No, No, No

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: NO/YES

I chose a song that I love, but find it a little hard to listen to. I don’t want to bore you with another personal drama…but basically, after my first boyfriend and I broke up, I heard this song a lot. I remember being over in Houston, Texas and for some reason this song seemed to be on the radio a lot. My American friends and I were singing along to it. In some ways it was good for me to be dancing and singing and laughing with friends…

…but inside my heart was breaking.

Fast forward around four years later. I moved to London. There were a lot of young people and although we were working hard, we also made time for lots of socialising. I remember going to a party in an apartment a few minutes from where I lived. The guy who hosted it loved reggae and the music that night was fun to dance to. Anyway….at one point I turned, and…can you imagine how I felt to see my first boyfriend there?

Caucasian, Model, Fashion, Female, Woman, Young Woman

Right on cue, Dawn Penn’s amazing track “No, No, No” started up. To be honest – it was absolute agony! I wanted to bolt. But I tried to dance. He danced with me. We did not speak while we were dancing. As soon as the song finished, I moved in the direction of the kitchen to fetch a drink. I was going to tell the guy who was hosting the party that I had to leave…when he came in (my ex boyfriend). We had a chat. It was enough to make me stay.

I soon realized he was living about ten minutes from me. Very mixed feelings about that. But I will say this, he was a big support to me and proved himself a true friend.

So….to relive the agony….let’s give Dawn penn’s sensational track another spin:


No no no
You don’t love me
Yes I know now

Coz you left me
Baby
And I got no place to go now

No no no
I’ll do anything you say boy

No no no
I’ll do anything you say boy

Coz if you asked me
Baby
I’ll get on my knees and pray boy

Written Bu: Dawn Penn, Bo Diddley and Willie Cobbs

Wait A Minute Mr Postman

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: HOLD/PAUSE/STOP/WAIT

Post, Postbox, Post Box, Mailbox, Mail

I always love it when the first song I think of is a sensation. As soon as I saw Jim’s theme for this week, my mind said “Wait a minute Mr Postman“. I love receiving handwritten letters. They are a rare treat nowadays, but I still send a lot of handwritten letters myself.

But this post is not about letter writing it is about marvellous music. How marvellous were The Marvelettes? I know other artists have recorded this song, but I still come back to this track.

I am sure there will be some great songs featured in this week’s SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY. Looking forward to seeing what you have chosen!

(Wait) Oh yes, wait a minute, Mr. Postman
(Wait) Wai-hey-hey-hey-it, Mr. Postman

(Please, Mr. Postman, look and see) Whoa yeah
(Is there a letter in your bag for me?) Please, please, Mr. Po-oh-ostman
(‘Cause it’s been a mighty long time) Whoa yeah
(Since I heard from this boyfriend of mine)

There must be some word today
From my boyfriend so far away
Please, Mr. Postman, look and see
Is there a letter, a letter for me?
I’ve been standin’ here waitin’, Mr. Postman
So so patiently
For just a card or just a letter
Sayin’ he’s returnin’ home to me

Please, Mr. Postman
(Please, Mr. Postman, look and see) Whoa yeah
(Is there a letter in your bag for me?) Please, please, Mr. Po-oh-oh-ostman
(‘Cause it’s been a mighty long time) Whoa yeah
(Since I heard from this boyfriend of mine)

So many days, you’ve passed me by
You saw the tears standin’ in my eye
You wouldn’t stop to make me feel better
By leavin’ me a card or a letter

Please, Mr. Postman, look and see
Is there a letter, oh yeah, in your bag for me?
You know it’s been so long
Yeah, since I heard from this boyfriend of mine

You better wait a minute, wait a minute
(Wait a minute, Mr. Postman)
Whoa, you better wait a minute
Please, please, Mr. Postman (Wait a minute, Mr. Postman)
Please check and see
Just one more time for me

You gotta wait a minute (wait), wait a minute (Wait a minute, Mr. Postman)
Oh you better wait a minute, wait a minute
Please, Mr. Po-ostman (Wait a minute, Mr. Postman)
Don’t pass me by, you see the tears in my eyes

You better wait (Wait)
Wait a minute (Wait a minute, Mr. Postman)
Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute
(Wait, wait a minute, Mr. Postman)
Please Mr. Postman

Written by: Georgia Dobbins, William Garrett, Freddie Gorman, Brian Holland and Robert Bateman

The Soundtrack Of My Lovelife

It’s bedtime for me and Jack. But I have been singing to Jack all day. While he is in the shower, I am going to compile a good night treat for you.

