This our Song Lyric Sunday prompt is the La, ( the musical note or word that denotes that la la la sound). I have chosen ShaLaLaLaLe by The Small Faces.
“Sha-La-La-La-Lee” was the third song by English R&B-influenced group Small Faces, released on 28 January 1966, reaching number three in the UK Singles Chart.[1] It was also the first single by the group to feature Ian McLagan on keyboards.
The Small faces were one of the group’s I saw regularly when I used to visit Top of the Pops at Limegrove Studios London, as a teenager.
Before we go any further I want to wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a Healthy 2020
Now there are so many songs that spring to mind. I love Christmas songs. Now my favourite Christmas song is all about the strain this time of year . It by my favourite singer… altogether now Imogen Heap. And it is called Just For Now. The song is about constant mayhem within a holiday environment, in which the singer sings to set aside the disarray for a short time of peace. It is from her second studio album, Speak for Yourself (2005). Written and produced by Heap, the song was originally written for the second-season episode of the television series The O.C. entitled “The Chrismukkah That Almost Wasn’t”, but was deemed too dark for the episode. No way it just tells the truth.
In essence family stress! I love it. In fact I live it!
Then there is River by Joni Mitchell another lovely Christmas song.
River” is a Christmas folk song by Joni Mitchell, from her 1971 album Blue. Although never released as a single, it has become one of Mitchell’s most recorded songs.
“River”
It’s coming on Christmas They’re cutting down trees They’re putting up reindeer And singing songs of joy and peace Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on
But it don’t snow here It stays pretty green I’m going to make a lot of money Then I’m going to quit this crazy scene Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on
I wish I had a river so long I would teach my feet to fly I wish I had a river I could skate away on I made my baby cry
He tried hard to help me You know, he put me at ease And he loved me so naughty Made me weak in the knees Oh, I wish I had a river I could skate away on
I’m so hard to handle I’m selfish and I’m sad Now I’ve gone and lost the best baby That I ever had I wish I had a river I could skate away on
Oh, I wish I had a river so long I would teach my feet to fly I wish I had a river I could skate away on I made my baby say goodbye
It’s coming on Christmas They’re cutting down trees They’re putting up reindeer And singing songs of joy and peace Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on
This week Jim Adams of Newepiauthor has given us the prompt words: Could/Might/Should/Would for our Song Lyric Sunday.
Now I have had to think long and hard about this one. I really did not want to go for the obvious. I think this is one of the hardest prompts that Jim has set us.
Well I have decided to go with Alanis Morissette ones of my favourite Canadian singer songwriters. The song I have chosen is That I would be good for you.
The lyrics relate Morissette’s intimate feelings about being judged, insecurity and self-doubt, expressing in theme and variation the desire to be sufficient in the face of changing external circumstances. The song received positive reviews from music critics, who praised the flute solo by Morissette and its sweetness. Commercially, the single only charted on Billboard‘s Adult Top 40 and the NetherlandsSingle Top 100.
I hope you all enjoy this and have a great Sunday💜💜💜💜
This week I have gone with a group I saw at the first live gig I went to. It was at the Albert Hall London. It was my thirteenth birthday and my amazing parents had arranged for a son of one of their friends to take me to the concert. He was about eighteen and must of been irritated by having to take a 13 year-old girl to a rock concert. Mind you he had the ticket and tube fare paid for, and the headliners were the Rolling Stones, and the support group was the Yardbirds. ….woo! Now my dad worked as a body maker for London Transport ( he covered and sewed the seats for buses and tube trains). Mum was a housewife looking after six children. Money was tight. I look back and I wonder how did they afford this. I can tell you I appreciated it then, I appreciate it even more now.
“Over Under Sideways Down” is a 1966 song by. Apparently inspired by Bill Haley and His Comets’ “Rock Around the Clock”, Jeff Beck plays both the lead guitar and bass guitar. The song was released as a single in May 1966, two months before the group’s self-titled UK album (commonly known as Roger the Engineer and Over Under Sideways Down in the US and elsewhere). More information here at Wikipedia
I really love this song not only is unique and of its age but it reminds me of the excitement and delight of being a thirteen year-old at a huge rock concert.
