I Just Wanna Feel Real Love

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: TOUCH/FEEL.

A long list of songs with the word “TOUCH” came to mind, but when I checked the lyrics of each song I had thought of, they seemed a bit creepy. So I have chosen to play safe and not get too touchy feely.

robaNow, did I ever tell you that I went through a stage of handling Robbie Williams’ fan mail? I was working for a record company up in Manchester, and he had recently left Take That. Literally sacks of post would arrive for him. He was in pretty bad shape back then, I am sure he would be the first to admit that.

He seems relatively happier and healthier these days. That is all I would want for any fellow human – to be happy and healthy. After leaving Take That, Robbie has gone on to have some massive hits of his own, and is still a very popular entertainer. I have chosen his song “Feel” for today’s SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY.

Come and hold my hand
I wanna contact the living
Not sure I understand
This role I’ve been given

I sit and talk to God
And He just laughs at my plans
My head speaks a language
I don’t understand

I just wanna feel
Real love feel the home that I live in
‘Cause I got too much life
Running through my veins
Going to waste

I don’t wanna die
But I ain’t keen on living either
Before I fall in love
I’m preparing to leave her

Scare myself to death
That’s why I keep on running
Before I’ve arrived
I can see myself coming

I just wanna feel
Real love feel the home that I live in
‘Cause I got too much life
Running through my veins

Going to waste
And I need to feel real love
And a life ever after
I cannot give it up

I just wanna feel real love
Feel the home that I live in
I got too much love
Running through my veins
To go to waste

I just wanna feel real love
In a life ever after
There’s a hole in my soul
You can see it in my face
It’s a real big place

Come and hold my hand
I wanna contact the living
Not sure I understand
This role I’ve been given
Not sure I understand
Not sure I understand
Not sure I understand
Not sure I understand

Written By: Robbie williams and Guy Chambers

I Promise I’ll Be Better

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: PROMISE/VOW/OATH

portsThis is another track chosen by a friend. This is friend is Heather. Heather and I met about ten years ago when we worked on a project at a large sports stadium, setting up for a huge charity event. Now, at the time I had no idea that Heather’s parents were divorcing. But Heather said that I helped to distract her from many sad thoughts at the time.

We had a blast on that project. I remember it well, we were singing and dancing while we worked. It was a lot of fun. It was some time after the project that she explained what was happening at home and told me how grateful she was for that project which helped her keep positive and through which she made many great friends.

Heather has told me that this was a song she listened to a lot back then. I always thought it was a sad song, but I did admire Pink. I still think she has some great tracks, but I think this is probably the first song that I remember hearing from her. Today’s song (thanks to Heather) is “Family Portrait” from Pink.

Momma please stop crying, I can’t stand the sound
Your pain is painful and it’s tearin’ me down
I hear glasses breaking as I sit up in my bed
I told dad you didn’t mean those nasty things you said

You fight about money, ’bout me and my brother
And this I come home to, this is my shelter
It ain’t easy growing up in World War III
Never knowing what love could be
You’ll see
I don’t want love to destroy me like it has done my family

Can we work it out? (Can we?) Can we be a family? (Can we?)
I promise I’ll be better (I promise), Mommy I’ll do anything (I’ll do anything)
Can we work it out? Can we be a family?
I promise I’ll be better, Daddy please don’t leave

Daddy please stop yelling (Stop), I can’t stand the sound (Can’t stand the sound)
Make mama stop crying, ’cause I need you around
My mama she loves you, no matter what she says it’s true
I know that she hurts you, but remember I love you, too

I ran away today, ran from the noise, ran away (Ran away)
Don’t wanna go back to that place, but don’t have no choice, no way
It ain’t easy growing up in World War III
Never knowing what love could be
Well I’ve seen
I don’t want love to destroy me like it did my family

Can we work it out? (Can we work it?) Can we be a family?
I promise I’ll be better, Mommy I’ll do anything
(I promise I’ll do anything to keep you there)
Can we work it out? Can we be a family?
I promise I’ll be better (I promise, I promise), Daddy please don’t leave

In our family portrait (In our family portrait) we look pretty happy (We look pretty happy)
Let’s play pretend, let’s act like it comes naturally
I don’t wanna have to split the holidays
I don’t want two addresses
I don’t want a step-brother anyways
And I don’t want my mom to have to change her last name

In our family portrait we look pretty happy
We look pretty normal, let’s go back to that
In our family portrait we look pretty happy
Let’s play pretend, act like it goes naturally

In our family portrait we look pretty happy
(Can we work it out? Can we be a family?)
We look pretty normal, let’s go back to that
(I promise I’ll be better, Mommy I’ll do anything)

