Song Lyric Sunday – Falling

SLSHelen’s theme for this week is “Falling”. Until I started looking in my music collection I didn’t realise how difficult this was going to be, so I gave up!

BUT, via a blog comment, I happened upon Vienna Teng, a beautiful singer I didn’t even know existed. You can read all about her on wikipedia and she has numerous entries on YouTube and elsewhere that are really worth a listen.

This track is called Gravity, and, if that isn’t about falling, I don’t know what is!

But there’s a bonus – Seasonal snow, and cute Mummies and babies, and a love story. What more could you ask!

Gravity

Hey love,
Is that the name you’re meant to have…
for me to call.
Look love,
they’ve given up believing,
they’ve turned aside our stories of the gentle fall
But don’t you believe them.
Don’t you drink their poison too.
These are the scars that words have carved
on me.
Hey love,
that’s the name we’ve long held back
from the core of truth
So don’t turn away now…
I am turning in revolution.
These are the scars that silence carved
on me.
This is the same place.
No, not the same place
This is the same place, love.
No, not the same place we’ve been before.
Hey love,
I am a constant satellite
of your blazing sun.
My love,
I obey your law of gravity.
This is the fate you’ve carved on me…
Your law of gravity…
This is the fate you’ve carved on me…
On me.
Songwriters: Vienna Teng
Gravity lyrics © BMG Rights Management US, LLC
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Flowers in the Snow

A beautiful, evocative, glimpse of our ephemeral lives , linked to the image of transient flowers in the snow.

No Talent For Certainty

Just flowers in the snow;
Conceived to joy, and born to grow,
To lives that ever few will know
We live, we love, we come, we go,
Just flowers in the snow.

A boy was born to parents poor,
He always dreamed of flying;
With paper, and with balsa wood,
Surroundings bad but moments good,
To his long-dream applying:
His parents wanted something more
For him: to conquer and to soar,
And so they did whate’er they could
His wish solidifying.
And when, at last, he took the skies
His life, their love, shone in their eyes
That no one now remembers, long ago —

Just flowers in the snow;
Conceived to joy, and born to grow,
To lives that ever few will know
We live, we love, we come, we go,
Just flowers in the snow.

A girl grown old, with hair of white,
Once had a dream of…

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Song Lyric Sunday – Courage

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Helen’s theme for this week is “Courage”. I’ve chosen a less well known song from Diana Ross who I’ve been in love with since the 1960’s when her “Supremes” talent first showed!

How can she possibly be 73? That must make me…..Wow!

 

“Hope Is An Open Window” (christopher ward/tim tickner/diana ross)

Are we not more than hunger and music
Are we not more than harlequins and horns
Are we not more than color and drums
Are we not more than anger and dance
Give me courage so I can spread it over my face and mouth
Give me courage, give me courage
Give me courage, give me courage

I walk these city streets see the people there
Look into the eyes of quiet despair
And the faces tell a story that words never can
And it falls to everyone of us to try and understand
Out of kindness
One act of grace makes the world we walk a better place

Hope is an open window
Love an open door
To reach out for each other
Is what we came here for

Through an open window
We can see the way
If we hold on to each other, every day

We build walls of suspicion with bars of fears
Tell ourselves we’ll be safe in here
I know more brings us together
Than keeps up apart
First we got to tear down these walls within our hearts

We might be strangers, we can be friends
You and I we both need to let somebody in

Hope is an open window
Love an open door
To reach out for each other
Is what we came here for

Through an open window
We can see the way
If we hold on to each other, every day

Give me courage so I can spread over my face and mouth
We are secret rivers with shaking hips and crests
Come awake in our thunder so that our eyes can see behind trees
Give me courage so I can spread over my face and mouth
Give me courage, give me courage
Give me courage, give me courage

Hope is an open window
Love’s an open door
To reach out for each other
Is what we came here for

Through an open window
We can see the way
If we hold on to each other, every day

Hope is an open window
Love an open door
Gotta be there for each other
Is what we sent here for

Through an open window
We can find a way
To love one another

Hope is an open window
Love an open door.

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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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)

Twittering Tale #49 – 12 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.

Wilmington DE © @timsavage Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here.

The apartments at the top of the World Trade Centre really were the ultimate in luxury. He whispered in her ear “Will you be mine forever?”

(139 characters)

(There were NO apartments in the WTC buildings destroyed on September 11 2001)

Help Is Here

This is America. Not the rubbish we see in the papers and on TV, not the over rich politicians who have no idea what it is to be hungry, or have nowhere to rest, not the overpaid sports, media, and entertainment “stars”. These are the stars!

that little voice

I returned home just days following Hurricane Harvey’s rampage through this part of Texas, getting a first hand view of the devastation to some 100+ families, not including the dozens of businesses that were impacted in our small town. The saddest part of this tragedy is most of those affected could not afford these life changing events.

They lost everything…except each other. They have no clothes, no shoes, no food, no furniture,  no school supplies, no homes, no direction…and no money.

Rebuild? How? With What?

Move? Where?

Pull yourself up with your boot straps? Who has boots?

I sat with a restaurant owner yesterday as she handed out grocery store gift cards, clothing store gift cards, and cash to her staff members who have no place to live, and no means to ‘start over’. It was important that the restaurant open because these folks needed to get a paycheck, and that wouldn’t…

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