Dream On, Dream On

John David Ray, who was not born with that name, has a dream, and a great talent.

I would like you to share that because it is very worthwhile.

Do read this, and John’s other posts, I’m sure you will enjoy them.

John David Ray

 As your bony fingers close around me
Long and spindly
Death becomes me
Heaven can you see what I see

Hey you pale and sickly child
You’re death and living reconciled
Been walking home a crooked mile

Paying debt to karma
You party for a living
What you take won’t kill you
But careful what you’re giving

There’s no time for hesitating
Pain is ready, pain is waiting
Primed to do it’s educating

Unwanted, uninvited kin
It creeps beneath your crawling skin
It lives without it lives within you

Feel the fever coming
You’re shaking and twitching
You can scratch all over
But that won’t stop you itching


Blame it on your karmic curse
Oh shame upon the universe
It knows its lines
It’s well rehearsed

It sucked you in, it dragged you down
To where there is no hallowed ground
Where holiness is never found

Paying debt to…

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Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 12/17/17 – Pretending

SLSThis week, for Helen’s challenge , I have a special offer for you, especially for Christmas

3 for the price of 1!

The Great Pretender is my choice and you can see a little of the history of the song here.

It is strange that the original Platters recording was released on the MERCURY label and my favourite version is by Freddie Mercury. The song might have been written especially for Freddie and, in a way, is quite a sad reflection of his life.

I’ve included both versions, and a bonus of Gene Pitney’s recording too.

The Great Pretender

Oh yes I’m the great pretender (ooh ooh)
Pretending I’m doing well (ooh ooh)
My need is such I pretend too much
I’m lonely but no one can tell

Oh yes I’m the great pretender (ooh ooh)
Adrift in a world of my own (ooh ooh)
I play the game but to my real shame
You’ve left me to dream all alone

Too real is this feeling of make believe
Too real when I feel what my heart can’t conceal

Ooh ooh yes I’m the great pretender (ooh ooh)
Just laughing and gay like a clown (ooh ooh)
I seem to be what I’m not (you see)
I’m wearing my heart like a crown
Pretending that you’re still around

Yeah ooh hoo
Too real when I feel what my heart can’t conceal

Oh yes I’m the great pretender
Just laughing and gay like a clown (ooh ooh)
I seem to be what I’m not you see
I’m wearing my heart like a crown
Pretending that you’re
Pretending that you’re still around

Songwriters: Buck Ram

The Great Pretender lyrics © Peermusic Publishing




I hope you enjoyed them.

A Christmas Story

I saw this last year and thought it delightful. A second viewing is even better, and I thought more of you would like to see the beautifully told Christmas story.

Nan's Farm-Inside Out

“Maybe Christmas doesn’t come from a store, maybe Christmas, perhaps,  means a little bit more!”  ~ The Grinch

And in a meagrestable bare the little child was born.

For a number years,  I taught Religious Education alongside computing.  At the time there was a lack of child friendly resources, so I improvised and created my own video library of Bible stories.

As the season of the school nativity plays comes to a close, it seems a perfect time to re-blog and share my own version of the Nativity, a video that includes beautifully illustrated pictures from my daughter Sophie.

“He who has not got Christmas in his heart will never find it under a tree.”  ~ Roy L Smith

©Sue W-nansfarm.net 2017 In response to the word prompt Meagre (meager)

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To Not-Feel

How many times have you wished “just to not feel” something? More than a few I would guess. Owen’s poem expresses this so well.

No Talent For Certainty

And oh, the desire to not-feel, just
to not feel —
This is a feeling that I know well,
I know it very well.

This wasn’t the way it’s supposed to be:
This shadow that lingers of what was me,
Existing in dreams that have flown away,
Chased out by flare that is
Each and every
Day —

And, oh, the desire to not-feel, just
to not feel —
To break off the edge of the rage
That I can’t quell.

But maybe in music, or words of grace,
By the friend-surprised look, or the upturned face,
I can lighten the load of another, though
My own weighs me down
Every where
I go —

An, oh, the desire to not-feel, just
to not feel —
To live in a world where the hatchet
Never fell.

The dreams in my head are a world apart,
The words you see now…

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