Song Lyric Sunday – Calling all Aliens…

Last week I took part in Jim Adam’s Song Lyric Sunday Challenge, the theme was Heavenly Bodies, Planets, Moon, Sun, Stars, as suggested by King Ben’s Grandma. 

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

The Song Lyric Sunday Challenge this week is Communication, Information, News, Telephone suggested by Di of pensitivity101.

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

I started think about communications and the media and I remembered that back in the late 70’s or early 80’s when I was a wee nipper, there had been a song released by the Carpenters (in 1977) that referenced something called “World Contact Day”.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_Contact_Day

Rather than communication with humans, this was an attempt to send out a massive communication from Earth to any life forces out in the universe in the hope of obtaining even the merest vestige of a response. Of course any response would have been put down as a Swindle of some kind.

I remember the song well because despite being a huge fan of the Carpenters, my mother found this song to be totally balmy (in the informal sense of the word) and even repugnant!

The Introduction to the song was a talking bit that was supposed to be a radio DJ and then someone with a very strange voice dials in trying to make contact with humans. Then, the gorgeous voice of Karen Carpenter rings out.

It is the most bizaare song.

Lyrics

All Hit Radio!
Alright, you’re listening to All Hit Radio
And it’s 53 degrees at 30 minutes past the hour
And right now on our all request line
I’ve got Mike Ledgerwood on the phone
Hey, babe, what would you like to hear?
We’ve been observing your Earth
Hey babe, I’m sorry, I can’t hear you too well
You’re gonna have to speak a little closer into the phone
Okay, babe? What would you like to hear again?
We are observing your Earth
Hey Mike, I’m sorry babe, but that’s not on our playlist
And by the way, you sound great over the phone
Anyway, if you’d give us your request
We’ll be glad to play it for ya, babe
So let’s hear it!
We are observing your Earth
Uh, listen Mike, I’m sorry babe but we can’t-
And we’d like to make
I’m sorry Mike, we there’s-
A contact (uh)
With you, baby

In your mind you have capacities, you know
To telepath messages through the vast unknown
Please close your eyes and concentrate
With every thought you think
Upon the recitation we’re about to sing

Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft

Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft

You’ve been observing our Earth
And we’d like to make
A contact with you

We are your friends

Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, ultra emissaries

We’ve been observing your Earth
And one night we’ll make
A contact with you

We are your friends

Calling occupants of interplanetary, quite extraordinary craft

And please come in peace, we beseech you
Only our love we will teach them
Our Earth may never survive
So do come, we beg you

Please, interstellar policeman
Oh won’t you give us a sign
Give us a sign
That we’ve reached you
Oh do

With your mind you have ability to form
And transmit thought energy far beyond the norm
You close your eyes, you concentrate
Together, that’s the way
To send the message we declare World Contact Day

Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft

Ah ah ah ahhAh ah ah ahhAh ah ah ahh

Calling occupants
Calling occupants
Calling occupants of interplanetary, anti-adversary craft

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: John Woloschuk / Terry Draper

I hope you enjoy this song.

I have also included the following word prompts:

Song Lyrics Sunday – Let’s see what Spring is like on Jupiter or Mars?

Last week I took part in Jim Adam’s Song Lyric Sunday Challenge and despite being one of my favourite challenges, I don’t always manage to take part, but I just wanted to squeeze this post in.

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

The Song Lyric Sunday Challenge this week the theme is Heavenly Bodies, Planets, Moon, Sun, Stars, as suggested by King Ben’s Grandma. 

There is something restful about listening to music about the heavens, the stars, the moon etc. It is ideal if you are struggling with life’s torments, to sit back and listen to some celestial music.

In the face of the stresses of life, I try to remain stoic, which can often come across as a cavalier attitude to life as I sit back on my recliner on holiday, but believe me, I am not unaffected by what is going on in the world around me, but just like to reflect.

Listening to these songs helps me maintain my composure.

