Song Lyric Sunday – Growing Old

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I’ve been looking on from the sidelines for many weeks now and thought it was about time to dip my toe in the water and have a go at Helen’s Song Lyric Sunday.

This week the theme is Growing Old – something I’m quite familiar with.

I have an eclectic taste in music, having grown up with The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, The Beach Boys, The Who, moving on to Motown, ELO, and I even moved into the 70’s, 80’s. 90’s, and Noughties, and appreciate SOME rap.

Today’s choice is a brand new group of very young, and I mean VERY young, people called Superorganism.

They do not have many songs out yet, but trust me, they will have.

You may think “What can they possibly know about Growing Old?” Well see what you think in their song Nobody Cares. Carry on beyond the first song and you will be hooked. Look up their live performances. You WILL love them.

“Nobody Cares” is the third single from the London/Maine collective group Superorganism. Although appearing to have a pessimistic tone with the idea that ‘nobody cares’, the song actually holds an optimistic outlook that you can be whoever you want to be without having to worry what other people may think about you. Surely that is what growing up is all about?

[Verse 1]
Incomplete without tearing up all of the sleeves
Nobody cares
You look fine, no I don’t, let’s consult our favorite recipe
Nobody cares
Oh no, nobody cares

[Verse 2]
Out we go into the world of scary eyes and lies
Low key baby, I’m never feeling quite alright
Nobody cares
Oh no, nobody cares
Oh no, nobody cares

[Bridge]
How am I to care, how am I to care
How am I to care when nobody else does

[Verse 3]
Sweet relief when you grow up and see for yourself
Nobody cares
Have a drink, have a smoke, do whatever you need to unload
Nobody cares
Oh no, nobody cares

[Verse 4]
Record skip, tripping over, falling up the stairs
Awkward kids putting gel into their greasy hair
Nobody cares
Oh no, nobody cares
Oh no, nobody cares
[Bridge]
How am I to care, how am I to care
How am I to care when nobody else does

 

Lyrics courtesy of “Genius”

 

 

 

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Quarter Life What?

Crisis?
What crisis?

If I owe everyone an apology, then I apologise most sincerely. I’m sure that I was, and am, part of the problem!

An issue very much in the news. Read all about it in Ray’s great post here.

Mitigating Chaos

Just when I got to a point in my life that I thought there was nothing left to shock me or leave me scratching my head, I wake up this morning and while perusing my morning reading list, I came across an article on LinkedIn entitled, Quarter Life Crisis, You Are Not Alone.

This falls under the “scratching my head” category.  th

The article is a compilation of several viewpoints about the stresses of being in your mid-twenties- early 30’s. Having three daughters that fit loosely in that range, I will choose my comments very, very carefully.

The page starts off with, “According to a LinkedIn research, 75% of 25-33 year olds have experienced a quarter-life crisis, often related to feeling as if they were at a crossroads in their career”

Crossroads of their career?  It seems to this old man, still struggling to get his arms around his white…

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The Rules

Possibly the best blog ever. Especially if you are a Dad with daughters. Do read, have a good laugh, and you may think, like me, “I wish I had this when my little girl was dating.”

Mitigating Chaos

IMG_2671 Megan, Elissa & Kelliann, somewhere in Ashville, NC

I decided to re-post this from 2012. It was a hit back then and I am told that it hangs on refrigerators all around the world.

There are many new readers who have never seen it.

The Rules For Dating My Daughters

The photo? Well, that was from Elissa’s “Bachelorette Party” this weekend. They aren’t little girls any longer, but I’m still their Daddy.

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Snickers Talks With God

Listen to Snickers. He makes a great deal of sense, probably more than any human!

Mitigating Chaos

Snickers goes “Stream of Consciousness” with God.  His time with us is growing short as at almost 15 years old, his body is starting to fail him.  Some good questions/observations the ol’ boy brings up.

Dear God: It’s me, Snickers.    

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  • Is it on purpose that our names are spelled the same, only in reverse? (God – Dog)
  • Why do humans smell the flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one another?
  • When we get to Heaven, can we sit on your couch? Or will it be the same old story?
  • Why are there cars named after the jaguar, the cougar, the mustang, the colt, the stingray, and the rabbit, but not ONE named for a dog? How often do you see a cougar riding around? We love a nice car ride! Would it be so hard to rename the ‘Chrysler Eagle’ the ‘Chrysler Beagle’?
  •  If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he still…

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Twittering Tale #51 – 26 September 2017

It’s time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creative souls. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 140 characters or fewer.

harvest-2733443_1280 Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here.

Each year he offered the first of the crop to his darling wife.

This year she was not there to receive it.
Gone.
The apple of his eye forever!

(140 characters)

Account overdrawn

If only I could see an end,
and know what time there is to spend,
I may, perhaps, withdraw some days
with no more thought of he who pays.
 
And then when I had no days left,
with those remaining so bereft,
some weeping, sad, and quite forlorn,
I’d tarry there where I was born.
 
I’d hold your hand, and you would seek
the source of breath upon your cheek,
and then I’d whisper in your ear.
You’d know my presence, feel me near.
 
But, sadly, my account was bare.
There were no extra days to share!
And no withdrawal ever made.
The bank was empty, so I paid!