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, Desire /Lust /Romance /Passion, is bound to attract lots of new followers who are looking for a saucy post or two. I’m afraid they will be disappointed if they end up here.
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.
The song I’m sharing this week is about passion. The passion of the members of REM to bring more attention to the starving children of the world in their song Talk About the Passion.
Actually, they didn’t do a very good job, and the lyrics do not really put the point clearly! It’s not until they linked it with the official song video that it becomes clear what they are saying. Also, their use of a poor French/English mix of lyrics does not help their cause.
Combien de temps? How much time? For how long? has been asked for ever.
Empty prayer, empty mouths combien reaction Empty prayer, empty mouths talk about the passion Not everyone can carry the weight of the world Not everyone can carry the weight of the world
Talk about the passion Talk about the passion
Empty prayer, empty mouths combien reaction Empty prayer, empty mouths talk about the passion Combien, combien, combien de temps?
Talk about the passion Talk about the passion
Not everyone can carry the weight of the world Not everyone can carry the weight of the world Combien, combien, combien de temps?
Talk about the passion Talk about the passion Talk about the passion Talk about the passion Talk about the passion Talk about the passion Talk about the passion
Songwriters: Bill Berry / Peter Buck / Michael Mills / Michael Stipe
It’s 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!
I’m sick of this cabbage and carrot diet. Look, it’s turning my tail feathers green! Thank goodness it’s Christmas. Maybe I’ll get some plum pudding, and there’s bound to be some nuts and fruit going spare. I’m hoping there may be stilton and port left over too. Now we’re talking!
A post I wrote some time ago, (nearly 3 years ago, now that I look back,) speculated on what may have happened to a blogger who fades away into oblivion. Did they die? Were they incarcerated for the rest of their life, having killed the POTUS? Are they seriously ill, in hospital? Have they started to live off grid, with no access to modern living, or did they just decide enough was enough?
Well, a notification in my email this morning showed that, at least, Cameron, The World’s Biggest Fridge Magnet, was alive and well, and that makes me very happy indeed!
If you have never read any of Cameron’s story, and you have time to spare, I would recommend that you have a look at his blog in detail. It is a story of desperation, of hope, of determination, of success, of setbacks, of huge effort to change his life for the better, and also to raise money and help others to change their lives for the better.
He’s a handsome guy, with a story to tell. He tells it well. He tells it with conviction. He’s not dead!
I’m still yet to tell you all about my walk for charity, show you the pictures and tell you all about my blisters.
But before that, I thought I might just start by saying hello and apologising for not having been around for so long.
I’ve neglected the very people that had given me a welcome for so much of my weight loss adventure, and for that I am truly sorry.
It’s amazing really. To my mind nothing has changed in the past 18 months but that is because I have lived each day and don’t recognise the change, therefore it must be nigh on impossible to quantify the massive changes that have actually taken place.
During my blogging hiatus, I have been drunk and sober, happy and sad, lonely and content, busy and…
It all started out with an old soup dish that I found at a resale shop, it reminded me of the soup bowls we used when I was a child. They were so much smaller than the ones I have in my kitchen cabinet now. Come to think of it, everything was smaller back then and so were we.
"If only half of the history that has happened in Nottingham had happened in some other place, that place would be famous; but because it did happen here no one knows".