Never Settle Down

upside.jpgJim Adams, aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: AROUND/DOWN/SIDEWAYS/UP

Jack told me which song to feature today! He has chosen a great song! However, I am going to relegate his first choice to my second choice. So if later today nobody else has featured Jack’s choice, I will give it a spin. Jack loves music, and he thinks SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY is a great idea – he is right isn’t he! We love it! It’s great that Jim is providing us with some fabulous themes with a huge array of musical choice available for us to take our pick.

robin and the girls

Instead of obeying Jack, I am going to feature a song that I thought could have also fitted in with another recent theme (I think it was  DRIFTER/VAGABOND?) Although, I would have a huge problem with the kind of man the song describes, the song itself just makes me laugh. I love it! I often find myself singing it just to amuse myself.

So ignore that the song makes the singer sound like a total sleazoid – just tap your feet and sing along to “The Wanderer” – as he tells us without any shame that he roams around around around, around!

Oh, well, I’m the type of guy who will never settle down
Where pretty girls are, well, you know that I’m around
I kiss ’em and I love ’em ’cause to me they’re all the same
I hug ’em and I squeeze ’em they don’t even know my name

They call me the wanderer
Yeah, the wanderer
I roam around, around, around, around

Oh, well, there’s Flo on my left and there’s Mary on my right
And Janie is the girl, well, that I’ll be with tonight
And when she asks me, which one I love the best?
I tear open my shirt and I show her “Rosie” on my chest

‘Cause I’m a wanderer
Yeah, the wanderer
I roam around, around, around, around

Oh, well, I roam from town to town
I go through life without a care
And I’m as happy as a clown
I with my two fists of iron but I’m going nowhere

I’m the type of guy that likes to roam around
I’m never in one place, I roam from town to town
And when I find myself fallin’ for some girl
Yeah, I hop right into that car of mine, I drive around the world

Yeah I’m a wanderer
Yeah, a wanderer
I roam around, around, around, around

Oh yeah, I’m the type of guy that likes to roam around
I’m never in one place, I roam from town to town
And when I find myself a-fallin’ for some girl
I hop right into that car of mine and drive around the world

‘Cause I’m a wanderer
Yeah, the wanderer
I roam around, around, around, around

Yeah, I’m the wanderer
Yeah, I’m a wanderer
I roam around, around, around, around

They call me the wanderer
Yeah, I’m a wanderer
I roam around, around, around, around

Written By: Ernie Maresca

You Make Me Take Off My Shoes Before You Let Me Get In

and it pours.jpgI don’t want to be sounding pessimistic here, but I have been contemplating folding up all my shorts, cropped trousers, floaty blouses and summery dresses and putting them into storage and pulling out all of my winter woolies. The weather is turning here in England.

We have a whole week of constant rain and drizzle ahead. I’m never ready for summer to end. But I have found that for over thirty years, spring has returned to England each year, usually in spectacular style. So for now…I will wrap up warm, find my boots and comfort myself with gingerbread lattes.

Jim Adams, aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: CLOTHING/HAT/PANTS/SCARF/SHIRT/SHOES/TIE

poseI surprised myself by listing a great long list of songs for today’s SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY. Great theme Jim. We are again spoilt for choice.

But in the end I had to go with my mood. I’m not going to explain everything right now, but you may be aware that something unexpected has happened in my life in the past week or so. Very unexpected indeed. My heart is up in the air.

I think I have mentioned in the past I have a problem with the whole idea of “celebrity”. I don’t agree with giving humans excessive glory, especially not for prancing around a stage in their knickers. But I have often crossed paths with celebrities for various reasons. Years ago it was when I was working in the music industry. But then when I started to centre my life around volunteering for various charities, all sorts of celebrities would like to get involved. Some I have actually got on with and liked, others not so much.

celeb.jpgOne particular national radio DJ and I, found ourselves sparring with each other, after the bombastic way he rolled into working with other volunteers. The numpty did something highly inappropriate and reprehensible on one of our projects. I had the privilege of sitting him down for the “who on earth do you think you are?” chat. Working with him left a bitter taste in my mouth. I felt as if he was only working with that particular charity to improve his own image in the media. A form of glory-hunting. If you want to be a volunteer, you ought to be selfless. Not having an ulterior motive of boosting your own popularity.

