Song Lyric Sunday 7th September 2019.

Hi it’s Sunday again and time once more for Song Lyric Sunday. Our host Jim Adams has set us the prompt of: Bird/Fly/Sky/Wing.

My first thought was Gorge Harrison, my favourite Beatle taking the lead with his song Blue Jay Way. I do believe that is where he stayed for a while in the Hollywood Hills.

“Blue Jay Way”
Written by George Harrison.

There’s a fog upon L.A.,
And my friends have lost their way.
“We’ll be over soon,” they said.
Now they’ve lost themselves instead

Please don’t be long
Please don’t you be very long
Please don’t be long for I may be asleep

Well, it only goes to show
And I told them where to go
Ask a policeman on the street
There’s so many there to meet

Please don’t be long
Please don’t you be very long
Please don’t be long for I may be asleep

Now it’s past my bed I know
And I’d really like to go
Soon will be the break of day
Sitting here in Blue Jay Way

Please don’t be long
Please don’t you be very long
Please don’t be long for I may be asleep

Please don’t be long
Please don’t you be very long
Please don’t be long

Please don’t be long
Please don’t you be very long
Please don’t be long

Please don’t be long
Please don’t you be very long
Please don’t be long

Don’t be long, don’t be long, don’t be long
Don’t be long, don’t be long, don’t be long
Lyrics from A to Z Lyrics

And of course Spread your Wings by Queen . lyrics in the Video.

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 17/8/2019.

This week for #songlyricsunday our host Jim Adams of Newepiauthor said: “Choose a song with the name of another group or singer in the Lyrics.”

My first song choice is Electric Trains from UK Group Squeeze. In mentions Julie Andrews, actress and singer and Jerry Garcia lead guitarist and songwriter from the Grateful Dead. There is even a nod to Bill Hayley and Rock around the Clock.

Electric Trains

When I was crowned a mama’s boy by friends I didn’t like
I made a meal of trips to school upon my father’s bike
I used to sit between his legs perched on a piece of wood
And if it ever rained on us, I’d slip beneath his hood
And at home, the radio was on
From Julie Andrews (Out of my head)
To Jerry Garcia (Playing the Dead)
Life was all fun and games (Fun and games)
(Out of my head) I was out of my head
(Under the bed) And underneath my bed
(Playing the Dead) Playing with electric trains
(Electric trains)
At home the stereo was on
My head was filled with rock
I played a willow cricket bat guitar
And soloed round the clock
My records stacked up in a pile
Collected from the charts and the Top of The Pops
From Julie Andrews (Out of my head)
To Jerry Garcia (Playing the Dead)
Life was all fun and games (Fun and games)
(Out of my head) I was out of my head
(Under the bed) And underneath my bed
(Playing the Dead) Playing with electric trains
(Electric trains)
Kneeling with torchlight shining before me
In bed with my eyeballs stuck in readers’ wives
Pubic hairs proudly counted every day
Many took their story out into the Milky Way
I chased the girls and made them cry, my hair grew down my back
The passing of my teenage years were spent down in the sack
I played guitar and formed a band, I puked up all night long
As people came to sit and stare while I raced through my songs
The Sound of Music passed me by
Just like the Grateful Dead
From Julie Andrews (Out of my head)
To Jerry Garcia (Playing the Dead)
Life was all fun and games (Fun and games)
(Out of my head) I was out of my head
(Under the bed) And underneath my bed
(Playing the Dead) Playing with electric trains
(Electric trains)
Oh, electric trains
(Out of my head)
(Under the bed)
(Playing the Dead)
(Out of my head)
(Under the bed)
(Playing the Dead)
(Out of my head)

AToZ Lyrics

Then the great dance song Move like Jagger as in Mick Jagger by Maroon 5.

Okay I went over the top last week so I am stopping there . Have fun everyone, happy Sunday.

Song Lyric Sunday. 10/8/2019 Famous People.

It’s Sunday again and Jim Adams of NewEpicAuthor said : “The Song Lyric Sunday theme for this week to be a song that includes somebody famous in it.”

Well the first song that comes to mind is the wonderful history lesson We didn’t start the fire by Billy Joel. It is a virtual how’s how and what happened then of modern history. I think more than one person will choose this brilliant song.

Then there is the wonderful Rock on ,James Dean by the fabulous David Essex.

Next I have chosen Joan D’Arc by Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark.

There are so many so I am just going to pick one more . Betty Davis Eyes by Kim Carnes

Oh!one more please High Flying Adored by Antonio Bandares and Madonna. From the Musical Evita which was about Eva Perón it was originally recorded by David Essex and Elaine Paige.

And the David Essex and Elaine Paige one .

Okay okay I am being greedy I will stop now. 💜💜💜

I hope you enjoy this I certainly did 💜💜💜

#songlyricsunday.

Song Lyric Sunday. 3/9/2019.

It’s Sunday again and time for Song Lyric Sunday. I missed out last week due to being unwell but here I am back like the preverbial bad penny not totally fit but on the right road.

Well this week it’s T.V. music and Jim Adams said: “This week you can write about either the TV show or the song, or both. Everyone should be able to find a song that is featured in a TV show and works with this prompt. Try to find a song that fits the prompt, then write your post.”

I have chosen the theme to The Bridge an absolutely brilliant Scandinavian darker than dark drama. The theme is an absolute perfect match to the story. I fell in love with the theme after 60 secs of hearing.

The theme is by Choir of Young Believers is the musical project of singer, writer and guitarist Jannis Noya Makrigiannis from Copenhagen, Denmark. The band, which consists of Makrigiannis along with a rotating cast of supporting players, has had multiple No 1 hits in their home country of Denmark and was named the “Best New Act” at the 2009 Danish Music Awards. COYB’s music combines folk melodies, orchestral instrumentation, and dark lyrics. More Information here.

