One-Liner Wednesday.

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THIS IS PART OF LINDAGHILL’S ONE -LINER WEDNESDAY.

Song Lyric Sunday. Past, present, future .

Jim Adams

It’s Sunday and time for Jim Adam’s Song Lyric Sunday. This week the prompt is Past , Present and

First Train Home” is a song by British singer/songwriter Imogen Heap, and the only single off her third solo album Ellipse.

I really love Last train home, by Imogen Heap. To me it’s about a woman lost and locked up in a present that she doesn’t want to be part of. Her only escape is to get in away on the first train home to her childhood where things were simpler. Here future depends on her escaping now!

The actual story is that Immie was going to start working on her new, at the time 2009, album Ellipse when a friend invited her down to Brighton. Imogen went against her better judgement and spent the whole evening wishing she was back home working on her music. She did infact catch the first train home and work on her music. So she was caught in the present, but wanted to be back in her past and her future depended on it!

First train home.

Bodies disengaged our mouths are fleshing over.
Is this an echo game irises retreating
To ovals of white.
The urge to feel your face
And blood rushing to paint my hand print
A Frisbee one by one
Your vinyl on laminate
Desperate for some kind of contact.First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home I’ve got to get on it
To Catch to catch to catch catch catch.
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First Train homeTemporal dead zone where clocks are barely breathing
Yet no one cares to notice for all the yelling
All night clamor to hold it together.
I want to play don’t wait forms in the hideaway
I want to get on with getting on with things
I want to run in fields paint the kitchen
And love someone
And I can’t do any of that here can I?First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First Train homeSo what? You’ve had one too many.
So what? I’m not that much fun to be with
So what? You’ve got a silly hat on
So what? I didn’t want to come here anyway.What matters to you doesn’t matter matter to me.
What matters to me doesn’t matter matter to you.
What matters to you doesn’t matter matter to them.
What matters to them it doesn’t change anything.Got to get on it first train home
Got to get on it first train homeFirst train home I’ve got to get on it
(I’ve got to get on it)
To catch to catch to catch-catch catch.
(First train home)
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home.
(First train home)To go to go to go
Get get get get
Out out out out
Now now now nowSource: LyricFindSongwriters: Imogen Jennifer Jane Heap

The Shangri-Las were an American pop girl group of the 1960s. Between 1964 and 1966, they charted with several hits documenting teen tragedies and melodramas. They remain known for their hits “R emember (Walking in the Sand)“, “Give Him a Great Big Kiss“, and in particular, “Leader of the Pack“, which went to #1 in the US in late 1964. I could try to explain this strange song to you but I am going to leave it to Martin Crookall and his post The Infinite Jukebox: The Shangri-Las ‘Past, Present and Future’from February 8th 2021

Please visit Martin’s post.

The past, past, well now let me tell you about the past
The past is filled with silent joys and broken toys,
laughing girls and teasing boys,
Was I ever in love? I called it love- I mean, it felt like love,
There were moments when, well, there were moments whenPresent, Go out with you? Why not
Do I like to dance? Of Course,
Take a walk along the beach tonight? I’d love to,
But don’t try to touch me, don’t try to touch me
Cos that will never happen again,
Shall we danceThe future, Tommorow? well tommorows a long way off
Maybe someday I’ll have somebody’s hand
Maybe somewhere someone will understand
You know I used to sing- a tisket a tasket a green and yellow basket
I’m all packed up and I’m on my way and I’m gonna fall in love,
But at the moment it doesn’t look good
At the moment it will never happen againI don’t think it will ever happen again.Source: LyricFindSongwriters: Artie Butler / George Morton / Jerry Leiber

Happy Sunday Everyone 💜

Sue Vincent’s#Writphoto.

Stormy skies matched the house. The scene, perfect monochrome.

As she approached she asked herself when did this place cease to be a home.

Times of banquets, times of joy

Times to be bold, times to be coy.

Fearsome battles and subdefuse

Choose your side wisely or you will lose.

Secrets hidden within these walls

Footstep echos of ghosts in the halls.

Children’s voices long since hushed

Love affairs and feuds all crushed.

The house grows old , she alone will remain.

Bound by fate to watch in pain.

Stormy skies matched the house. The scene monochrome.