ignore paps.jpgAnyway…I digress. There is one particular celebrity who has had a massive impact on my life. That is the man I used to live with. Right I will avoid any further mention of Jack in this post. But let’s just say this, a couple of nights ago, we had a pivotal conversation during which I explained that I am not willing to live my life with the threat of celebrity culture and all of the viciousness that tags along with it, breathing down my neck. I want a normal life. One that ignores the existence of people with whom I am wholly unconnected taking photos of me, making comments about me and spreading outright lies about me. I did not mince my words. I hope very much I was understood.

no!I finished my little rant with the words “if I think I am going to be dragged through the hedge again or thrown in front of the bus – then it’s NO CANNOLI”. The person I was talking to started laughing at me using the expression “no cannoli”. So I made it personal and said that I was not impressed by what he might think he is because of the celebrity hype. I indicated that I am only interested in the real him. It was a very impassioned speech on my part. What I wasn’t expecting was the response that it provoked.

Well…thanks for letting me get that off my chest! That was the reason why I have chosen to feature a song that mentions shoes, if nothing else. Shania Twain, “That Don’t Impress Me Much”:

I’ve known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart
But you’ve got being right down to an art
You think you’re a genius, you drive me up the wall
You’re a regular original, a know-it-all

Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else

OK, so you’re a rocket scientist

That don’t impress me much
So you got the brain but have you got the touch?
Now don’t get me wrong, yeah, I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night

That don’t impress me much

I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocket
And a comb up his sleeve just in case
And all that extra-hold gel in your hair oughtta lock it
‘Cause Heaven forbid it should fall outta place

Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else

OK, so you’re Brad Pitt

That don’t impress me much
So you got the looks but have you got the touch?
Now don’t get me wrong, yeah, I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night

That don’t impress me much

You’re one of those guys who likes to shine his machine
You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in
I can’t believe you kiss your car good night
Now, c’mon, baby, tell me? You must be jokin’, right?

Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else

OK, so you’ve got a car

That don’t impress me much
So you got the moves but have you got the touch?
Now don’t get me wrong, yeah, I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night

That don’t impress me much
You think you’re cool but have you got the touch?
Now don’t get me wrong, yeah, I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm on the long, cold, lonely night

That don’t impress me much

OK. So, what do you think? You’re Elvis or something?

That don’t impress me much!
That don’t impress me much!

Written By: Robert John “Mutt” Lange and Shania Twain

 

The Creaks In The Floor

Puzzled blonde two females stand close to each other, curve lipsI mentioned earlier that I was very surprised at my original song choice when I checked my scheduled post for today’s SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY. Well this is the post I found, nobody has featured this song, so I am going to publish it. I noticed this post also explains why I have recently started to feature songs by a particular artist in some of my posts recently.

When I read through the lyrics to this song, which admittedly I have not thought about since I wrote this post a month ago, I remembered why it really appealed to me. I have added a paragraph to the end to explain why the lyrics struck a chord with me.

Jim Adams, aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: FLOOR/HOUSE/ROOF/WALLS

cornelia streetSurely I am not the only one who started singing “Up On The Roof” as soon as they saw this theme?

So, feeling we might end up a bit repetitive today, I was trying to find a different song to feature. I have chosen “Cornelia Street”, a song from Taylor Swift, because it mentions creaks in the floor. I too have creaks in my lovely wooden flooring. It makes me think someone else in the house, when there isn’t. So I memorise where they are, so that I don’t give myself a fright.

I have been travelling between London and Wales more often of late. Normally I catch a train. But recently a friend of mine said she was going up to see her family, so she offered me a lift in her car. Great! However, although I saved money on the train ticket, being a passenger in her car came at a price. It’s a price you are all going to pay for too!