The theme is called Hollow Talk.

The series The Bridge is one of most compelling I have ever watched. It is set around an Autistic policewoman, a detective, who has some very strange character traits and comes from a difficult family background.

It is written by Hans Rosenfeldt. A joint creative and financed production between Sweden’s Sveriges Television and Denmark’s Danmarks Radio, it has been shown in more than 100 countries.

The first series begins with the discovery of a dead body exactly on the centre of theØresund Bridge, which links Malmö with Copenhagen, necessitating a joint investigation. Sofia Helin, as the Swedish police detective Saga Norén, stars in all four series. In the first and second, her Danish counterpart, Martin Rohde, is played by Kim Bodnia, and in the third and fourth Thure Lindhardt plays Henrik Sabroe. The first series was broadcast on the Swedish SVT1 and Danish DR1 during the autumn of 2011, and on the United Kingdom’s BBC Four the following spring. More information here.

There are four seasons each as good as the first. I can really recommend it to anyone. You soon get used to reading the subtitles.

Here is a little clip to wet your appetite.

#songlyricsunday.

Song Lyric Sunday 21/July 2019

It is Sunday July 21, 2019 and that means it’s time for Song Lyric Sunday from Jim Adams. This week our prompt words are – Wedding/Marry/Diamond/Ring/Cake.

Well I love the song Wedding Bell Blues originally written and recorded by Laura Nyro in 1966. The best known version was a number one hit for the 5th Dimension in 1969. More information here

Now my favourite version is by Morrisey Featuring Billy Joe Armstrong

It’s the best version, to my mind .

And of course there is always the Bruno Mars song Marry You,
from his debut studio album, Doo-Wops & Hooligans (2010). Written and produced by The Smeezingtons, the track serves as the record’s sixth track and was released as a single outside of the United States. “Marry You” is a pop song featuring strong influences of doo-wop and soul music. The recording focuses on spontaneous marriage and therefore, since its release, has frequently been used as a proposal song.more information here.

And here is photo the wedding cake from our youngest son and his wife’s wedding and the Rainbow cake our eldest sons girlfriend (of the time) had made for them as well.

Then there is Martha Reeves and the Vandellas with Third Finger Left Hand.

Lyrics from Lyrics dot com

At last my dreams come true 
Today he said "I do" 
Friends said it couldn't be done 
But all his love I know I've won 
'Cause 3rd finger, left hand 
That's where he placed the wedding band 

He walked right up to me
& pledged his love for me
I longed to hear him say
The sweet words he spoke that day
Made me feel so good inside
The tears came to my eyes
I love him above the rest
‘Cause in my book he’s the best

‘Cause he did something that no one else did
Friends said it couldn’t be done
But all his love I know I’ve won
‘Cause 3rd finger, left hand
That’s where he placed the wedding band

His words were precious few
But all along my heart knew
That no other boys in line
Could ever change my mind
Other boys I sent away
I locked my heart till our wedding day
I love him above the rest
‘Cause in my book he’s the best

‘Cause he did something that no one else did
Friends said it couldn’t be done
But all his love I know I’ve won
‘Cause 3rd finger, left hand
That’s where he placed the wedding band

3rd finger, left hand
That’s where he placed the wedding band

Written by: BRIAN HOLLAND, EDWARD HOLLAND, EDWARD, JR. HOLLAND, LAMONT DOZIER, LAMONT HERBERT DOZIER

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

And finally Diamonds it’s got to be Sia and Shine Bright Like a Diamond

I think that wraps it up . It taken me all day to do this as I have been entertaining the MIL 😉💜💜

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

Call yourself a writer.jpg

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?

Tallis Steelyard, A guide for writers, and other stories.jpg

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.

Tallis Steelyard, Gentlemen behaving badly, and other stories.jpg

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.

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Books, Poems, Stories...and a cup of coffee, or two!

Tent Stories

The untold tales of paths trodden, fears conquered and battles won.

Jemima Pett

Writing and reviews with an environmental, science fiction, and fantasy touch

My Colourful Life

Because Life is Colourful

Marian Wood

Aspiring Author and Poet

Ritu Bhathal

Author, Poet, Storyteller

besonian

musings on life, love, people, why we're here and where we're going

Author Steve Boseley - Half a Loaf of Fiction

Horror and Dark Fiction, and assorted other topics

Ben Naga

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

A Unique Title For Me

Hoping to make the world more beautiful

Looking For The Light

Keep Moving Forward

M J Mallon YA/Paranormal Author

Kyrosmagica Publishing - The Magical Home of Books, Writing and Inspiration

Jane Dougherty Writes

About fantastical places and other stuff

chuffincat

By popular demand.

Art by Rob Goldstein

There is no common truth, but there are facts.

Thru Violet's Lentz

My view, tho' somewhat askew...

The Sound of One Hand Typing

Music, Musings, Memoir, and Madness

Savoring Sixty and Beyond

"So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day." 2 Corinthians 4:16

Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

poetry, writings & rants; hope in the margins

SaylingAway

Shorts, Novels, and Other Things

Joy Lennick

Writing and Reading

The Swan Song

Words and Words are all I have!

The Silent Eye

A Modern Mystery School

TanGental

Writing, the Universe and whatever occurs to me

The Annual Bloggers Bash

The Official Website for the Best Blogging Event of the Year!

Just muddling through life

The ups and downs of a working mum

ThoughtsnLifeBlog

Our Thoughts Influence Our Life.

Iain Kelly

Fiction Writing

Roberta Writes

How you see life depends on how you look at things

The Showers of Blessings

Giving and Receiving Blessings

TheFeatheredSleep

Tigers not daughters

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

Echoes of Life, Love and Laughter