11.7.08

Singing in the Rain!

A Photo a Day
The North York Moors
11.07.08



Another foggy, wet, cold day!
Blue tagged me, asking me to choose 8 records for a desert island....
here is my choice!









1. My Sweet Lord, George Harrison, one of the best records I ever bought!
2. Rocket Man, Elton John. I remember the poster of Elton...I stuck it on the wall with bostik! Like any other 15 year old I moved my room round regularly....ahem! The wallpaper came off with the poster!
3. Life on Mars. When I was at 6th form lots of my friends were just discovering pubs...my mum's friend and neighbour worked in the pub, so I could never go in as mum would have found out...so I bought records with my pocket money. Hunky Dory was one of my first!
4. Reach out! A few years down the line, teaching in Nottingham I shared a house with Janet. We would get a bottle of cider in and sing along to this. The Salt Seller would make do for a microphone...I still know the words and the cough! LOL!
5.Pet Shop Boys..this record was constantly being played on the radio. I loved it! I bought it in 1986 when I moved back home with mum. It was playing when I got a job I had applied for. I played it all the way back home, non stop.
6. Common People, Pulp. This has been described as the best pop song of the present generation. It has all the elements required apparantly! I just love it. It is one of those songs I have to play at full volume and sing along to!
7. Fleetwood Mac....our favourite CD must be Rumours, but this track is again one I must sing along to...awesome.
8. Back for Good.....Take That! I was thrilled when they re-formed. Lets hope they are indeed Back for Good! LOL! Yet another one I love to sing along to.

So, I would be happy with these on my Desert Island. All would evoke memories from various times in my life!
What would you choose?

Hope you enjoyed listening and singing along to!
I have even located the lyrics...
from the top now..
1,2,3.......

My sweet lord
Hm, my lord
Hm, my lord

I really want to see you
Really want to be with you
Really want to see you lord
But it takes so long, my lord

My sweet lord
Hm, my lord
Hm, my lord

I really want to know you
Really want to go with you
Really want to show you lord
That it wont take long, my lord (hallelujah)

My sweet lord (hallelujah)
Hm, my lord (hallelujah)
My sweet lord (hallelujah)

I really want to see you
Really want to see you
Really want to see you, lord
Really want to see you, lord
But it takes so long, my lord (hallelujah)

My sweet lord (hallelujah)
Hm, my lord (hallelujah)
My, my, my lord (hallelujah)

I really want to know you (hallelujah)
Really want to go with you (hallelujah)
Really want to show you lord (aaah)
That it wont take long, my lord (hallelujah)

Hmm (hallelujah)
My sweet lord (hallelujah)
My, my, lord (hallelujah)

Hm, my lord (hare krishna)
My, my, my lord (hare krishna)
Oh hm, my sweet lord (krishna, krishna)
Oh-uuh-uh (hare hare)

Now, I really want to see you (hare rama)
Really want to be with you (hare rama)
Really want to see you lord (aaah)
But it takes so long, my lord (hallelujah)

Rocket Man
She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine a.m.
And i'm gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much i miss my wife
It's lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight

And i think it's gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think i am at home
Oh no no no i'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone


Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it's cold as hell
And there's no one there to raise them if you did
And all this science i don't understand
It's just my job five days a week
A rocket man, a rocket man


And i think it's gonna be a long long time..


Life on Mars
It's a God awful small affair
To the girl with the mousey hair,
But her mummy is yelling, "No!"
And her daddy has told her to go,
But her friend is no where to be seen.
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seats with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the silver screen,
But the film is sadd'ning bore
For she's lived it ten times or more.
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on

Sailors
Fighting in the dance hall.
Oh man!
Look at those cavemen go.
It's the freakiest show.
Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy.
Oh man!
Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show.
Is there life on Mars?

It's on America's tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow.
Now the workers have struck for fame
'Cause Lennon's on sale again.
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibeza to the Norfolk Broads.
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns,
But the film is a sadd'ning bore
'Cause I wrote it ten times or more.
It's about to be writ again
As I ask you to focus on

Sailors
Fighting in the dance hall.
Oh man!
Look at those cavemen go.
It's the freakiest show.
Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy.
Oh man!
Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show.
Is there life on Mars?