“Over, Under, Sideways, Down”
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Cars and girls are easy come by in this day and age, Laughing, joking, drinking, smoking, Till I’ve spent my wage. When I was young people spoke of immorality, All the things they said were wrong, Are what I want to be.
(Hey) Over under sideways down, (Hey) Backwards forwards square and round. (Hey) Over under sideways down, (Hey) Backwards forwards square and round. When will it end, when will it end, When will it end, when will it end.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! I find comment ’bout my looks irrelativity, Think I’ll go and have some fun, ‘Cos it’s all for free. I’m not searching for a reason to enjoy myself, Seems it’s better done, Than argued with somebody else.
(Hey) Over under sideways down, (Hey) Backwards forwards square and round. (Hey) Over under sideways down, (Hey) Backwards forwards square and round. When will it end, when will it end, When will it end, when will it end. Hey!Hey! Hey! Hey! Over under sideways down
The Yardbirds were a great springboard for Jeff Beck, Eric Clapton and Jimmy Page all three huge hero’s of mine.
Happy Days thank you Mum and Dad. You may be long gone but I love you still.
This week Jim Adams at Newepiauthor has set us the prompt of Trains for our Song Lyric Sunday.
So I have chose Mathew and Son by the then Cat Stevens. It a brilliant song about life and it’s treadmill. It mentions the 8.30 train so I think it fits the bill.
It’s Sunday again and Jim Adams of NewEpicAuthor said : “The Song Lyric Sunday theme for this week to be a song that includes somebody famous in it.”
Well the first song that comes to mind is the wonderful history lesson We didn’t start the fire by Billy Joel. It is a virtual how’s how and what happened then of modern history. I think more than one person will choose this brilliant song.
It’s Sunday again and time for Song Lyric Sunday. I missed out last week due to being unwell but here I am back like the preverbial bad penny not totally fit but on the right road.
Well this week it’s T.V. music and Jim Adams said: “This week you can write about either the TV show or the song, or both. Everyone should be able to find a song that is featured in a TV show and works with this prompt. Try to find a song that fits the prompt, then write your post.”
I have chosen the theme to The Bridge an absolutely brilliant Scandinavian darker than dark drama. The theme is an absolute perfect match to the story. I fell in love with the theme after 60 secs of hearing.
The theme is by Choir of Young Believersis the musical project of singer, writer and guitaristJannis Noya MakrigiannisfromCopenhagen, Denmark. The band, which consists of Makrigiannis along with a rotating cast of supporting players, has had multiple No 1 hits in their home country ofDenmarkand was named the “Best New Act” at the 2009 Danish Music Awards. COYB’s music combines folk melodies, orchestral instrumentation, and dark lyrics.More Information here.
The theme is called Hollow Talk.
The series The Bridge is one of most compelling I have ever watched. It is set around an Autistic policewoman, a detective, who has some very strange character traits and comes from a difficult family background.
It is written by Hans Rosenfeldt. A joint creative and financed production between Sweden’s Sveriges Television and Denmark’s Danmarks Radio, it has been shown in more than 100 countries.
The first series begins with the discovery of a dead body exactly on the centre of theØresund Bridge, which links Malmö with Copenhagen, necessitating a joint investigation. Sofia Helin, as the Swedish police detective Saga Norén, stars in all four series. In the first and second, her Danish counterpart, Martin Rohde, is played by Kim Bodnia, and in the third and fourth Thure Lindhardt plays Henrik Sabroe. The first series was broadcast on the Swedish SVT1 and Danish DR1 during the autumn of 2011, and on the United Kingdom’s BBC Four the following spring. More information here.
There are four seasons each as good as the first. I can really recommend it to anyone. You soon get used to reading the subtitles.