TS1.jpgIt turns out she is a huge Taylor Swift fan. I am not a fan of anyone particularly. I am way past the stage when fandom seems like a balanced state of mind. I love variety. The variety of songs and genres featured is one of the reasons I love SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY so much! I can only take any artist in small doses. As soon as I have finished listening to one of their songs, I am ready to move on to someone else. So, can you imagine how I felt when after listening to every track on Taylor Swift’s new album, she wanted to listen to the whole thing again? Aaaaaagh!

I was ready to run screaming. And I don’t mean that unkindly about Taylor’s music. I just never ever listen to an entire album of any artist, and to have to listen to the whole thing through twice!!! (And…it’s not particularly my preferred genre of music.) I was tested to my limit. When I admitted that before that journey I could only mention with certainty one Taylor Swift song (Shake It Off – a karaoke memory of mine), my friend decided to correct matters by playing two of her previous albums on the return trip to London. Yay! Ugh. :/

out n about.jpgSo now next time we pass (if she is still camping out near my family member), I might even mention to her I like a couple of her songs. Nah! Maybe not. I don’t think she would really want a half-hearted compliment from me. In the meantime, I might feature some of her songs in my posts. I like the story-telling quality in her songs, I will say that. Nice voice. Of the handful of her songs I have seen a video of, I can see that some of her videos are superb (as you’d expect from a big budget), a couple I do not like at all – but that’s because I am a gentle soul. Some lyrics I really enjoyed, others not so much. I don’t like over-produced music. Hey I am an indie rock child – it was all about guitars. But if there is an acoustic version of any of her songs I will happily listen to them. I genuinely liked some of what I heard. But I can’t listen to hours of the same artist. Small doses please – preferably stripped back to acoustic, so my senses can make out what it is I am listening to.

This is a song I liked, and for some time I have had the feelings expressed in her lyrics, whenever I thought of being on the road where Jack and I shared a flat. Only, I don’t feel that way after the phone call I had (the first of two phone-calls I had from him this week). By the time this post is published, I will be on the other side of London, all because of the second phone-call I received from him.

We were in the backseat
Drunk on something stronger than the drinks in the bar
“I rent a place on Cornelia Street”
I say casually in the car
We were a fresh page on the desk
Filling in the blanks as we go
As if the street lights pointed in an arrow head
Leading us home

And I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends
I’d never walk Cornelia Street again
That’s the kinda heartbreak time could never mend
I’d never walk Cornelia Street again
And baby, I get mystified by how this city screams your name
And baby, I’m so terrified of if you ever walk away
I’d never walk Cornelia Street again
I’d never walk Cornelia Street again

Windows flung right open, autumn air
Jacket ’round my shoulders is yours
We bless the rains on Cornelia Street
Memorize the creaks in the floor
Back when we were card sharks, playing games
I thought you were leading me on
I packed my bags, left Cornelia Street
Before you even knew I was gone

But then you called, showed your hand
I turned around before I hit the tunnel
Sat on the roof, you and I

I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends
I’d never walk Cornelia Street again
That’s the kinda heartbreak time could never mend
I’d never walk Cornelia Street again
And baby, I get mystified by how this city screams your name
And baby, I’m so terrified of if you ever walk away
I’d never walk Cornelia Street again
I’d never walk Cornelia Street again

You hold my hand on the street
Walk me back to that apartment
Years ago, we were just inside
Barefoot in the kitchen
Sacred new beginnings
That became my religion, listen

I hope I never lose you
I’d never walk Cornelia Street again
Oh, never again
And baby, I get mystified by how this city screams your name
And baby, I’m so terrified of if you ever walk away
I’d never walk Cornelia Street again
I’d never walk Cornelia Street again

I don’t wanna lose you (Hope it never ends)
I’d never walk Cornelia Street again
I don’t wanna lose you (Yeah)

“I rent a place on Cornelia Street”
I say casually in the car

Written By: Taylor Swift

He Takes Herbal Baths

country house1Jim Adams, aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: FLOOR/HOUSE/ROOF/WALLS

I checked my SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY post last night and I was very surprised at my original choice. Because Jim lets us know the theme’s in advance I sometimes schedule them to be published an entire month in advance. And I must admit, I was wondering what on earth I was thinking. I obviously was not myself when I chose that song. I might publish that other post later tonight. Let’s see if anyone else picks that other song.

back in the day.pngSo I hastened to correct matters quickly. This is a song I have been hoping to feature in SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY, and today’s theme allows me to do so.