Firstly, no lyrics, but my favourite piece of classical music is part of a suite called The Planets written by Gustav Holst, it is called Jupiter. It was written in 1916 and first performed in 1918. The middle section of the piece has been turned into a hymn/anthem, “I vow to thee my country” and also a Rugby anthem, but the lyrics do not mention the planets and so don’t count. The music is quite heavenly though.

And a bit more in-keeping with the rules, here is the song “Fly Me to the Moon“. originally titled “In Other Words“, it was written in 1954 by Bart HowardKaye Ballard made the first recording of the song the year it was written. Frank Sinatra’s 1964 version was closely associated with the Apollo missions to the Moon, but my favourite version is by Julie London also released in 1964.

“Fly Me To The Moon (In Other Words)”

Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On a-Jupiter and Mars

In other words: hold my hand
In other words: baby, kiss me

Fill my heart with song
And let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore

In other words: please, be true
In other words: I love you

Fill my heart with song
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore

In other words: please, be true
In other words, in other words: I love you

I hope you enjoy these songs. Happy Sunday.

I have also included the following word prompts in my post:

Song Lyric Sunday – No Sex please, I’m British, but a Picnic now….

It’s been a while since I’ve taken part in Jim Adam’s Song Lyric Sunday Challenge but that was just because of a very busy schedule. It is one of my favourite challenges.

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

The Song Lyric Sunday Challenge this week the theme is …ahem….you know….Thingy….that thing that us Brits don’t talk about much…. or at least we didn’t and now some do rather a lot but, here goes…. SEX. (Wow not struck by lightning after all!).

As an old fashioned kind of guy. It’s impossible to talk about Sex without a slight shiver or being cryptic about it, and I instantly thought of a song from yesteryear that I used to enjoy in my innocence because I thought it was all about going for a picnic. I never dreamed it was about sex! Who can blame me?

Billie Jo Spears – Blanket on the Ground

Written by Roger Bowling and performed by Billie Jo Spears in February 1975

Come and look out through the window
That big old moon is shining down
Tell me now, don’t it remind you
Of a blanket on the ground

Remember back when love first found us
We’d go slipping out of town
And we’d love beneath the moonlight
On a blanket on the ground

I’ll get the blanket from the bedroom
And we’ll go walking once again
To that spot down by the river
Where our sweet love first began
Just because we are married
Don’t mean we can’t slip around
So let’s walk out through the moonlight
And lay the blanket on the ground

Oh, remember how excited
We used to get when love was young
That old moon was our best buddy
We couldn’t wait for night to come

Now you know you still excite me
I know you love me like I am
Just once more I wish you’d love me
On the blanket on the ground

I’ll get the blanket from the bedroom
And we’ll go walking once again
To that spot down by the river
Where our sweet love first began
Just because we our married
Don’t mean we can’t slip around
So let’s walk out through the moonlight
And lay the blanket on the ground

Song Lyric Sunday – Life’s Wheel of Fortune.

The Song Lyric Sunday Challenge this week the theme is Fate, Fortune, Luck.

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

https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2021/08/07/roll-the-dice/

I thought of a song that was in keeping with the theme, and considering people who know me already know that I love old songs, if I expose myself to any criticism of posting old music in preference to the latest hits, I think this becomes a moot point.

So here is a song from 1952, the wonderful Kay Starr singing Wheel of Fortune.

The wheel of fortune
Goes spinning around
Will the arrow point my way?
Will this be my day?