What (woo ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Where (woo ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Why (tell me why, tell me why, tell me why…)
I don’t understand
Let’s sit down and talk
One minute you love me and then you walk
There’s more going on
Than you will admit
‘Cause just as we got it to work you quit
I’m caught in a fog
And you make it clear
The truth won’t be worse than the things I fear
It’s a mystery to me
I haven’t a clue
If somebody else has a part of you
Tell me
Who (who)
What when where why (why)
Who is the guy
What made you need someone new
Tell me
Who what when where why
When did it die
When’d we go wrong
Don’t you lie, tell me why
You won’t be my love
You won’t be my friend
But won’t you at least help me comprehend
What’s happening to me
‘Cause after you go
My one consolation will be to know
The places and names, the reason and rhymes
The facts of the matter and points in time
I tried for your love
But you won’t allow
This guy to do nothin’ but ask you how
And… Who (who)
What when where why (why)
Who is the guy
What made you need someone new
Tell me
Who what when where why
When did it die
When’d we go wrong
Don’t you lie, tell me why
I want you to say
What’s inside your head
Confession is good for the soul it’s said
So start at the top and take it real slow
If you want out, then I have to know
Just… Who (who)
What when where why (why)
Who is the guy
What made you need someone new
Tell me
Who what when where why
When did it die
When’d we go wrong
Don’t you lie, tell me why
But I have to pop in a other song here one that especially resonates with me. It Annie Lennox singing Why. The lyrics of this song are so often the pattern of my life. It a beautiful song. I am stronger now but it’s not always easy to be. So I am reaching out my hand to support anyone out there Male/ Female / Transgender/ Lesbian/ Gay whoever needs support.💜 Be strong be brave be yourself. All the wrongs in life are not always your fault.💜
How many times do I have to try to tell you That I’m sorry for the things I’ve done But when I start to try to tell you That’s when you have to tell me Hey… this kind of trouble’s only just begun I tell myself too many times Why don’t you ever learn to keep your big mouth shut That’s why it hurts so bad to hear the words That keep on falling from your mouth Falling from your mouth Falling from your mouth Tell me… Why Why I may be mad
I may be blind I may be viciously unkind But I can still read what you’re thinking And I’ve heard is said too many times That you’d be better off Besides… Why can’t you see this boat is sinking (this boat is sinking this boat is sinking) Let’s go down to the water’s edge And we can cast away those doubts Some things are better left unsaid But they still turn me inside out Turning inside out turning inside out Tell me… Why Tell me… Why
This is the book I never read These are the words I never said This is the path I’ll never tread These are the dreams I’ll dream instead This is the joy that’s seldom spread These are the tears… The tears we shed This is the fear This is the dread These are the contents of my head And these are the years that we have spent And this is what they represent And this is how I feel Do you know how I feel? ’cause i don’t think you know how I feel I don’t think you know what I feel I don’t think you know what I feel You don’t know what I feel
Jim Adams of NewEpicAuthor has given us Dawn/Noon/Dusk/Midnight/Nocturnal/Diurnal as the theme for today’s Song Lyric Sunday prompt.
Right folks I have the 99 year old mother in law over, as we do most Sundays. She gets very ansie if I even look at my phone when she is here. ( She never been keen on me so any excuse to put me down she will. Never mind I am patient and just smile and agree).
So it’s a quick one today but one I love and the video..well I could watch that all day to.
Without futher ado I give you Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers and Night and Day. From the film The Gay Divorcée. The tile of the film dates from when gay meant happy and cheerful.
Night and day, you are the one Only you beneath the moon Under the sun Whether near to me or far It’s no matter, darling, where you are I think of you night and day Night and day, why’s it so That this longing for you Follows wherever I go In the roaring traffic’s boom In the silence of my lonely room I think of you night and day Night and day, under the hide of me There’s an, ooh, such a hungry yearning Burning inside of me And this torment won’t be through Till you let me spend my life making love to you Day and night, night and day
For this week’s Song Lyric Sunday Jim Adams at NewEpicAuthor said :The theme today is Mom/Mother/Flowers. Pick up some flowers, or candy, or even a card for your mother. Better yet, give her a call or go visit her and tell her how much you love her.
