Song Lyric Sunday: Disturbing!

Jim Adams

Well here we are it’s Sunday again and time again for Jim Adams. I am late but I have a pass from my dear departed mum.

So it’s August 15, 2021 and our prompts for Song Lyric Sunday are ‚Äď Nightmare, Danger, Terror,Fear And Horror.

My first choice is Nightmare by Halsey, you may as why I chose such a recent song, well I do live lyrics and in a weird way this song speaks of how I often feel even now.

Nightmare” is a song by American singer Halsey. It was released as a single on May 17, 2019 and was sent to top 40 radio on May 21, 2019 through Capitol Records. The song was written by Halsey along with its producers Benny Blanco, Cashmere Cat, and Happy Perez. The music video, directed by Hannah Lux Davis, accompanied its release the same day.

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Next up it has to be Dangerous by David Guetta featuring Sam Mark. Guetta’s fabulous creation so complimented by Sam Martin’s voice, what not to love? Plus a Si Fi video to die forūüíú

Dangerous” is a song by French music producer David Guetta released as the second single from his sixth studio album, Listen. It features vocals by American singer and songwriter Sam Martin. It was released as a digital download on 6 October 2014. Both artists co-wrote and co-produced the song with Giorgio Tuinfort and Jason Evigan, with additional writing from Lindy Robbins. A remix featuring Trey SongzChris Brown, and Martin was released on 9 January 2015.

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“Your my my courage when I worry in the deep of night”…we all know that feeling don’t we. Again I find myself drawn to group and the only reason is they sound so good! So that’s why I picked the Afters again.

The Afters are an American Christianpop rock band founded by Joshua Havens and Matt Fuqua. Havens and Fuqua first worked together in a Starbucks coffee shop in Mesquite, Texas, where they played for customers, before deciding to form a band. They were initially joined by Brad Wigg from the same Starbucks, and drummer Michael Burden and performed under the name Blisse. When Burden left the band Marc Dodd, from the Mesquite Starbucks, stepped in. Their song “Never Going Back to OK” was the most-played song on R&R magazine’sChristian CHR chart for 2008.

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With such Night terror prompts I had to include The Eye of The needle by Sia…. No one expresses the night terrors better

Eye of the Needle” is a song recorded by Australian recording artist Sia for her sixth studio album, 1000 Forms of Fear (2014). The song was released on 3 June 2014 as a promotional single by Inertia in Australia and Monkey Puzzle and RCA Records globally. It appeared on record charts of Australia, France and the United Kingdom.

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Of course I saved the best until last….no one does it better than Kate Bush….(well perhaps Immi) with Hammer Horror. It’s wonderful lyrics and video….it so beautifully hammy!

Hammer Horror” was Kate Bush‘s fourth single release and first single from her second album Lionheart. It was released on 27 October 1978. Following the top ten success of her first two singles, the song charted at a much lower No. 44 on the UK Singles Chart. The parent album, released a few weeks later, was unaffected and charted in the top 10. “Hammer Horror” proved to be a temporary blip, for Bush’s next single returned her to the top 20. In other countries it fared better, such as Ireland, where it reached No. 10. In Australia, Kate Bush devised the dance routine for the song in her Melbourne hotel room, and performed the song on the television show Countdown.

The song references¬†Hammer Films, a company specializing in horror movies. However, Bush conceived of the song after viewing the film¬†Man of a Thousand Faces, a biographical film ‚Äď not produced by Hammer ‚Äď about¬†Lon Chaney¬†starring¬†James Cagney. “The song was inspired by seeing James Cagney playing the part of Lon Chaney playing the hunchback”, Bush stated in 1979. “He was an actor in an actor in an actor, rather like Chinese boxes, and that’s what I was trying to create.” The story of the song concerns an actor who gets thrust into the lead role of¬†The Hunchback of Notre Dame¬†after the original actor dies in an accident on the film set.¬†The guilt-ridden narrator of the song ends up being haunted by the ghost of the jealous original actor, who was a former friend. A promotional video was made for the single featuring Bush and a black-masked dancer performing the song against a black background.

Information on this post from Wikipedia

Everything else said is from me!

Well I know I am late but it’s a busy day today, better than a fear filled night though! Here is one of my night horror poems .

NIGHT HORRORS.

image from here

When sleep deserts you reason is not far behind.

Panic moves in and is far from kind.

With sanity fleeing, taking sense in its path

It feels like a car crash’s bad aftermath!

 Darkness creeps and confusion reins

You can smell the fear like dirty drains.

Open a window and breathe in the night

Calm yourself now there is no need for flight.

 Look up to the stars they are laughing at you

They‚Äôve seen night horrors before so it’s nothing is new.

The moon and the stars burn with ancient light

Oblivious of you with no care for your plight.

 The night is an abandoned tunnel damp and dark.

