Song Challenge (Music That Means Something) Day 5. El Condor Pasa.

Thank  you  to  my  blog  sister  Ritu  of  But  I  Smile Anyway for  nominating  me   for  this  challenge. She  knows  I  love a  challenge   and  I  love  music.

The rules are:
Post a song a day for five consecutive days.
Post what the lyrics mean to you.  (Optional)
Post the name of the song and video.
Nominate 1 or 2 bloggers each day of the challenge.

Who am I nominating  today, anyone who would like to join in 💜

Today is the last day of the five day Music that means something challenge. Today  I am going back to 1970, the year before I got married. The song is El Condor Pasa. It is sung by Simon and Garfunkel, it can be found on their semminal album Bridge over troubled water. Paul Simon wrote the English lyrics. The lyrics are just beautiful and always take me back to my 16th/17th year on this planet when I though everything Simon and Garfunkel wrote was key. 

This song always reminds me however much I might wish for something better, things are what they are and I must make the most and best of what I have.

El Condor Pasa (If I Could)”

I’d rather be a sparrow than a snail
Yes, I would
If I could
I surely would

I’d rather be a hammer than a nail
Yes, I would
If I only could
I surely would

Away, I’d rather sail away
Like a swan that’s here and gone
A man gets tied up to the ground
He gives the world its saddest sound
It’s saddest sound

Song Challenge (Music That Means Something)Day 4 Teach your children well.

Thank  you  to  my  blog  sister  Ritu  of  But  I  Smile Anyway for  nominating  me   for  this  challenge. She  knows  I  love a  challenge   and  I  love  music.

The rules are:
Post a song a day for five consecutive days.
Post what the lyrics mean to you.  (Optional)
Post the name of the song and video.
Nominate 1 or 2 bloggers each day of the challenge.

Today is Day 4 of this 5 day challenge. I do not know which song to choose there are so many clamering for my attention. Thousands of words and musical notes spinning around in my head. 

So far I have spent two hours trying to write this post I have literally driven myself mad! so now I am going to either dive in or go mad! 

I have been a mum three times,I am a grandma to a beautiful boy and in 3 months I shall be a grandmother again. What am I trying to say I hear you ask. I know I am rambling.

I guess I am saying that if we have children it is our duty to do our very best for them. Love, nurture, cherish and teach them well.

A sentiment beautifully put by Crosby Stills and Nash back in 1970

I nominate Kat of Like Murcury Colliding  and Jean  of Social Bridge

The words are full of wisdom and love.
Teach Your Children”

You, who are on the road must have a code that you can live by.
And so become yourself because the past is just a good bye.
Teach your children well, their father’s hell did slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams, the one they pick’s the one you’ll know by.
Don’t you ever ask them why, if they told you, you would cry,
So just look at them and sigh and know they love you.

Song Challenge (Music That Means Something)Day 3,Songs about Bullying.

Thank  you  to  my way   blog  sister  Ritu  of  But  I  Smile Anyway for  nominating  me   for  this  challenge. She  knows  I  love a  challenge   and  I  love  music.

The rules are:
Post a song a day for five consecutive days.
Post what the lyrics mean to you.  (Optional)
Post the name of the song and video.
Nominate 1 or 2 bloggers each day of the challenge.

Today I nominate : Lynz of Lynz real cooking  and pensivity 101

Today is Day three and I have chosen Jessie J . I was bullied at school so this song really resonated with me .

Here is a poem I wrote   about how being bullied at school made me feel.

Image found here

Rounded shoulders head hung down why do they all make fun of me I am not a clown. Sitting in the row spiteful girls stick their pens in my legs teacher at the front she must never know, she wouldn’t help she treats me like the  dregs.

Following me nearly home calling me mean names , in the playground I always stand alone they don’t pick me for their games. Opening my desk finding it’s been trashed , my text book been drawn in and my favourite doll has been  smashed.

Mum tried her hardest but being the youngest of six my things did not get replaced they just got fixed. My plimsolls were the wrong colour they were black instead of white , I was hauled up on the stage, lectured in front of the school then had to stay on late that night. I just could not make it I could not win with staff and girls against me all I could do was just give in.

I met my boyfriend, and his friends did not like me because I spoke differently, I was from the posh school  they though I was rich and had it made so little did they know. When we  were out or at a party they were pleasant to my face but if my guy was not there, behind my back the things they said were just a disgrace. They joined the line of teachers and my piers it makes me wonder now how I stood it for all those years.

I am not saying I no friends, no that would not be true. I did have friends and they were good   but they were the very few. I always felt so ugly, too fat and too short and if anyone was nice to me I could not believe it what do they want was my first thought.

Things got better when I started work I seemed to come out of my shell like a little butterfly I changed and put aside my days of living hell. They tell you don’t  they, school days are the best days of your life , thank God I never listened or I would of ended mine with a knife.

Thank God I grew away from all the pain  but sometimes I see a face  hear a voice or a name and it all floods back again. I am older now and have all that I could ask for, family and friends but sometimes my calm deserts me and confidence takes flight,  fear and dark descends and I feel lost in the night. I ask the question now why children’s jibes and actions  can be so mean and cruel. The worse days of my life were my years at school. I cry each time I read or hear on the news how children can hurt each ,it is nothing less than abuse.

And now a song from Immie

Song Challenge (Music That Means Something)Day 2. Still.

Thank  you  to  my way   blog  sister  Ritu  of  But  I  Smile Anyway for  nominating  me   for  this  challenge. She  knows  I  love a  challenge   and  I  love  music.

The rules are:
Post a song a day for five consecutive days.
Post what the lyrics mean to you.  (Optional)
Post the name of the song and video.
Nominate 1 or 2 bloggers each day of the challenge.

Who  shall I  nominate, I would like to Nominate Sue Vincent of Daily Echo because I would love to know her taste in music.

And Lorraine at Lorraine’s Freudian slip.

Day two. I choose to share the song Still from the film Dogma, written and sung by Alanis Morissette.

The film is about a narrowly avoided Apocalypse. Alanis plays the part of God and Alan Rickman played the Angel Gabriel. I shall tell you no more but I can highly recommend the film. 

The words are on the video and once you have heard and read them you will see, I hope , why I think this song is of worth and means a lot to me. Especially with todays news in the middle East in fact all over the world everyday.

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