Song Lyric Sunday – Up up and Away.

The Song Lyric Sunday Challenge this week the challenge is Elevator Music. Click on the link below to see Jim Adam’s post and to take part in the challenge.

I thought of this song by The 5th Dimension, Up, up and Away, which is really upbeat, uplifting and it may not be played in many elevators (or Lifts as I stubbornly still like to call them) but this song should be played in a lift, in fact it should be mandated by law!

The Song was written in 1967 by Jimmy Webb and recorded by The 5th Dimension.

Their version reached number 7 in the US charts and Number 1 in Australia and Canada, but it was a different version recorded by Johnny Mann Singers that charted in the UK reaching number 6.

[Verse 1]
Would you like to ride in my beautiful balloon?
Would you like to ride in my beautiful balloon?
We could float among the stars together, you and I
For we can fly (we can fly)

Up, up and away
My beautiful, my beautiful balloon

[Verse 2]
The world’s a nicer place in my beautiful balloon
It wears a nicer face in my beautiful balloon
We can sing a song and sail along the silver sky
For we can fly (we can fly)

Up, up and away
My beautiful, my beautiful balloon

Suspended under a twilight canopy
We’ll search the clouds for a star to guide us
If by some chance you find yourself loving me
We’ll find a cloud to hide us
We’ll keep the moon beside us

The Lost City – A Picture Challenge.

They made their way through the dark forest. The smell of pine needles and rotting leaves permeated the air. The forest was cut off from the world by impregnable mountains, but they had flown into the valley in a hot air balloon in search for the lost city of gold.

“I say, Carstairs, shouldn’t we be heading more eastwards?” said Carruthers stopping to pull up his socks to protect his ankles from the insect bites, the trials of going abroad.

“Now don’t act, hic, like you know, hic, the way any better, hic, than I do” Carstairs replied, hiccupping like he always did when agitated. “Damn these blasted hiccups.”

They managed to cross a river making a raft of fallen logs, then stumbled through more tangled branches.

Then they emerged in a clearing and found themselves surrounded by crumbling ruins. They’d found the lost city, now to find the treasure.

[150 words]


This story was written in response to a challenge. The rules of the challenge are:

The challenge is to write a piece of historical fiction about this picture.

• 150 word limit

• Try not to use the words tree & green.

• Tag 3 people to use the same genre of writing and this photo to create a post.

Sadje from the blog, Keep it Alive, challenged me, see her post here:

Mystery History


The three people I’ll challenge are:

Freshly Baked Secrets

Winter Haibun


I have also included the following word prompts:

Today’s prompt: socks, balloon, hiccups