Song Lyric Sunday – Don’t be such an Oxymoron!

The Song Lyric Sunday Challenge this week the challenge is to select two songs and discuss some type of relevant association between them, compare and contrast.  Click on the link below to see Jim Adam’s post and to take part in the challenge.

https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2021/05/22/improving-comprehension/

Also, Fandango has chosen the word Oxymoron as his word of the day and so I thought of two songs that have titles that are both Oxymorons.

Firstly, by Simon and Garfunkel, The Sound of Silence.

Silence is, of course, the absence of sound and therefore how can it have any sound at all? However, we have all felt the intense pressure that can come about when there is a heavy silence in the room.

This song was originally written by Paul Simon in 1964 and recorded in October on their debut album which was a commercial failure, then two years later the song was included in their second album, remixed and it was a hit in 1966.

The Lyrics are:

Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silenceIn restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silenceAnd in the naked light, I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence”Fools”, said I, “You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you”
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silenceAnd the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, “The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls”
And whispered in the sound of silence.

In contrast, I wanted to fly the flag for another band from the 60’s, The Mamas and the Papas. They recorded a version of the Rodgers and Hart song, Glad to be Unhappy, another Oxymoron and another hit in the 60’s this time 1967.

It takes a lot of gumption to record a song from the classic era of musicals written by one of the top writing duos of the 1930’s, but then The Mamas and The Papas never lacked gumption and never failed in making beautiful music together.

The Lyrics:

Look at yourself, if you had a sense of humor
You would laugh to beat the band
Look at yourself, do you still believe the rumor
That romance is simply grand?
Since you took it right on the chin
You have lost that bright toothpaste grin
My mental state is all a-jumble
I sit around and sadly mumble
Fools rush in, so here I am
Very glad to be unhappy
I can’t win, but here I am
More than glad to be unhappy
Unrequited love’s a bore
And I’ve got it pretty bad
But for someone you adore
It’s a pleasure to be sad
Like a straying baby lamb
With no mammy and no pappy
I’m so unhappy
But oh, so glad

I hope you enjoyed these contrasting songs that are both hits of the 60’s and both oxymorons, well you’d be a bit of an oxymoron not to! 🙂

I have also included the following prompt words:

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/05/23/rdp-sunday-gumption/

https://fivedotoh.com/2021/05/23/fowc-with-fandango-oxymoron/

Multiple Word Prompt Story – Flag Flying Fervour

This was originally written in response to earlier prompts, but I am now sharing it again in response to the Ragtag daily prompt for today: Flag

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/10/23/rdp-tuesday-flag/

 

Fervor

FERVOUR

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/06/15/a-new-daily-post-word-prompt-june-15th-2018-word-benevolent/

BENEVOLENT

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/06/15/cataract/

CATARACT

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/06/15/three-things-challenge-15-june-2018/

Here are the three words for 15 June 2018: Jolly Roger, guitar, iceberg 

Flag Flying Fervour

Winston Pickle was a typical English gentleman. He tried his best not to be rude to people. He stood out of other people’s way on the street and always opened the door for a lady. He thought of himself as typical, but actually, he was a dying breed. 

That day he opened a letter from his local council. As he read it, he could feel himself becoming overwhelmed with emotion. 

Dear Mr Pickle, 

I am sorry to have to write to you concerning your decision to fly a flag in your front garden. It is against our all-inclusive policy at the council to allow such flags to be flown and as such I must ask you, before it causes offence, to remove it forthwith.

Others who wished to fly flags have elected to fly a Pirate flag. You may consider this option.

Yours Sincerely

Mrs Bigginthorpe

Senior Council Secretary.

Winston was taken aback. The flag in question was the flag of his country, the one he was living in and he flew this flag out of a sense of national pride and patriotism. Young men, including his dear Father whom he never knew, died to defend that flag. He had a patriotic fervour, but like many like-minded people, he was not an extremist who went about being rude to people of different cultures. He didn’t want to start wars or invade anyone. 

He just couldn’t understand the council’s attitude in this. They even suggested he fly the Jolly Roger, a flag flown by murderous criminals and that would be less offensive to people than his own flag! 