By now, I am sure you will have noticd that 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: USER CHOICE – GO YOUR OWN WAY OR DO YOUR OWN THING

Well….I have already submitted an entry for SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY, but I keep thinking of special songs, very special songs. So I am going to share some of the most meaningful songs, the soundtrack to my life, to my saga with Jack, and songs that have special ties to my heart.

Here goes!

To me the poignant lyrics to this song make it one of the most perfect love songs in music history. Originally penned by The Waterboys, this Kristina Train recording takes me to places not many songs can.

This is the song that makes me think of Goldfinch, for many reasons, but especially now that the 10,100 miles between London and Adelaide seem impossibly far away. I often think of him. The memories he has given me are dearly precious.

This is our song. Jack and I have a special connection to this song. He performed it live and he said he was singing it to me. I had no idea at the time, but even back then I was choked up. It has become even more special since we finally got together.

This song captures the feelings we had when we finally did get together. We knew we shared the same dreams, we knew we were perfect for each other! The determination we both had to face any challenges, any cruelty, and trolling that came. We just wanted to focus on each other. So far it is working great!

This song for me packs in everything that makes love wonderful, including love. Love, love, love…it is the essence of life. This song symbolises the joy and beauty and wonder of love and life and make me want to drop to my knees and express my thanks for being alive and experiencing love!

She’s Got A Sister

Erotica, Electric, Seductive, WomanJim Adams, aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: BROTHER/SISTER.

I wanted to go with The Hollies track “He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother“. I really did! I love that song! But I was so sure that would be picked by a lot of us that I decided to think of a less famous song.

I picked a song that I used to love singing. “She’s Electric“, is about a girl who has an eccentric family. She has a sister and a brother and a dozen cousins! Don’t ask me to explain! It’s one of the tracks from the “What’s The Story Morning Glory“, from the major Britpop band Oasis.

She’s electric
She’s in a family full of eccentrics
She’s done things I never expected
And I need more time
She’s got a sister
And god only knows how I’ve missed her
And on the palm of her hand is a blister
And I need more time

And I want you to know
I’ve got my mind made up now
But I need more time
And I want you to say
Do you know what I’m saying?
But I need more—
‘Cause I’ll be you and you’ll be me
There’s lots and lots for us to see
There’s lots and lots for us to do
She is electric, can I be electric too?

She’s got a brother
We don’t get on with one another
But I quite fancy her mother
And I think that she likes me
She’s got a cousin
In fact she’s got ’bout a dozen
She’s got one in the oven
But it’s nothing to do with me

And I want you to know
Got my mind made up now
But I need more time
And I want you to say
Do you know what I’m saying?
But I need more—
‘Cause I’ll be you and you’ll be me
There’s lots and lots for us to see
There’s lots and lots for us to do
She is electric, can I be electric too?
Can I be electric too?
Can I be electric too?
Can I be electric too?

Written by: Noel Gallagher

A Canadian Sunday

Vancouver, Canada, Sea, OceanJim Adams, aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: CANADIAN MUSIC

As soon as I knew that we were featuring Canadian musical artists this week, the first musician that came to my mind was Bryan Adams. I know there are others, but throughout my formative years Bryan Adams was always there in the background somewhere.

The huge challenge I had was to pick a favourite song. I would prefer to give you my top five BA tracks in all honesty. I think this one is somewhere up there at the top, along with “Heaven”, “Summer of 69” and “Everything I Do”.

I love this song, but the first time I read the lyrics I realized he is being a bit of a letch. He just needs to pick one girl and stick stick with her. I don’t like him stringing two women along. Nevermind…it is a great track!