I was thirteen the first time I saw Blur play live at the G-Mex in Manchester. I bunked off school that day because I had a detention which would have made me late for the concert. So instead I spent the whole day in Manchester with my school bag (uniform stuffed inside it). There is a long version of the story of what happened that day, but I wont bore you right now.

In 1995, there was a big battle of the bands between the band I featured in last week’s SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY, Oasis, and the band I am featuring today, Blur.

This is the song that won the Number One spot. I still say that is partly because they gave more attention to providing a great video to go along with the track. But it stands on it’s own legs. Blur were doing something very right back then. Their lyrics and music captured the spirit in Britpop. Lads and ladettes were out in track suits and flat trainers and everyone had a bit of an attitude, including finding amusement in the upper classes and the wealthy.

Anyway…I now present to you the iconic Blur anthem “Country House” – enjoy!!!

So the story begins

City dweller, successful fella
Thought to himself, “Oops, I’ve got a lot of money”
Caught in a rat race, terminally
I’m a professional cynic but my heart’s not in it
I’m paying the price of living life at the limit
Caught up in the century’s anxiety
Yes, it preys on him, he’s getting thin
Try the simple life

He lives in a house
A very big house in the country
Watching afternoon repeats
And the food he eats in the country
He takes all manner of pills
And piles up analyst bills in the country
Oh, it’s like an animal farm
That’s the rural charm in the country

He’s got morning glory and life’s a different story
Everything’s going Jackanory
Touched with his own mortality
He’s reading Balzac and knocking back Prozac
It’s a helping hand that makes you feel wonderfully bland
Oh, it’s a century’s remedy for the faint at heart
A new start
Try the simple life

He lives in a house
A very big house in the country
He’s got a fog in his chest
So he needs a lot of rest in the country
He doesn’t drink, smoke, laugh
Takes herbal baths in the country
But you’ll come to no harm
On the animal farm in the country
In the country, in the country, in the country

Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don’t know why
Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don’t know why

Oh, he lives in a house
A very big house in the country
Watching afternoon repeats
And the food he eats in the country
He takes all manner of pills
And piles up analyst bills in the country
Oh, it’s like an animal farm
That’s the rural charm in the country
Oh, he lives in a house
A very big house in the country
He’s got a fog in his chest
So he needs a lot of rest in the country
He doesn’t drink, smoke, laugh
Takes herbal baths in the country
But you’ll come to no harm
On the animal farm in the country

I’m In The Corner

I have two days completely free this week. No plans at all. So today, I decided to go walking. It’s something I love to do when I have chance. Walking for miles across London. I stopped in a cafe halfway and sat in the corner drinking a soya cappuccino and listening to the music that was playing. I really enjoyed being a lady of leisure.

tracks.jpgMy head has been buzzing with music for the past few days, after my two evenings out at the weekend. I don’t really listen to dance music at home. So I heard so many tracks and tunes that I was unfamiliar with. If you are a dancer it doesn’t matter too much, you pick up on the beat and rhythm.

I keep trying to google some of the music I remember hearing at the weekend. But I’m not finding much. Nevermind!

Dance music to me is great for dancing! I don’t really want to listen to it at home anyway. Except…every now and then I hear a track that I just cannot get enough of. It happened with Robyn. What a tune! What a track! Love love loved it! It’s still one of my favourite dance tracks of all time.

I Wish We Could Fly Away

weekend nearly overThe weekend is flying by at an alarming pace! It’s almost Monday here in England which means we  all go back to the grindstone! So I am going to make the most of the rest of today by ringing my sister and going for a shuffle (that’s how I would describe my attempts to jog!)

You may have noticed that I have already published a post today for SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY. But I am going to post a second, because I don’t believe anyone has featured it today and I would like to introduce you to a band I used to love as a teenager.

