Song Lyric Sunday – March 29 2020 – Touch /Feel

song-lyric-sundayIf you fancy sharing one of your favourite songs on Jim Adams’ Song Lyric Sunday you can find out how to participate, and also listen to all the great entries, here. 

Jim gives us the chance to share familiar, and sometimes not so familiar, songs. This week I’ve chosen a not so familiar song that is all about feel. It’s sung by an artist in many senses of the word and, if I were a betting man, I’d bet you a fair sum of money that you have never heard of her.

The singer is The Glass Child, Charlotte Eriksson.

Leaving her home of Gothenburg, Sweden, with nothing but a guitar, her stories, and a dream, at age 18, she moved to London to dedicate her life to her music and art. She has achieved so much more than she had ever imagined. Eriksson is an artist, an author, a songwriter, and founder of the artist collective, Broken Glass Records.

On a personal mission to “touch at least one soul out there and make them feel they belong,” the world inhabited by The Glass Child is a beautiful place.

As an author of 4 books of prose and poetry including her latest release, Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself, Eriksson shares her growth and collections of memories spanning from her vagabonding ways, her artistry, her search for a home and mental health to travel essays on love and loss in the hope that her readers would find a connection and comfort in her words. She slowly began to find herself and her supporters one by one, wandering through foreign cities, finding shelter at train stations, airports and helpful friends’ couches, singing and sharing her stories to whoever would listen.

You can discover much more about her here on her web pages.  You can even book her to give a private performance in your own home! This lady, now 29, is not your average pop star. I think she is rather special!

The song she is singing is called Hypnic Jerk. Have you ever jumped when falling asleep and woken yourself up? Well, that is a Hypnic Jerk! Bet you didn’t know that either.

So, here is The Glass Child singing a song where a young girl settles down at night with her lover.

Or does she?

Can she really feel him there?

Can she see him beside her?

Is he really there?

You decide!

There are two versions. The first is a very rough recording, at 3am, just as the song has been written.

 

The second is a more polished version

Hypnic Jerk

The Glass Child

The day is finally over and you come alive
I’m slowly opening my window let you come inside
In the dark, all my fears they all disappear
It’s a hoax my love
I’ve seen it all before

You hear him whisper like a distant call
And then he tells you that he miss you, makes you feel so small
In the dark with the stars it all seems so close
In your head it’s real he’s getting near and

Softly, you lay your head beside me
Say you feel my heart beat
I’m too numb to feel you
I’m to numb to see you

Tell me are you see-through?
This ghost you’re turning into
I shut my eyes, and you’re no longer here

And when the sun is slowly rising it all hits me hard
Like a knife in my chest ripping out my heart
Reality is out there tearing lives apart
I’m living here alone with just a memory of you

I’m acting normal saying hi each day
One feet and then the other, hide your ghost away
Then they say the day is over and you come alive
In my head it’s real, you’re getting near

Softly, you lay your head beside me
Say you feel my heart beat
I’m too numb to feel you
I’m to numb to see you

Tell me are you see-through?
This ghost you’re turning into
I shut my eyes, and you’re no longer here

Source: Musixmatch

 

Song Lyric Sunday – February 23, 2020 – Ankles/Hands/Feet/Fingers/Toes/Wrists

song-lyric-sundayHere we are again with Jim Adams’ Song Lyric Sunday where he gives us the chance to share familiar, and sometimes not so familiar, songs. This week he’s asked us to share parts of our bodies.

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.

Now, I’m not sure about you but I am a little bit hesitant to share bits of my body with just any Tom, Dick, or Harry so I’ll leave it to La Dispute to do that for me.

However, there is only one word to describe my offering this week and that is obscure. The band is obscure. The song is obscure, and  although the title is Such Small Hands the song is not about, nor does it contain the word, Hands. For some strange reason I like it. I hope you do too!

For the Pierre de Marivaux work from which the band’s name is derived, see La Dispute.

The title refers to an E. E. Cummings poem titled “Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, Gladly Beyond”, similarly to the album’s last track “Nobody, Not Even The Rain”.

The poem features the line:

“Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.” (Well, maybe Donald Trump!)

The poem is recited on La Dispute’s Here, Hear. EP, on the track entitled “Two”.

The following are comments left on the YouTube entry:

I don’t understand why I like this so much

This song always gives me goosebumps

A bonus track called “Nine” (Violitionist Sessions) can be seen by clicking here.

A comment on this one says:

Filmed at my grandma Elsa`s house. Thats what talent looks like. Support this band!!!!

