Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 21/04/2019 – Seasons

Thank you to Jim Adams, who tirelessly hosts Song Lyric Sunday and gives us the chance to share lots of favourite, and some not so familiar, songs.

The theme for this week is Seasons/Winter/Spring/Summer/Fall

If you fancy sharing one of your favourite songs you can find out how to participate, and also listen to all the great entries, here.

I don’t think that many will have heard of the singer on my chosen song this week, and you’ll have to be alert to catch him because there are only 19 words in all!

The artist is a man who had a tragic accident in June 1973 that left him using a wheelchair, paralysed from the waist down, after an inebriated fall from a 4th floor window. He claims, ironically, that this accident probably saved his life, because he was, at the time, an alcoholic, often matching Keith Moon drink for drink.

Like Keith Moon, Robert Wyatt was a drummer. He was a founding member of the influential Canterbury scene bands Soft Machine and Matching Mole. After his accident he continued to play drums, adopting  more of a jazz style, obviously not using his feet. Although, on reflection, he always did favour jazz.

This track is taken from the album Shleep, produced in 1997. I think you may find it different from your normal listening, but I hope you enjoy it!

 

Out of Season

This song is by Robert Wyatt and appears on the album Shleep (1997).

A late sparrow fledging
Bathing in dust
Beneath the gaping mouth
Of the post box
(Hungry for letters home)

BONUS

A bonus this week, is an instrumental, from Rick Wakeman, called Seasons of Change.

https://youtu.be/9x54uMcZnTs

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Twittering Tales #132 – 16 April 2019

It’s time again, for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge, to write a story, inspired by her picture prompt, in 280 characters or fewer.

Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution.

Check out all the fabulously creative entries here and, if you’ve never had a go, why not try a story of your own? You may surprise yourself!

Photo by Luis Quintero on Unsplash.com

The emergency survival packs had been set up for years, they were all over the city.

They held weapons, ammunition, water, food, and a radio.

Each agent had a unique access code to punch in on the keyboard, and a voice code to verify.

What the hell was the cat’s name I’d chosen?

(279 characters)

Lundi limerick #30

A walrus of gigantic size

was also incredibly wise

It hardly surprises

she won lots of prizes

but worried about her large thighs

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 14/04/2019 – Glitter Freeze

Thank you to Jim Adams, who hosts Song Lyric Sunday, and gives us the chance to share lots of favourite, and some not so familiar, songs.

The theme for this week is Freeze/Cold/Ice

If you fancy sharing one of your favourite songs you can find out how to participate, and also listen to all the great entries, here.

I’ve previously shared songs on SLS where I couldn’t find the lyrics. Never before have I offered a song by a group that doesn’t exist!

Well, there’s a first time for everything because Gorillaz are a British virtual band created in 1998 by musician Damon Albarn and artist Jamie Hewlett. The band primarily consists of four animated members: 2-D(lead vocals, keyboards, melodica), Murdoc Niccals (bass guitar), Noodle (guitars, occasionally keyboards and vocals), and Russel Hobbs (drums and percussion). Their fictional universe is explored through music videos, interviews, and other short cartoons. In reality, Albarn is the only permanent musical contributor, and often collaborates with other musicians.

In March 2001, Gorillaz played their first show at the Scala in London before embarking on a UK tour later that summer, with one date in Paris and two in Japan. During this tour the live band played behind a giant projector screen which covered the whole stage, on which was projected various visuals and images created by Hewlett. After taking a short break over the holidays, the tour resumed with a North American leg in February 2002

The song I’ve chosen, released in 2010, features Mark E. Smith of the Fall, and includes some Morse code at the beginning. After Mark asks “Where’s North from ‘ere”, the code answers “ Plastic Beach” which is the name of the album.

Apparently, Mark wanted to do his part facing north and asked ‘Where’s North from ‘ere?’ They left the words in!

Like ‘Punk’ on the first album, and ‘White Light’ on ‘Demon Days’, this is the album’s rawkus section of chaos. Every album’s got to have one.“ – band member Murdoc Niccals in an interview with NME

The song is Glitter Freeze – I hope you enjoy it.

There are very few lyrics, and, unless you want to analyse them in detail, they probably are purely incidental.

[Intro : Mark E. Smith]
Where’s North from here?

[Morse code for Plastic Beach]

[Interlude : Mark E. Smith]
It was
The glitter freeze
Doctor F
Listen
You wouldn’t credit
Or believe this
Aha ha ha
Ship him far!

