Song Lyric Sunday – 20 September 2020 – Canadian music

Jim Adams’ Song Lyric Sunday gives us the chance to share familiar, and sometimes not so familiar, songs. Jim has given us Canadian Music this week rather than a choice of words to be included in the title or lyrics.

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.

When I first saw this prompt I immediately thought that I would find some music from one of the three Aboriginal groups,  Indians (more commonly referred to as First Nations), Inuit or Métis.  There is plenty of marvellous music to choose from and, surely, there is nothing more Canadian than that.  Then I thought perhaps that would be doing an injustice?  Would I be offending those who may not consider themselves to be Canadian, or who feel that their people will never be constrained by false borders dreamed up by outsiders.  Rather than risk offence I changed tack and decided to go with a song released on April 17 2020 by a young Canadian singer songwriter who first gained prominence at the age of only 13.

This song is about someone in a relationship who couldn’t care less for the other person and then 6 months later decides to crawl back. It’s the feeling of knowing how much they meant to you, but this time not letting them back in. (and she is only 17 now!)    I hope you enjoy:

You Broke Me First by Tate McRae

you broke me first

Tate McRae

Maybe you don’t like talking too much about yourself
But you shoulda told me that you were thinkin’ ’bout someone else
You’re drunk at a party or maybe it’s just that your car broke down
Your phone’s been off for a couple months, so you’re calling me now

I know you, you’re like this
When shit don’t go your way you needed me to fix it
And like me, I did
But I ran out of every reason

Now suddenly you’re asking for it back
Could you tell me, where’d you get the nerve?
Yeah, you could say you miss all that we had
But I don’t really care how bad it hurts
When you broke me first
You broke me first

Took a while, was in denial when I first heard
That you moved on quicker than I could’ve ever, you know that hurt
Swear for a while I would stare at my phone just to see your name
But now that it’s there, I don’t really know what to say

I know you, you’re like this
When shit don’t go your way you needed me to fix it
And like me, I did
But I ran out of every reason

Now suddenly you’re asking for it back
Could you tell me, where’d you get the nerve?
Yeah, you could say you miss all that we had
But I don’t really care how bad it hurts
When you broke me first
You broke me first

What did you think would happen?
What did you think would happen?
I’ll never let you have it
What did you think would happen?

Now suddenly you’re asking for it back
Could you tell me, where’d you get the nerve?
Yeah, you could say you miss all that we had
But I don’t really care how bad it hurts
When you broke me first
You broke me first
(You broke me first)
You broke me first, ah

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Tate McRae / Blake Harnage / Victoria Zaro

you broke me first lyrics © BMG Rights Management

Apology to a spider – second leg – Rapid rhyme #29

I’m sorry Mrs Spider that I destroyed your home

I merely wished to walk your way whilst on my morning roam

I hope you soon restore the mess that I so rudely made

Please send the bill to me at once, it will be swiftly paid!

 

I went the same way once again to see if she was there

I found a cup and saucer smashed and half a broken chair

Her neighbour said she’d moved away, we talked of this and that

I understand that she has moved into a brand new flat

Police image of the perpetrator at the scene of the crime

First leg is here.

Rapid rhyme #22

Easter Sunday, boiler’s broke

phone the gas, they send a bloke

social distance makes it hard

shout to him across the yard

 

Cat goes crazy, races round

scratches bloke then goes to ground

launches right across his head

goodness me I think he’s dead

 

Thank the Lord he’s coming round

the cat once more has gone to ground

the boiler well and truly broken

the bloke at least has now awoken!

 

No cats, or blokes, were hurt in the writing of this poem! The boiler, however, is crying – all over the once dry bedding and towels. Happy Easter everyone.