She says her love for me could never die
But that’d change if she ever found out about you and I

Oh – but her love is cold
It wouldn’t hurt her if she didn’t know, ’cause…

When it gets too much
I need to feel your touch

I’m gonna run to you
I’m gonna run to you
Cause when the feeling’s right I’m gonna run all night
I’m gonna run to you
She’s got a heart of gold she’d never let me down
But you’re the one that always turns me on
You keep me comin’ ’round

I know her love is true
But it’s so damn easy makin’ love to you

I got my mind made up
I need to feel your touch

I’m gonna run to you
Yeah! – I’m gonna run to you
Cause when the feeling’s right I’m gonna stay all night
I’m gonna run to you

Yeah! – I’m gonna run to you
Oh when the feeling’s right I’m gonna run all night
I’m gonna run to you

Oh when the feeling’s right now

Oh! – I’m gonna run to you
Yeah! – I’m gonna run to you
Cause when the feeling’s right I’m gonna stay all night
I’m gonna run to you

Oh! – I’m gonna run to you
Yeah! When the feeling’s right I’m gonna stay all night
Oh when the feeling’s right now

Oh yeah when the feeling’s right now
I’m gonna run to you
Oh, oh

Yeah, I’m gonna run to you
Yeah, I’m gonna
Oh, I’m gonna run to you, run to you
Oh, I’m gonna run to you
Oh
Oh, I’m gonna run now

Written by: Bryan Adams and James Douglas Vallance

If It Makes You Happy, Why Are You So Sad?

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: CONTRASTS

photography of human faceI had to check with Jim what he had in mind for this theme…and he explained:

“…it should be lyrics that include stuff like black and white, loud vs. silent, wet vs. dry, or hot vs. cold, thus your lyrics or title should contain things that contrast with each other…”

This could be a very interesting theme and I look forward to seeing the songs chosen by other bloggers today 🙂

So, I found a number of songs that I thought might fit the bill, but this one was the first that came to mind – HAPPY/SAD as in Sheryl Crow’s “If It Makes You Happy“.

I’ve been long, a long way from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos,
And drank til I was thirsty again
We went searching through thrift store jungles
Found Geronimo’s rifle, Marilyn’s shampoo
And Benny Goodman’s corset and pen

Well, o.k. I made this up
I promised you I’d never give up

If it makes you happy
It can’t be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad

You get down, real low down
You listen to Coltrane, derail your own train
Well who hasn’t been there before?
I come round, around the hard way
Bring you comics in bed, scrape the mold off the bread
And serve you french toast again

Well, o.k. I still get stoned
I’m not the kind of girl you’d take home

We’ve been far, far away from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos
And everywhere in between
Well, o.k. we get along
So what if right now everything’s wrong?

Written By: Sheryl Crow and Jeff Trott

Prima Donna, Light Up The Stage

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: MUSICAL/OPERA

Far and above any other musical, I have seen “Phantom Of The Opera“. I cannot tell you how many times. The first time I saw it, I was a little girl. We watched it in Manchester. But I have seen it…goodness, it could be more than twenty times easily in London. I am not an obsessive fan. It’s just that whenever friends visited London they always seemed to want to see one musical. That’s how I ended up seeing it so many times.

For me there is no musical quite like it. I think many of you will have seen it, but for somebody who never has seen it, I assure you, the theatre experience is a sensation. I don’t want to drop any spoilers about the stage production, it’s better when it is a surprise for you. There is a reason why “Phantom Of The Opera” is one of the most successful stage musicals of all time. With lyrics from Charles Hart and music composed by Andrew Lloyd Webber (who I used to live very close to), this musical has one of the most famous scores of all time.

Phantom, Opera, Mask, Theatre, TheaterYou may hear some people dissing it. “Phantom Of The Opera” is a bit like Marmite it seems. I have seen it so many times that I don’t actually feel any desire to ever see it again! But yet I do applaud it for the fabulous score, the memorable set and costumes and for pulling on your heart strings. I saw another blogger mentioned today how many of us even found ourselves rooting for “the baddie”.

On stage, I love “Masquerade” and “Music Of The Night“. I always loved the lyrics and emotion in “Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again” and “”All I Ask Of You“”. But when the musical “Phantom Of The Opera” was given the silver screen dusting, another song stood out to me. I absolutely loved “Prima Donna“. This is my favourite part of the movie version in fact!

ANDRE:

Your public needs you!

FIRMIN:

We need you, too!

CARLOTTA:

Would you not rather have your precious little ingenue?

ANDRE/FIRMIN:

Signora, no! the world wants you!

Prima donna first lady of the stage!

Your devotees are on their knees to implore you !

Can you bow out when they’re shouting your name?

Think of how they all adore you!

Prima donna, enchant us once again!

Think of your muse and of the queues round the theatre!

Can you deny us the triumph in store?

Sing, prima donna, once more!

