This week Helen Vahdati in conjunction with Simply Marquessa has set us a searching prompt for our Song Lyric Sunday. So this week’s prompt is Truth.. that’s a thorny one.
Well I have decided to go along the lines of couples in relationships that are either dead or dying and need truth and honesty!
First up Kate Bush and Peter Gabriel. With a song about a couple who have stopped talking and settled into a regime of existing and avoiding the truth. So very sad, so very common, so very true. It’s called another day
Another Day
The kettle’s on, the sun has gone
She offers me tibetan tea on a flower tray She’s at the door, she wants to score She dearly needs to to say I loved you a long time ago Where the winds own forget me nots blow But I just couldn’t let myself go Not knowing what on earth there was to know But I wish that I had ‘Cos I’m feeling so sad That I never had one of your children And across the room inside a tomb A change is waxed and wanes The night is young why are we so hung up In each others chains I must make her, I must take her While the dove domains And feel the juice run as she flies Run my winds under her sighs As the flames of eternity rise To lick us with the first-born lash of dawn Oh really my dear I can’t see what we fear Sat here with ourselves in between us And at the door we can’t say more Than just another day And without a sound I turn around And I walk away
Next is China by Tori Amos . Very similar to the Kate Bush and Peter Gabriel song. Another couple who need to talk to each other and tell the truth. This is another very sad song. The Lyrics are in the video. China by Tori Amos
Right we have had all this sadness and unspoken truth in the two songs above. Let’s move on to something a little more hopeful a song about being honest, speaking the truth and moving on. Guess who it is by, yes indeed my favourite singer songwriter Imogen Heap. This song is about the end of a long term relationship that was truly dead the honesty and truth in the words are refreshing.
“Run-Time”
Sparks might fly, in no time.
It’s a delayed reaction of the third kind. (ooh)
I’m so ready for this.
Shrink-wrapped tones, I can face the music.
Stop matters bonding us way beyond
Our best by-days.
You know we’ve had it good, we’ve had it bad, so no hard feelings.
We’ve done all we could and all again. I’m done pretending.
Let’s quit while we’re still friends.
Making up stories that grew to be too tall,
My fortress to forget couldn’t take anymore.
You nearly watched me ruin everything, everything!
There’s a number one rule of don’t-do’s.
Well we knew it all too well.
You were supposed to be looking out for me!
Have you any idea how difficult it’s been?
You know we’ve had it good, we’ve had it bad, so no hard feelings.
We’ve done all we could, and all again. Let’s save ourselves a sorry ending.
You know we’ve had it good, we’ve had it bad, but this is as far as we can stretch.
Let’s stop pretending, stop pretending.
And quit while we’re still friends [x2]
Well I was so young, misguided maybe.
But still this hands over my every pen to paper.
And this all started with a song.
Let this be our last one.
Drop, drop. Bridge, bridge!
We’ve had it good, we’ve had it bad, but this is as far as we can stretch.
Stop pretending!
And quit while we’re still friends.
I wish you well.
I wish you well… (I wish you well, wish you well, wish you well)
Wish you well, I wish you well, I won’t tell if you won’t tell.
I won’t hold it against you if you bow out gracefully. (gracefully)
Can we just not drag this out, please?
I wish you well, I wish you well, I won’t tell if you won’t tell.
I won’t hold it against you if you bow out gracefully, (do it gracefully!)
Can we just not drag this out
Just to say Imogen did finish her relationship, eventually met her now husband, best friend and father to their child 💞 which goes to prove Truth is key.
I know I missed Earth Day on 22nd April but I really wanted to share this!
I noticed a crack in the Tarmac at the base of a lampost that I pass most days. The crack grew and then to my amazement a mushroom appeared! Tarmac rock hard and solid, mushroom soft , very soft.
Nature is so strong stronger than anything man made.
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I allow you to live here
I even allow you to think you are in charge.
You have mistreated me and now for you I fear.
I should of reined you in not let you run at large.
You have taken all my gifts and squandered them
My treasures are not infinite, so empty now I bleed.
You have raped me and burned my surface, caused mayhem,
I fear I cannot forever support you, listen it is your co operation I need.
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Listen to the message.
We need to stop and listen to Mother Earth she is stronger than us and if we carry on in our selfish ways she desroy us all.
She may do it quickly and violently or slowly quietly just stop supporting us. Either way she will win because no matter what “man” thinks we are here because she allows us to be.
It is gathering , it is growing as it does this time of year.
It is clawing my guts out as it shuffles up to me near.
It is spitting in my face and screaming in my ear.
I am being wrenched apart happy Christmas my dear
Nobody ever does anything for you.. do you really believe that crap. Do you really think its true.
Na it couldn’t be anything you do…….. could it?
It always happens at Christmas I have to ask you why . Why take it up and screw it up , step on it, kick it … watch it bleed to death, gasp for air and die!
Go on, Go on, make your selfish demands on me , make me make the choices I never want ..never set me fucking free.
Bleed me cut cut throw me in the gutter . Make me choose what I do not want, what the fuck does it matter.
No doubt you will relent ungraciously then be the biggest martyr you can and blame your grief on me.
Yes I bloody hate Christmas. All it brings is grief, arguments and hurt.
Under the pretence of rejoicing many a poor soul is being dragged through the dirt!
The adverts on the TV show the perfect families enjoying the festive fayre.
It makes me want to choke I don’t believe it, and I think it so unfair
To ram these lies of “happy happy times” right down our throats . It is just another bloody day
All the things that are wrong are still there and they will not magically go away!
Living with emotional crippledom is hard work , yes it gets no harder. At some point you simply cannot deal with the stress and the fear anymore. You just never know what will tip them over the edge. You get so tired of coping with family “do’s” you get so tired of holding that strained smile, pretending all is well, all the while knowing it bloody well is not.
Tired of being jealous of other families who seem happy to all appearances, my bitchy side hopes that they are as bloody miserable as I am. My kinder side praying that that their happiness, togetherness, relaxedness is real. OH! God it must be real I pray the world is not as wretched as I am, I pray all marriages are not as taught, fraught and stretched to the limit as mine is. crawling across glass bleeding bleeding .
It never gets any better you pray it will you beg God it will but it doesn’t . What is the point , what is the point , what have I done done that is so bloody wrong? Hopeless, pointless no hope.
Where you can feel okay about having a vodka tonic while playing with your children with a splash of my feminist views and a whole hell of a lot of female empowerment