In our family portrait we look pretty happy
(Can we work it out? Can we be a family?)
Let’s play pretend and act like it comes so naturally
(I promise I’ll be better, Daddy please don’t leave)

In our family portrait we look pretty happy
(Can we work it out? Can we be a family?)
We look pretty normal, let’s go back to that
(I promise I’ll be better, Daddy please don’t leave)

In our family portrait we look pretty happy
(Can we work it out? Can we be a family?)
We look pretty normal, let’s go back to that
(I promise I’ll be better, Daddy please don’t leave)

Daddy don’t leave
Daddy don’t leave
Daddy don’t leave
Turn around please
Remember that the night you left you took my shining star?
Daddy don’t leave
Daddy don’t leave
Daddy don’t leave
Don’t leave us here alone

Mom will be nicer
I’ll be so much better, I’ll tell my brother
Oh, I won’t spill the milk at dinner
I’ll be so much better, I’ll do everything right
I’ll be your little girl forever
I’ll go to sleep at night

Written By: Alecia Moore and Scott Storch

Get On The Floor

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: GIVE/GET/TAKE/RECEIVE/SEND

floorDue to prolonged tiredness from being over-werked (uttered in my most scouse accent!), I am featuring the song choices of friends this month. The friend who has chosen this song is from Liverpool. His name is Dan. Dan loves nothing better than a party. He turns up everywhere. I bumped into him at an event in London.

Well…he and I have texted since then and he wants to know all about what is going on with Jack and me. So, I told him that while Jack is in England, a lot is going on between him and me. But annoyingly, Jack is going to be away more often than he is here. It really sucks!

Anyway, Dan seems to want to  cheer me up with sending me bizarre videos and photos. He is one of those blokes…always has something to make you laugh. Anyway, this is Dan’s choice…he picked Jennifer Lopez “(Get) On The Floor”. I hope you have your dance shoes on!

J-Lo!
Ya tú sabes, no es más nada

It’s a new generation (Mr. Worldwide) of party people

Now, get on the floor (dale)
Get on the floor (dale)
RedOne!

Let me introduce you to my party people in the club, huh

I’m loose
And everybody knows I get off the chain
Baby it’s the truth, it’s the truth
I’m like Inception, I play with your brain
So don’t sleep or snooze
I don’t play no games so don’t do-do-don’t get it confused no
‘Cause you will lose yeah
Now, now pump-pump-pump-pum-pum-pump-pump it up
And back it up like a Tonka truck
Dale

If you go hard you gotta get on the floor
If you’re a party freak then step on the floor
If you’re an animal then tear up the floor
Break a sweat on the floor
Yeah we work on the floor
Don’t stop keep it moving
Put your drinks up
Pick your body up and drop it on the floor
Let the rhythm change your world on the floor
You know we’re running tonight on the floor
Brazil, Morocco
London to Ibiza
Straight to L.A. New York
Vegas to Africa (Dale!)

Dance the night away
Live your life and stay young on the floor
Dance the night away
Grab somebody, drink a little more
(Así mismo, así me gusta, así me gusta, así me gusta)
Lalalalalalalalalalalalalala-a
Tonight we gon’ be it on the floor
Lalalalalalalalalalalalalala-a
Tonight we gon’ be it on the floor
(Let’s rock)

I know you got it clap your hands on the floor
And keep on rockin’, rock it up on the floor
If you’re a criminal kill it on the floor
Steal it quick on the floor, on the floor
Don’t stop keep it moving
Put your drinks up

It’s getting ill
It’s getting sick on the floor
We never quit, we never rest on the floor
If I ain’t wrong we’ll probably die on the floor
Brazil, Morocco
London to Ibiza
Straight to LA, New York
Vegas to Africa (Dale!)

Dance the night away
Live your life and stay young on the floor
(Ha, dale, así me gusta)
Dance the night away
Grab somebody, drink a little more
(Dale, así me gusta, así me gusta, así me gusta)

Lalalalalalalalalalalalalala-a
Tonight we gon’ be it on the floor
Lalalalalalalalalalalalalala-a
Tonight we gon’ be it on the floor

Lalalalalalalalalalalalalala-a
Tonight we gon’ be it on the floor
Lalalalalalalalalalalalalala-a
Tonight we gon’ be it on the floor

That badonka donk is like a trunk full of bass on an old school Chevy
Seven tray donkey donk
All I need is some vodka, some chonkey Coke
And watch it she gon’ get Donkey Konged
Baby if you’re ready for things to get heavy
I get on the floor and act a fool if you let me
Dale
Don’t believe me just bet me
My name ain’t Keith but I see why you sweat me
L.A. Miami New York
Say no more get on the floor
Get on the floor