RAOUL:

Christine spoke of an angel . . .

CARLOTTA:

Prima donna your song shall live again!

ANDRE/FIRMIN:

Think of your public!

CARLOTTA:

You took a snub, but there’s a public who needs you!

GIRY:

She has heard the voice of the angel of music . . .

ANDRE/FIRMIN:

Those who hear your voice liken you to an angel!

CARLOTTA:

Think of their cry of undying support !

RAOUL:

Is this her angel of music?

ANDRE:

We get our opera

FIRMIN:

She gets her limelight!

CARLOTTA:

Follow where the limelight leads you!

MEG:

Is this ghost an angel or a madman.?

RAOUL:

Angel or madman . . .?

ANDRE/FIRMIN:

Leading ladies are a trial!

GIRY:

Heaven help you, those who doubt . . .

CARLOTTA:

You’ll sing again, and to unending ovation!

RAOUL:

Orders! Warnings! Lunatic demands!

GIRY:

This miscasting will invite damnation . . .

ANDRE/FIRMIN:

Tears . . . oaths . . .Iunatic demands

Are regular occurrences!

MEG:

Bliss or damnation?

Which has claimed her?

CARLOTTA:

Think how you’ll shine in that final encore!

Sing, prima donna, once more!

GIRY:

Oh fools, to have flouted his warnings!

RAOUL:

Surely, for her sake . . .

MEG:

Surely he’ll strike back . . .

ANDRE/FIRMIN:

Surely there’ll be further scenes worse than this!

GIRY:

Think, before these demands are rejected!

RAOUL:

…I must see these demands are rejected!

MEG:

…If his threats and demands are rejected!

ANDRE/FIRMIN:

Who’d believe a diva happy to relieve a chorus girl,

Who’s gone and slept with the patron?

Raoul and the soubrette, entwined in love’s duet!

Although he may demur, he must have been with her!

MEG/RAOUL:

Christine must be protected!

CARLOTTA:

0, fortunata! Non ancor abbandonata!

ANDRE/FIRMIN:

You’d never get away with all this in a play,

But if it’s loudly sung and in a foreign tongue

It’s just the sort of story audiences adore,

In fact a perfect opera!

RAOUL:

His game is over!

GIRY:

This is a game you cannot hope to win!

RAOUL:

And in Box Five a new game will begin . . .

GIRY:

For, if his curse is on this opera . . .

MEG:

But if his curse is on this opera . . .

ANDRE/FIRMIN:

Prima donna the world is at your feet!

A nation waits, and how it hates to be cheated!

CARLOTTA:

The stress that falls upon a famous prima donna!

Terrible diseases, coughs and colds and sneezes!

Still, the dryest throat will reach the highest note,

In search of perfect opera!

MEG/GIRY:

. . . then I fear the outcome . . .

RAOUL:

Christine plays the Pageboy,

Carlotta plays the Countess . . .

GIRY:

. . . should you dare to . .

MEG:

. . . when you once again . . .

ALL:

Light up the stage with that age old rapport!

Sing, prima donna, once more!

PHANTOM’S VOICE:

So, it is to be war between us!

If these demands are not met,

A disaster beyond your imagination will occur!

ALL:

Once more!

O Vilja What Are You Doing To Me?

Opera, Orchestra, Music, ConcertToday we are going to the opera!!! 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: MUSICAL/OPERA

I was very pleased to see Jim’s choice for today. Funny enough, the first time I ever participated in SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY, I chose an Italian operatic aria that matched the theme. I love OPERA. Not all OPERA. I am a little intimidated by some hardcore OPERA. But I am equally charmed and enraptured by other sensational and unforgettable nuggets of musical genius and vocal gymnastics that make my spirits soar.

My problem with today is…where do I begin? Did I ever tell you I trained to sing operatically? I can’t remember how much I have written about it. So many stunning songs spring to mind! I think I am going to limit myself to two choices. My first choice is classic OPERA. But later today I will feature a track from an Andrew Lloyd Webber musical that I enjoyed so much when it finally made the silver screen.

opsIt is the OPERA umbrella where I find it hard to choose just one track. To me the most moving arias are “O Belle Nuit D’Amour” from Offenbach’s Barcarolle…as well as a host of Puccini and Verdi showstoppers. However, I think today I am going to choose the first operetta I ever saw on stage.