Winston decided to speak to his neighbours and see how they felt about this. If any of them were offended by the flag he was flying, then he would take heed.

He started with his neighbours across the road, who had lived in the area the longest. 

Mr and Mrs Khan were a very nice couple who had brought up four children in that house but all had moved out years ago. Like Winston, they were now retired.

They invited him in and offered him a cup of tea. Mrs Khan had made a lovely fruit cake which he devoured eagerly.

“So my old friend, what is it you wanted to ask me?” asked Mr Khan.

Winston showed him his letter. Mr Khan had to get out his reading glasses, he had a cataract in his right eye and was still waiting for his appointment with the NHS to remove it. 

After he read it he looked at his neighbour of the past thirty years with sad eyes. 

“I have heard this is happening a lot at the moment. It is so sad. Of course, your flag is not at all offensive to me. It is a flag. The fact that some nasty thugs decide to do horrible things while wearing it or spray it on walls with swastikas doesn’t discredit the flag. People love their country, I respect that. You have always been a good neighbour to us. I will write to the council and let them know you are a good man.”

Winston went to his other neighbours, ones that he didn’t know as well. They all listened to what he had to say and agreed with him that he should not be made to take down his flag.

In a way, this sad event had resulted in something really positive. Winston Pickle had gone round and met all his neighbours. He was surprised at how nice they all were. He felt slightly ashamed he hadn’t made more effort to get to know them earlier but then you’re never too old to make a change. 

He was so happy at how kind and benevolent his neighbours had been to him, he decided to host a garden party and invite all the neighbours to it. His back garden was only a little courtyard but his front garden was huge. Big enough to have a marquis tent put up. He sent round invitations for a weekend in August. 

The day of his party, he was making a salad with some of his homegrown tomatoes and some iceberg lettuce, when people started to arrive. 

Mr and Mrs Khan had brought with them some pakora’s and pani puri that they had made and their son Sanjay had come along too. Sanjay was a musician and had brought his guitar with him. 

As they were all sitting in the garden watching Sanjay playing the guitar and singing folk songs leaning against the flagpole, the postman came by and handed Winston a letter.

It was from the council again. It had been six weeks since the last letter.

It told him that due to the number of letters they had received concerning him and his flag, they have decided to revoke their original order. He could keep his flag flying. 

Winston was overjoyed, looking at his neighbours he felt an overpowering love for all of them that went beyond mere fervour. They were family now.

The End

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 15/June/2018

 

 

Haunted Dreams – A very short poem in response to multiple prompts.

This poem was written in response to the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge from the Go Dog Go Cafe:

Tuesday Writing Prompt October 23, 2018

and also the word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/10/23/spectre/

and

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/10/23/rdp-tuesday-flag/

 

I hear night’s whispers softly in my ear

Raising the spectre of haunted dreams

I raise the flag, surrendering to fear.

Nothing is ever quite what it seems.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 23/10/2018

Favourite Flags of the World – Just a bit of fun.

This is a list of my favourite flags, this is just my opinion based on the colours and design of the actual flag and not a reflection of my views of the actual country, region or people they represent.

I regard flags as a form of art, in its simplest form.

  1. United KingdomFlag of United Kingdom
  2. Iceland Flag of Iceland
  3. Dominican Republic Flag of Dominican Republic
  4. Australia Flag of Australia
  5. Lebanon Flag of Lebanon
  6. Bhutan   Flag of Bhutan
  7. Moldova Flag of Moldova
  8. Uruguay Flag of Uruguay
  9. New Zealand Flag of New Zealand
  10. The Isle of Man

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Well, the Isle of Man is part of the UK, but the flag is pretty great don’t you think?

I hope you have not been offended if I haven’t chosen your nations flag, it is purely my opinion and based on aesthetics or quirkiness alone.

Is there a flag of a region or country that you like, that isn’t your own? Let me know in the comments.

I have updated this post because FLAG is the Ragtag Daily Prompt word of the day.

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/10/23/rdp-tuesday-flag/