The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 3, 2021. Who/ Whom.

Badge by Shelley Krupa.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “start with who/whom” Begin your post with either “who” or “whom” and go from there. Have fun!

Who do I think of when I think back to my pre-teen days when all my brothers and sisters where all alive and at home. Who was who back then, Teresa Mary, Mary Anne, Frances Jane, Anthony Conrad, John Patrick and me , there had been three more but I never knew them and of course there was Mum and Dad.

Music played a huge part in my young life, in all our lives but I was the youngest and the one who soaked up the magic.

Mum loved the big musicals of the time, Carousel , Paint your Wagons, South Pacific. Now Dad he loved the classics, Maria Calis was exactly who my Dad really liked .. I learned to a appreciate Mum and Dad’s music at a young age.

Teresa loved Pat Boone, Frances loved Elvis and Cliff, Mary…well I can’t remember who Mary really liked back then but in later years she was into big shows and jazz. My brother Tony was heavily in to Johnny Mathis for whom I have a great liking still. Then there was John Patrick who was absolutely besotted with Buddy Holly and Adam Faith both of whom I also like.

So how can I finish this post? Well I am going to say that there is one of the afore mentioned artists of whom I am very much enamoured and that is Adam Faith! My favourite song of his is …wait for it…WHO AM I and here it is .💜

This is part of LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. #SoCs.

Song Lyric Sunday. Chat/Laugh/Rant/Scream/Talk

This week our host Jim Adams has given us the prompt Chat/Laugh/Rant/Scream/Talk  for Song Lyric Sunday.

I have chosen I only wanna laugh by Dusty Springfield. I am afraid I am not very keen on this song but it fitted the prompt and I do love Dusty.

A little bit of trivia I think I may of this is mentioned before. I want to the same school as Dusty in Northfields Ealing. I was a lot younger than her but my eldest sister Theresa was in the same class and new her.

Mary Isobel Catherine Bernadette O’BrienOBE (16 April 1939 – 2 March 1999), professionally known as Dusty Springfield, was an English pop singer and record producer whose career extended from the late 1950s to the 1990s. With her distinctive mezzo-soprano sound, she was an important singer of blue-eyed soul and at her peak was one of the most successful British female performers, with six top 20 singles on the US Billboard Hot 100 and sixteen on the UK Singles Chart from 1963 to 1989. She is a member of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and UK Music Hall of Fame. International polls have named Springfield among the best female rock artists of all time. Her image, supported by a peroxide blonde bouffant hairstyle, evening gowns, and heavy make-up, as well as her flamboyant performances, made her an icon of the Swinging Sixties.

“I Only Wanna Laugh”

Change the mood I’m in
For a little while
Let me see that grin
Let me see you smile

No soulful tales that fret and frown
No woeful wails that get me down
No rights or wrongs
Sing no sad songs for me

I only wanna laugh
No time for crying
I only wanna laugh
No time for tears

I only wanna sing
A song that’s happy
That’s why I only wanna walk a street that’s sunny
I only wanna see the side that’s funny

I’m saving all of my tears until tomorrow
‘Cause crying all my tears
Just ain’t my style
I’m acting like a clown
But let me be
‘Cause even though I know
The joke’s on me
I only wanna laugh
Only wanna laugh
Only wanna laugh

I’m saving all of my tears until tomorrow
‘Cause crying all my tears
Baby, just ain’t my style
I’m acting like a clown
But let me be
‘Cause even though the joke’s on me, oh
Tell the girls goodbye
‘Cause I don’t wanna cry
Hey
I only wanna laugh
Only wanna laugh
Only wanna laugh.

AtoZ Lyrics

The song I wanna laugh comes from the musical Jimmy. It is a musical with a score by Bill Jacob, lyrics by Patti Jacob, dance arrangements by John Berkman, and a book by Melville Shavelson and Morrie Ryskind. The musical describes the rise and fall of New York City Mayor Jimmy Walker, whose career was marred by corruption. It was a romanticised version of Walker’s tenure as mayor, as presented in the 1957 film Beau James, starring Bob Hope.[1] The film came from a biography of Walker, also titled Beau James, written by Gene Fowler.

