Song Lyric Sunday – Dreams

The Song Lyric Sunday Challenge is to post a song with a single word title. Click on the link below to see Jim Adam’s post and to take part in the challenge.

https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2021/04/10/the-singularity/

After some pondering, I have chosen this song written by Stevie Nicks and performed by Fleetwood Mac.

Dreams – by Stevie Nicks, performed by Fleetwood Mac.

Now here you go again

You say you want your freedom

Well, who am I to keep you down?

It’s only right that you should

Play the way you feel it

But listen carefully to the sound

Of your loneliness

Like a heartbeat drives you mad

In the stillness of remembering

What you had

And what you lost…

And what you had…

And what you lost

(Oooooh)

Oh, thunder only happens when it’s raining

Players only love you when they’re playing

Say, women…they will come and they will go

When the rain washes you clean, you’ll know

You’ll know

Now here I go again, I see, the crystal visions

I keep my visions to myself

It’s only me

Who wants to wrap around your dreams and…

Have you any dreams you’d like to sell?

Dreams of loneliness…

Like a heartbeat drives you mad…

In the stillness of remembering

What you had

And what you lost…

What you had…

Ooh, what you lost

Thunder only happens when it’s raining

Players only love you when they’re playing

Women, they will come and they will go

When the rain washes you clean, you’ll know

Oh, thunder only happens when it’s raining

Players only love you when they’re playing

Say women, they will come and they will go

When the rain washes you clean, you’ll know

You’ll know

You will know

Oh, oh, oh you’ll know

Also another band covered this song very effectively was the Corrs and so I’ve included their version below for your enjoyment.

What do you See? – The Angels Kiss

When I was little I’d sometimes stay

with my Grandparents when

my Mother was away

My Grandad was quite stern and stark

with Victorian ways,

A Patriarch.

Missing my Mother, I’d cry at night,

because she wasn’t there

to tuck me in tight.

So in order to stop me nightly, weeping,

My Grandad gave me an Angel

to watch me while I was sleeping.

Then the strict old man would give me a kiss

and when I look back

I can’t help but Reminisce

And I look at that Angel

that’s still by my bed

and Wish I could see old Grandad instead.

Written by Kristian Fogarty 5th April 2021

This poem was written for the What do you See challenge:

https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/04/05/what-do-you-see-76-april-5-2021/

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://fivedotoh.com/2021/04/05/fowc-with-fandango-patriarch/

A Limerick – A Gift

Esther Chilton has posted a challenge to write a limerick with the word GIFT.

Click on the link to her post below to take part in her challenge:

https://esthernewtonblog.wordpress.com/2021/04/05/laughing-along-with-a-limerick-53/comment-page-1/#comment-31038

and here is my attempt:

The other day I received a gift,

I thought would give me a much needed lift

but when opened, I saw

it was actually for next door

and Boy!, was I really miffed!

Written by Kristian Fogarty 5th April 2021.

Song Lyrics Sunday: Apple Blossom White

The Challenge set by Jim Adams in his post linked below, is to find a song lyric that has something to do with a prompt. This week the Spring Blooming prompts of Blossoms/Cherry/Flower

https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2021/04/03/cherry-blossom-festival/

Many of you who know me, know that I love old songs. I instantly thought of this one:

Cerezo rosa

Perez Prado

It’s cherry pink and apple blossom white
When your true lover comes your way
It’s cherry pink and apple blossom white
The poets say

The story goes that once a cherry tree
Beside an apple tree did grow

And there a boy once met his bride to be
Long long ago

The boy looked into her eyes, it was a sight to enthral
The breezes joined in their sighs, the blossoms started to fall
And as they gently caressed, the lovers looked up to find
The branches of the two trees were intertwined,

And that is why the poets always write
If there’s a new moon bright above
It’s cherry pink and apple blossom white
When you’re in love

And here is a version sung by Pat Boone. 🙂

Hope you enjoyed this musical interlude 🙂

Song Lyric Sunday: A glimpse of heaven.

The Challenge set by Jim Adams in his post linked below, is to find a song lyric that has something to do with a prompt. This week we have bouncing related prompts of Hop/Jump/Leap/Pounce/Spring

https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2021/03/20/stretch-my-legs/

I thought of this song, that was written in 1971.

Strawbs – A glimpse of heaven

The hillside was a patchwork quilt
Neatly stitched with tidy hedge
And crumbling grey stone wall
The trees were bare, but Spring was near
To conjure up its endless strings
Of green magic handkerchieves

Could you only see what I’ve seen
You would surely know what I mean
I think I must have caught a glimpse of heaven.

A string of diamonds formed a stream
That tumbled down the daunting cliff
To sparkle bright on the beach.

New born lambs that sweetly played
Speckled eggs all newly laid
But for you I would have stayed
I think I must have caught a glimpse of heaven.

The Ragtag daily prompt it Lamb, so it also is included in this song.

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/03/21/rdp-sunday-lamb/

Spring is my favourite season and So I also wanted to share this song.

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string
I'd say that I had Spring fever
But I know it isn't Spring

I am starry-eyed and vaguely discontented
Like a nightingale without a song to sing
Oh, why should I have Spring fever
When it isn't even Spring?

I keep wishing I were somewhere else
Walking down a strange new street
Hearing words that I have never heard
From a girl I've yet to meet

I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud or a robin on the wing
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way
That it might as well be Spring

It might as well be Spring

Song Lyric Sunday: There’s that anguish, there’s that doubt.