The Merry Widow” is probably the best place to start if you have never seen live OPERA before. (When it comes to OPERA, in my opinion, it is better to start with light OPERA and build up to the more hardcore OPERA!) “The Merry Widow” is a light hearted OPERA (some opera is drastic and dire) with so much fun and great costumes. This is the creation of composer Franz Lehár, and  Viktor Léon and Leo Stein. The basic story line is that of a very rich widow who becomes the center of a matchmaking comedy. The other characters want to keep her money local so they try to engineer her marriage to a local Count. There are other intrigues going on though…and the scandal of a fan that bears the words “I LOVE YOU” is amusing to watch unfold.

I have included the lyrics and the English translation below, but I distinctly hear these lines which don’t appear in the lyrics.

Vilja oh Vilja, I’m under your spell

Am I in heaven? Or am I in hell

Vilja oh Vilja what can I do?

I cannot live without you

At the bottom of this post, I have tagged an amazing treat from Renée Flemming! (I almost chose her version of “Casta Diva” for today.

I am going to start with an English translation of the aria…

But now let’s do as we do at home
Let’s sing our ring dance rhyme
About a fairy known whom
at home we call Vilja!

Once lived a Vilja, a maid of the woods,
And hunter spotted her in rocky outcroppings!
The young boy, who was
Affected curiously by her presense,
He looked and looked
at the wood-maiden.
And a shudder the boy had never known
Took hold of him,
Longingly he began quietly to sigh!
Vilja, oh Vilja, you maid of the woods,
Take me and let me
be your dearest true love!
Vilja, O Vilja what are you doing to me?
Begs a lovesick man!

The maid of the woods stretched
her hand to him
And pulled him into her rocky home.
The boy nearly lost all his sense
And so she loved him and kissed him as no earthly child.
When she kissed him to his content
She disappeared in an instant!
The hunter waved goodbye only once before she vanished:
Vilja, oh Vilja, you maid of the woods,
Take me and let me
be your dearest true love!
Vilja, O Vilja what are you doing to me?
Begs a lovesick man!

_______________

…and here are the original lyrics…

Nun lasst uns aber wie daheim
Jetzt singen unseren Ringelreim
Von einer Fee, die wie bekannt
Daheim die Vilja wird genannt!

Es lebt eine Vilja, ein Waldmägdelein
Ein Jäger erschaut’ sie im Felsengestein!
Dem Burschen, dem wurde
So eigen zu Sinn
Er schaute und schaut’
Auf das Waldmägdlein hin
Und ein niegekannter Schauder
Fasst den jungen Jägersmann
Sehnsuchtsvoll fing er still zu seufzen an!
Vilja, o Vilja, Du Waldmägdelein
Fass mich und lass mich
Dein Trautliebster sein!
Vilja, O Vilja, was tust Du mir an?
Bang fleht ein liebkranker Mann!

Das Waldmägdelein streckte
Die Hand nach ihm aus
Und zog ihn hinein in ihr felsiges Haus
Dem Burschen die Sinne vergangen fast sind
So liebt und so küsst gar kein irdisches Kind

Als sie sich dann satt geküsst
Verschwand sie zu derselben Frist!
Einmal hat noch der Arme sie gegrüsst:
Vilja, o Vilja, Du Waldmägdelein
Fass mich und lass mich
Dein Trautliebster sein!
Vilja, O Vilja, was tust Du mir an?
Bang fleht ein liebkranker Mann!

A Doubly Cruel Summer

Bali, Sun, Summer, Indonesia, Pool, GirlI feel a little blue today. Jack is trying to cheer me up. I think it is just the sadness that follows an amazing week with family and then not knowing what to do with myself now I am back in London. Jack is such a sweetheart. He does not like to see me sad and has been trying to cheer me up. It will pass. It’s a mix of tiredness. missing the joy of being with family and dreading having to go back to (paid) work. Jack is  great. He really is.

I think I am also mourning the loss of summer. Spring and summer seem to have come and gone with me trapped inside the walls at work, missing out on the sunshine and verdant green. Most of that time I had no Jack. Now I have him. I am so glad. He is the best consolation, the best comfort, the best celebration in what seems to have been a cruel summer.