Lalalalalalalalalalalalalala-a
Tonight we gon’ be it on the floor
Lalalalalalalalalalalalalala-a
Tonight we gon’ be it on the floor
Lalalalalalalalalalalalalala-a
Tonight we gon’ be it on the floor

Written By: Bilal “The Chef”, Kinnda Hamid, Gonzalo Hermosa, Ulises Hermosa, AJ Junior, Nadir “RedOne” Khayat, Teddy Sky and Armando Perez

 

 

 

 

Growing Up In The North

Arch, Architecture, Bridge, BritainJack laughed when I told him I had recruited help for all of my SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY choices because my brain seems to be scrambled after all this overtime. He had a few suggestions of his own. Most of them didn’t strike a chord with me. But he mentioned The Charlatans, a band I remember liking during the Britpop era.

This song entitled “North Country Boy”, is a fine track on it’s own. I had always presumed they were another band from Manchester, but apparently they were from the West Midlands. Hearing their music again brings back lots of memories of the whole Britpop/Madchester era.

I loved the music scene when I was a teenager. I saw so much live music, bands who defined the era at the time. Growing up in the north is something I do feel kind of proud of, even though it seems a long time since I left.

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: NORTH/SOUTH/EAST/WEST

Hey country boy
Hey country boy
What are you sad about
Everyday you make the sun come out
Even in the pouring rain
I’ll come to see you
And I’ll save you, I’ll save you

What do you care about
And she said “this and that”
What do I mean to you
I’ll show you if you want the truth
I can’t remember
I don’t know how to tell you
But I love you just the same

How many eyes
Must a young girl have
I know she makes you cry
I know she makes you laugh
I’ll be good to you if I could I’d make you happy
If I had a son I’d be good to my daddy
Who loves you though I bet it’s not the same
As your north country boy

Hey country boy
What are you sad about
I think we’ll work it out
Even in the morning rain
He’ll come to see you
Hope your feelings are the same

How many ears must a young girl have
I know she hears you cry
I know she hears you laugh
Itchy and Scratchy come runnin’ up the alley
If you’ll be good I’ll be good to your daddy
Who loves you but I bet it’s not the same
As your north country boy

What do you care about
And she said “this and that”
What do I mean to you
I’ll show you if you want the truth
I threw it all away
I don’t know where I put it
But I miss it all the same

How many eyes must a young girl have
I know she makes you cry
I know she makes you laugh
I’ll be good to you if I could I’d make you happy
If I had a son I’d be good to my daddy
Who loves you but I bet it’s not the same
As your north country boy

Written By: Martin Victor Blunt, Jon Brookes, Timothy Burgess,

Mark Vincent Collins and Robert James Collins,

No Moral Compass Pointing Due North

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: NORTH/SOUTH/EAST/WEST

I have found over these past few weeks that while I am working these crazy hours, my brain is deteriorating! It really is! I can’t think clearly or concentrate, I am struggling to remember, and imagination and creativity are dwindling. This tiredness has accrued and around the middle of February I began to notice I was so exhausted I had no energy to do anything outside of work.

Hand, Light, Compass, Dark, NatureWell…for my SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY choices this month, I had to ask friends to come up with something. I have ended up with some weird and bizarre songs. I have to say my music tastes are so much more fun loving. Some of my friends listen to weird stuff. Oh well, as I am still too tired to think…we will roll with my friend’s choices for the rest of the month.

So, Lorna who lives in a tiny flat in Tufnell Park, but regularly squeezes thirty or so of us into her home for drinks and snacks and other fun…suggested this song which she told me has the word NORTH in it. Lana Del Ray with “Ride“. I didn’t have the patience to watch the whole video myself, but I think the music starts at around 3:25. Seems the character in the video is a lost little chipmunk who has no idea where she is going but thinks she is free.

I was in the winter of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only summer.
At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, dancing and laughing and crying with them.
Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour, and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times.
I was a singer. Not a very popular one,
I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken.
But I didn’t really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is.
When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I’d been living, they asked me “Why?”, but there’s no use in talking to people who have home.
They have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lay your head.
I was always an unusual girl.
My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean…
And if I said I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way I’d be lying…
Because I was born to be the other woman.
Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone.
Who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.

