Sunday sayings #43

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By all means love each other, but first love yourself!

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Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 01/07/2018

img_1345-3Helen’s theme this week is “game“.

I’m sure that I shall not be the only one to choose a number one hit co-written by a Vice President of the United States, who also happened to be a Nobel Peace prize laureate.

Charles G Dawes wrote the music to this in 1911 and, unfortunately, died in April 1951 so  he never got to hear the words written by Carl Sigman, and recorded by Tommy Edwards in the Summer of 1951. “It’s all in the game” rose to number 18 in the charts.

A Rock and Roll version was released in 1958, and this became a number 1 best seller. Here is that version. I consider it to be the best one ever released.

Other versions are attached below. Probably the worst is by Cliff Richard (IMHO)

https://youtu.be/z0LGJMcfgZQ       Tommy Edwards 1951 Version

https://youtu.be/qB48ZvBHmxQ    The Four Tops Version

https://youtu.be/dqUImQmqQ7s    Nat King Cole Version

https://youtu.be/0BoTQKxrHs4      Cliff Richard Version

https://youtu.be/rgxPJmMf2e0        Johnny Mathis Version

https://youtu.be/5dEvMcsFKFI       Van Morrison Version

 

TOMMY EDWARDS

“It’s All In The Game”

(Carl Sigman and Charles Gates Dawes)

Many a tear has to fall
But it’s all in the game
All in the wonderful game
That we know as love
You have words with him
And your future’s looking dim
But these things
Your hearts can rise above

Once in a while he won’t call
But it’s all in the game
Soon he’ll be there at your side
With a sweet bouquet
And he’ll kiss your lips
And caress your waiting fingertips
And your hearts will fly away

Soon he’ll be there at your side
With a sweet bouquet
Then he’ll kiss your lips
And caress your waiting fingertips
And your hearts will fly away

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 20/05/2018

img_1345-3We have a slight change this week for Helen’s Song Lyric Sunday. Instead of the usual word prompt, we have to choose “a song from an artist/singer who shares your name”

Well, I am lucky! I can choose my First name, or my Surname.

I thought of Peter, Paul, and Mary, Peter Gabriel,   Peter and Gordon, Peter André,  Ian Matthews, without even pausing, but then decided to opt for Peters and Lee.

Lennie Peters, born Leonard Sargent, was the uncle of Charlie Watts, the Rolling Stones drummer. He was also extremely unfortunate to be blinded in one eye, in a car accident at the age of 5. As if that wasn’t enough bad luck, he lost the sight of his other eye at the age of 16.

He teamed up with Dianne Lee in 1970 and they had a successful 10 year career together.

This song was their only number 1 hit, a simple song about a reunited love.

 

Welcome Home
I’m so alone, my love without you
You’re part of everything I do
When you come back, and you’re beside me
These are the words I’ll say to you
Welcome home, welcome
Come on in, and close the door
You’ve been gone, too long
Welcome, you’re home once more
I thought of all the things I’d say to you
When you come back to me someday
When you are here and we’re together
With all my heart you’ll hear me say
Welcome home, welcome
Come on in, and close the door
You’ve been gone, too long
Welcome, you’re home once more
There are so many lonely people
Why must they ever be apart
I hope someday you’ll be together
Singing these words with all your heart
Songwriters: Bryan Blackburn / Jean Dupre / Gerard Fallec

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 13/05/2018

img_1345-3“Heart” is the theme for Helen’s songs this week.

My mind immediately went back to the 1960’s (I can recall those times far more easily than yesterday, or last week!), and to Cilla Black with “Anyone who had a heart.” Then I listened to it, and was reminded how strident Cilla’s voice was. So, for plan B, I went to the original version by Dionne Warwick. Much nicer in my opinion. See what you think.

If you want to compare, here is Cilla Black’s version:

“Anyone Who Had A Heart”
Anyone who ever loved
Could look at me
And know that I love you
Anyone who ever dreamed
Could look at me
And know I dream of you

Knowing I love you so
Anyone who had a heart 
Would take me in his arms and love me, too
You couldn’t really have a heart
And hurt me like you hurt me
And be so untrue
What am I to do?

Every time you go away
I always say
“This time it’s goodbye, dear”
Loving you the way I do
I take you back
Without you I’d die, dear

Knowing I love you so
Anyone who had a heart 
Would take me in his arms and love me, too
You couldn’t really have a heart
And hurt me like you hurt me
And be so untrue
What am I to do?

Knowing I love you so
Anyone who had a heart 
Would take me in his arms and love me, too
You couldn’t really have a heart
And hurt me like you hurt me
And be so untrue
Anyone who had a heart would love me, too
Anyone who had a heart 
Would surely take me in his arms and always love me
Why won’t you?
Anyone who had a heart would love me, too, yeah
Anyone who had a heart 
Would surely take me in his arms and always love me
Why won’t you, yeah
Anyone who had a heart would love me, too
Anyone who had a heart 
Would surely take me in his arms and always love me

 

Writer(s): Burt F. Bacharach, Hal David 

Happy Sunday – Especially for non mothers.

I wrote in my earlier post today that “The joys of becoming a Mum must, for most women, be the absolute pinnacle of their life. Something we men cannot even begin to imagine.”

An even harder thing to imagine is the absolute pain and anguish of not being able to have children when your mind and body is telling you that you need to have a baby, you must have a baby, you desperately want to be a Mum.

I cannot even begin to understand how awful that must be and how helpless those ladies must feel.

Then, of course, there are those who choose not to have children, for whatever reason. My daughter is amongst these as she is severely epileptic, and has other health issues. She took the decision, very early on, not to have children.

I wrote the following a few days ago, having met an old friend, a lovely lady who I know would have dearly loved to have had children but, sadly, never did.

 

She would have been the perfect mum, but that was not to be.

She dreamed of babes, and sleepless nights, that she would never see.

She kept alive her forlorn hope for twenty years and more,

but deep down in her heart she knew, she really knew the score!

 

She always was the perfect aunt to many girls and boys.

She lavished them with love and hugs and far too many toys,

but deep down in her heart she knew, it sometimes made her glum.

She really knew that she was meant to be the perfect Mum.

 

The Doors – Twittering Tales #82 – 1 May 2018

It’s time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creative souls and it’s been a whole month since I took part.  Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 280 characters or fewer.

img_1526 Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here.

To make sure that he always addressed his wives correctly their names began with the first two letters of their allotted day.

Morag, Tula, Wendy, Thelma, Francine, Sandra, and Susan all eagerly awaited his visits, or so he thought!

He just wished he could remember what day it was!

(280 characters)

Special Bonds

Spare a few minutes to view this delightful story posted by Bridget, The happy Quitter. Smiles guaranteed, oohs and aahs are optional!

The happy Quitter!

Leia and patches first night.jpg

Animals never fail to surprise me. I work in animal rescue for many years, and always when I think I have seen it all, along comes a story that touches my heart and makes me smile for days.

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