Reach Out
Now if you feel that you can't go on (can't go on)
Because all of your hope is gone (all your hope is gone)
And your life is filled with much confusion (much confusion)
Until happiness is just an illusion (happiness is just an illusion)
And your world around is crumbling down, darlin
Reach out come on girl reach on out for me
Reach out reach out for me
I'll be there with a love that will shelter you
I'll be there with a love that will see you through

When you feel lost and about to give up (to give up)
Cause your life just ain't good enough (just ain't good enough)
And your feel the world has grown cold (has grown cold)
And your drifting out all on your own (drifting out on your own)
And you need a hand to hold, darlin
Reach out come on girl reach out for me
Reach out reach out for me
I'll be there to love and comfort you
And I'll be there to cherish and care for you

I'll be there to always see you through
I'll be there to love and comfort you
I can tell the way you hang your head (hang your head)
Your not in love now, now your afraid (you're afraid)
And through the tears you look around (look around)
But there's no piece of mind to be found (no piece of mind to be found)
I know what your thinking,
You're alone now, no love of your own, but darling
Reach out come on girl reach out for me
Reach out reach out.......... just look over your shoulder
I'll be there to give you all the love you need
And I'll be there you can always depend on me
I'll be there to always see you through
I'll be there to love and comfort you


"It's A Sin"

(Twenty seconds and counting...
T minus fifteen seconds, guidance is okay)
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When I look back upon my life
It's always with a sense of shame
I've always been the one to blame
For everything I long to do
No matter when or where or who
Has one thing in common, too

It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a sin
It's a sin
Everything I've ever done
Everything I ever do
Every place I've ever been
Everywhere I'm going to
It's a sin

At school they taught me how to be
So pure in thought and word and deed
They didn't quite succeed
For everything I long to do
No matter when or where or who
Has one thing in common, too

It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a sin
It's a sin
Everything I've ever done
Everything I ever do
Every place I've ever been
Everywhere I'm going to
It's a sin

Father, forgive me, I tried not to do it
Turned over a new leaf, then tore right through it
Whatever you taught me, I didn't believe it
Father, you fought me, 'cause I didn't care
And I still don't understand

So I look back upon my life
Forever with a sense of shame
I've always been the one to blame
For everything I long to do
No matter when or where or who
Has one thing in common, too

It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a sin
It's a sin
Everything I've ever done
Everything I ever do
Every place I've ever been
Everywhere I'm going to - it's a sin
It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a sin
It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a sin

(Confiteor Deo omnipotenti vobis fratres, quia peccavi nimis cogitatione,
verbo, opere et omissione, mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa)
[trans. "I confess to almighty god,
and to you my brothers,
that I have sinned exceedingly
in thought, word, act and omission,
through my fault, through my fault,
through my most grievous fault"]

(Zero!)


Common People
She came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge,
she studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College,
that's where I,
caught her eye.
She told me that her Dad was loaded,
I said "In that case I'll have a rum and coca-cola."
She said "Fine."
and in thirty seconds time she said,

"I want to live like common people,
I want to do whatever common people do,
I want to sleep with common people,
I want to sleep with common people,
like you."

Well what else could I do -
I said "I'll see what I can do."
I took her to a supermarket,
I don't know why but I had to start it somewhere,
so it started there.
I said pretend you've got no money,
she just laughed and said,
"Oh you're so funny."
I said "yeah?
Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here.
Are you sure you want to live like common people,
you want to see whatever common people see,
you want to sleep with common people,
you want to sleep with common people,
like me."
But she didn't understand,
she just smiled and held my hand.
Rent a flat above a shop,
cut your hair and get a job.
Smoke some fags and play some pool,
pretend you never went to school.
But still you'll never get it right,
cos when you're laid in bed at night,
watching roaches climb the wall,
if you call your Dad he could stop it all.

You'll never live like common people,
you'll never do what common people do,
you'll never fail like common people,
you'll never watch your life slide out of view,
and dance and drink and screw,
because there's nothing else to do.

Sing along with the common people,
sing along and it might just get you through,
laugh along with the common people,
laugh along even though they're laughing at you,
and the stupid things that you do.
Because you think that poor is cool.

I want to live with common people,
I want to live with common people etc...