I’ve been out on that open road
You can be my full time daddy,
White and gold
Singing blues has been getting old
You can be my full-time baby,
Hot or cold

Don’t break me down
I’ve been travelin’ too long
I’ve been trying too hard
With one pretty song

I hear the birds on the summer breeze,
I drive fast, I am alone in midnight
Been tryin’ hard not to get into trouble,
But I, I’ve got a war in my mind
So, I just ride, just ride,
I just ride, just ride

Dying young and I’m playing hard
That’s the way my father made his life an art
Drink all day and we talk ’til dark
That’s the way the road dogs do it: ride ’til dark.

Don’t leave me now
Don’t say good-bye
Don’t turn around
Leave me high and dry

I hear the birds on the summer breeze,
I drive fast, I am alone in midnight
Been tryin’ hard not to get into trouble,
But I, I’ve got a war in my mind
I just ride, just ride,
I just ride, just ride

I’m tired of feeling like I’m crazy
I’m tired of driving ’til I see stars in my eyes
All I’ve got to keep myself sane, baby
So I just ride, I just ride

I hear the birds on the summer breeze,
I drive fast, I am alone in midnight
Been tryin’ hard not to get into trouble,
But I, I’ve got a war in my mind
I just ride, just ride,
I just ride, I just ride

Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people, and finally I did on the open road.
We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art.
Live fast. Die young. Be wild. And have fun.
I believe in the country America used to be.
I believe in the person I want to become.
I believe in the freedom of the open road.
And my motto is the same as ever:
“I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I’m at war with myself I ride, I just ride.”
Who are you?
Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?
Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?
I have. I am crazy.
But I am free.

Written By: Lana Del Rey and Justin Parker

You’ll Never Hear The Wolf Cry To The Blue Corn Moon

Month, Wolf, Reef, Night, HowlingJim Adams, aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: LISTEN/HEAR/TALK/SPEAK

I need to point that we are on Cara-meltdown alert! Since the start of 2020, I have been working around 60 hours every week…and I am officially zonked! So…I have been asking friends, colleagues and family for suggestions for my SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY posts.

Expect a very mixed variety of songs from me this month. This is the choice of my little friends Shannon and Finn. I am not very up to speed with Disney, I must admit, however, I do remember really liking this song. I never did get round to watching Pocahontas.

I like the song though. I love creation…so of course I love the lyrics! This is “Colours Of The Wind”, I think sung by Connie Talbot…we might have to confirm that!

You think you own whatever land you land on
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name

You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You’ll learn things you never knew you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or ask the grinning bobcat why he grins
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once never wonder what they’re worth

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle in a hoop that never ends

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or ask the grinning bobcat why he grins
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind

How high does the sycamore grow
If you cut it down then you’ll never know

And you’ll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind

You can own the earth and still
All you own is earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind

Written By: Alan Menken and Stephen Schwartz

I Feel It In My Fingers, I Feel It In My Toes

ftJim Adams, aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: ANKLES/HANDS/FEET/FINGERS/TOES/WRISTS

As soon as I saw this theme one song came to mind and I have not been able to get past it. It’s a great song. But when Wet Wet Wet covered it (and it was used in the soundtrack for the movie “Four Weddings And A Funeral”) it ended up on The Number One spot in the British charts for a whopping fifteen weeks! So by the end of that summer of 1994, we were all sick to the back teeth of hearing it on the radio!

A lot of us have mixed feelings about that song due to hearing it more times than you should hear a song in your lifetime. But it is a fantastic song. Nobody can deny that. Originally The Troggs of course. The version by Wet Wet Wet has a different sound to it.

But it has been a while since I gave this song a spin. Since I am still in a romantic mood, I present to you “Love Is All Around” covered by Wet Wet Wet.

I feel it in my fingers
I feel it in my toes
Love is all around me
And so the feeling grows
It’s written on the wind
It’s everywhere I go, oh yes it is
So if you really love me
Come on and let it show
You know I love you, I always will
My mind’s made up by the
Way that I feel
There’s no beginning,
There’ll be no end
’cause on my love you can depend
I see your face before me
As I lay on my bed
I kinda get to thinking
Of all the things you said, oh yes I did
You gave your promise to me and i
Gave mine to you
I need someone beside me
In everything I do, oh yes I do
You know I love you, I always will,
My mind’s made up by the
Way that I feel
There’s no beginning,
There’ll be no end
’cause on my love you can depend
Got to keep it moving
Oh it’s written in the wind
Oh everywhere I go, yeah, oh well
So if you really love me, love me, love me
Come on and let it show
Come on and let it show
Come on and let it
Come on and let it (come and let it show, baby)
Come on, come on, come on let it show baby
Come on and let it show
Come on and let it show, baby
Come on and let it show

By bit (bit by bit, bit by bit)….

Written By: Reg Presley