Song lyric Sunday. 3/3/19.

This week Jim Adams at NewEpicAuthor told us he had heard from Helen Vahdati. Unfortunately Helen is still unwell and has decided not to take the reins back.

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Luckily for us Jim is happy to continue hosting our weekly song prompt. Hooray and thank you Jim.

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The prompt for this week is “Occupation”.

Well there are so many and I have had a really hard job on deciding what to pick .

Before I go for my main choice here is my favourite occupation song of all time. Wichita Lineman . By Glen Campbell. A beautiful self explanatory song about a man doing a dangerous job in harsh conditions and missing home and partner.

Lyrics and who wrote the song all in the video.

Well now here is my main choice The Scientist by Cold play. The video shows the story of the song backwards. Chris Martin had to sing “The Scientist” backwards for the music video, so learned the phonetic movements which made it look like he was singing the words, the singer set about the month long task of studying his lyrics and learning how perform them back to front. It is very well done!

The Scientist”

Come up to meet you, tell you I’m sorry
You don’t know how lovely you are

I had to find you
Tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart

Tell me your secrets
And ask me your questions
Oh, let’s go back to the start

Running in circles
Coming up tails
Heads on a science apart

Nobody said it was easy
It’s such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard

Oh, take me back to the start

I was just guessing
At numbers and figures
Pulling the puzzles apart

Questions of science
Science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart

Tell me you love me
Come back and haunt me
Oh, and I rush to the start

Running in circles
Chasing our tails
Coming back as we are

Nobody said it was easy
Oh, it’s such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard

I’m going back to the start

Oh [x4]

Lyrics by Cold Play. Reproduced here from A to Z Lyrics.

WORK — Music Themes Day 6 Nano PoBlano

Day 6 Nano PoBlano

WORK — Music Themes

Johnny chose the music theme WORK for this week.

Published on 14 Nov 2013
A day in the life of Mrs Mbeko in Bolera Village, Malawi.
“A wonderful video by Garreth Waterworth Owen on a day in the life of a rural Malawian woman. They work so hard and get so little thanks. Thanks to all our mothers, sisters and aunts, and thanks to Garreth

Aga Zaryan: Woman’s Work,  Tied to the household , chores looking after  the children  and still being expected  to be there as a maid  and lover  to the working husband ?

Kate Bush a woman work, more of the same as Aga’s  song  but more relevant!

Cat Stevens Mathew and Son  The  daily trudge  up in the morning  the daily  commute on the train to work, slave all day being ground  down  by  rules, clocking in and clocking out and then  the evening commute  home, then the next day  the same.

9 to 5 Dolly Parton : It is self explanatory.

Hard day’s night Beatles : The hard  life of a pop idol  😉

Harry Belafonte – Banana Boat Song The  hard life  of the men  working on the Banana boats , meeting  the  daily  tallly!

Desmond Dekker & The Aces – “Israelites” The  hard life of  the oppressed.

Lee Dorsey – Working In The Coal Mine   working  hard down the mine with  all it’s dangers.

Wichita Lineman – Glen Campbell  The dangerous and hard  working life of someone  who has to look after  the telephone and power lines. Stretching  through  seasons and counties.

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Please check out they other themests they are so clever  they put me into the shadows.

Bear, Johnny, , Maddie, Eva

NaBloPoMo : Red

They  called her Red ,

Popular and good in bed .

Red hair  collar and cuff

 

She is fun you know she likes it rough.

Her hair  flies like flame

Balloons attached, they  all think she is game.

They don’t care she good for it again  and again.                                                                                                                                                      That is not a smile it’s  a grimace of pain.

 

Drops of blood form on her toes

Where is she bleeding  from no one knows.

Nobody cares it won’t stop their fun

They only want her for one thing,  excitement and cum.

 

Here eyes are hidden  you only see her smile

Here eyes are dead she is empty  all the while.

Red  her  dress, red her hair

Red , red blood everywhere.

 

They  called her Red ,

Popular and good in bed .

Red hair  collar and cuff

She is fun you know she likes it rough.

Death Life’s Poet

My good friend  and fellow blogger  Martin Shone  wrote that he saw Death  as Life’s Poet. I loved this idea  and wrote this poem below  about my poor over worked friend Grim ( as in the Reaper AKA Death) You can see more of Martin’s thoughts here .

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The room would appear to be empty and dark

But what is that, a scratching , scratching,  hark!

Slowly your eyes grow accustomed  to the lack of light

There in the corner is an old guy working,  a curious sight .

 

Who is this, who can it be ? It is Death ( in his civies ) writing  Life’s Poetry.

I almost feel sorry for Reaper I do and I feel you should agree.

He is  exhausted by life’s demands and quirks

He not only has to go out collecting the dead  but

He has Life’s poems to write, he’s no shirk.

 

Can you hear that shusshing sound, lets see what can that be …..

It’s  billions of egg timers  set out on shelves . They represent you, the rest of the world and me.

 

I almost feel sorry for Reaper I do and I feel you should agree.

He  is exhausted by life’s demands and quirks

He not only has to go out collecting the dead  but

He has  Life’s poems  to write, he’s no shirk.

 

He is always busy now writing poetry and collecting the  dead

And there’s  more’  for he now has an apprentice to teach and keep fed.

Don’ t you feel a pang of sympathy for him, who  holds the number’s of you and me.

There is never a moment when he can be free, not even a moment for hot cup of coffee.

Well he is very busy right now as we can see

And I think there is somewhere , anywhere  else that we should be.

 

I almost feel sorry for Reaper I do and I feel you should agree.

He exhausted my life’s demands and quirks

He not only has to go out collecting  the Dead  but

He has  Life’s poems to write, he’s no shirk.

 

 

 

 

 

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