Oh, wheel of fortune
Please don’t pass me by
Let me know the magic of
A kiss and a sigh

While the wheel is spinning, spinning, spinning
I’ll not dream of winning, fortune or even fame
While the wheel is turning, turning, turning
I’ll be yearning, yearning
For love’s precious flame

Oh, wheel of fortune
I’m hoping somehow
If you ever smile on me
Please let it be now

While the wheel is spinning, spinning, spinning
I’ll not dream of winning, fortune or even fame
While the wheel is turning, turning, turning
I’ll be yearning, yearning
For love’s precious flame

Oh, wheel of fortune
I’m hoping sometime
If you ever smile on me
Please let it be now

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Bennie Benjamin / George David Weiss

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/08/08/rdp-sunday-moot/

https://fivedotoh.com/2021/08/08/fowc-with-fandango-expose/

Rather Silly Rhymes – A Limerick

woman soaked in water with bubbles
Photo by Craig Adderley on Pexels.com

 

Said the Kingpin to Miss Golightly

“you look dirty and rather unsightly

And It’s rather a strain

Seeing you again and again,

Why don’t you attempt bathing nightly?”

 

This Limerick was written in response to the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/07/09/nightly/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/07/09/rdp-tuesday-strain/

FOWC with Fandango — Kingpin

 

A multiple word prompt poem – A New Side

I’ve written this poem in response to the following word prompts:

https://fivedotoh.com/2021/08/01/fowc-with-fandango-dogmatic/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/08/01/rdp-sunday-poignant/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2021/08/01/your-daily-word-prompt-advice-ydwordprompt-august-1-2021/

You are planning a new dalliance

But let me give you some advice,

although it may seem like salience

and at the time it feels quite nice.

But it leaves you feeling rather flat

I’m trying not to be dogmatic,

I just don’t want you feeling like that,

With your love-life remaining static.

Why not try for a longer romance

Something poignant, then you might see

If you give this caring guy a chance,

A completely new side of me.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 01/08/2021

Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea – Finale.

A few days ago I reposted a story I wrote  about a woman on holiday, called Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea. See here:

A multiple word prompt story – Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea.

Well it didn’t seem finished and a few people told me that it needed some more, so I wrote part two here:

Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea – Part Two

But it still wasn’t finished. So here is the finale.

Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea – Finale

Jane walked down the street from the apartment complex to the main part of town. She heard a couple of guys wolf whistle as she went past. She smiled to herself. Her fifty-year-old body may not be as slim as it used to be, in fact curvaceous would have been a kinder description, but clearly, she still had it. Then she heard footsteps behind her. Angela was walking a long behind her wearing a white sarong dress over her black bikini with a black wide-brimmed hat. She wore stylish espadrille wedges on her feet that gave her extra height. Jane felt a pang of jealousy as she realised the wolf whistles hadn’t been for her at all but for Angela’s stunning twenty-something year old figure instead.

Angela walked up to her and gave her a warm smile. “Hi Jane, are you headed into town too? Do you mind if I join you?”

Continue reading Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea – Finale.

Happy Families – Part two

Yesterday I reposted a short story that I wrote a couple of years ago about the discovery of a secret from the past. This was the story:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/07/15/a-multi-prompt-short-story-happy-families/

This is part two.

My poor mother was clearly in no fit state to deal with the issues that had suddenly been dumped upon her. The storm knocking over Grandfather’s tree and exposing a body. The locket containing a key to a box kept locked for who knows how many years. Then finally the revelation of Great Aunt Sally’s diary. It had all been too much for Mother and she descended into tears.

I did the best thing I could do. I helped her into her bedroom, made her drink a glass of water containing her sleeping powders and put her to bed. I sat with her until her chest rose and fell in that steady rhythm of deep sleep. Her body looked so gaunt and frail. She had never been a big eater and living on her own, she clearly hadn’t been eating enough to keep her strength up. Any strength she’d had noticeably ebbed away with the shock of recent events. Her pale hair hung in wispy tendrils around her softly lined face. Her eyes were sunken. She looked more like an eighty-year-old rather than a woman in her sixties. In fact, she reminded me of Great Aunt Sally herself, who’d been eight-eight when she passed. The memory of her, reminded me of that leather-bound book I’d left in her old bedroom.

I walked slowly back down the landing to Great Aunt Sally’s bedroom and sat down upon the bed. A musty smell surrounded me as I sank into that old feather mattress. I picked up the diary. Dare I read this, knowing that it will bring me face to face with some dreadful reality? I knew I had to read on, no matter how dark the journey will be. This was a part of my family history. I prepared myself to amble through the past.

