooh, such a hungry yearning
Burning inside of me
And this torment won’t be through
Till you let me spend my life making love to you
Day and night, night and day

Lyrics found here

Song Lyric Sunday. Mother’s.

For this week’s Song Lyric Sunday Jim Adams at NewEpicAuthor said :The theme today is Mom/Mother/Flowers. Pick up some flowers, or candy, or even a card for your mother. Better yet, give her a call or go visit her and tell her how much you love her.

Why? Because it’s Mother’s Day in the US. So happy Mother’s Day to America. A day for Hallmark, florists, and chocolatiers to celebrate.

Personally I think it should be parents day everyday.

But enough let’s go with the prompt.

My mum has been dead a long time over 20years. I still miss her so much. I wrote this poem in her honour.

Polesden  Lacey

Gentle she was.

Gentle she was, a young woman of means, beautiful in her Marcel Wave she was.

A hair dresser with her own shop a teaser of hair and tresses.

Then the quiet Irish man took her eye and her heart.

Not impressed were her parents with the young Irish trade unionist from the motor trade.

Time eventually brought them round to accept the vows the young couple had made.

Grief she bore when her fist born died at six months

Brave she was to have more. Three girls then two boys , and two more angels lost in-between.

Then after all was finished me, making six.

Hard she worked to bring us up and support her quiet man who was there for her too.

Kind she was, good and open hearted she was.

The door always open to family and waifs and strays

Big hearted she was to all who past through our door.

Always there she was, with words of wisdom and comfort.

Her beautiful heart shone through her eyes.

Patient she was but there was temper there if needed,

She was not strong or mean but if needed her children and her man she would defend to the death!

Beautiful she was in features and in heart

there was not task she would not finish if she had made a start.

Cried for her daughters she did as her man gave them away

And when her sons went too she had a proud day.

Together alone by themselves again.

Happy she was full of the business of her quiet man.

Yet she was always ready to talk and help and ease our pain.

Cleaver she was but not school or college wise she was wise in life and love and truth and need.

Lonely she was when her man was taken ,

Wept she did as she wanted to join him.

Lost she was without the quiet man .

Heart broken she became though she threw herself in to caring for grandchildren.

Gone she was before her body, her mind and soul went to him.

Lost to us she was, a smile here and there maybe a flash of recognition.

Unknowing of all around her she was,sad eyed frighted lamb lonely lonely.

Tiny she was when she went sadly lost to us long before .

Gone into her mind to find her quiet man.

Tears we shed for her,we wept in grief and I in anger because so long had she been gone and I had wanted to talk to her,

But gone she really was.

Anemones her favourite flowers were they always remind me of her.

I forgave her for leaving me and now accept she had to go

As by the side of her quiet man was where she had to be.

Never to be forgotten.

So I have picked Like a River by Carly Simon.

Carly wrote the song for her mother Andrea Simon, written just after her passing in 1994.

The song speaks of her mother’s spirit always being there for her and the family. It just how I feel about my mum. She saw all my boys but none of my grandchildren …she died years before they were born. She watches over them as she does over the whole extended family.

Like A River

Dear mother the struggle is over now

And your house is up for sale
We divided your railway watches
Between the four of us
I fought over the pearls
With the other girls
But it was all a metaphor
For what was wrong with us
As the room is emptying out
Your face so young comes into view
And on the back porch is a well-worn step
And a pool of light you can walk into

I’ll wait no more for you like a daughter,
That part of our life together is over
But I will wait for you, forever
Like a river…

Can you clear up the mystery of the Sphinx?
Do you know any more about God?
Are you dancing with Benjamin Franklin
On the face of the moon?
Have you reconciled with Dad?
Does the rain still make you sad?
Last night I swear I could feel you
Moving through my room
And I thought you touched my feet
I so wanted it to be true
In my theater there is a stage
And a footlight you can step into…

I’ll wait no more for you like a daughter,
That part of our life together is over
But I will wait for you, forever
Like a river…

In the river I know I will find the key
And your voice will rise like the spray
In the moment of knowing
The tide will wash away my doubt
‘Cause you’re already home
Making it nice for when I come home
Like the way I find my bed turned down
Coming in from a late night out.
Please keep reminding me
Of what in my soul I know is true

Come in my boat, there’s a seat beside me
And two or three stars we can gaze into…

I’ll wait no more for you like a daughter,
That part of our life together is over
But I will wait for you forever
Like a river…

I’ll never leave, always just a dream away
A star that’s always watching
Never turn away
We’ll never leave, always just a thought away
A candle always burning
Never turn away
The moon will hide, the tree will bend
I’m right beside you
I’ll never turn away

Letters Never Sent” (1994)

Letters Never Sent
Lost In Your Love
Like A River
Time Works On All The Wild Young Men
Touched By The Sun
Davy
Halfway ‘Round The World
What About A Holiday
The Reason
Private
Catch It Like A Fever
Born To Break My Heart
I’d Rather It Was You

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Song Lyric Sunday. 5/5/2019

Jim Adams of NewEpicAuthor has given us a huge theme for Song Lyric Sunday. It is: Hurt/Pain/Agony/Suffer. Distress, discomfort, misery, torture and torment are all close synonyms, so there should be a lot of songs out there relating to this topic that you can choose from.

Song Lyric Sunday

Well yes Jim that’s a wide canvas you have given us.

I have chosen The Drugs Don’t Work. By The Verve.

Lead singer Richard Ashcroft wrote the song in early 1995. He briefly mentioned it in an interview at the time, relating it to his drug usage: “There’s a new track I’ve just written […] It goes ‘the drugs don’t work, they just make me worse, and I know I’ll see your face again’. That’s how I’m feeling at the moment. They make me worse, man. But I still take ’em. Out of boredom and frustration you turn to something else to escape.”

Ashcroft also performed the song when the band was touring in support of A Northern Soul.
The song was eventually recorded for Urban Hymns. The album’s producer, Chris Potter later referred to it as both the best song and best vocal he had ever recorded.

The single was noted during Channel 4‘s 100 Greatest #1 Singles programme as unintentionally capturing the spirit of the nation as it was released the day after Princess Diana died. Info from Wikipedia

The song is also linked with death of his father – who died from a blood clot when Richard was just 11 years old – and his wife’s Kate Radley’s father, who died of cancer.

Either way this is a beautiful and sad song that encompasses every word in your challenge.

Get the tissues out 💜

Song Lyric Sunday 21/4/2019

Hi it is Easter Sunday today and our host Jim Adams NewEpicAuthor has given us this wide open prompt.’Seasons/Winter/Spring/Summer/Fall ‘ for Song Lyric Sunday.

Sorry this one s so late, I have been so busy today. Hope you are all enjoying Easter.

Winter’s Tale, by David Essex.

A Man for all Seasons, by the Bee Gees, B side to 1970s A side Lonely Days.

“Man For All Seasons”

Everybody wants to leave
Just like you and I
I have all year to smile
A tear for every eye

Life closed it’s eyes, broke my world, now I cry
I’ve got to tell you, I’ve got the reasons
‘Cause I’m a man, a man for all seasons, alive

And would I pray
What makes the world go round
I haven’t got today
My mind is lost and found

Life closed it’s eyes and said goodbye, now I cry
But I’ve got to tell you, I’ve got my reasons
‘Cause I’m a man, a man for all seasons, alive
And would I pray what makes the world go round
I haven’t got today, my mind is lost and found
Du du du du du du du

I’m a man for all seasons
I’m a man for all seasons
I’m a man for all seasons
I’m a man for all seasons
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Song Lyric Sunday: Freeze/Cold/Ice.

This week Jim Adams of NewEpicAuthor has given us the prompt this week of Freeze/Cold/Ice. He hopes that we have some cool tunes.

Well my first thought was Cold Water Surrounds Me by Damon Rice . Such a beautiful song.

The other song I have chosen is Under Ice. By Kate Bush. I really love both these songs I hope you enjoyed them too.

“Under Ice”

It’s wonderful.

Everywhere, so white.
The river has frozen over.
Not a soul on the ice.
Only me skating fast.
I’m speeding past trees,
Leaving little lines in the ice,
Splitting, splitting sound,
Silver heels spitting, spitting snow.

(“Sonar says…?…deep…?”)

There’s something moving
Under, under the ice,
Moving under ice,
Through water,
Trying to get out of the cold water.
“It’s me.”
Something, someone–help them.
“It’s me.”

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