Such Small Hands

La Dispute

I think I saw you in my sleep, darling
I think I saw you in my dreams you were
Stitching up the seams on every broken promise
That your body couldn’t keep.
I think I saw you in my sleep.
Oh, I think I saw you in my sleep darling

I think I saw you in my dreams
You were stitching up the seams on every broken promise
That your body couldn’t keep

I think I saw you in my sleep
I thought I heard the door open, oh no

I thought I heard the door open but
I only heard it close.
I thought I heard a plane crashing, but
Now I think it was your passion snapping.
I think you saw me confronting my fear, it

Went up with a bottle and went down with the beer and
I think you ought to stay away from here
There are ghosts in the walls and they
Crawl in your head through your ear.
I think I saw you in my sleep, lover
I think I saw you in my dreams you were
Stitching up the seams on every mangled promise
That your body couldn’t keep
I think I saw you in my sleep

 

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Bradley Ryen Vander Lugt / Kevin Scott Whittemore / Adam David Vass / Jordan Lee Dreyer / Chad William Sterenberg

Such Small Hands lyrics © Vagrant Records Publishing

Song Lyric Sunday 22/12/2019  –  Christmas /Holiday /Snowman

song-lyric-sundayThank 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

Merry Christmas Everyone!

Song Lyric Sunday 15/12/2019 – Baby

song-lyric-sundayJim Adams, who hosts Song Lyric Sunday, 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.

My offering today  is by The Hollies who are one of the few UK groups of the early 1960s, along with the Rolling Stones, that have never disbanded and continue to record and perform. They also happen to be the group that I have seen more than any other – many, many times over the years.

It is a song released in 1970 that was a number one hit in Australia and New Zealand but never released as a single in the UK.

It tells the story, familiar at the time, of a young couple who have got married in spite of their parents telling them they were too young. The girl was pregnant, a huge stigma for all the family, and normally blamed on the girl with little blame being directed at the father. However, they did get married and, despite living on the breadline and only just keeping their heads above water, they have managed to raise a family. They struggle every day but both have a dream of better times ahead!

This song, written by Tony Hicks, contains the word “baby” twice, so fits the theme admirably. I do hope you enjoy it. There are two versions to choose from, a live performance recorded in a German TV studio, and the original recording.

Too Young to Be Married

The Hollies

She wakes up early every morning
She get up long before the sunshine
Greets the milkman who’s still yawning
And reads the paper for a short time
Calls the kids “get out of bed”
They never hear a word she says

Husband stands to leave the table
She says “I hope you have a good day”
He thinks “one day soon as I’m able
I’ll get a job where I get good pay.”

They find it hard to make ends meet
But they don’t mention it because they have each other
And love is free while they’re supposed to be …

Too young to be married
Too young to be free
Too young to be married
But what could they do? They were going to have a baby

After the kids have had their breakfast
Now they’re off to get some schooling
She cleans the house and makes the beds
She starts to dream but knows she’s fooling

She swears one day she’ll stay in bed
But for now she knows she’s got to keep on working
’cause round and round inside her head
She hears the words her mother said …

Too young to be married
Too young to be free
Too young to be married
But what could they do? They were going to have a baby

Too young to be married
Too young to be free
Too young to be married
But what could they do?

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Tony Hicks

Too Young to Be Married lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Privilege and Fractures

Carol at Wanderings of an Elusive Mind has done a great job of explaining the problems facing The United States of America…and it starts with the haves, afraid they will lose something, vs. the have nots, who are struggling with the long-held belief that upward mobility is possible. This applies equally to the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. Interesting to note that UNITED appears in both country titles, but fails to appear in everyday living!
Thanks to Margo at https://margosviews.wordpress.com for her initial re blog of this post.

Wanderings of an Elusive Mind

Privilege is defined as “a special right, advantage, or immunity granted or available only to a particular person or group”.

As a white-skinned man, you have always been granted the privilege to “sit at the counter”, drink from a water fountain, live in the better neighborhoods, be given credit for some degree of intelligence, admitted to the school of your choice, enter in the business of your choice, ride in the front of the bus, vote for the candidate of your choice. Women have had to fight hard for these privileges. People of color have had to fight harder for these privileges.

Even today, when equality is purportedly granted to all, some experience much more privilege than others.

As a wealthy white man, you have always had more privileges than those of a lower “class” or income group. As a wealthy man, you have always had the privilege of being…

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Twittering Tales #117 – 1 January 2019

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!

parrot-846074_1920-1Photo by Free-Photos at Pixabay.com

This follows on from my Lundi limerick #16 of yesterday

Polly’s dream

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!

(279 characters)

Rapid rhyme #5

Colleen, over at The Chatter Blog, has an amazing ability to draw, and write, so succinctly and powerfully. If you’ve never seen her little masterpieces then it would be well worth a few moments to have a look.

Colleen’s post today, which you can see here, inspired me to write this rapid rhyme.

An upward glance

An upward glance
gives one a chance
to lose one’s head
or dream instead

of heavenly goals

a downward look
to read a book
gives myriad tales
of diverse scales

to feed our souls

an empty mind
I often find
relaxes me
so I can see

the way ahead!

Thank you Colleen.

Camping In Maine — Weird Guy With The Dog

It’s 4pm and I’m set up at my campsite in an area of Maine called the KI Jo-Mary Multiple Use Forest. This is a large section of private land in northern Maine that allows anyone to camp, hike or hunt (during season) for a small use fee. There are dozens of campsites set up with…

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