Song Lyric Sunday. 25/11/18. First.

This week HelenVahdati has chosen the prompt First for her Song Lyric Sunday.

I have decided to use ‘I am the one and only ‘ by Chesney Hawkes.

I absolutely love this song it is really a one hit wonder.

Why did it pop into my mind when I thought of the word first. Well he is singing about believing in himself. He is the one and only so he is the first and last!

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 11/11/18

Today’s Helen Vahdati has given us the promo Soul for Song Lyric Sunday.

Today is Remembrance Sunday. I like so many others have written about remembering and honouring the dead of war.

Children are our souls, our future so today I have chosen War Child from the Cranberries.

The words say it all so please read them. The video is painful to watch but it’s all true.

“War Child”

Who will save the war child baby?

Who controls the key?
The web we weave is thick and sordid,
Fine by me.

At times of war we’re all the losers,
There’s no victory.
We shoot to kill and kill your lover,
Fine by me.

War child, victim of political pride.
Plant the seed, territorial greed.
Mind the war child,
We should mind the war child.

I spent last winter in New York,
And came upon a man.
He was sleeping on the streets and homeless,
He said, “I fought in Vietnam.”

Beneath his shirt he wore the mark,
He bore the mark with pride.
A two inch deep incision carved,
Into his side.

War child, victim of political pride.
Plant the seed, territorial greed.
Mind the war child,
We should mind the war child.

Who’s the loser now? Who’s the loser now?
We’re all the losers now. We’re all the losers now.

War child. [

Song Lyric Sunday. 4/10/18 Take.

This week HelenVahdati has given us the words Take/ Taking for #songlyricsunday.

I have chosen Take my Breath Away by Queen. One of their beautiful ballards.

This is one of my favourites from that era 1976. This song is definitely one of their very best. I was 26 years young, married with two children. If I was tired it gave me a lift, it I was sad it helped me, if I was plain stressed it relaxed me! My two older boys grew up on a diet of Queen even when they were in the womb the last lad to a lesser extent but they all know and appreciate Queen.

Song Lyric Sunday. Give/Giving.

This has to be a quicky this week as I have not got much time. So I shall not mess about. This week HelenVahdati has given us the Prompt Give/ Giving for her weekly #SLS challenge.

I have picked one of most commercial, not to mention catchy pop songs ever written. From 1987 Never Gonna Give You Up. Sung by Rick Astley written and produced by Stock Aitken Waterman.

Song Lyric Sunday. Lost.

Hey up Helen, so sorry you are not feeling too good. I really hope that you can get better soon.

This week’s prompt for Song Lyric Sunday is Lost.

I have chosen Lewis Capaldi he is a fantastic Scottish singer songwriter from West Lothian.

I have chosen a video of him sing live. His voice is pure , raw and really touched me. His lyrics have the same qualities as his voice.

“Lost On You”

Lately I’m getting lost on you
You got me doing things I never thought I’d do
Never spent so long on a losing battle
Lately giving up don’t seem to matter

Everyday I’m a slave to the heartache
And you’re wasting away every night
I don’t want to leave you lonely
But I’ve run out of love this time
You know that I adore you
Though I couldn’t give enough
Hope you’ll be safe in the arms of another
‘Cause I can’t take the weight of your love

Lately I’m getting lost on you
I tore your world apart like it was nothing new
Never bled so much when I didn’t have to
I’ve given up on a life lived after

Everyday I’m a slave to the heartache
And you’re wasting away every night
I don’t want to leave you lonely
But I’ve run out of love this time
You know that I adore you
Though I couldn’t give enough
Hope you’ll be safe in the arms of another
‘Cause I can’t take the weight of your love

I had a hold on your soul
But I lost my grip, let you go
I should’ve carried us both

Everyday I’m a slave to the heartache
And you’re wasting away every night
I don’t want to leave you lonely
But I’ve run out of love this time
You know that I adore you
Though I couldn’t give enough
Hope you’ll be safe in the arms of another
Cause I can’t take the weight of your love, of your love
Hope you’ll be safe in the arms of another
Cause I can’t take the weight of your love

Song Lyric Sunday. Hide, Hidden, Hiding.

This week our prompt for Helen Vahdati‘s Song Lyric Sunday is Hide, Hidden, Hiding.

Well I like this challenge.

I have chosen first Imogen Heap with Hide and Seek.

Another of my favourite singer songwriter’s clever songs.

Hide and seek

Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me ’round again and rub my eyes.
This can’t be happening.
When busy streets amass with people
Would stop to hold their heads heavy.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years they were here first.
Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won’t catch me around here)
Blood and tears (hearts),
They were here first.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it’s all for the best? Of course it is.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it’s just what we need? And you decided this.
What you say?
Mmm, what did She say?
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don’t believe you.
You don’t care a bit. You don’t care a bit.
(hide and seek)
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
(hide and seek)
Speak no feeling, no I don’t believe you.
You don’t care a bit. You don’t care a bit.
(hide and seek)
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.
(hide and seek)
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me ’round again and rub my eyes.
This can’t be happening.
When busy streets amass with people
Would stop to hold their heads heavy.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years they were here first.
Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won’t catch me around here)
Blood and tears (hearts),
They were here first.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it’s all for the best? Of course it is.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it’s just what we need? And you decided this.
What you say?
Mmm, what did She say?
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don’t believe you.
You don’t care a bit. You don’t care a bit.
(hide and seek)
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
(hide and seek)
Speak no feeling, no I don’t believe you.
You don’t care a bit. You don’t care a bit.
(hide and seek)
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.
(hide and seek)
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.