Why? Because it’s Mother’s Day in the US. So happy Mother’s Day to America. A day for Hallmark, florists, and chocolatiers to celebrate.
Personally I think it should be parents day everyday.
But enough let’s go with the prompt.
My mum has been dead a long time over 20years. I still miss her so much. I wrote this poem in her honour.
Gentle she was.
Gentle she was, a young woman of means, beautiful in her Marcel Wave she was.
A hair dresser with her own shop a teaser of hair and tresses.
Then the quiet Irish man took her eye and her heart.
Not impressed were her parents with the young Irish trade unionist from the motor trade.
Time eventually brought them round to accept the vows the young couple had made.
Grief she bore when her fist born died at six months
Brave she was to have more. Three girls then two boys , and two more angels lost in-between.
Then after all was finished me, making six.
Hard she worked to bring us up and support her quiet man who was there for her too.
Kind she was, good and open hearted she was.
The door always open to family and waifs and strays
Big hearted she was to all who past through our door.
Always there she was, with words of wisdom and comfort.
Her beautiful heart shone through her eyes.
Patient she was but there was temper there if needed,
She was not strong or mean but if needed her children and her man she would defend to the death!
Beautiful she was in features and in heart
there was not task she would not finish if she had made a start.
Cried for her daughters she did as her man gave them away
And when her sons went too she had a proud day.
Together alone by themselves again.
Happy she was full of the business of her quiet man.
Yet she was always ready to talk and help and ease our pain.
Cleaver she was but not school or college wise she was wise in life and love and truth and need.
Lonely she was when her man was taken ,
Wept she did as she wanted to join him.
Lost she was without the quiet man .
Heart broken she became though she threw herself in to caring for grandchildren.
Gone she was before her body, her mind and soul went to him.
Lost to us she was, a smile here and there maybe a flash of recognition.
Unknowing of all around her she was,sad eyed frighted lamb lonely lonely.
Tiny she was when she went sadly lost to us long before .
Gone into her mind to find her quiet man.
Tears we shed for her,we wept in grief and I in anger because so long had she been gone and I had wanted to talk to her,
But gone she really was.
Anemones her favourite flowers were they always remind me of her.
I forgave her for leaving me and now accept she had to go
As by the side of her quiet man was where she had to be.
Carly wrote the song for her mother Andrea Simon, written just after her passing in 1994.
The song speaks of her mother’s spirit always being there for her and the family. It just how I feel about my mum. She saw all my boys but none of my grandchildren …she died years before they were born. She watches over them as she does over the whole extended family.
Like A River
Dear mother the struggle is over now
And your house is up for sale
We divided your railway watches
Between the four of us
I fought over the pearls
With the other girls
But it was all a metaphor
For what was wrong with us
As the room is emptying out
Your face so young comes into view
And on the back porch is a well-worn step
And a pool of light you can walk into
I’ll wait no more for you like a daughter,
That part of our life together is over
But I will wait for you, forever
Like a river…
Can you clear up the mystery of the Sphinx?
Do you know any more about God?
Are you dancing with Benjamin Franklin
On the face of the moon?
Have you reconciled with Dad?
Does the rain still make you sad?
Last night I swear I could feel you
Moving through my room
And I thought you touched my feet
I so wanted it to be true
In my theater there is a stage
And a footlight you can step into…
I’ll wait no more for you like a daughter,
That part of our life together is over
But I will wait for you, forever
Like a river…
In the river I know I will find the key
And your voice will rise like the spray
In the moment of knowing
The tide will wash away my doubt
‘Cause you’re already home
Making it nice for when I come home
Like the way I find my bed turned down
Coming in from a late night out.
Please keep reminding me
Of what in my soul I know is true
Come in my boat, there’s a seat beside me
And two or three stars we can gaze into…
I’ll wait no more for you like a daughter,
That part of our life together is over
But I will wait for you forever
Like a river…
I’ll never leave, always just a dream away
A star that’s always watching
Never turn away
We’ll never leave, always just a thought away
A candle always burning
Never turn away
The moon will hide, the tree will bend
I’m right beside you
I’ll never turn away
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