Jimmy had a brief Broadway run from October 1969 to January 1970, starring Frank Gorshin as Walker, Anita Gillette as Betty Compton and Julie Wilson.[2]Jack L Warner and Don Saxon produced the original Broadway production under the direction of Joseph Anthony. It was not critically acclaimed. Information from Wikipedia.

Happy Sunday Everyone.

Song Lyric Sunday. Elementary.

It’s Sunday and time for Jim Adams to set us a prompt for Song Lyric Sunday. July 12, 2020 – Air/Earth/Fire/Water.

No doubt, I just went for the obvious.

In 1979, a group of women sharing a passion for international music, dance, and women’s issues formed the global music ensemble Libana. Inspired by Judy Chicago’s groundbreaking exhibit “The Dinner Party,” Libana took their name from a woman honored by the artist—a 10th century Moorish poet, philosopher, and musician—symbolizing women’s creativity, vision and spirit throughout time. 

LIBANA believes deeply in the power of song, the rhythm of the drum, and the spirit of dance to connect people across vast cultural difference. Creating a bridge of the heart, their commitment to the artistic expression of the global community has inspired dynamic cross-cultural understanding, profound healing, and widespread peacebuilding. 

Information from here

And just because they are so brilliant Earth Wind and Fire with Serpentine Fire. From 1977

Happy Sunday everyone.

The Entertainment Files, Music on Lock Down

Our Lovely Hugh has invited us to spread some joy, he said:

“Have you seen any videos of people doing the same thing as the Marsh family by creating something that has got people laughing? Share it with us in the comments section or by creating a new blog post, linking back to this post. Click here to find out how to create a pingback.”

Well here is my favourite of the moment, great song and very clever information which is really helpful too!

There are loads out there so do get searching and sharing.

But keep in touch.
Spread joy not woe

HughsViews and News

Just because I love this song.

Another great track from Their Satanic Magesties Request.

Song Lyric Sunday. 24/11/19.

This week’s prompt from Jim Adams for Song Lyric Sunday, November 24, 2019 is Bounty/Dessert/Eat/Feast/Food/Hungry/Turkey. I have chosen the word Eat.

This week I have chosen part of Kate Bush’s film The Line,The Cross and The Curve. The part I have chosen is called Eat the music.The Line, the Cross and the Curve is a 1993 British musical short film directed by and starring singer Kate Bush, co-starring Miranda Richardson and choreographerLindsay Kemp, who had served as dance mentor to Bush early in her career.

This short film is essentially an extended music video featuring songs from Bush’s 1993 album, The Red Shoes, which in turn was inspired by the classic movie musical-fantasy The Red Shoes.

In this version of the tale, Bush plays a frustrated singer-dancer who is enticed by a mysterious woman (Miranda Richardson) into putting on a pair of magical ballet slippers. Once on her feet, the shoes start dancing on their own, and Bush’s character (who is never referred to by name) must battle Richardson’s character to free herself from the spell of the shoes. Her guide on this strange journey is played by Kemp. The film was released direct-to-video in most areas and was only a modest success; Kate Bush later expressed her displeasure with the final product, calling it “a load of bollocks”.[1] Soon after its release, Bush effectively dropped out of the public eye until her eighth studio album, Aerial, was released in November 2005.Two years after the UK release, due to late promotion in the US, the film was nominated for the Long Form Music Video at the 1996 Grammy Awards.

read more here at Wikipedia.

Here is the whole film for you to enjoy. I absolutely adore this film and I hope you do.

