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3 Day Lyric Challenge: Day 3

A three-day lyrical challenge
The Rules:
1 .Thank the person who nominated you.
2 .Share one of your favourite song/lyrics one at a time for three days.
3 .Nominate three other bloggers each day. (or one, one is probably enough)
Day 3: I’m tagging Kate

Thank you again, Ivor – it’s been fun.

Tracy Chapman’s lovely voice sings loud and clear, railing against abuse and poverty. I don’t need to  introduce my goosebump-inducing choice; it speaks for itself.

Tracy Chapman: Behind the Wall

Last night I heard the screaming
Loud voices behind the wall
Another sleepless night for me
It won’t do no good to call
The police always come late
If they come at all

And when they arrive
They say, “they can’t interfere
With domestic affairs,
Between a man and his wife.”
And as they walk out the door
The tears well up in her eyes

Last night I heard the screaming
Then a silence that chilled my soul
I prayed that I was dreaming
When I saw the ambulance in the road
And the policeman said,
“I’m here to keep the peace.”
Will the crowd disperse
I think we all could use some sleep”

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Call me greedy if you like, but I’m lightening the tension with a pretty song about air It’s one of the songs I sang to my children when they were small – along with anything else I enjoyed, from Leonard Cohen to Steppenwolf.

The Incredible String Band: Air

Breathing, all creatures are
Brighter then than brightest star
You are by far
You come right inside of me
Close as you can be
You kiss my blood
And my blood kiss me

3 Day Lyric Challenge: Day 2

A three-day lyrical challenge

The Rules:

1 .Thank the person who nominated you.
2 .Share one of your favourite song/lyrics one at a time for three days.
3 .Nominate three other bloggers each day. (or one, one is probably enough)

Day 2: I’m nominating Raili

Thank you for nominating me for this challenge, Ivor. You’ve added a fresh dimension to my blog.

Today I’m using the challenge to focus on homelessness, which is on the increase in the UK as in many other parts of the world. Our heartless government is turning the screws, introducing policies that result in some of the most vulnerable people being thrown onto the streets. We have become a miserable nation. Poverty, desperation and suicide are all on alarming increase.

I’ve chosen Ralph McTell’s classic song Streets of London, which was what originally alerted me to the reality of life on the streets. It has been covered numerous times, and is to homelessness what Barry Mcguire’s song, The Eve of Destruction, is to war.

This is my favourite video of Ralph singing this, since it features him over the years. demonstrating how his voice has become richer with maturity. It includes a short interview near the end.

Have you seen the old man
In the closed-down market
Kicking up the paper,
With his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride
Hand held loosely at his side
Yesterday’s paper telling yesterday’s news

So how can you tell me you’re lonely,
And say for you that the sun don’t shine.
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind

Have you seen the old girl
Who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
She’s no time for talking,
She just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home in two carrier bags.

So how can you tell me you’re lonely,
And say for you that the sun don’t shine.
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind

In the all night cafe
At a quarter past eleven,
Same old man sitting there on his own
Looking at the world
Over the rim of his tea-cup,
Each tea lasts an hour
Then he wanders home alone

So how can you tell me you’re lonely,
Don’t say for you that the sun don’t shine.
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind

Have you seen the old man
Outside the Seaman’s Mission
Memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears
In our winter city,
The rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world that doesn’t care

So how can you tell me you’re lonely,
And say for you that the sun don’t shine.
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind

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3 Day Lyric Challenge: Day 1

Ivor has tagged me in a challenge. I expect he saw me curled up under my dining table and felt sorry for me. It’s not the way it sounds. I crawled under there to retrieve a chocolate that I mislaid a few of weeks ago. I found something that looked chocolate shaped and assumed the grey-green organic-looking stuff was a coating of mould, so I ate it. How was I to know it was my son’s stash? Anyway, I’m awake now, and ready to carry out the challenge.

If you believe any of what I have just written, then you don’t know that I’ve been infected by a recently discovered germ which goes by the name of Paulococcus Sunstoneria. It gets into the brain and causes its victims to write shameless nonsense. Click on the link below to find out more about this. I make no apology for bringing up Paulococcus Sunstoneria, since, despite its peculiar nature, it is believed to be a deterrent against war.

So, back to the challenge:

A three-day lyrical challenge

The Rules:

1 .Thank the person who nominated you.
2 .Share one of your favourite song/lyrics one at a time for three days.
3 .Nominate three other bloggers each day. (or one, one is probably enough)

Day 1, I’m nominating Paul.

Heh heh heh

I have to start with Leonard Cohen; he has been with me since he released his first single, Suzanne, in the late 1960s. His voice and lyrics have soothed me through all kinds of tribulation and continue to do. These days I have a need for silence, but I hear his songs in my head and I sing along with him.

The song was written in 1966 by Leonard Cohen in a hotel room, where he also wrote:

The room is too hot. I can’t open the windows. I am in the midst of a bitter quarrel with a blonde woman. The song is half-written in pencil but it protects us as we manoeuvre, each of us, for unconditional victory. I am in the wrong room. I am with the wrong woman.

In 1976 I walked away from the man I love, since it was the right thing to do. By this time the song had been covered by several artists, and Cohen himself had included it in his album, The Songs of Leonard Cohen. I played the album over and over, each time holding my breath, waiting for one song, so I was unable to fully enjoy the other tracks – all of which deserved my full attention. The song is Hey, That’s No Way to say Goodbye.

I’ve chosen the Leonard Cohen/Julie Felix version. I was fortunate enough to see Cohen live in the mid 1970s when his encore stretched out to become a repeat of the set arrangement. It was almost the end of a tour, and he was emotional. Rather than looking forward to a rest, he seemed to wasn’t it to go on forever.

I’ve seen Julie Felix twice, a pleasant, friendly woman who cheerfully converses with  her fans during the interval – and in the street, as my mother discovered.

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm
Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm
Yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new
In city and in forest they smiled like me and you
But now it’s come to distances and both of us must try
Your eyes are soft with sorrow
Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye

I’m not looking for another as I wander in my time
Walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme
You know my love goes with you as your love stays with me
It’s just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea
But let’s not talk of love or chains and things we can’t untie
Your eyes are soft with sorrow
Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm
Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm
Yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new
In city and in forest they smiled like me and you
But let’s not talk of love or chains and things we can’t untie
Your eyes are soft with sorrow
Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye