Song Lyric Sound. April 24, 2022 ‚Äď Feelings.

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Its Sunday again ūüėģand time for Jim Adam’s Song Lyric Sunday April 24, 2022 ‚Äď Di of pensitivity101 has suggested Anxiety, Delight, Emotions, Pain, Pride, Relief !

First up I chose Somebody that I used to know by Goyte. I really love this song I believe it embodies all the emotions that Di mentions in her prompt except herhaps delight! We have all had times were we have stayed in a relationship too long just existing, only to be relieved by the other person saying let’s end it and stay friends. Then they cut you off completely and that really hurts however much you pretend it doesn’t because it tamples over your pride and emotions.

Somebody That I Used to Know” is a song by Belgian-Australian singer-songwriter Gotye, featuring New Zealand singer Kimbra. The song was released in Australia and New Zealand by Eleven Music on 5 July 2011 as the second single from Gotye’s third studio album, Making Mirrors (2011). It was later released by Universal Music in December 2011 in the United Kingdom, and 20 January 2012 in the United States and Ireland. “Somebody That I Used to Know” was written and recorded by Gotye at his parents’ house on the Mornington Peninsula in Victoria, Australia, and is lyrically related to the experiences he has had with relationships.

Commercially, “Somebody That I Used to Know” was a global success and became both artists’ signature song. It reached atop of the charts in the US, UK, Australia and New Zealand, as well as 25 other official charts, and reached the top 10 in more than 30 countries around the world. It was the most commercially successful song of 2011 in Flanders (Belgium), the most successful song of 2012 in Wallonia (Belgium), Canada, Israel, the UK, and the US, and the most successful song of the 2010s decade by an Australian artist in Australia. It is certified Multiplatinum in ten countries, including Diamond in Australia. The song has sold more than 13 million copies worldwide, becoming one of the best-selling digital singles of all time. In addition to the Hot 100, it was also placed at the top of Billboards year-end Adult Pop Songs and Alternative Songs charts and many other charts around the world. More information here.


Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end
Always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I’ll admit that I was glad that it was over

But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I’d done
And I don’t wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know…

But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

Somebody
I used to know
Somebody
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
Somebody
I used to know
Somebody
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
I used to know
That I used to know
I used to know
Somebody…

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Walter De Backer / Luiz Bonfa

Somebody That I Used to Know lyrics © Unichappell Music Inc., Op Shop Songs Pty Ltd.

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Again all the emotions are here. When one word that terrible argument in the early hours that escalates to violence , anger, fear everything except delight again.

Its Immie, my favourite with The Moment I said it.

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Now I must find some delight. Well I have chosen Avenue Beat with Delight for no other reason than I like it and it fits the bill and after the first two songs we need something cheery ūüíúūüíú

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Avenue Beat was an American girl group from Quincy, Illinois, composed of members Sami Bearden, Savana Santos and Sam Backoff. Backoff and Santos were friends growing up and met Bearden at a theater camp in high school. The trio then began traveling back and forth to Nashville where they became based. The group got signed to The Valory Music Co. and Tape Room Records. In September 2021, Sami Bearden parted ways with the band after deciding she no longer wanted to pursue a music career. On October 15, 2021, Avenue Beat disbanded following the release of their first and final album, The Debut Farewell Album, with Santos and Backoff citing that they wanted to support their friend and did not want to continue the band without Bearden.

Delight”

Do you know how much it took for me?
To tell you that I think you’re fine as hell
And do you wanna grab a bite to eat?
I got this coupon to taco bell
You say you can’t right now and when I ask you why
You finally let it out, you say I’m not your type

But I’m a freakin’ delight
I’m a freakin’ delight
I got more bite than a California Zoo
And if you ask my momma she gonna tell you the truth
That I’m a freakin’ delight
I’m a freakin’ delight
I got more pop than a shook up mountain dew
If that’s not what you like
There must be something wrong with you
Cuz I’m a freakin’ delight
I’m a freakin’ delight
I’m a freakin’ delight

I see my family every holiday
That’s when they love to wreck my self-esteem
Ask me why I never bring a date
I think the first verse covered everything
Say I need a real job
I tell them all, please
I get to sing my songs and everybody thinks

I’m a freakin’ delight
I’m a freakin’ delight
I got more bite than a California Zoo
And if you ask my momma she gonna tell you the truth
That I’m a freakin’ delight
I’m a freakin’ delight
I got more pop than a shook up mountain dew
If that’s not what you like
There must be something wrong with you
Cuz I’m a freakin’ delight
I’m a freakin’ delight