"Eat The Music"

Split me open
With devotion
You put your hands in
And rip my heart out
Eat the music

Does he conceal
What he really feels?
He's a woman at heart
And I love him for that
Let's split him open

Like a pomegranate
Insides out
All is revealed
Not only women bleed

Take the stone out
Of the mango
You put it in your mouth
And pull a plum out

Take a papaya
You like a guava?
Grab a banana
And a sultana
Rip them to pieces
With sticky fingers
Split the banana
Crush the sultana

Split 'em open
With devotion
You put your hands in
And rip their hearts out

Like a pomegranate
Insides out
He's a woman at heart
And love him for that

Take a papaya
You like a guavva?
Grab a banana
And a sultana
Rip 'em to pieces
With sticky fingers
Split the banana
Crush the sultana

All emotion
And with devotion
You put your hands in
What ya thinking?
What am I singing?
A song of seeds
The food of love
Eat the music
Lyrics fro A to Z Lyrics

As a child the story of the Red Ballet Shoess by Hans Christian Andersen was one of my favourite stories even though it scared me rigid. I even wrote my own version in verse here. Happy Sunday to you all

This is part of Jim Adams’s Song Lyric Sunday.

Lord of the Deep, Into the Deep part 2

Urshanabi leads Gilgamesh to the Deep Underworld. And so for nine hours Gilgamesh has to out run the sun.
And he does out run the sun, though how I do not know.

Continued

After nine exhausting hours with the sun hot on his heels Gilgamesh emerges from the underworld into the garden of the Gods.

The garden is a place that even, the mighty King of Uruk has never seen the like of. He was dazzled by trees and plants that have flowers and blossom of precious and semi precious stones and gems. It was quite amazing.

Then Gilgamesh is confronted by an ordinary man, Utanpishtim. The king of Uruk is surprised he was expecting a God that he would have to fight.

Weaponless Gilgamesh has to talk to Utanpishtim who asks him why he looks so tired and wan. Gilgamesh tells him how he has spent his last nine hours outrunning the sun. He also tells of the loss of his dear brother Enkidu and how he King of Girt – Walled – Uruk wants Immortality for himself and his people .

Utanpishtim says he has wasted his time venturing to these shores and all he has done is bring himself one day closer to death.

You can run but you cannot hide

Death reachs across the divide.

Immortals and men do not mix

All men die it’s written in stone, fixed.

Now Enlil had gathered the Gods together after the Flood and granted Utanpishtim and his wife Shiduri immortality. The question now arose who would grant this to Gilgamesh, what deeds would he do to gain his goal.

Utanpishtim set Gilgamesh the task that he must stay awake for seven days and nights with no sleep. The big ego that is Gilgamesh agreed to this blindly.

The task is set

Gilgamesh accepts and yet

In seconds he is asleep

Unable to his boastful words to keep.

He will lie says Utanpishtim

He is man as duplicitous as all his kin.

Shiduri will bake for everyday he sleeps a loaf.

He will lie, for all his mighty ways he’s just an oaf.

Shiduri bakes a loaf each day for the seven day and lays them infront of the sleeping Gilgamesh when the seventh day arrives Utanpishtim wakes Gilgamesh.

Of course he lies and tells Utanpishtim and Shiduri that he had not slept a wink.

He does not fool the wise couple who knew the outcome would always be a fail compounded by a lie. Shiduri shows Gilgamesh the seven loaves and gets him to feel the rock hard first and the soft warm last one.

Death around Gilgamesh creeps

Fear and failure into his soul seeps.

Lies from his mouth have made him fail

The useless the efforts of his travail

Will he be banished empty handed.

As a hopeless fool branded.

To be continued….

The story of Gilgamesh is one older than time and one that is repeated in all ancient and modern religious books and stories ..though the names and places change the stories do not.

Here is a clip from one of a trilogy of films called The Chronicles of Riddick. The characters in the clip have to outrun the sun, which waits for no man.

As I am nearing the end of my account of my feelings and experiences at The Silent Eye Spring Workshop I find I want to linger with the memories and stop time.

