Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 04/02/18

SLSHelen’s theme this week is “truth”.

I’ll just have a rummage in my bag of tunes to see what I can find. Hang on a bit! – just down in the bottom corner I can feel a very angry young man wriggling about and having a real rant about this, that, and the other.

He started to write this song in 1969, but it was not released until 1971 on his album, “Imagine”. It is, of course, written, and sung, by John Lennon, and is titled “Gimme Some Truth.” You can’t miss the unique sound of George Harrison on lead guitar and, to my ear, he seems to have “borrowed” some of the tune from other songs he performed, or, perhaps, he reused some of this tune in later works!

This song expresses frustration with deceptive politicians, with hypocrisy, and with chauvinism. That sentence is courtesy of Wikipedia, and it is worth following the link to read more on it to look at the background. The article explains some of the references in the song lyrics, and this may be particularly handy for those not around at the time the song was written.

Sad to say that not much has changed and it will be obvious why I have chosen this particular version.

The words, and song and artist facts can be found here, and are also shown below.

I’m sick and tired of hearing things from
Uptight short sided narrow minded hypocritics
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
I’ve had enough of reading things
By neurotic psychotic pigheaded politicians
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth

No short-haired, yellow-bellied
Son of tricky dicky’s
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of hopes
Money for dope, money for rope

No short-haired, yellow-bellied,
Son of tricky dicky’s
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of hopes
Money for dope, money for rope

I’m sick to death of seeing things from
Tight-lipped condescending mama’s little chauvinists
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
I’ve had enough of watching scenes from
Schizophrenic egocentric paranoiac primadonnas
All I want is the truth just give me some truth

No short-haired, yellow-bellied,
Son of tricky dicky’s
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of hopes
It’s money for dope, money for rope

I’m sick to death of hearing things from
Uptight short sided narrow minded hypocritics
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
I’ve had enough of reading things
By neurotic psychotic pigheaded politicians
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth

Writer/s: JOHN WINSTON LENNON
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 21/01/18 – Comfort

SLSHelen’s theme this week had my mind rushing off, at breakneck speed, to a namesake of mine, Iain Matthews, who, after singing with Fairport Convention, formed his own group, in 1969, called Matthews’ Southern Comfort.

Matthews’ Southern Comfort had only one commercial success, a cover version of Woodstock, and that is available to hear below. The lyrics can be found at the bottom of the post.

I’ve included a second recording of Iain Matthews singing with Sandy Denny. Viewing may be restricted in some areas, but it is really worth trying to find another source if that is at the case. It really shows off his great singing voice.

Iain Matthews may be someone you have never heard of, but his career has been a successful one, and continues to this day.

 

Woodstock

Matthews’ Southern Comfort

I came upon a child of God 
He was walking along the road 
When I asked him where are you going 
This he told me. 

I’m going down to Yasgurs farm 
Think I’ll join a rock and roll band 
I’ll camp out on the land 
I’ll try and set my soul free. 

We are stardust, we are golden 
And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden. 
Then can I walk beside you 
I have come here to lose the smog 

And I feel just like a cog in something turning. 
Well maybe its the time of year 
Or maybe its the time of man 
And I don’t know who I am 

But lifes for learning. 
We are stardust, we are golden 
And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden. 
By the time I got to Woodstock 

They were half a million strong 
Everywhere there were songs and celebration 
And I dreamed I saw the bombers 
Riding shotgun in the sky 

Turning into butterflies 
Above our nation. 
We are stardust, we are golden 
And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden. 

We are stardust, we are golden 
And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden. 
We are stardust, we are golden 
And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden.

Songwriter: Joni Mitchell

Woodstock lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Crazy Crow Music / Siquomb Music Publishing

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 7/1/18 – Madness

SLSIt would be madness, when looking at Helen’s theme this week, not to immediately think of the group by that name. So many great releases to listen to!

However, that would be too easy, so I let my mind wander to times past, to long dead masters of their craft, to a group you may not know…………. to Thin Lizzy.

Thin Lizzy was named after a comic book character in The Dandy, “Tin Lizzy”. The h was added because the founder of the group was, from the age of 8, brought up by his grandparents in Dublin, Ireland, and Thin is, in Dublin speak, pronounced Tin.

The founder I refer to is Phil Lynott, a consummate bass player, lyricist, singer, and poet, whose career was sadly short.  He died at the age of 36, having gone the way of so many hard rock musicians, succumbing to alcohol and drug abuse.

This track is off their first album and was recorded in 1971. It is not their best by any means, but it does show Phil’s unique bass playing style. Later on the group moved to a 2 lead guitar format.

I hope you enjoy it!

Old Moon Madness

Thin Lizzy
Late, sometime before midnight
He comes creeping up
And before you get him sussed
He’s gone before dusk
And when you arise
Red ruby rings circle your eyes
If it’s later than you realized
Check with the stars and the skies
Old moon madness has struck again
A howl in the dark light
A flash of teeth bright white
A scream and a bite
Old moon madness has struck again tonight
But there’s no need to worry
For the crimes that you’ve done
Worse has been committed
With no moon madness to blame it on
Old moon madness has struck again
In fact you could say you’re lucky
You and me
Mother Earth has only one moon
And not three
Songwriters: Philip Parris Lynott
Old Moon Madness lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 24/12/17 – Danger

SLSDANGER – is Helen’s theme for this week!

I’ve chosen one of the first tracks by The Quarrymen, recorded in July 1958. It wasn’t actually released until November 1995. You can read the background to this here on wikipedia.