Jim Adams, aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and as you will have seen, this week he has chosen the theme: CRUEL/EVIL/HORRIBLE/MONSTER/WICKED. I already picked a song for today, Bananarama’s “Cruel Summer“. But I listened to the Taylor Swift “Cruel Summer” and I did enjoy it. I will let my friend know it gets the thumbs up from me.

 

Fever dream high in the quiet of the night
You know that I caught it (Oh yeah, you’re right, I want it)
Bad, bad boy, shiny toy with a price
You know that I bought it (Oh yeah, you’re right, I want it)

Killing me slow, out the window
I’m always waiting for you to be waiting below
Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes
What doesn’t kill me makes me want you more

And it’s new, the shape of your body
It’s blue, the feeling I’ve got
And it’s ooh, whoa oh
It’s a cruel summer
It’s cool, that’s what I tell ’em
No rules in breakable heaven
But ooh, whoa oh
It’s a cruel summer
With you

Hang your head low in the glow of the vending machine
I’m not dying (Oh yeah, you’re right, I want it)
We say that we’ll just screw it up in these trying times
We’re not trying (Oh yeah, you’re right, I want it)

So cut the headlights, summer’s a knife
I’m always waiting for you just to cut to the bone
Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes
And if I bleed, you’ll be the last to know

Oh, it’s new, the shape of your body
It’s blue, the feeling I’ve got
And it’s ooh, whoa oh
It’s a cruel summer
It’s cool, that’s what I tell ’em
No rules in breakable heaven
But ooh, whoa oh
It’s a cruel summer
With you

I’m drunk in the back of the car
And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (Oh)
Said, “I’m fine,” but it wasn’t true
I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you
And I snuck in through the garden gate
Every night that summer just to seal my fate (Oh)
And I scream, “For whatever it’s worth
I love you, ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?”
He looks up, grinning like a devil

And it’s new, the shape of your body
It’s blue, the feeling I’ve got
And it’s ooh, whoa oh
It’s a cruel summer
It’s cool, that’s what I tell ’em
No rules in breakable heaven
But ooh, whoa oh
It’s a cruel summer
With you

I’m drunk in the back of the car
And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (Oh)
Said, “I’m fine,” but it wasn’t true
I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you
And I snuck in through the garden gate
Every night that summer just to seal my fate (Oh)
And I scream, “For whatever it’s worth
I love you, ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?”
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Written by: Jack Antonoff, Annie Clark and Taylor Swift

It’s A Cruel, Cruel Summer

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: CRUEL/EVIL/HORRIBLE/MONSTER/WICKED

Well…erm I think I am going to choose as lighthearted a song as I can think of because this theme has thrown up some bizarre songs in my lyrics finder!

Beach, Vacation, Girl, Summer, Sea

I know there is a Taylor Swift song called “Cruel Summer”, which I need to listen to at some stage to please my friend, one of the most obsessive “Swifties” out there. But to me (child of the eighties) it is Bananarama who “own” that song title.

I love the video to this song…because although the lyrics give the impression that a lover has been abandoned in the height of a burning hot summer…these girls are still partying. I approve. In cases of abandonment, rather than sulking at home with a bottle of wine, get out and dance in the street with your mates if you can. It takes the sting out of a cruel summer.

Hot summer streets
And the pavements are burning
I sit around

Trying to smile
But the air is so heavy and dry

Strange voices are saying
What did they say
Things I can’t understand
It’s too close for comfort
This heat has got right out of hand

It’s a cruel, cruel summer
Leaving me here on my own
It’s a cruel, cruel summer
Now you’re gone

The city is crowded
My friends are away
And I’m on my own

It’s too hot to handle
So I got to get up and go

It’s a cruel, cruel summer
Leaving me here on my own
It’s a cruel,
It’s a cruel cruel summer
Now you’re gone
You’re not the only one

It’s a cruel, cruel summer
Leaving me
Leaving me here on my own
It’s a cruel,
It’s a cruel cruel summer
Now you’re gone

It’s a cruel, cruel summer
Leaving me here on my own
It’s a cruel, cruel summer
Now you’re gone
You’re not the only one

It’s a cruel, cruel summer
Leaving me
Leaving me here on my own
It’s a cruel,
It’s a cruel cruel summer
Now you’re gone
You’re not the only one

Written by the cracking team of:  Anthony John Swain,  Siobhan Maire Deirdre Stewart,  Steven Nicholas Jolley, Sarah Elizabeth Dallin, and  Keren Jane Woodward