Weekly Song Challenge 10

This is lauravent69 Weekly Song Challenge 10.

The Rules are :

Copy rules and add to your own post, pinging back to this post.
Post music videos for your answers to the musical questions.
Tag two people to participate!
Easy!

1. Post a video of a musical commercial jingle.

Shake and Vac Advert from 1980s

2. Post a music video of a song that is geographical.

Barcelona By Freddie Mercury and Montserrat Caballé.

3. Post a music video of a song from an animated Disney movie.

A whole new world . From Aladdin.

I challenge:

Anyone that wants to participate!! Let’s have a little bit of fun!

I need cheering up!

Watch out for Axil Rose’s entrance at 3mins 19secs.

I just keep smiling , I won’t give up!

Halloween, a countdown

Lorraine is  doing  a  great  theme  entitled  Countdown  to  Halloween.   Well  she  is  asking  for  songs, and  books  to  read  for  Halloween. Well I  put  on my thinking cap  and  dug  deep into  my  archives  and  found  some of  my  old  Halloween  poems and  revamped them  for  the season! I  have  added  some of  my favourite  spooky  music   as  for  reading  material …….

The Lovely Bones  by  Alice  Sebold.   Dracula’s Guest and Other Weird Stories 

by Bram Stoker

 

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I know that it is  raining  I can see that it is  wet

But you are my familiar  and not a blooming pet!

I have asked you nicely I have even said please

Now go and get me food or I shall infest you with flees.

Excuse me, Lady  Mistress, this does not seem quite right

Just where in my contract does it say I have to work for you at night!

You have run me ragged every minute of today

I am tired now and my feathers are wet and here in the warm I need to stay.

Pardon me, my fine feathered friend, pardon me my beauty

I am not requesting  that you get me food I am demanding that you do your duty.

I am the one in charge not you . I am the tortured soul of a Vampire

You do as I bid  and brook me not. Go, go on, What are waiting for, wet weather attire.

Well Mistress that would not go amiss for I am not a duck,

And if I get lost  you will miss out and that would be such bad luck.

Be Gone Get out and find me fresh blood

And if you play your cards right I shall dip you in the stream on your return to remove the mud.

 

Running for  Life

Step after step I drag myself through the rain

Blind to all around me , my  mind closed to the pangs of pain.

Fear, hatred and panic screaming in my head, loathing causing in my veins.

Step after  blooded step , fast as I can and yet it is coming still gaining.

I stumble and fall , legs and arms graze I crawl no point in complaining.

Hot breath on my neck I shudder in fear I smell his rank sweat as he draws near

I feel his claws scrape at my flesh, I loose a scream of primal fear.

Ripping at my dress and  hair I run for my life, to look over my shoulder I don’t dare.

No choices left to me, naught I can do . I stand and face the beast  for death I prepare.

Eyes red as the devil, pure evil it seems it closes on me the worst of all my bad dreams.

Caught in his clutches, mercy is not on the cards, so  I beg for divine intervention

Praying  hard, His nostrils are flaring he’s baring his fangs letting me live is not his intention.

Finally all I can do is fall on my knees and pray , why must this horror be my last of days.

Suddenly after a thunderous noise a white flash as lightening  carved him in half God be Praised.

Broken and bleeding I lay in the mud,my life slipping out of me no fight left no more……..

 

The Vampires shall not  have  thee.

I am the tree witch I am hiding in the forest green

I move by stealth I blend in and I am rarely seen.

I am waiting to trap a soul, it is something I must do.

Over the years I have stolen quite a few.

My hair is long and lustrous and really very strong,

It can catch you and entrap you as quick as a whip’s thong.

I have roots growing out from my feet and spreading from my hem,

Leaves spread from fingers and from my backbone stem thrice fold pairs of arms.

If you look close enough I will bewitch you with my charms.

My eyes are deftly painted to show off their emerald

Green my lips are always blood red well another colour would be obscene.

