Song Lyric Sunday 22/09/2019 – Sung by the world famous singer Florian Cloud de Bounevialle Armstrong

img_1345-3Thank you to Jim Adams, who hosts Song Lyric Sunday and gives us the chance to share lots of familiar, and some not so familiar, tunes.

If you fancy sharing one of your favourite songs you can find out how to participate, and also listen to all the great entries, here.

Well, what a choice this week. Clothing /Hat /Pants /Scarf /Shirt /Shoes /Tie. My head was spinning, along with the vinyl, and I came up with so many choices, but finally chose that well known singer whose name appears in the title.

Yes, that really is her name, and she has an older brother called Rowland Constantine O’Malley Armstrong.

As children they were known as Rollo, and Dido.

The song lyrics describe a single woman returning from holiday to the drudgery of everyday life. She reminisces about a romantic encounter she had while away. The music video represents the song’s plot, with surreal and symbolic images of a beach city and the lovers in a house, playing dominos, sitting in the street, and at a party, mixed with images of Dido alone, and a truck unloading sand in the street. It was directed by Alex De Rakoff and Dido’s love interest was portrayed by Erik Fellows.

I hope you enjoy Sand in My Shoes.

Sand in My Shoes

Dido

Two weeks away feels like the whole world should have changed,
But I’m home now, and things still look the same
I think I’ll leave it ’til tomorrow to unpack,
Try to forget for one night that I’m back in my flat
On the road where the cars never stop going through the night,
To a life where I can’t watch the sun set
I don’t have time
I don’t have time

I’ve still got sand in my shoes,
And I can’t shake the thought of you
I should get on, forget you
But why would I want to?
I know we said goodbye,
Anything else would have been confused
But I want to see you again

Tomorrow’s back to work and down to sanitation,
Run a bath and then clear up the mess I made before I left here
Try to remind myself that I was happy here,
Before I knew that I could get on a plane and fly away,
From the road where the cars never stop going through the night,
To a life where I can watch the sun set,
And take my time
Take all my time

I’ve still got sand in my shoes,
And I can’t shake the thought of you
I should get on, forget you
But why would I want to?
I know we said goodbye,
Anything else would have been confused
But I want to see you again

I want to see you again

I want to see you again

Two weeks away,
All it takes,
To change and turn me around, 
I’ve fallen
I walked away,
And never said,
That I wanted to see you,
Again

I’ve still got sand in my shoes,
And I can’t shake the thought of you
I should get on, forget you
But why would I want to?
I know we said goodbye,
Anything else would have been confused
But I want to see you again

I’ve still got sand in my shoes,
And I can’t shake the thought of you
I should get on, forget you
But why would I want to?
I know we said goodbye,
Anything else would have been confused
But I want to see you again

I want to see you again
I want to see you again

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Richard W Nowels / Dido Armstrong / Rollo Armstrong

Sand in My Shoes lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc, Spirit Music Group

 

A bonus track of White Flag

Twittering Tales # 147 – 30 July 2019

It’s time again, for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge, to write a story, inspired by her picture prompt, in 280 characters or fewer.

Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution.

Check out all the fabulously creative entries here and, if you’ve never had a go, why not try a story of your own? You may surprise yourself!

beach-4365491_1280Photo by enriquelopezgarre at Pixabay.com

I had difficulty this week in coming up with a tale that I was happy with. In the course of trying, I discovered that  a coarse sand grain may have a diameter of 1/20th of an inch. A first-order approximation of the number of grains of sand in one cubic inch (assuming cubic arrangement, spherical grains, uniformly sized) would be 20 x 20 x 20, or 8,000.

I am still managing to learn new things, even at my vast age! Use this information wisely folks.

Instead of a tale I imagined all of the difficulties of keeping the family happy, and entertained, on a crowded beach.

Happy holiday

Lots of people twittering

most of them are littering

beach and ocean too

surely that’s not you

 

angry folk are bickering

bullies nasty snickering

what are we to do

what is that to you?

 

Mums and Dads with separate lives

wonder then that love survives

a rather dismal view

it’s really up to you

(280 characters)