Got the high score on Pacman at the arcade
I can still get a sunburn sitting in the shade
I’m pretty much the best at acting out charades
If anybody asks me, I’m gonna say

I’m a freakin’ delight
I’m a freakin’ delight
I got more bite than a California Zoo
And if you ask my momma she gonna tell you the truth
That I’m a freakin’ delight
I’m a freakin’ delight
I got more pop than a shook up mountain dew
If that’s not what you like
There must be
Something wrong with you
Cuz I’m a freakin’ delight
I’m a freakin’ delight
I’m a freakin’ delight.

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HAPPY Sunday Everyone ūüíú

#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 211, #Abhanga, or #PoetsChoice

Hi its Tuesday and time for Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge. It is the first Challenge of the month so it is poets choice, so we can pick any form of poetry we fancy. Colleen has found us yet another form of poetry called an Abhanga. I have chosen to try the new form as I love a challenge. I chose also to write two stanzas. Below is how it works.

Abhanga, ‚Äúthe completion‚ÄĚ is a stanzaic form commonly used for devotional poetic composition, although it has also been used for cynicism, satire and reflective moods. It was popular from the 13th thru 17th centuries Marathi Region of India and is described as complex and classic. (poetrymagnumopus.com)

The elements of the Abhanga are:

  • stanzaic, written in any number of 4 line stanzas.
  • syllabic, 6-6-6-4 syllables each
  • rhymed L2 and L3 rhyme. Often internal rhyme is employed. End rhyme scheme x a a x , x being unrhymed.

Eyes and Souls

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Look deep into the soul
The eyes are the portal
To a soul immortal
Answers to find.

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Lacrimosa relief
Tears are a safety valve
They are a gentle salve
Shed tears save pain.

#Haikai Challenge #156 (9/13/20): new coolness (shinryoo) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

photo by Anne Maureen

This week, write the haikai poem of your choice (haiku, senryu, haibun, tanka, haiga, renga, etc.) that alludes to new coolness (shinryoo).

After the days heat

Breeze refreshes tired souls

The smell of Autumn

Temperatures are dropping

Happy relief for us all

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This is part of Frank Tassone’s Haikai Challenge.

Thursday photo prompt: Dream #writephoto

This week’s prompt ~ Dream

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a pale pathway meandering through a field of purple heather towards the green of distant hills.

Sleep would not come, just waves of fear and pain. There was no silence either. Voices discussing, the news, gardens, family, Covid… I can’t blame them this was their day. Their shift, they would go home and sleep.

The scariest thing was the voice that echoed through the ward of the disturbed patient who repeated and repeated “It’s the Covid cough, the Covid, Covid, cough gonna get you” If he was not sleeping that’s all I could hear. It was better during the day because he’d call out for “Tea tea” and the nurses would bring him one and then he would shout “Happy Birthday” and we’d all smile.

At night it felt like he was closer, he was not, he was on the male side of the ward but sound carries at night. I was frightened, unreasonably so by this prophet of doom. I was lonely and in pain.

Then the pain spiked I had to give in and use my buzzer, the nurse came I told her I couldn’t take the pain. She gave me some intravenous painkillers as an extra to the antibiotics and fluid IVs. She stayed a while and then thankfully I drifted off to a better place.

There lies the path

Through seas of purple heather

Morpheus lifted

Me off to the land of dreams

Fear and pain was then banished.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Challenge, #writephoto

Sue Vincent’s, Thursday Photo Prompt -Passage #writrphoto. The Passage Home.

This part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt ‚Äď Passage #writephoto.


Rulesand Pingback here
The Passage Home : a Nonet 

Slowly floating,feeling light as air

Pain gone, relief beyond compare
She’d heard the voices calling

Yet taken the passage

Elated soaring

Towards the light

Don’t stop her 

Going

Home.

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#writephoto

Quench

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Morning Glory

All day it  has been threatening,  creeping  near

I could  feel it,  I  could  smell it,  it  was almost  like a fear

A rustling in the  trees a swooshing  through  the bushes

Closing in  all day, crawling  up on me  through  the rushes.

 

The  morning  started  so  well blue  skies and  sunshine

Wandering  through the  church yard the  day look set  to be fine.

Halfway  through  the afternoon  all things  began to change

Not  like  the  morning   creep  and  clinging  nasty  and  strange!

