Pinpricks of light amid the darkness — bluebird of bitterness

Quokkas twice in a day has to be some sort of record.

Apart from that, this is really lovely, and well worth a look at the original too. There are some nice people around, and you don’t have to look far to find them!

 

Recently Sunny Skyz posted a collection of the most wholesome tweets of 2018. I’m recycling a few of my favorites here. See them all here.

via Pinpricks of light amid the darkness — bluebird of bitterness

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Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 13/01/2019

img_1345-3This week Jim has set us the prompt of laugh/laughter/laughing for our music choice. You can see all the entries here.

My offering takes me right back to childhood, but the origin of the song goes even further back, to the 1890’s.

I somehow doubt that any of our younger SLS participants will have heard of this song.

The reason it reminds me of childhood is that in the surrounding villages there was normally an annual fête or carnival. This was much anticipated and there would be carnival floats, a carnival queen, complete with entourage, dancing troupes, bands, bowling for the pig, a crockery smashing stall, and so much more. The whole, marvellous day would be started off with a procession, through the village, of all the floats (see examples here). There would be dancers, bands, jugglers, often a fire engine, and The Laughing Policeman. I’m sure that by the end of the day he must have been exhausted, and his sides must have really ached.

The Laughing Policeman

Charles Penrose

I know a fat old policeman
he’s always on our street
a fat and jolly red faced man
he really is a treat
he’s too kind for a policeman
he’s never known to frown
and everybody says he is the happiest man in town
(laughing)
He laughs upon point duty
he laughs upon his beat
he laughs at everybody when he’s walking in the street
he never can stop laughing
he says he’s never tried
but once he did arrest a man
and laughed until he cried
(laughing)
his jolly face is wrinkled
and then he shut his eyes
he opened his great mouth
is was a wondrous size
he said I must arrest you
he didn’t know what for
and then he started laughing
until he cracked his jaw
(laughing)
so if you chance to meet him
when walking round the town
just shake him by his fat old hand
and give him half a crown
his eyes will beam and sparkle
he’ll gurgle with delight
and then you’ll start him laughing
with all his blessed might
(laughing)

Songwriters: Billie Grey

The Laughing Policeman lyrics © Nsa Inc. California

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.

On Ilkley Moor Baht ‘at

It is imperative that you all join in with the marvellous rendition of “On Ilkley Moor baht ‘at”. I will know if you don’t!

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Where have you been since I saw you, I saw you? On Ilkley Moor without a hat

This week I went up to the moor, Ilkley Moor, where the  far reaching views are particularly beautiful, especially on a bright and clear sunny autumn day such as this one.

View from the moor

In my teens I did some walking on the moor with a group from the youth club.

Also in my teens and with friends, I came up to the isolated Cow and Calf hotel that stands almost at the top. We came to the disco nights that mushroomed in the 60s. The discotheque was in the large basement and occasionally there were live bands, complete with psychedelic and strobe lighting.

IMG_4953Ilkley Moor is part of the larger Rombald’s Moor, and lies directly above the lovely spa town of Ilkley, the moor is also home to a series of fascinating ancient monuments.

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