When did this place cease to be a home.

Deep Thoughts on Holliday’s Retu

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Trace elements, we breathe
Hints of what we were, we leave.
Time less rushed than we perceive.
More things in heaven and earth than we perceive.

Wave on wave of thought and consciousness.
Far more knowledge than we will ever process.
Reaching out to horizons new and old.
Thoughts and dreams swelling more than your heart will ever hold.

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Look to the future you will find the key.
It is all out there waiting for your imaginations to set it free.
Piece by piece we build our pipe dreams
Only to scatter  them at the feet of our children it seems.

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Echoes

Softly brushing my face, is it  a child’s  kiss upon my cheek?

Caresses long  gone, almost forgotten  but not quite, begin to creep

Into  my conscientiousness demanding  my attention

Dragging long  stilled  emotions out of sleepy retention.

 

Light bright sunlit  mornings  running through  the trees

Wind blown autumns wrapped up warm chasing after leaves.

Fingers tracing over goosebumps lips moist and tender

Needs screaming for release and surrender.

 

The smell of  newborn babies, you thought you would die

Birth pains  felt  by  both  bonding you so deep, tears fill your eyes.

Watching  them grow and play and mature, such precious fruit of yours

Protect them, guide them, love them , teach them  and keep them from evil’s claws.

 

Tears flow  as they leave, out on their chosen paths  not always  what you’d of planned

Still they are brave and new . They  will stand on their own yet if  they fall you’ll be there to give a hand.

Then back they come with love, with pain or grief  then the fresh smell of a newborn

Such great joy  more  memories blossoming  your future to adorn.

 

Softly brushing my face, is it  a child’s  kiss upon my cheek?

Caresses long  gone, almost forgotten  but not quite begin to creep

Into  my conscientiousness demanding  my attention

Dragging long  stilled  emotions out of sleepy retention.

 

FanFoFeb: What would I say?

Today I am still sitting here thinking  of the magic moment I experienced yesterday.

What would of happened if I could of  met the younger me, what  would I have had to say.

Maybe I could of  told her that things would get  easier, but that would of been a lie

Things  got worse, harder, her shoulders would have so much to bare, she’d learn not to cry.

 

No I don’t think I could tell her of the dark days to come, of everything normal and of caring  for a tortured soul

Of  rules too harsh to keep,of agonizing  days , and nights of no sleep. Yet I could tell her she would stay whole.

She  would  grow  and cope, her energies trained  to her children. Her husband working away so much

No I fear I could not warn her of the sorrows and the pain that, her shoulders, would touch.

 

I’d  tell her of the joys of  watching graduations  three fold, of wedding days

Of looking at three lovely and kind spirited young men from babies to husband and men in a haze.

Of waiting for  the next generation to be born watching it grow in a beautiful young woman’s body

Of decorating , of moving houses  of being driven mad and money broke, of being there to always to help, as if her own life was just a hobby.

 

No skip the pain, the betrayals , desertions,  the returns that should  not of been allowed

Of  the rows  and control , she probably knows of that already, no all that I would shroud.

What  good would it do her ? None . For she is me and would be already locked in a love.

That forgives adultery, selfish children, unreasonable demands,  she’d not  change  a thing , caught like a caged dove.

I’d  tell her to be strong and many years hence she will find her niche

Her mind  will grow  and all will make sense at last and then she will have her peace.

I’d tell here  to be true  and to stand up for herself if she can.

I’d tell her to hold on to her dreams and never let them go, to love those near to her to follow life’s unseen plan.

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JusJoJan : Magic in my hand.

Here it is within  my grasp

Magic here for me to clasp.

See the future amid the smoke

Each blood red petal a spell unspoke.

Unleash your mind set your spirit free

Face the music  lead the dance

Kick up  your heels and run with me

The future is not yet, the past is gone now is your chance.

Petals red and smoke grey

Follow the trail

See the magic it will light your way

Do it now, for we cannot  fail.

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Their Ships have Souls

I must of fallen asleep for when I awoke I was in a castle keep. As I looked out the windows to my delight I saw my pet crows out in flight.

I just could not believe my eyes I had missed them so. They are my close confidants on Jupiter since I’d been left alone they had grown so very close.

I did not know this place this weird and lonely mountain range the grey sky heavy with snow and my dearest crows here all of this is strange.

