Song Lyric Sunday – July 12th 2020 – Water Fountain

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Jim Adams’ Song Lyric Sunday gives us the chance to share familiar, and sometimes not so familiar, songs.

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.

This week I have to issue a health warning before you proceed any further. Some of you may have no after effects whatsoever, but with others there is a severe danger of becoming addicted to this song. Just in case, I am offering you six versions to choose from and there are plenty more if you look. You will see that everyone enjoys singing this song. I enjoyed finding it and listening to it far too many times. I hope you enjoy it too!

It’s difficult to classify either the group or the music.

The group Tune-Yards (stylized as tUnE-yArDs) is from Oakland, California and is described as the music project of musician Merrill Garbus, with long-time collaborator, bassist Nate Brenner.

Their music draws from an eclectic variety of sources and utilises elements such as loop pedals, ukulele, vocals, and lo-fi percussion. You’ll soon see what I mean!

First is the official music video

Next a live performance on KEXP from May 2014

Now at the Pitchfork Music Festival 2014

and at Glastonbury 2014

The song seems popular with youth choirs and you will find lots if you look. One of the best to my mind is Coastal Sound Youth Choir: Indiekör 2016.

also worth a look is the Vancouver Youth Choir.

Water Fountain

tUnE-yArDs

No water in the water fountain
No side on the sidewalk
If you say Old Molly Hare, whatcha doin’ there?
Nothing much to do when you’re going nowhere

Woohaw!
Woohaw!
Gotcha
We’re gonna get the water from your house (your house)

No water in the water fountain
No wood in the woodstock
And you say old Molly Hare
Whatcha doin’ there?
Nothing much to do when you’re going nowhere

Woohaw!
Woohaw!
Gotcha
We’re gonna get the water from your house (your house)

Nothing feels like dying like the drying of my skin and lawn
Why do we just sit here while they watch us wither til we’re gone?
I can’t seem to feel it
I can’t seem to feel it
I can’t seem to feel I’ll kneel
I’ll kneel I’ll kneel the cold steel

You will ride the whip
You’ll ride the crack
No use in fighting back
You’ll sledge the hammer if there’s no one else to take the flak
I can’t seem to feel it
I can’t seem to find it
Your fist clenched my neck
We’re neck and neck and neck…

No water in the water fountain
No phone in the phone booth
And you say old Molly Hare
Whatcha doin’ there
Jump back, jump back Daddy shot a bear

Woohaw!
Woohaw!
Gotcha
We’re gonna get the water from your house (your house)

I saved up all my pennies and I gave them to this special guy
When he had enough of them he bought himself a cherry pie
He gave me a dollar
A blood-soaked dollar
I cannot get the spot out but
It’s okay it still works in the store

Greasy man come and dig my well
Life without your water is a burning hell
Serve me up with your home-grown rice
Anything make me shit nice

Se pou zanmi zwen, se pou zanmi zwen
And the two-pound chicken tastes better with friends
A two-pound chicken tastes better with two
And I know where to find YOU so
Listen to the words I said
Let it sink into your head
A vertigo round-and-round-and-round
Now I’m in your bed
How did I get ahead?
Whoop!
Thread your fingers through my hair
Fingers through my hair
Give me a dress
Give me a press
I give a thing a caress
Would-ja, would-ja, would-ja

Listen to the words I say!
Sound like a floral bouquet
A lyrical round-and-roundandroundandround
Okay
Take a picture it’ll last all day, hey
Your fingers through my hair
Do it ’til you disappear
Gimme your head
Gimme your head
Off with his head!
HEY HEY HEY HEY

No water in the water fountain
Floral bouquet
A lyrical round-and-roundandroundandround
No side on the sidewalk
Take a picture it’ll last all day, hey
And you say old Molly Hare, Hare
Nothing much to do when you’re going nowhere

Woohaw!
Woohaw!
Gotcha, gotcha

We’re gonna get the water from your house, your house

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Merrill Martin Garbus / Nathaniel J Brenner

Water Fountain lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

Song Lyric Sunday 06/10/2019 – Bus /Truck /Lorry

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, songs.

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.

This week, for a complete change, I searched for a song that I had never heard before, that was outside of my normal choice of music, but one that fitted the bill for the prompt.

I came up with a song from Joe Nichols seventh studio album, It’s All Good,  released in November 2011.