 

Drip, drip, plop ,plop  it is  getting  nearer the skies  are  dark

When they  should  be light. A rumbling  sounds, hark!

It’s here, it’s ¬†here ¬†at ¬†last the ¬†clouds are ¬†bursting

I want to dance, hearing ¬†the ground rejoicing at it’s quenching.

 

 

 

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Sorry I put the link to Tangental’s page here is where you will find him.

Peace

The sun shines warm and strong

The washing on the line dances, it will be dry before long!

The birds are twittering and singing

Bees around the flowers buzzing  gently, no thought of stinging.

Children are playing along the road, they must be home from school.

Time , time ¬†my enemy always too fast, too slow never anybody’s fool.

I feel rested in the sun , relaxed maybe this is a new journey I have begun

Nothing to worry about anymore, nothing to rush for, nothing to come.

Gently things begin to fade, is this it or is just that I am lying in the shade

No I can no longer move , here comes the silent  peace I crave.

I am happy that there will be no more treatment or  pain

I am sorry for those who I love that will have to remain.

The sun shines warm and strong

The washing on the line dances it will be dry before long!

The birds are twittering and singing

Bees around the flowers buzzing  gently no thought of stinging.

I hope  they will not think me selfish, I could really fight no more

Here comes death to claim me and I feel safe as he leads me to his door.

Peace, peace  no pain, no needles  no scans  no sad sad smiles

I am going now, I love you all and I shall be here but ¬†not seen, loving you ¬†all the while……………….

 

Just a little explanatory ¬†word. I wrote this poem this afternoon, I do not know where it came from I just wrote it. It is about a person dying peacefully of some disease ¬†say Cancer. I have not known any of my lost friends who have passed this way ¬†but I wish ¬†it could be like this . I wish death could of been gentle for them and for all of us ……….. please.

 

Gossima Threads

The endless night stretches out in time I reach out and gently pull the gossima  thread that me binds. I feel the void between us, cavernous and black. Cold it is and deep. I pull the thread and ache, feeling the love I lack. My hands go searching for delight as my mind slips away into the night.

Stars caress me as I pass I feel their touch awake a tingle deep inside my fingers searching, searching hands grope and grasp. Loneliness exiled for a few sweet moments longing banish for a short sweet while . Limbs stretched to north and south sweet murmurs escaping from my mouth.

Senses heighten every inch of skin tingles eyes wide and lips blood¬† filled and full. In and out¬† the gossima thread is pulled. Oh! such aching torment my feelings swell¬† my body changing pounding pulsing¬† swelling breasts and nipples hard. My mind flees it’s hell. Exploding from inner place pouring forth hot and sticky on my fingers it is not wrong this is a gift of grace. Be¬† strong¬† don’t give in to fear keep up the pace scream out in joy¬† no one can hear me in this space.

Breathing is hard¬† but the need is strong , such sweet and joyous reward cannot be wrong. More, more I scream as I crave relieve don’t stop now it is all too brief.

Heart stops pounding  body slows, a smile in my eyes  my body aglow such a shame to wake alone no one to hold  the stars all gone. Dark all dark I straddle the void with just the memory of what I have just enjoyed. The endless night stretches out in time I reach out and gently pull the gossima  thread that me binds.

Lady in the water

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OH! my God I cannot get my breath the water is so cold. I cannot see my hand before my face my dress weighs me down, water in every fold.


My hair is getting in my face , my pulse and my heart beat race. Floating here gently down, skirt billowing I feel a certain grace. Is this it am I to drown.

The wall of water lays heavy on my chest , fit to burst suddenly full of pain I start to kick and flail and do my very best. I try to rise but all in vain  my efforts come to nought again and again.

Down down I go the wall of water pushes me so. All at once I stop the fight I feel at ease my body  light. I seem to rise and float , thank God the water clears from my throat.

Gentle light warms me now as I bathe my spirits high my vision clearing I can see through the water and up to the blue sky. I feel relaxed all fear banished as I move I seem to fly.

Now below me coming into view  a  red haired woman with lips of blue. Her skin so white her eyes blue too. She looks so pained it shocks me to the core . She is  dead and  breathes  no more.

Reaching out my hand to touch and help her I am shocked to see the fear and pain upon her face but more the realization strikes that she is me. My fingers gently  reach out to touch her  another shock I cannot grasp there is nothing there to hold.

OH! my God I cannot get my breath the water is so cold. I cannot see my hand before my face my dress weighs me down, water in every fold.

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