Behind me I hear a noise, it makes jump I turn around to greet my mother. She is pleased that I knew she was there, to teach me to use my gifts she had taken care. Why is she here  I ask though my heart is glad to see her face  I have missed her since she passed on to a better place.

‘Come’ she bade me ‘we have not much time,the others are waiting  you are now part of the sisterhood divine’. I approached a table long, it was surrounded by faces I knew, sisters, my ancestors I could not help myself I silently called my favourite crow to my side. As she gently alighted on my shoulder the relief I could not hide she made me bolder.

I took my place at the bottom of the table, I was the youngest there looking at the company gathered here to judge the power I was just not able.

The eldest present then arose and cried I have seen the future, I have seen the enemy I have seen the end, all of the races of man had died.

She then shared her vision with us all it was as if the door of hell was opened and I had to steady my crow to stop her fall.

Sweat as cold as ice enveloped me I was appalled and terrified at what I could see.My hands were taken from both sides my mother and grandma gave me strength I sighed the whole sisterhood joined with me and show me more of that I did not want to see.

Once more I awoke but this time back on the ship with vessels all around silently through space endless dark and cold we forged along to meet the enemy to behold the vision I had just seen……………… I tell you now I was less than keen.

Eternity’s Shore.

Standing in the foothills of tomorrow eternity my only friend one foot in the future the other in the nether end.

Sunset finds me chilled and lost without my coat. I can see into the future clearly but the present is nipping at my throat.

Everyone I know is gone now they ran toward the light leaving me lost and lonely surrounded by endless night.

Gravel under my feet ripping at my skin I’d like to make it to the fountain of youth and dip my toes right in.

The wind is whipping up my hair and whistling in my ears. If I had a silent tissue I would wipe away my tears.

The sky turning golden and all the birds have taken flight. I really have no choice left but to stand and face the night.I do not know what awaits me but it will not be good I am sure. Freezing, tired and lonely  on eternity’s shore.

Back long ago when we was young.

Simple Games

Long ago when we was young, it all seemed easier to have close friends and fun.

Back long ago when we could be blithe happy and gay. When gay meant bright and happy and wicked was bad  and not good back in the day.

I know nothing was really better but time has waved a magic wand over my memory. It has white washed the pains of my early childhood and hidden some truths from me.

Lets stay with the manipulated  memories just for now. The blue skies , the endless summer days when we ran free on our summer holidays. The wonders of nature plants and animals, home when we were hungry I remember more “cansfrom then than “cants”.

Then the memories become clear first days at school, where I learnt the world and children are cruel.

Happiest days Of my life ?

Yes I learnt the meaning of unhappiness, it was my first lessen at school. I have told you all of this before so you need not listen to it any more. It did not last for ever, though at the time it felt like I was an outcast to be be accepted NEVER.

Yet time did move on and my first love came and went with all it wonders and joys heaven bent. Then the grief of a broken heart hiding in my room thinking my life was finished. This was it for always, gloom.

Another lessen in time, this too does not last for ever, though healed it is never forgot. The few friends gleaned over the years comforted me and I soon  moved on, another lad and exams time to swat!

School ended and suddenly I was thrown in at the deep end woo! New skills, new friends new tormentors to tease me too. They were never unkind though, and helped me flourish and blossom  they taught me a lot of what I know.

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Happy days and I had already met my man so when we got married we invited the whole works gang.

Changes ever present,my life was always in flux as soon as I was pregnant we were on the move. It was hubby’s job he made the bigger bucks.

Back long ago when we was young the babies came and we had passed on our name. Back long ago when we was young, time has got the brush out and I see picnic on the beach blue skies and sun! Back long ago it was all fun?

Sun, Sea and Sand

Was it all fun, well maybe not but we were young. We had hardly any money but we kept away from debt we only had that which we could truly afford to get.

Back long ago when we was young, what would I change if I was there back long ago. There are things I would run from and things I would change  but who’s to know what good any changes would of done. Sitting here thinking I know I’d not change anything that would deny me my beloved sons .

I suppose, looking back from now the answer would be no! When we was young.Back long ago  There’s plenty more in these memories of mine, but it’s already said or for another time.Looking back when we was young. Back long ago.


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