The song tells a sad tale of a man who has lost his ride home, his chance of a romantic trip on a boat, and his girlfriend. All in all he’s having a pretty bad day, and it doesn’t look as though it’s going to get any better!

 

 

No Truck, No Boat, No Girl

Joe Nichols

Sun-burned and wonderin’, how I wound up here
Edge of a dock, one flip flop, half of a six-pack of beer
Seems like yesterday I was sittin’ on top of the world
And I watched it all just drive away
No truck, no boat, no girl.

Layin’ out there on that water, is where we ought to be
Instead I’m stuck with no ride home and no you here with me
Seems like yesterday I was sittin’ on top of the world
All it takes is one mistake,
No truck, no boat, no girl.

If I could I’d drive a line and catch a bite to eat
Put my zip-code in my tackle box there behind the seat

The water’s turnin’ smooth as glass, the sun is goin’ down
A red seagull’s blowin’ by makin’ one last lap around
Seems like yesterday I was sittin’ on top of the world
I’m just bobbin’ in the wake
No truck, no boat, no girl.

Seems like yesterday I was sittin’ on top of the world
Man ain’t meant to live this way
No truck, no boat, no girl.
Some things just can’t be replaced
No truck, no boat, no girl.

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Adam Wright / Jay Knowles

No Truck, No Boat, No Girl lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Peermusic Publishing, Words & Music A Div Of Big Deal Music LLC

I talk to the trees………..

This popped up in my Facebook “memories” today. I thought it may be of interest, even though it is rather a long read.

Peter's pondering

Not only do I talk to the trees, I talk to all manner of things.

Each morning I go for a walk.

I have various routes, but all take in fields, woodland, the River Erewash, the Erewash canal, bridges, a main road, and suburban streets.

Some days I hardly see a living soul, others I see far too many!

My normal route takes me down my road, which has only some 9 houses. At the bottom of the road I have my first conversation, with a brazen hussy who rolls on the ground and will not let me pass before she is satisfied. Somewhere close by her brother will be watching. He is more timid and undemanding. Their Mummy lives at the end house and thinks they are both boys!

I explain that I have to get on, and continue on my way. She follows, then runs ahead. It is…

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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)

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 05/05/2019 – Hurt/Pain/Agony/Suffer

img_1345-3Thank you to Jim Adams, who tirelessly hosts Song Lyric Sunday and gives us the chance to share lots of favourite songs.

There are always some songs that turn up that I am not familiar with, and it’s good to hear new music. Sometimes these become new favourites too.

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.

From the themes this week I’ve chosen to go with “Hurt”.

There is far too much hurt in the world. Sometimes we hurt people deliberately, sometimes we hurt unintentionally. Sometimes we even hurt others without realising we have done so.

Some people suffer hurt through illness, some through loss of loved ones, others because they feel hopeless, or neglected, or useless.

Some are hurt physically, many are hurt mentally.

We all will, at some time in our lives, hurt someone in some way. For any that I have hurt, I am truly sorry. For those that are hurting now, and for those who can see no end to their hurt, I offer love, and hugs, unconditionally.

Sadly, there is no doubt that at times Everybody hurts. Here is REM to sing the song. The final words are what matters: “You are not alone”.

Everybody Hurts

R.E.M.

When your day is long
And the night
The night is yours alone
When you’re sure you’ve had enough
Of this life
Well hang on
Don’t let yourself go
‘Cause everybody cries
And everybody hurts sometimes

Sometimes everything is wrong
Now it’s time to sing along
When your day is night alone (hold on)
(Hold on) if you feel like letting go (hold on)
If you think you’ve had too much
Of this life
Well, hang on

‘Cause everybody hurts
Take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts
Don’t throw your hand
Oh, no
Don’t throw your hand
If you feel like you’re alone
No, no, no, you’re not alone

If you’re on your own
In this life
The days and nights are long
When you think you’ve had too much
Of this life
To hang on

Well, everybody hurts sometimes
Everybody cries
And everybody hurts sometimes
And everybody hurts sometimes
So, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on

Everybody hurts

You are not alone

Songwriters: Bill Berry / Michael Stipe / Peter Buck / Michael Mills

Everybody Hurts lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

 

As a bonus this week I offer Smokie with “Love Hurts”

 

https://youtu.be/8uslNgwI9X4