Shadowy and cold echoing to the sound of a vicious dog’s bark.

The climb is steep and narrow there is no rest

You slip and stumble blindly hoping for the best.

 Where is the comfort where is the light

When will there be an end to this endless night.

© willowdot21. 2011

Happy Sunday everyone.ūüíúūüíú

Trio of Haiku for Mali and week old Paris.

Crushing me down breathtaking

Life ripped from my soul

Mali more Bad News Breaking

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Dawn’s soft and ¬†gentle hues broke

Shouting men gun shots

Evil again for God spoke.

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Injured, dead less than  a week

Old enemies dance

Evil into our lives seeps.

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Not the A to Z April Challenge : Underneath

The secret lies  buried underneath

Layer upon layer of grief

Under the damp scented loam

Where above feet do roam.

Unloved  and unwanted

Lost for evermore

Lost  haunted

Never

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Jut Jot It January: I won’t get out of here.

Help they are coming

Sliding  down  the walls, creeping  across  the  floor

Seeping in through the windows sticking  to the sills

Emerging  through  the  floorboards peeking in at  the door

Smelling  quite  unholy, ever  urging draging out  all ills.

 

There is  no  escape  for  me I  am truly  trapped

By  this  evil  creeping, slimy monster

It’s opened up my inner fears ¬†and has ¬†my life’s blood tapped.

I must not ¬†alert the others. Don’t want cause a stir.

 

Now ¬†it’s ¬†making ¬†noises, ¬†winding up to a scream

I don’t ¬†want ¬†the others to hear ¬†them, ¬†that ¬†would’nt be right.

They are  becoming louder,  spinning like a dream.

Closer  and closer  they come, will I survive  the night.

 

Louder  and louder  their  screams  begin to rise

They  are  filling the space in my head, I cannot  breathe.

Smell is eating up  my  nose  and here come the flies

They  have shut the door and locked it, now I shall never  leave.

This post is part of Just Jot It January hosted by Linda G Hill.

Thanks for tuning in and if you want to join, feel free to click on the link and start jotting!

 

SoCs, Lest We Forget.

 

Giant Rememberence  Poppy

Giant Rememberence Poppy

Lest we forget? a war  to end all wars

Yet everywhere  you look there  are more  and more!

We preach  peace, we say no more

Still somewhere, on every  continent,  someone is at war!

Neighbour  against neighbour  brothers and sisters  too

Always it is  the innocents  who do the  suffering.  What are we to do?

 

They are erecting giant Poppies to commemorate the start of  the first world war.

It started  in a foreign land, a duke  was shot  the result we know and  more.

The first world war started in 1914  on the 28th of July

Sadly looking round the  world , we have learned  nothing . Can you tell me why?

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This  is my  entry  for  this  week  for  SoCs on Lindaghill .

 

Here are the rules:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence ‚Äď one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry ‚Äď it doesn‚Äôt matter. Just let the words carry you along until you‚Äôre ready to stop.

3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say ‚ÄúWrite about dogs‚ÄĚ; the prompt will be more like, ‚ÄúMake your first sentence a question,‚ÄĚ or ‚ÄúBegin with the word ‚ÄėThe‚Äô.‚ÄĚ

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people will come and read your post! The way to ping back, is to just copy and paste the URL of my post somewhere on your post. Then your URL will show up in my comments, for everyone to see. For example, in your post you can copy and paste the following: This post is part of SoCS:  http://lindaghill.wordpress.com/2014/07/25/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-july-2514/  The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top.

5. Read at least one other person‚Äôs blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone‚Äôs! If you‚Äôre the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, ‚ÄúStream of Consciousness Saturday,‚ÄĚ which you‚Äôll find right below the ‚ÄúLike‚ÄĚ button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. Have fun!

Lost within the mind

Dark night,white spike thunder crash lightening flash. Silent scream violent dream. Lone walk small talk with crow flying low.

Harsh words are  heard. She walks  at her side a bird talks. Low cloud, shouts loud, she throws her head back, body slumps back slack.

No one there to care,she drags herself along the ground, not fair! Lash of rain,on the dark plain earth drinks time shrinks.Woman cries crow flies.

White skin all in. Blood runs off her chin. Tired eyes red rimmed , crow flies horizon skimmed. Sores high thought dark night her soul takes flight.

Where is my mare-babe

Many miles under the sea where the mare-man and the mare-maid swim free. Long time , long time gone there once was heard this plaintiff song.

Where is my mare-babe where is he. I only set him down whilst I set a shoal of fishes free from the evil serpent that roams these seas.

  Silver silent tears she wept running running down her milky breast. Her pain was there for all to see as clearly as the milk for her lost babe was running free.

Where is my mare-babe where is he. I only set him down whilst I set a shoal of fishes free from the evil serpent that roams these seas.