The book fell open at the front page, scrawled with those terrible words my Great Aunt had written ‘Why I killed my Sister today.’

It was clear that these words had been written in some time after the first entry below. Although it was the same hand, the fateful words had been written in a shakier less steady hand but was in clearer ink. The entries below appeared to have been written many years early. The ink was faded and it looked like it had been written in one of those scratchy old-fashioned pens.

The first date was December 25th, 1910.

I received this diary for Christmas and this is my first entry. Emma and I were so excited when we discovered Santa Claus had been. Both our stockings that we’d hung at the bottom of our bed were bulging, but Emma’s seemed to be more so than mine. I was pleased with my Christmas Orange and the walnuts. I had four but I think Emma had six walnuts but she hid two and said she’d only had four like me. We both had gifts wrapped in brightly colour paper and string. Emma’s was bigger than mine, as usual.

Well no surprise that my present was this diary, and I am quite pleased with it, but Emma’s present was much nicer. It was a wooden box carved with animals and the wood smelled so nice. I wish I had that box instead. Emma always gets the best. Just because she’s the elder by ten minutes and she has dimples and I don’t. I hate being a twin. Mother said it’s special being a twin because you always have a friend to play with, but I hate it, hate it, HATE IT.

January 30th, 1910

I am recovering in the infirmary because I fell out of our tree house. They were worried I may have been killed. I remember we were playing, Emma and I, but then as so often happened, she said something spiteful so I slapped her and we ended up fighting again. People may have thought it was an accident, but I know better. Emma pushed me. I heard the doctor talking to Mother, I have broken my legs but they will heal but the doctor said I had internal bleeding of the uterus and as such I may have issues in the future. I can’t say I understand much of the words he used but It sounds impressive. Mother came and sat with me and made a lot of fuss over me. It makes a change from Emma getting all the attention.

I flicked over some of the pages. The childish outbursts and pettiness irritated me. I hadn’t known Great Aunt Sally and my Grandmother had been twins, but I had never known my Grandmother at all. It was clear that not every day had an entry, or every week. Sometimes weeks would pass before something was recorded. As I skimmed over a couple of pages, this resulted in travelling through time by a few years, then another entry caught my eye.

August 21st, 1915.

Our first ball. When Mother had said it was time for us to attend our first summer party I was thrilled and so was Emma. We seem to have been getting on better lately and I must admit it is nice to have someone to talk to and share secrets with. Emma always seems to know just what I’m thinking. We have had new dresses made, in a light frothy lacy material. Mine has green trim around the neck, waist and hem whereas Emma’s dress has red ribbons. As we entered the room people stopped and stared at us. I must admit we looked lovely with our long hair neatly curled into ringlets. I couldn’t help but overhear Mrs Paxton say “Don’t they look adorable” as we walked past. Then spiteful Cathy Anderson said “Emma does, I don’t think green suits Sally at all.”

I would have said something back to her, Cathy with her terrible complexion! The Gall of it, but then I saw them. Theodore and Edgar Taylor. They are twins too! They are visiting from Carolina and we spent most of the evening talking together. What gentlemen and what lovely dancers.

August, 25th 1915

I have lost my heart completely. Theodore Taylor is the most handsome man I have ever met. Of course, his brother Edgar is nice too, but Theodore’s eyes are bluer and he is just a bit taller, I think.

September, 3rd 1915

The most horrible thing has happened. Theodore has asked Emma to marry him. Doesn’t he know I adore him? It was all Emma’s doing. She knew I loved him. Why did I tell her? Why? She set out to deliberately steal him from me. I will never forgive her, never, never, never.

June 2nd 1916

So today was Emma’s wedding to Theodore. I didn’t want to go, but Emma begged me to be her bridesmaid. She even shed tears. She could always turn on those tears when she wanted something. I relented in the end. I felt cold inside watching Emma walking down the aisle and Theodore standing there waiting for her. It should have been ME.