Jim Adams, aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: BIRD/FLY/SKY/WING

band.jpgHave you ever heard of Echobelly? Did you ever go and see them live? If you did, then you will know why they were one of my favourite bands. I loved their live sound, probably more than their studio recordings.

And I thought their lead singer had a great voice. She was an absolute pleasure to listen to. At the time there were some interesting male voices on the scene. From the rough and ready end who slurred the lyrics, to the electro-tweaked shrieky voices. I loved female voices setting off tracks that were indulgent in heady guitar riffs. It really was music to the ears!

The track I have chosen is one of their lesser known songs perhaps. But it qualifies for today’s SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY theme. This is “Worms and Angels”

Here and now, we are alone
Time, she will hold her breath
Only the worms and angels

Know our names
But they have not found us
Although they surround us
I feel the distance closing

Come along, for you and I know
We’ve lived through the centuries
We’ve ridden the darkest horses

All our lives
We hunted our enemies
We fought with a fallacy
It’s time we were all God’s children

Far away, the galaxies soar
The stars are exploding still
I wish we could fly away
Fly away

Here and now, for you and I know
That true love is deathless
These crumbling days are ending

By my side
Let’s walk in the garden
We’ll sleep in the ivy
We’ll be with the worms and angels

I Just Wanna Flyyyyyyyyy

flyyyyyyyyyy (2)Jim Adams, aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: BIRD/FLY/SKY/WING

I am in a really funny mood at the moment. I have had tunes running through my head from the time I worked for the record company. Boy did I listen to a lot of music back then. Music I never hear on the radio anymore. Boy did I go and see a lot of bands play. Sometimes I notice that twenty years later, some of these bands might play somewhere not far away, Hammersmith or Brixton (where I noticed Shed Seven are playing soon :/  I wonder if Taylor Swift will be there! They have let me in on the private joke amongst all Londoners who are scratching their heads wondering why on earth she would be having nights out in Brixton). I don’t go to see the bands I used to like twenty years ago. That was then. That’s not who I am today. Still, I don’t mind giving some of those tunes a spin occasionally.

young.jpgThe song I have chosen features the word “fly” or as you will hear in the song “flyyyyyyyyy”! The first time I heard this song, it was my brother who was playing it. Then I saw the video on a music show on television. It caught my attention. The band, Oasis, caught a lot of people’s attention. Very quickly they gained enormous popularity here in the UK. There is still an entire generation of men who seem to model their wardrobe, speech and attitude on the infamous Gallagher brothers. (It’s rather old for me nowadays, can’t be putting up with that nonsense.)

I have a major aversion to drug and alcohol abuse. So I am not going to big up Oasis all that much. But I do appreciate their musical talent, the phenomenal sound of the guitars in their tracks and some great lyrics. This was the first Oasis song I heard. I was a big fan back in the day. My pocket money did go on their singles, albums and tickets to their concerts.

I think this was probably the single that triggered a wave of Oasis-fandom that is still a soft spot in the hearts of many English men today.

Maybe I don’t really wanna know
How your garden grows
‘Cause I just wanna fly
Lately did you ever feel the pain
In the morning rain
As it soaks you to the bone

Maybe I just wanna fly
Want to live I don’t wanna die
Maybe I just wanna breathe
Maybe I just don’t believe
Maybe you’re the same as me
We see things they’ll never see
You and I are gonna live forever

I said, maybe I don’t really wanna know
How your garden grows
‘Cause I just wanna fly
Lately did you ever feel the pain
In the morning rain
As it soaks you to the bone

Maybe I will never be
All the things that I wanna be
Now is not the time to cry
Now’s the time to find out why
I think you’re the same as me
We see things they’ll never see
You and I are gonna live forever

Maybe I don’t really wanna know
How your garden grows
‘Cause I just wanna fly
Lately did you ever feel the pain
In the morning rain
As it soaks you to the bone

Maybe I just wanna fly
Want to live I don’t wanna die
Maybe I just wanna breathe
Maybe I just don’t believe
Maybe you’re the same as me
We see things they’ll never see
You and I are gonna live forever

Written By: Noel Gallagher