Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 19/08/2018

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Helen’s theme, for this week’s SLS, is “Fear”.

Helen seemed to think it would be a difficult choice for people to come up with, but, from what I’ve seen so far, there are some really great songs to listen to. Some I love, some I don’t. Some I’ve heard before, for some it is the first time of hearing. That’s what’s so good about Song Lyric Sunday. You get to hear new songs, and much loved songs. You get to meet new people, and to find out what their tastes in music are. You can see all the entries here, and maybe have a go yourself.

This week I’ve chosen a song by Lily Allen. She is the daughter of the actor Keith Allen (Keith Allen is an interesting character, having been expelled from school at age 13, being incarcerated in Borstal, at age 15, and appearing on Max Bygraves’ chorus line naked!), and was precocious from an early age, leaving school at 15, determined to become famous. She is not averse to swearing and there are a few words in this song that may offend delicate ears.

The song is called “The Fear”.

The Fear

Lily Allen

I want to be rich and I want lots of money
I don’t care about clever, I don’t care about funny
I want loads of clothes and fuckloads of diamonds
I heard people die while they are trying to find them

And I’ll take my clothes off and it will be shameless
‘Cause everyone knows that’s how you get famous
I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror
I’m on the right track, yeah, I’m on to a winner

I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When do you think it will all become clear
‘Cause I’m being taken over by the fear

Life’s about film stars and less about mothers
It’s all about fast cars and cussing each other
But it doesn’t matter ’cause I’m packing plastic
And that’s what makes my life so fuckin’ fantastic

And I am a weapon of massive consumption
And it’s not my fault, it’s how I’m programmed to function
I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror
I’m on the right track, yeah, I’m on to a winner

I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When do you think it will all become clear
‘Cause I’m being taken over by the fear

Forget about guns and forget ammunition
‘Cause I’m killing them all on my own little mission
Now I’m not a saint but I’m not a sinner
Now everything is cool as long as I’m getting thinner

I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When do you think it will all become clear
‘Cause I’m being taken over by the fear

Songwriters: Lily Rose Allen / Greg Kurstin

The Fear lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

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Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 12/08/2018

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Helen’s back from her road trip and wishes us all to emulate her by choosing a drive/driving song this week.

Well, that’s easy for me! I always go back to my youth (who wouldn’t?) and seek out a Beatles song. Just because I love them, they were my youth, and they have some great tunes and lyrics!

It has to be Drive my Car. Apparently there is some hidden suggested sexual meaning behind it, but who knew? I certainly didn’t!

Without further ado, here it is. Hope you enjoy it, I certainly will.

Drive My Car

The Beatles

Asked a girl what she wanted to be
She said baby, can’t you see
I want to be famous, a star on the screen
But you can do something in between
Baby you can drive my car
Yes I’m gonna be a star
Baby you can drive my car
And maybe I’ll love you

I told a girl that my prospects were good
And she said baby, it’s understood
Working for peanuts is all very fine
But I can show you a better time

Baby you can drive my car
Yes I’m gonna be a star
Baby you can drive my car
And maybe I’ll love you

Beep beep’m beep beep yeah

Baby you can drive my car
Yes I’m gonna be a star
Baby you can drive my car
And maybe I’ll love you

I told a girl I can start right away
And she said listen babe I got something to say
I got no car and it’s breaking my heart
But I’ve found a driver and that’s a start

Baby you can drive my car
Yes I’m gonna be a star
Baby you can drive my car
And maybe I’ll love you

Beep beep’m beep beep yeah
Beep beep’m beep beep yeah
Beep beep’m beep beep yeah
Beep beep’m beep beep yeah

Songwriters: John Lennon / Paul Mccartney

Drive My Car lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 05/08/2018

img_1345-3Despite Helen being in vacation mode she still manages to come up trumps and give us our weekly joy of SLS.

This week is “drink”. Never one to refuse a challenge, or a drink, I’ve chosen Ben Johnson’s 1616 poem “Song. To Celia.”

I know what you’re thinking. Has he gone mad? Truth is NO, I’ve always been this way!

If you read the Wikipedia page you will discover that I’m offering you the song Drink to Me Only with Thine Eyes. It has been recorded by many singers but I’m giving you what I consider is the best, by Paul Robeson, with a vastly different one to compare.

I do hope you enjoy them!

Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss within the cup,
And I’ll not ask for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove’s nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honoring thee
As giving it a hope, that there
It could not withered be.
But thou thereon didst only breathe,
And sent’st it back to me;
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee.

The alternative is by Laura Wright.

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 29/07/2018

img_1345-3Helen has chosen “Street” as the theme for this week. You can listen to all the great music here.