And for good measure an oldie Goldie written by the Beatles. Hey you’ve got to hide your love away. But with a modern twist here it is sung by the great Oasis

Here I stand head in hand
Turn my face to the wall
If she’s gone I can’t go on
Feeling two-foot small
Everywhere people stare
Each and every day
I can see them laugh at me
And I hear them say
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
How can I even try
I can never win
Hearing them, seeing them
In the state I’m in
How could she say to me
Love will find a way
Gather round all you clowns
Let me hear you say
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
Hey you’ve got to hide your love awayere I stand head in hand
Turn my face to the wall
If she’s gone I can’t go on
Feeling two-foot small
Everywhere people stare
Each and every day
I can see them laugh at me
And I hear them say
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
How can I even try
I can never win
Hearing them, seeing them
In the state I’m in
How could she say to me
Love will find a way
Gather round all you clowns
Let me hear you say
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away

Both sets of Lyrics from A to Z Lyrics

Song Lyric Sunday Search.30/09/18.

This week’s Song Lyric Sunday prompt word is search.

I have gone a little off piste this week with Queen‘s Lilley of the Valley.

Brilliant song all about searching for answers to questions that make up our lives.

“Lily Of The Valley”

I am forever searching high and low
But why does everybody tell me no
Neptune of the seas
Have you an answer for me please
And the lily of the valley doesn’t know

I lie in wait with open eyes
I carry on through stormy skies
I follow every course
My kingdom for a horse
But each time I grow old
Serpent of the Nile
Relieve me for a while
And cast me from your spell and let me go

Messenger from Seven Seas has flown
To tell the King of Rhye he’s lost his throne
Wars will never cease
Is there time enough for peace
But the lily of the valley doesn’t know.

This is part of Helen Vahdati’s #songlyricsunday join in here.

Happy Sunday everyone.

Song Lyric Sunday 23/09/2018,

This is my entry for Helen Vahdati’s Song Lyric Sunday. Helen has not been very well this week so I want to wish her well and happy soon .

This week’s prompt is SLEEP.

#songlyricsunday

I have chosen my favourite singer songwriter Imogen Heap‘s song Sleep.

“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

A to Z lyrics

Happy Sunday everyone.

Song Lyric Sunday. Glass.

This is my entry for Helen Vahdati‘s Song Lyric Sunday.

This week Helen’s prompt is Glass.

Well I could of chosen “Walking on Broken Glass” by Annie Lennox. Or I could of chosen ” I love the sound of broken glass” by Nick Lowe. Or “Broken Glass” by Hazel O’Connor. All brilliant songs of their time all about glass too.

I thought no, so I have gone for another song that means a lot to me, it often reflects my life. It’s by Annie Lennox and it’s “Through the glass darkly”

“Through The Glass Darkly”

I’m caught up in the middle
But I’ll take it to the end
It’s comin back together
And it’s breakin’ down again
If I could find a reason
I’d say you were my friend
If I could find a reason
I’d say it once again

When I’m with you the days are bittersweet
Still I can’t remember what it feels to be complete
I’ve tried pretending
But it drives me of my feet

I don’t know what its coming to
But I’m looking through
The glass darkly… yea

Bright lights
Come and go
Playin’ blues songs on my radio
Shadows still. appear
In the house tonight
Ooh yea
Ghosts that come in from the past
All those ghosts that keep on comin’ back
Slidin’ through the walls
And my windows
Ooh yea

When I’m with you
The nights are cold and long
Still can’t remember what
It feels like to be strong
I’ve tried to blend in
But it seems I don’t belong
I don’t know what it’s comin’ to
But I’m looking through the glass darkly… yea
Can I find you? can I find you? I can’t find you… yea
Lyrics from A to Z Lyrics.

Happy Sunday everyone.

#songlyricsunday

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 9/9/18

This week HelenVahdati has given us the Song lyric Sunday prompt : Picture, Photograph.

Well I didn’t even have to think of this one because for me there really is only one!

Girls on Film. By Duran Duran.

#songlyricsunday.

Lyrics from L to Z lyrics

“Girls On Film”

See them walking hand in hand across the bridge at midnight

Heads turning as the lights flashing out it’s so bright
Then walk right out to the fourline track
There’s a camera rolling on her back, on her back
And I sense the rhythm humming in a frenzy all the way down her spine

Girls on film, girls on film, girls on film, girls on film

Lipstick cherry all over the lens as she’s falling
In miles of sharp blue water coming in where she lies
The diving man’s coming up for air cause the crowd all love pulling dolly by the hair, by the hair
And she wonders how she ever got here as she goes under again

Girls on film (two minutes later), girls on film
Girls on film (got your picture), girls on film

Wider baby smiling you just made a million
Fuses pumping live heat twisting out on a wire
Take one last glimpse into the night I’m touching close I’m holding bright, holding tight
Give me shudders in a whisper take me up till I’m shooting a star

Girls on film (she’s more than a lady), girls on film
Girls on film (two minutes later), girls on film
Girls on film (see you together), girls on film
Girls on film (see you later), girls on film
Girls on film (what ya doing), girls on film

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