I have a lighted candle in my third left hand my way to light,  

I have seen you about your business and I have come for you tonight.

I know you are not too special but I have watched you in your room at night,

Alone with computer and your mind in fantasy’s flight.

You long for a Vampire to relieve you of your soul

You seem to think that one of my cousins would make your sad life whole.

I have thought this over I have listened to your prayers.

I have lingered by your window and taken in your every word.

There is something about you, something that I like so

I have decided you will endure no Vampires bite.

So look out your window and see my candles’ light,

Come out my little human soul have no fear I shall treat you right.

You will be so much better off with me than in a Vampires lair tonight

Just look out your window and see my candle light is there.

AH! at last you see me, curiosity in your eyes.

That is right my darling make your way to me,

For you my body cries. At last you are so near to me I catch your human scent

Come close now my darling my love for you I must vent.

At last you are within my reach, come nearer to the candle

Yes closer,closer my darling no need to be gentle my branches will not break.

I have you now my darling I own your soul

I have waited aeons for a man to make me whole!

Leave me where  I  am 

Sun, warm upon my skin

As I woke from sleep I felt zing,

A tingle climbing from my feet

Seeping up through me to my mouth , a taste so sweet.

Slowly I became aware of my surroundings, beautiful, strange,

How did I get here. It seemed I was in a fairy dell

With lacy ivy dressed with silver dew and an enchanted smell.

I stood amid a ruined building

That unto a great forest was yielding.

The light was streaming in through open doors

And windows, portals warming up the grassy floors.

These are not my clothes. I have never had dressed like this ,

Own this dress? I wish!

my dress? I wish!

Looking up I see the sun

And feel as though my life has just begun.

Forget the past and all that is real.

This my new life this is how I want to feel.

I never want to return to the rat run that was my life

A nobody, mother and wife.

This is where I ought to be,

Perfect, peaceful, beautiful me.

No I would rather stay here, it is easier than the other place

OH! this is so beautiful , gentle happy I feel no fear.

It is simple it is clear, I am safe and warm I shall stay here.

As I walk the sweetest scent of flowers dance around my nose,

I hear running water outside where a gentle stream flows.

I stoop to pick the pretty flowers suddenly I feel sad

I know this place is not real but this is the best time I have ever had

So please don’t wake me , leave me where I am. I’ll come back when I have to.

 

Morrigan  a nightmare 

morrigan

Dark and stormy full of dread

On the grey waters,  black of heart and dress of red.

Sullen feeling filled her soul

As the wind whipped up her dress and let fly her hair black as coal.

In the sky  over head weaved her Raven broad of wing and sharp of eye

Black and shiny against a grey unholy sky.

Waters broke about her feet,

Icy cold but to her sweet.

She is the rebirth of the dead

She is the one on which all darkness is fed.

Slowly as the thunder clashed

She turned to face me and an evil light in her eyes flashed.

Reaching out her hand to me

She gently cooed that she had come to set me free.

Relinquish all of you that is good give in to me

Relax, release I am here to set you free.

No I screamed I will not bow to you, I am not such easy prey

Here I stand and here I shall stay

Do what ever you have come to do.

Angry now she motioned to her raven down,

He swooped at speed. So fast was he and noisy too.

His warning screech I did not heed

In he came with talons long and beak razor sharp on my face to feed.

my eyes so bright

That was how I lost my sight,

It was wrench from me that dark grey night .

Still I was steadfast I stood my ground

Though her raven ripped at me and threw my flesh all around.

I would not give into the dead

I uttered every prayer I had ever said.

Finally in the cold light of dawn

I found myself on the shore lost and forlorn.

Pained and I could see no more.

http://ptviper.deviantart.com/

Dark and stormy full of dread

On the grey waters  black of heart and dress of red.

Sullen feeling filled her soul

As the wind whipped up her dress and let fly her hair black as coal.

 

Well hurry up  that  shadow is  closing in  on  you  go  and  visit  Lorraine   at  her  blog.

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