Song Lyric Sunday – It’s going to get Windy…

Last week I took part in Jim Adam’s Song Lyric Sunday Challenge, the theme was Atoll, Island, Key, Lagoon, Peninsula, Reef, Tropical suggested by Tales from the mind of Kristian (oh that’s me!).

Click on the link to see my post for last week:

The Song Lyric Sunday Challenge this week the theme is songs that feature wind instruments which include Brass instruments (horns, trumpets, trombones, euphoniums, and tubas) and Woodwind instruments (recorders, flutes, oboes, clarinets, saxophones, and bassoons) suggested by Maggie From Cave Walls.  

Click on the link below to see Jim Adam’s post and to take part in the challenge.

The weather today here in England is pretty awful, horrific in fact! It’s blowing a gale and the rain is so heavy, to coin an old English phrase, it’s coming down in stair rods!

It’s the perfect weather for me to sit and procrastinate, and while I avoid doing the laundry, I thought what better than to take part in this challenge and post some songs that have some wind in them.

Firstly a song that instantly came to mind was California Dreamin’, as when the weather is a foul as it currently is, to sit and dream of a warmer climate is what we Brits do (then complain bitterly of the heat when we get there, but we are a capricious lot!).

The song also contains a beautiful refrain on the flute and so it does the trick nicely.

All the leaves are brown (all the leaves are brown)
And the sky is gray (and the sky is gray)
I’ve been for a walk (I’ve been for a walk)
On a winter’s day (on a winter’s day)
I’d be safe and warm (I’d be safe and warm)
If I was in L.A. (if I was in L.A.)

California dreamin’ (California dreamin’)
On such a winter’s day

Stopped into a church
I passed along the way
Well, I got down on my knees (got down on my knees)
And I pretend to pray (I pretend to pray)
You know the preacher like the cold (preacher like the cold)
He knows I’m gonna stay (knows I’m gonna stay)

California dreamin’ (California dreamin’)
On such a winter’s day

All the leaves are brown (all the leaves are brown)
And the sky is gray (and the sky is gray)
I’ve been for a walk (I’ve been for a walk)
On a winter’s day (on a winter’s day)
If I didn’t tell her (if I didn’t tell her)
I could leave today (I could leave today)

California dreamin’ (California dreamin’)
On such a winter’s day (California dreamin’)
On such a winter’s day (California dreamin’)
On such a winter’s day

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: John Edmund Andrew Phillips / Michelle Gilliam Phillips

And another song that came to mind is Baker Street by Gerry Rafferty that has a marvelous Saxophone solo which pretty much elevates the song to a timeless classic.

Lyrics

Winding your way down on Baker Street
Light in your head and dead on your feet
Well, another crazy day
You’ll drink the night away
And forget about ev’rything

This city desert makes you feel so cold
It’s got so many people, but it’s got no soul
And it’s taken you so long
To find out you were wrong
When you thought it held everything

You used to think that it was so easy
You used to say that it was so easy
But you’re tryin’, you’re tryin’ now
Another year and then you’d be happy
Just one more year and then you’d be happy
But you’re cryin’, you’re cryin’ now

Way down the street there’s a light in his place
He opens the door, he’s got that look on his face
And he asks you where you’ve been
You tell him who you’ve seen
And you talk about anything

He’s got this dream about buying some land
He’s gonna give up the booze and the one-night stands
And then he’ll settle down
In some quiet little town
And forget about ev’rything

But you know he’ll always keep movin’
You know he’s never gonna stop movin’
‘Cause he’s rollin’, he’s the rolling stone
When you wake up, it’s a new mornin’
The sun is shinin’, it’s a new mornin’
You’re goin’, you’re goin’ home

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Gerry RaffertyBaker Street lyrics © Stage Three Music (catalogues) Limited

I hope you enjoy these tunes. Happy Sunday and Happy Halloween.

The Spooky thing is, having just switched on the radio, they’re playing my songs!

I’ve included the following word prompts:

50 Word Thursday #43 – Such Fresh Blood!

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And the words:

“It wasn’t until I felt the sun on my face that I knew, really knew, I’d made it back.”   – Summoned to Thirteenth Grave – Darynda Jones.

 

I don’t know where I’d been, exactly, it was all a blur. I remember floating in a void with the only thing keeping me from fading away was my desire to return.

Luckily, four naïve young school girls decided to read from an old book. They’d been bored and preferred to procrastinate rather than study for their exams. It was four o’clock in the afternoon and the sun streamed through the window of their dormitory.

That was strange, in itself, people usually did this sort of thing at night, with candles lit, and protected by a circle of salt. Naïve? These girls were plain stupid!

The words worked, all the same, and I found myself falling out of oblivion and then I was back in the world again.

It wasn’t until I felt the sun on my face that I knew, really knew, I’d made it back.

Such fresh blood!

[150 Words]

 

This story was written for the 50 word Thursday challenge, this week hosted by Deb Whittam of the blog Twenty Four, click on the link below to see her post:

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2019/10/25/50-word-thursday-43/

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

FOWC with Fandango — Procrastinate

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/10/29/naive/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/10/29/rdp-tuesday-falling/