The Quarrymen, of course, became The Beatles in 1960, so it is particularly interesting to see the youngsters, and to hear the raw talent when they were just starting out on their fantastic musical journey. For this track, believed to be written by Paul McCartney, you will see that Paul is playing rhythm guitar, and there is no base player.

There was, of course, a DANGER that they could have totally flopped and joined thousands of other groups who never quite made it. Thank goodness they didn’t!

I hope you enjoy this very early look at John, Paul, and George, 4 years before Ringo joined the “Fab Four.”

This track is obviously very special to Paul because he has played it at concerts many times since. Here is a more recent outing from Mexico in 2017.

“In Spite Of All The Danger”

In spite of all the danger
In spite of all that may be
I’ll do anything for you
Anything you want me to
If you’ll be true to meIn spite of all the heartache
That you may cause me
I’ll do anything for you
Anything you want me to
If you’ll be true to meI’ll look after you
Like I’ve never done before
I’ll keep all the others
From knocking at your doorIn spite of all the danger
In spite of all that may be
I’ll do anything for you
Anything you want me to
If you’ll be true to me

Yeah!

In spite of all the heartache
That you may cause me
I’ll do anything for you
Anything you want me to
If you’ll be true to me
I’ll do anything for you
Anything you want me to
If you’ll be true to me

AZlyrics.com

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.

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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Spending time in a prison cell

This is part of a recollection of “Some things I’ve done that you probably haven’t.

This describes a time, in my past, long gone. It recounts details in the male gender only,  because that is how it was at the time. Other genders are now available!

Very early on in a service career you learn all about “duties”!

These are necessary tasks that must be carried out, every day, whilst in barracks. These duties are in addition to normal daily routine work.

At the top of the ladder is the Duty Field Officer, normally a Major, or Captain, who performs this duty for a week. They do not have to remain in barracks, but must be available, at all times, to deal with any situation that cannot be handled by a more junior officer.

Next in line is the Regimental Orderly Officer, normally a Warrant Officer, 2nd Lieutenant, Lieutenant, or Captain. The duty is often given to junior officers as a mild punishment for minor misdemeanours. They carry out the duty for 24 hours, and must remain in barracks for the entire duty so they are instantly available.

Now come the workers.

The Fire Picquet, which normally consists of from 6 to 10 men who are on call 24 hours a day, for a week. They have a couple of practice call outs during the week and have to get to the Guardroom as quickly as possible. Here they are given a fire scenario and have to dash to the point of the fire, hauling a hand drawn cart that contains all the necessary equipment for fire fighting; Hoses, connectors, hydrant keys, nozzles, standing pipes, etc. They then have to spray water on the pretend fire. Job done! It is very tiring, and very wet!

The Regimental Orderly Sergeant organises, and is responsible for, all other duty staff. (Read “normally gets into trouble for anything and everything that goes wrong!”) He parades the Guard at Guard Mount, normally 6pm weekdays, and 9am weekends, and has to perform various other inspections/tasks during the day. For example, he may have to check 6 items of stores in the Cookhouse, 6 rifles in the Armoury, do a stock check of the Corporal’s Mess bar, and visit the Guard, unannounced, a couple of times during the night. It is a long 24 hours where lots can go wrong. He also has to make sure that all bars, on camp, are closed on time and cleared of bodies.

The Orderly Corporal is a general dogsbody. One duty is to be present in the Naafi (Navy, Army, Air Force Institutes) bar at regular intervals throughout its opening hours, and to help the Orderly Sergeant in his duties.

The Guard Commander, normally a Corporal, ensures that the main gate is guarded, that patrols are sent out at irregular intervals, that all buildings are checked for security.

The Guard Second in Command (2 i/c), normally a Lance Corporal, helps the Guard Commander and deputises in any absence.

The Duty Clerk, based in the Headquarters building is there for any administrative tasks required during the night.

The duty driver, used by the Guard Commander for many and varied tasks.

The Guard. Sufficient personnel to ensure that there is cover for gate guards, patrols, and a quick reaction force. They may work 2 hours on 2 hours off, or 2 hours on, 4 hours off, or any other combination, all through the night. They are based in the guardroom and are allowed to sleep during their time off.

Where do they sleep?

NO, not in the cells!

Most guardrooms have a room set aside for resting personnel. It will normally have 4 beds and a table and chairs so meals can be eaten, and sleep can be grabbed in between periods of duty. Any left over bodies can be found on the floor in various corners!

All guardrooms do have cells, normally 4 or 6. Hopefully there will be no occupants because, if there are any prisoners, it creates extra work, and a huge chance of mistakes being made by the duty personnel.

So, we’ve gone through all this information, and still no mention of my spending time in a prison cell. Well, as long as you promise not to tell anyone, here goes.

The Guard Commander, and 2i/c, after midnight, and after the barracks had quieted down, were allowed to split the rest of the night and take turns to sleep.

There were never enough beds for all off duty personnel, and anyway the dedicated rest room was constantly disturbed as people were woken for shift changes. It was, therefore, usual for the Corporal, and Lance Corporal, to sleep in an empty cell. There was a distinct advantage in that they had sole occupation of a room, the light could be turned off, and the door could be closed.

I spent many (not so happy) hours in prison cells. I must point out that none of them were under arrest, or under sentence!

 

 

 

 

We will remember them.

Still a week away from our annual services and parades for Poppy Day but I came across this post from last year and felt compelled to reblog it. I cannot watch it without copious tears but it really is the epitome of poetic Remembrance.

Peter's pondering

A poem in Yorkshire dialect. May be difficult for some to understand but it really is moving. Thanks to Yorkshire Prose.

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