My choice came to me immediately, but I thought I’d wait around a while to see if anyone else chose it. So far as I can see, nobody has.

The Kinks were formed in 1964, and I believe that they are the only group from that era whose original four members are still alive. Indeed, it was announced in June 2018 that three of the original line up have reformed to make a new album, and, possibly, to tour.

They were tremendously successful, performing from 1964 to 1996, and even had Rod Stewart as lead singer at one stage.

Ray Davies wrote most of their songs, and was an observational writer, penning songs about what he experienced around him, often commenting on the vast differences between the “haves” and “have nots”.

The song I’ve chosen is just such an observation, looking at some poor individual wondering “what are we living for?” He can’t see the point, and considers he can only end up dying on “Dead End Street.” I’m not sure that a great deal has changed!  I’ve actually chosen a version by Ray Davies and Amy Macdonald, just because I think it is really good!

Dead End Street

The Kinks

There’s a crack up in the ceiling,
And the kitchen sink is leaking.
Out of work and got no money,
A Sunday joint of bread and honey.

What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No money coming in,
The rent collector’s knocking, trying to get in.

We are strictly second class,
We don’t understand,
(Dead end!)
Why we should be on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
People are living on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.

Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)

On a cold and frosty morning,
Wipe my eyes and stop me yawning.
And my feet are nearly frozen,
Boil the tea and put some toast on.

What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No chance to emigrate,
I’m deep in debt and now it’s much too late.

We both want to work so hard,
We can’t get the chance,
(Dead end!)
People live on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.

Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)

People live on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.

Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Head to my feet (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
How’s it feel? (yeah)
How’s it feel? (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah

Songwriters: Raymond Douglas Davies
Dead End Street lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

The original Kinks version, complete with an early pre video promotional film, can be seen here.

As a bonus you can see a version by Shakey Graves, Wild Child, and Marmalakes, all touring as Outside City Limits, here. IT REALLY IS GOOD.

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 22/07/2018

img_1345-3So, (I do so hate the way many young people, (and some not so young) start a sentence with SO!).

So, there I was, all research done, everything sketched out, all ready to present my choice for Helen’s latest SLS theme of “Speak” when this fantastic song came on the TV to accompany a scene in a rerun of “Bones”.

I had no choice, I simply had to share this with you! I’d never heard it before, didn’t know the group, it has nothing whatsoever to do with “speak”, apart from the fact that it spoke to me. It’s lovely, it’s fun, it’s now on my playlist, and I have to listen to more of the group’s work.

What is it?

It’s Ho Hey by The Lumineers

Ho Hey

The Lumineers

Ho
Hey
Ho
Hey

I been trying to do it right
(Hey) I been living a lonely life
(Ho) I been sleepin’ here instead
(Hey) I been sleepin’ in my bed
(Ho) I been sleepin’ in my bed (hey ho)

so show me family
(Hey) all the blood that I will bleed
(Ho) I don’t know where I belong
(Hey) I don’t know where I went wrong
(Ho) but I can write a song (hey)

I belong with you, you belong with me, you’re my sweetheart
I belong with you, you belong with me, you’re my sweet’ (ho)

Hey (come on now)
Ho
Hey

I don’t think you’re right for him
(Hey) think of what it might have been if we
(Ho) took a bus to chinatown
(Hey) I’d be standin’ on canal (ho) and Bowery (hey)
(Ho) she’d be standin’ next to me (hey)

I belong with you, you belong with me, you’re my sweetheart
I belong with you, you belong with me, you’re my sweetheart

Love we, need it now
Let’s hope, for some
‘Cause oh, we’re bleedin’ out

I belong with you, you belong with me, you’re my sweetheart
I belong with you, you belong with me, you’re my sweet'(ho)
Hey
Ho
Hey

Songwriters: Jeremy Fraites / Wesley Schultz

Ho Hey lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

I do so hope it worked out for them in the end!

 

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 15/07/2018

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

Wouldn’t we all like a break? Don’t we all deserve a break? We may, perhaps, want to break someone’s neck, or head, or face!

These are certainly times that bring out the worst in lots of us so I’ve found a nice thing that is broken. Not only has it broken, but it is lovely, and it breaks every single day.

The lyrics are on screen.

This is a montage of beautiful cats, kittens and blackbirds set to the song, “Morning Has Broken” by Cat Stevens.  What’s not to like?

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 08/07/2018

img_1345-3For SLS this week Helen has set us the theme of “Think“. You can find all the fine music choices here.

Well, I think you will all know the song “Who’s Gonna Buy Your Chickens When I’m Gone.”

No? Well I am surprised!

How about the song, by Bob Dylan, that was based on that melody? I bet you know that one! It’s called “Don’t Think Twice, It’s Alright.”