Peacekeeper
We make all of our suns the same
Every one will suffer the fire weve made
They all explode just the same
And theres no going back on the plans weve made

Peacekeeper take your time
Wait for the dark of night
Soon all the suns will rise
Peacekeeper dont tell why
Dont be afraid to fight
Love is the sweet surprise

Only creatures who are on their way
Ever poison their own well
But we still have time to hate
And theres still something we can sell

Chorus

When the night is cold and still
When you thought youd had your fill
Take all the time you will
This is not a test, its not a drill
Take no prisoners, only kill

You know all of our friends are gods
And they all tell us how to paint our face
But theres only one brush we need
Its the one that never leaves a trace

Chorus
When the night is cold and still
When you thought youd had your fill
This is not a test, its not a drill
Take no prisoners, only kill


Back for Good!
I guess now it's time for me to give up
I feel it's time
Got a picture of you beside me
Got your lipstick mark still on your coffee cup
Got a fist of pure emotion
Got a head of shattered dreams
Gotta leave it, gotta leave it all behind now

Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn't mean it
I just want you back for good
Whenever I'm wrong just tell me the song and I'll sing it
You'll be right and understood

Unaware but underlined I figured out this story
It wasn't good
But in the corner of my mind I celebrated glory
But that was not to be
In the twist of separation you excelled at being free
Can't you find a little room inside for me

Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn't mean it
I just want you back for good
Whenever I'm wrong just tell me the song and I'll sing it
You'll be right and understood

And we'll be together, this time is forever
We'll be fighting and forever we will be
So complete in our love
We will never be uncovered again

Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn't mean it
I just want you back for good
Whenever I'm wrong just tell me the song and I'll sing it
You'll be right and understood

I guess now it's time, that you came back for good

17 comments:

i beati said...

I loved your comment to me stating that you had a mum who did all those industrius things. Mine too ironing sheets even. I loved their industrious ways yet I think I do a lot but nothing compared to the canning ladies of that era..

Jo said...

What a gorgeous picture of the moors. It's just how I imagine them.

I can't listen to Fleetwood Mac's "Rumors".

"Don't stop, thinking about tomorrow,
Don't stop, it'll soon be here,
It'll be, better than before,
Yesterday's gone, yesterday's gone."


Okay, now I'm ready to get up and dance. ♪♫♪

Jo said...

I meant I can't listen to it without singing along....

♪♫♪

Unknown said...

Mrs N you astound me with your musical taste!!

George Harrison, Elton John, Fleetwood Mac (Our daughter was born to Fleetwood Mac!)Pet Shop Boys, Take That, Bowie - wow ee!!

Fantastic choices. Lesley's father's favourite was My Sweet Lord (so she's crying now, but it's always a happy memory of him when that song plays so she thanks you!)

I drove through those misty hills today by the way!!
Cheers
Gary

Dr.John said...

It was nice of you to supply the lyrics.
What are you playing these on on your island?

Anonymous said...

A great selection of music Denise. I would be happy to listen to any of them ~ the Pet Shop Boys bring back a lot of memories of my youth.

I love the photo too ~ how I miss the North York Moors!

Marie x

RamblingWoods2.com said...

That fog looks interesting..our fog just looks foggy. GG. Great, more songs to replace the old ones stuck in my head..

Cath said...

Great shot of the moors - typical weather of the moors!!!

Excellent choices - I love every single one of them.

Kyanite said...

Excellent choices & what a brill. way to share.
Only one thing, you forgot to say which one you MUST keep - LOL!

Did the 1471 thing - I've got you logged now - TY.

Blue
x

ArneA said...

the photo is a brilliant example of the possibilities that are around us every day, and that camera and sunsets or other colorful clouds are the only acceptable situation.
Thanks.

Libbys Blog said...

Music is the soul to our lovely memories, Its a way to remember. Its usually the only way I can remember now I'm getting old! lol!!!

SandyCarlson said...

This is a great list. I could enjoy life on that island.

Your weather makes for great photography. I hope things warm up for you, though!

Andrea said...

I wish we could get some rain in Georgia. Your picture looks so inviting for someone who is starving for rain.

Hope you have a wonderfil weekend.

CherryPie said...

That photo is wonderful, such a lovely atmosphere. Hope you have a great weekend :-)

Jane Hards Photography said...

Otherwordly is how i would describe the pic. As for the music choices, I am mainly with you on your wonderful eclecti mix.

DeeJay said...

My all time favourite Fleetwood album is TUSK but Rumours comes a close second

Leslie: said...

LOVE your selection of music! Takes me baaaaaaackkkkk........lol