Something, at least, has come out of today. Edgar proposed to me. I was sitting outside the church and I couldn’t help shedding a little tear as Emma and my Theodore rode off in that carriage. Edgar thought I was sad to see Emma go, bless him. He actually got down on bended knee and proposed. I said I would have to think about it.

I don’t love him, but I think I will accept. He and Theodore are very close. Much closer that Emma and I will ever be.

I thought it odd that there was no mention of her own wedding day, I skimmed over the pages but I could see no mention of it whatsoever.

To be Continued……..

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 16/July/2018

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/07/16/rdp-46-open/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/07/16/amble/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/07/16/your-daily-word-prompt-noticeably-july-16th-2018/

FOWC with Fandango — Memory

PRUNING on a Sunday

Yesterday my Mum came to tea, and looking out at my garden she announced “What an overgrown mess!”

My ears could not believe this terrible calumny! This attack on my green and lush sanctuary, my little recreation of Eden. Then the scales fell from my eyes and I realised that my mother had spoken the truth and I had deceived myself.

I decided to redeem myself and so today I spent some hours doing some major pruning of the garden that has really grown due to all the heavy rain intermixed with short periods of sunshine. A major chopping back was something that the garden really did require and it has left me feeling totally exhausted (but just a bit pleased with my efforts).

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/07/11/rdp-sunday-calumny/

https://fivedotoh.com/2021/07/11/fowc-with-fandango-redeem/

Song Lyric Sunday – Brutality and Cruelty, History isn’t always resigned to the past.

The Song Lyric Sunday Challenge this week is to post a song with the theme of Brutal, Cruel, Frenzy, Savage, Violent.

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

https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2021/06/19/mercilessly-barbaric/

For those of you who know my taste in music or who have read some of my posts will glean that I like music that could be considered old-fashioned. In choosing something that meets the challenge, I decided to choose music that tackle the theme of brutal injustice.

Firstly this song, that uses a vocal technique to evoke the struggling of people working in a forced labour gang. Sam Cooke’s song – Chain Gang.

This song was released in July 1960 and was written by Sam Cooke and Charles Cook Jr.

[Intro]
Hoh ah, hoh, I hear something saying
Hoh ah, hoh ah
Hoh ah, hoh ah

[Chorus]
Well don’t you know
That’s the sound of the men
Working on the chain, gang
That’s the sound of the men
Working on the chain, gang

[Bridge]
All day long they’re saying, hoh ah
Hoh ah, hoh ah, hoh ah

[Chorus]
Well don’t you know
That’s the sound of the men
Working on the chain, gang
That’s the sound of the men
Working on the chain, gang

[Verse 1]
All day long they work so hard till the sun is going down
Working on the highways and byways and wearing, wearing a frown
You hear they moaning their lives away

Then you hear somebody say;
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[Chorus]
Well don’t you know
That’s the sound of the men
Working on the chain, gang
That’s the sound of the men
Working on the chain, gang

[Verse 2]
Can’t you hear them singing, mmm hoh ah
I’m going home one of these days
I’m going home, see my woman
Whom I love so dear
But meanwhile, I gotta work right here

[Chorus]
Well don’t you know
That’s the sound of the men
Working on the chain, gang
That’s the sound of the men
Working on the chain, gang

[Outro]
All day long they’re singing, mm hoh ah
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my work is so hard
Give me water, I’m thirsty, my, my work is so hard
Woah oh
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my work is so hard

Secondly I thought of another powerful song about brutal injustice – Strange Fruit performed by Billie Holliday

This song was written by Abel Meeropol and recorded by Billie Holliday in 1939.

While these songs are from the past, its a shame that what they were written about has not been consigned to history.

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/06/20/rdp-sunday-glean/

https://fivedotoh.com/2021/06/20/fowc-with-fandango-tackle/