Recorded in 1962, and released in 1963, it appeared on many compilation albums, and has been covered by a myriad of artists since. I offer you the original, which I think is the best: It will probably tell you the video is unavailable, but if you click on YouTube, at the bottom, it should play

Just in case, here is a version by Marcus Mumford and Justin Hayward-Young, which is also superb!

Don’t think twice, It’s alright.

Well it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
Ifin’ you don’t know by now
An’ it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It’ll never do some how
When your rooster crows at the break a dawn
Look out your window and I’ll be gone
You’re the reason I’m trav’lin’ on
Don’t think twice, it’s all right

 

And it ain’t no use in a-turnin’ on your light, babe
The light I never knowed
An’ it ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe
I’m on the dark side of the road
But I wish there was somethin’ you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talkin’ anyway
But don’t think twice, it’s all right

 

No it ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
Like you never done before
And it ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
I can’t hear ya any more
I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ wallkin’ way down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I am told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don’t think twice, it’s all right

 

So long honey babe
Where I’m bound, I can’t tell
Goodbye is too good a word, babe
So I just say fare thee well
I ain’t sayin’ you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don’t mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don’t think twice, it’s all right

 

Songwriters: Bob Dylan

Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Audiam, Inc

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 24/06/2018

img_1345-3Helen’s theme this week is Dream.

Well, I dream a lot, practically every night!

I am fortunate in that I can remember most dreams, and go back the next day to continue them.

I daydream too. More so as I get older! However, that has nothing whatsoever to do with what I chose for my music offering this week.

There are countless “dream” themed songs to choose from. It seems that every writer has a dream, and that is only to be expected.

This week I offer you a song from a young lady from America, called Sarah Grace McLaughlin.   You will not know her by this name. Her parents were from Bishopbriggs, in Scotland, and she chose to adapt that town’s name and use it as her professional name, Bishop Briggs.

Here is her recording of “Dream.” I hope you enjoy it!

 

Dream

Bishop Briggs

Crying eyes, broken bells
Back in course, no one tells
Down we go, wish me well
I don’t know where we fell

Oh, I had a dream that you couldn’t hear me screaming
Trying to tell you everything but it wouldn’t stop you leaving

I wanna wake up where your love is
‘Cause your love is always waking mine
I wanna break down where your heart gets
So torn it’s almost breaking mine
I wanna lay here, lost and bitter
So long, I feel like I could die
I wanna tell you what my truth is
But it’s buried down inside

Shining light, show and tell
Don’t be scared, truth is hell
Down we go, wish me well
No one knows where we fell

Oh, I had a dream that you couldn’t hear me screaming
Trying to tell you everything but it wouldn’t stop you leaving

I wanna wake up where your love is
‘Cause your love is always waking mine
I wanna break down where your heart gets
So torn it’s almost breaking mine
I wanna lay here, lost and bitter
So long, I feel like I could die
I wanna tell you what my truth is
But it’s buried down inside

They say that secrets make you sick and I should know
Just promise me that if I tell you you will go
Oh, oh, oh

I wanna wake up where your love is
‘Cause your love is always waking mine
I wanna break down where your heart gets
So torn it’s almost breaking mine
I wanna lay here, lost and bitter
So long, I feel like I could die
I wanna tell you what my truth is
But it’s buried down inside

It’s buried down inside

Songwriters: Dan Wilson / Ian Brendon Scott / Mark A. Jackson / Sarah Grace Mclaughlin

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 17/06/2018

img_1345-3Helen’s theme this week is seconds/minutes/hours.

Well, that gives plenty of scope. Practically every single artist will, at one time (see what I did there?) , have recorded a song with some time reference in it.

I am going with the very first thing that came to mind. That is “My grandfather’s clock.”

You can, if you wish, follow the words with the recording by Johnny Cash, which is here.

My Grandfather’s Clock

Song by Johnny Cash

My grandfather’s clock was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more

It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born
And was always his treasure and pride
But it stopped, short never to go again
When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering
His life seconds numbering
It stopped, short never to go again
When the old man died

My grandfather said that of those he could hire
Not a servant so faithful he found
For it wasted no time and had but one desire
At the close of each week to be wound

And it kept in its place, not a frown upon its face
And its hands never hung by its side
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

It rang and alarmed in the dead of the night
An alarm that for years had been dumb
And we knew that his spirit was pluming for flight
That his hour for departure had come

Still the clock kept the time with a soft and muffled chime
As we silently stood by his side
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering
His life seconds numbering
It stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

Songwriters: Erich Doll / Henry Clay Work

However, I also offer this instrumental version by Leroy Troy. I don’t think he gets out much, apart from performing his clawhammer style of banjo playing!