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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday weirdness — National Library Week edition — bluebird of bitterness

Something no serious reader should be without.

via Wednesday weirdness — National Library Week edition — bluebird of bitterness

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

Twittering Tales #129 – 26 March 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 Tony Dinh at Unsplash.com

It was a huge turnout for the inaugural “Invisible Hot Air Balloon Convention.”
The baskets had to be in the form of bird cages, but otherwise there were no restrictions. Balloons could be any shape and size, and colour.
Everyone was ecstatic.
Me, I just couldn’t see the attraction!

(279 characters)

Twittering Tale #127 – 12 March 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 Pexel2013 at Pixabay.com

Jake remembered sitting in the Manhattan bar.

He remembered talking to the gorgeous brunette, whose name he discovered was Mitsuko.

He remembered calling her Mitsy, which was easier, especially after the 4th bourbon.

What he couldn’t work out was how the hell he ended up in Japan!

(278 characters)

Twittering Tales #124 – 19 February 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 Gavilla @ Pixabay.com

Anthony was not told where his transplanted arm had come from.
He would have loved to know so that he could thank the family of the donor.
He was happy with his new limb, but there were a couple of things that irked him.
The worst of these was the constant urge to give Nazi salutes!

(280 characters)

With apologies to Doctor Strangelove!

Twittering Tales #122 – 5 February 2019 – It starts with one word…

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!

It starts with one word bt can’t contine mch frther becase this keyboard is tterly seless.
Jst how can I seflly se it?
Have yo not heard? Some stpid person called Trmp has decided to ban one of the letters!
He says it is nconstittional, and shold not be sed.
It’s jst pre rbbish.

Fck!

(279 characters)

Twittering Tales #121 – 29 January 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 Oleg Magni at Pexels.com

In every batch there was always a broken heart.
At the first bite it shattered into a dozen pieces.
Whoever ate it was guaranteed to have a dramatic failure in their loving relationship.
Some said she was a witch!
A sorcerous!
An evil hag!

Whatever she was, she sure made magic cookies!

(280 characters)

Twittering Tales #119 – 15 January 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 Pexel @ Pixabay.com

At the native American theme park, the false fire glow, created by the LED’s, wasn’t very realistic and, on closer inspection, the pots were made of some sort of plastic. The smell of cooking was pretty authentic though. No doubt intended to lure us to the overpriced food outlets!

(280 characters)

Twittering Tales #116 – 25 December 2018

Time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creativity.  Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by the prompt, in 280 characters or fewer.

Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution.

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

The old house has been deserted for years.

Each Christmas, on the bare tree in front, a few old baubles appear.

No-one ever sees who places them there, or who takes them down on twelfth night.

No-one ever witnesses the party that takes place, and survives!

Unfortunately for you!

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