Here are a couple of alternative recordings:

Live at Glastonbury 2010

An alternative version

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Privilege and Fractures

Carol at Wanderings of an Elusive Mind has done a great job of explaining the problems facing The United States of America…and it starts with the haves, afraid they will lose something, vs. the have nots, who are struggling with the long-held belief that upward mobility is possible. This applies equally to the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. Interesting to note that UNITED appears in both country titles, but fails to appear in everyday living!
Thanks to Margo at https://margosviews.wordpress.com for her initial re blog of this post.

Wanderings of an Elusive Mind

Privilege is defined as “a special right, advantage, or immunity granted or available only to a particular person or group”.

As a white-skinned man, you have always been granted the privilege to “sit at the counter”, drink from a water fountain, live in the better neighborhoods, be given credit for some degree of intelligence, admitted to the school of your choice, enter in the business of your choice, ride in the front of the bus, vote for the candidate of your choice. Women have had to fight hard for these privileges. People of color have had to fight harder for these privileges.

Even today, when equality is purportedly granted to all, some experience much more privilege than others.

As a wealthy white man, you have always had more privileges than those of a lower “class” or income group. As a wealthy man, you have always had the privilege of being…

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Twittering Tales #131 – 9 April 2019

It’s time again, for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge, to write a story, inspired by her picture prompt, in 280 characters or fewer.

Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution.

Check out all the fabulously creative entries here and, if you’ve never had a go, why not try a story of your own? You may surprise yourself!

Photo by Adhitya Andanu at Pexels.com

Since those huge bright globes appeared low in the sky it hadn’t been safe to venture outside.
All who tried were frazzled to a cinder.
We soon realised that we needed to keep to the shadows, but then the acid rain proved deadly too!
We’ve now used the last of the food and water!

(280 characters)

Wednesday weirdness — National Library Week edition — bluebird of bitterness

Something no serious reader should be without.

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Lundi limerick #29

An X ray of Susan the spider

showed hundreds of apples inside her

Her doctor said hey

we can cure you today

As a bonus we’ll make lots of cider

 

(Susan is a VERY big spider, and features today because X is rather difficult when it comes to animals, insects, and arachnids.)

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 07/04/2019 – Burn/Fire/Flame

Thank you to Jim Adams, who hosts Song Lyric Sunday, and gives us the chance to share lots of favourite, and some not so familiar, songs.

The theme for this week is Burn/Fire/Flame.

If you fancy sharing one of your favourite songs you can find out how to participate, and also listen to all the great entries, here.

One of the first things I like to check, when choosing what music to share with you lovely people, is what music I have on my MacBook that will fit the theme.

Sure enough, I came up with a couple of choices and decided to go for something completely different, a Gregorian Chant from an album that I’m sure everyone has at home!!!! The album is “Gregorian Chants – Greatest Hits”. Yes, it really does exist.

I chose to offer you “The Mystic Flame” by Simon Cooper, which is a modern version of a Gregorian Chant, first released in 1998 on his album “Hymns of the Ancient Fire.’

That was the easy bit. The next bit I failed completely. I have no idea what the lyrics are and, really, I don’t think it matters, it just goes to show that good music is good music whether there are words or not, although it does rather fail as far as SLS goes.

However, it is as it is. I hope you enjoy the music. I find it relaxing and very pleasant. Simon Cooper is quite prolific in his writing and even writes music for babies in the womb. The chant doesn’t start until about the 2.40 mark!

Just in case you cannot access this I’m adding another version below.

https://youtu.be/3KgQsGpDz0k

Because Fire and Flame Burns brightly, and to make your day even brighter, I’m adding the song Bright, by Echosmith which I came across on J-Dubs Grin and Bear it site on her entry for atozchallenge. Thanks to JilyWily. I love this!

 

 

 

 

Introducing — Gloria Smud

Debbie Jones lives in llangullno, in Wales, and has this lovely blog under the fantastically clever title of Gloria Smud. You’ll see why, and how, it got to be named thus if you have a wander round her blog. You will not be disappointed.

Debbie has been writing for quite some time, but blogging for only a short time. She will, I’m sure, become very successful with lots of avid readers. Here is your chance to read her fantastic poetry and see, and hear about her little bit of paradise.

A Magical Palace Lay me down on a blanket of white, Where tears are frozen and eyes shut tight. Feeling the tingle from cool, crisp sheets, Drifting down, silently, piece by piece. A magical palace, where earth blends with sky, And freezing stars glisten, remotely, on high. A calming, clear bitterness, fashioned from ice, Where…

via A Magical Palace — Gloria Smud