Music to make you smile – thanks to Jim Adams.
Emile Waldteufel’s famous composition from 1882 is known in English as ‘The Skaters’ Waltz’. It was inspired by the sight of Parisians skating on the frozen Seine river. Waldteufel wrote over 200 works, but this is the piece he is best remembered for and this is one of the most famous wintery pieces in classical […]
Thank you to Jim Adams, who hosts Song Lyric Sunday and gives us the chance to share lots of familiar, and some not so familiar, songs.
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.
Of course, it’s only natural that the prompts are what they are, and there really is a lot to choose from for Christmas music. I’m not going to be giving you lots of detail about my choices this week because Christmas is all about joy, sharing, giving, children, love, and a little respite from the stress and strains of this cut and thrust life we all seem to be part of now.
I’d like to share a little bit of joy with you all, and to thank Jim, for hosting this weekly share of music for this year, Helen Vahdati who started this great weekly event, and all of the participants and readers who are part of it all. May you all have a blessed Christmas and a Happy and healthy New Year ahead.
Please enjoy the music of Trans Siberian orchestra.
Firstly with the magic of Christmas Eve for a little girl. Will she get back before her mother catches her?
There’s SNOW AND KITTENS!
and secondly, if you must have lyrics, then here we have Christmas Canon. You’re watching the official music video for Trans-Siberian Orchestra – “Christmas Canon” from the album ‘The Christmas Attic’ (1998). “Christmas Canon” is set to the tune of Pachelbel’s “Canon in D”.
and an alternative recording with lyrics on screen:
Christmas Canon
Trans-Siberian Orchestra
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
the joy that he brings
(Merry Christmas) the joy that he brings
(Merry Christmas) the joy that he brings
(Merry Christmas) the joy that he brings
This night
We pray
Our lives
Will show
This dream
He had
Each child
Still knows
This night
We pray
Our lives
Will show
This dream
He had
Each child
Still knows
This night
We pray
Our lives
Will show
This dream
He had
Each child
Still knows
This night
We pray
Our lives
Will show
This dream
He had
Each child
Still knows
On this night
On this night
On this very Christmas night
On this night
On this night
On this very Christmas night
On this night
On this night
On this very Christmas night
On this night
On this night
On this very Christmas night
On this night
On this night
On this very Christmas night
On this night
On this night
On this very Christmas night
On this night
On this night
On this very Christmas night
On this night
On this night
On this very Christmas night
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Paul O’neill / Paul F. O’neill
After reading all the terrible reviews of the Cats (2019) film, Daisy, my British Shorthair princess, would like it to be known that, although she auditioned for one of the leading roles, she was rejected for being too beautiful!
She thinks she’ll have to ponder a little and, of course, the best way to do that is to snooze.
I’ve just started to follow Tom, and have read only 2 of his poems so far.
If this one is typical of his talent then I am really going to enjoy his words, and his voice. He has tremendous expression and, I’m sure, he is going to gain a tremendous following.
Listen to “Anatomy of Longing” and then try “Ellipsis”. I’m sure you will love them!
Cutting to the heart of all this longing
is it the vicious tongue you wag at me
or the perpetual mystery hanging from your actions
the contradictions of your possible state of mind
I see the hurt, I feel the pain you carry
and sense your urge to be desired by men
the flirt of all you do rings loudly before you
and against my better judgement
I can’t help but come swimming back to your shores
With every scar you try to inflict
or accidentally leave on my skin
I drift away for a moment only
then find myself battling the waves
I can’t help but come swimming back to your shores
I know you didn’t ask for this
I know you didn’t choose me or this adventure
and yet I brought it to you anyway
and you didn’t quite turn me away
And you’re cute, there’s no denying
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This popped up in my Facebook “memories” today. I thought it may be of interest, even though it is rather a long read.
Not only do I talk to the trees, I talk to all manner of things.
Each morning I go for a walk.
I have various routes, but all take in fields, woodland, the River Erewash, the Erewash canal, bridges, a main road, and suburban streets.
Some days I hardly see a living soul, others I see far too many!
My normal route takes me down my road, which has only some 9 houses. At the bottom of the road I have my first conversation, with a brazen hussy who rolls on the ground and will not let me pass before she is satisfied. Somewhere close by her brother will be watching. He is more timid and undemanding. Their Mummy lives at the end house and thinks they are both boys!
I explain that I have to get on, and continue on my way. She follows, then runs ahead. It is…
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For Paddy, and all those unsung heroes who are the salt of the earth, thanks to Colleen for introducing some of them to us.
We approached an Irish monument. I’m always excited to see the world as it used to be, or relics of it and use my imagination to create how I think it was. It was late in the day and only stragglers wandered about. As I stepped through the gates I could see an elderly man […]
RIP Doris Day
Over at Gloria Smud, Debbie’s Dad has been busy, as usual, helping to paint some really glorious skies. Pop over and hear all about it. You will not be disappointed.
Who Paints The Sky? Who has the job of painting the sky, Who owns the ladders to reach up so high, Who knows which colourful palletes delight, Perpetual artwork designed to excite! A fracture appears at the breaking of dawn, A slither of pink cracks; the new day is born. A blank canvas waits for…
I befriended an umbrella bird
a beast that is somewhat absurd
it has a strange wattle
with multi-hued mottle
and dances divinely when stirred
Actually it is the bird of paradise that dances divinely and you can see the dance here.
Mad as a box of frogs? Most probably ... but if I can’t be perfect, then I’ll happily be fabulously imperfect!
Finding inspiration in the little things
I am more than breath & bones.
Hoping to make the world more beautiful
... nutrition/fitness/personal growth
a light hearted look at caravanning through the eyes of a couple of grey nomads.
Words Fail
In 2016, aged 48, I suffered a stroke. Now I'm coming through the other side.
When a woman tells the truth she is creating the possibility for more truth around her. Adrienne Rich
Where shall we go today?
A Journal Of Everyday Life
Getting cancer and trying to continue life as normal as possible.
Old Guy Photography
I AIM TO PLEASE THE YOUNG AND YOUNG AT HEART WITH POEMS DESIGNED FOR KIDS. READ ALONG WITH YOUR SMALL TOTS FOR FUN.. LET'S MAKE RHYMING FUN AND EXCITING!!!
Trying to Understand Is Worth It
To put down in print, the thoughts rattling around in my head.
My Reflections and Expressions
Travels in our Mazda Bongo camper van
Writing is the way.
Poetry and Photographs
We went to France ..... and then we came back.
A Londoner now enjoying country living.
Food and good cheer bring people together
The little and large things making my life delicious!
Grumpliciousness
Bits of Wit, Wisdom and Well-Being
Sonder