The Challenge set by Jim Adams in his post linked below, is to find a song lyric that has something to do with a prompt. This week the prompts are: Anguish/Misery/Torment

https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2021/03/13/excruciating/

I thought of this song that was written by Clifton Davies and originally intended to be sung by the Supremes but instead was recorded by the Jackson 5.

The most famous version though, at least to my mind, is the one sang by Gloria Gaynor.

NEVER CAN SAY GOODBYE

I never can say goodbye
No, no, no, I
I never can say goodbye

Every time I think I’ve had enough
And start heading for the door
There’s a very strange vibration
Piercing me right to the core

It says, “Turn around, you fool
You know you love him more and more”
Tell me why is it so?
Don’t wanna let you go!

Hey, I never can say goodbye boy, ooh baby
I never can say goodbye, no, no, no, hey

I never can say goodbye
Oh, no, I
I never can say goodbye

I keep thinking that our problems
Soon are all gonna work out
But there’s that same unhappy feeling
And there’s that anguish, there’s that doubt

It’s that same old dizzy hang-up
I can’t do with you or without
Tell me why is it so?
I don’t wanna let you go!

Hey, I never can say goodbye boy, ooh baby
I never can say goodbye, no, no, no, oo

Hey, I never can say goodbye boy, ooh baby
I never can say goodbye, no no no, no no no

Hey, I never can say goodbye boy, no, no, no, baby
Hey, I never can say goodbye, no, no, no
Please don’t make me say good-bye

Hey, I never can say goodbye

The Word of the Day also happens to be Anguish…

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/03/14/anguish/

Do you remember? – The Snifty Sleuth challenge?

A while ago I took part in a collaboration with the great Rory of the blog A Guy Called Bloke. It was a murder mystery series where people could guess who the victim was, who the murderer was and how they did it. There was also a prize!

Well, for those of you who remember, or those that are intrigued, click on the link below to see Rory’s post.

Song Lyric Sunday: I don’t take coffee, I take tea, my dear.

The Challenge set by Jim Adams in his post linked below, is to find a song lyric that has something to do with a prompt. This week we have coffee related prompts of Cappuccino/Coffee/Expresso/Latte/Mocha 

https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2021/03/06/not-a-frappe-or-macchiato/

I thought of this song by Sting. I’ve never been to New York, but if I did, I’d be saying the same thing: I don’t take coffee, I take tea, my dear.

Englishman In New York

Sting

I don’t take coffee, I take tea, my dear
I like my toast done on one side
And you can hear it in my accent when I talk
I’m an Englishman in New York

See me walking down Fifth Avenue
A walking cane here at my side
I take it everywhere I walk
I’m an Englishman in New York

Oh, I’m an alien, I’m a legal alien
I’m an Englishman in New York
Oh, I’m an alien, I’m a legal alien
I’m an Englishman in New York

If “manners maketh man” as someone said
He’s the hero of the day
It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile
Be yourself no matter what they say

Oh, I’m an alien, I’m a legal alien
I’m an Englishman in New York
Oh, I’m an alien, I’m a legal alien
I’m an Englishman in New York

Modesty, propriety can lead to notoriety
You could end up as the only one
Gentleness,…

Song Lyric’s Sunday – Do I detect a Summer Breeze? No Not yet.

The Challenge set by Jim Adams in his post linked below, is to find a song lyric that has something to do with the Weather: Breeze/Cloud/Sky/Wind.

https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2021/02/27/weather-forecast/

I thought of this song sung by the Isley Brothers: Summer Breeze.

The Original was written and recorded by Seals and Crofts. Released in 1972

I hope you enjoy this song:

“Summer Breeze”

See the curtains hangin’ in the window
In the evening on a Friday night
A little light a-shinin’ through the window
Lets me know everything’s all right

Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowin’ through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowin’ though the jasmine in my mind

See the paper layin’ on the sidewalk
A little music from the house next door
So I walk on up to the doorstep
Through the screen and across the floor

Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowin’ through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowin’ through the jasmine in my mind

Sweet days of summer, the jasmine’s in bloom
July is dressed up and playing her tune
And I come home from a hard day’s work
And you’re waitin’ there
Not a care in the world

See the smile awaitin’ in the kitchen
Through cookin’ and the plates for two
Feel the arms that reach out to hold me
In the evening when the day is through

Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mindne

I hope you enjoyed this song and you have a fantastic Sunday. 🙂

50 Word Thursday #111 – A World without the Word.

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And the words: “Vengeance and retribution require a long time; it is the rule.”
― Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

He glanced out of the narrow window at the ships anchored in the harbour. This was the scene that had greeted his eyes every day of his life and it had inspired him to write several novels. Many of his books had Piracy as the main theme. He’d written many of the men who had come off those ships into his novels, embellished to represent a pirate king or a kidnapped victim.

The book he was currently working on was particularly challenging. It was a story or revenge and books about vengeance and retribution require a long time; it is the rule. However, he also knew that brevity was key. People’s attention spans nowadays were shorter and novels were often half the size they used to be. He decided to use a mechanism that was the retreat of many authors faced with this problem. He would use flashback to condense a long time into a handful of pages.

He began writing furiously and with a smile he placed his pen down at the end. He knew he’d penned another great novel. If only there were enough people around who could actually read. The Covid pandemic had killed all the teachers.

[200 Words]

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge.

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2021/02/18/50-word-thursday-111/

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/02/24/rdp-wednesday-brevity/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/02/24/theme-2/