On the air she heard her baby’s cries she swam to the surface but could not believe her eyes. The Serpent ugly vicious and heartless too had in his jaws her mare-babe! OH! sweet Neptune what was she to do!

Where is my mare-babe where is he. I only set him down whilst I set a shoal of fishes free from the evil serpent that roams these seas.

She ask the Dolphins she begged  the Whales would they distract the Serpent with their dancing tails and she would try to wrestle free her darling babe of the sea.

Where is my mare-babe where is he. I only set him down whilst I sent a shoal of fishes free from the evil serpent that roams these seas.

The Whales they thrashed that serpent sly. The Dolphins did their best to distract him by leaping  out the waves towards the sky. The fish all shouted the Octopus hissed and spat , the haughty serpent wondered, did they think they could frighten him like that??

Where is my mare-babe where is he. I only set him down whilst I set a shoal of fishes free from the evil serpent that roams these seas.

An Angel saw the boiling sea and asked the Lord what can all that be. He all knowing said come with me . The Lord and the Angel asked the mare-maid did she believe that they could help if they would intercede. Still with silver tears in her eyes I do believe, I do she cried.

Where is my mare-babe where is he. I only set him down whilst I set a shoal of fishes free from the evil serpent that roams these seas.

The Lord motioned to the Angel and said you see this mare-maid she believes in me! Go now angel of mine with hair of fire kill that serpent and from it’s jaws set the mare-babe free.

photo credits google image

Where is my mare-babe where is he. I only set him down whilst I set a shoal of fishes free from the evil serpent that roams these seas.

The Angel smote the serpent across its head then lashed its back until it bled. As his jaws opened wide¬† the Lord took the child and laid it down by its mother’s side.¬† Out to sea the serpent screamed and then as if it were something dreamed the Lord banished it and all its kind no more to trouble¬† mare-mankind.

Many miles under the sea where the mare-man and the mare-maid swim free. Long time , long time gone there once was heard this plaintiff song.

Where is my mare-babe where is he. I only set him down whilst I set a shoal of fishes free from the evil serpent that roams these seas.

Trapped insided my Head

Black to the left of me black to the right above and below me too, all around is endless night.

Am I dreaming am awake, this constant gnawing at my soul is getting more than I can take.

The more I struggle the more it hurts I scream and I shout in the silence   my mind disconcerts.

Am I alone in here I do not know I reach out my hand and I feel around slow.

No don’t you give up now you must not sleep whatever is happening your conciousness you must keep.

Tired, tired I am so painfully tired but I must not sleep. If I do the monsters will rip my out my senses, I need them I need them my senses I must keep.

Tied down, I am tied down. It feels like there are tubes in and out of me running to ground. Lost, I feel lost why cannot I not see why isn’t anyone looking for me. Help me, help me come save me and set me free. Please , please someone answer my plea!

Running for my life

I am lonely I am lost I have run away but at what cost.Thankfully the door was left ajar so I ran and ran, oh! so far. He had forgotten to secure my rope so now I run, escape is my only hope.

Running for my life

I ran down to the beach I needed to hide and get out of reach. I don’t want another day hungry and cold praying he will stay away.The sound of his voice makes me shake and shiver, the feeling of his angry blows make me quiver.

I can see lights up ahead, lets get off the road if it is him he will beat me until I’m dead. OH! I feel so cold and weak¬† I can’t go on I just want to sleep.All my body racked with pain I fear and dread being caught and taken back again.

I hated that filthy dirty shed were soiled wet rags were my only bed. Sadly I was always hungry I only ever got scraps that stank and water that leaked from the outside rusty tank.

I just long for any love, not cruel hard fists reining on me from up above. A nice dry place for me to sleep and some food that I can eat. I swear I would honour and love someone to earn my keep.

I need a rest

It is no good I have done my best this corner looks safe I need to take a rest. I Just hope he is not around I am so scared of being found.  Sleeping the sleep of the scared I remember all the kickings and beatings, all my howls,yet, no one ever heard.

What’s that noise, is it a car door Oh! No ,Oh! No not him I can’t take any more. I hungry and cold and my paws are so sore. I can’t bare to look I shall just stay still.If¬† it is him I give up I have no more will.

Hello boy (a gentle voice) let me see , Oh! you are hurt let me help, you need not fear me. Kindly hands stroke my painful back a gentle stroke not hit or smack.

Look at you, you have been through the mill you are a strong one aren’t you, all those injuries and you are going still. Let me take you along with me and we will soon have you looking better and happy.

Gently hands pick me up and lay me cosy in the back of a truck. Covering me with a blanket giving me a gentle kiss is this all happening is it real it feels like bliss.

Can we keep him Daddy please he is so lovely, a little child is hugging me knelt next to me on it’s knees. Careful Jake we don’t know what he is like, careful in case he bites. I shall never bite the hand that loves me these new humans I could never hurt.

Bending down the new man says your okay boy you can stay.

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