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Cheers Phill Spike Milligan is a favourite of mine he was genius. I don't think I could ever be as clever as him.
Brian you are right the stuff we experience on our not so extraordinary life's can be turned into interesting entertaining stuff if we stand back and think about it. Though I suspect my life observation doesn't always resonate with the good folk of chordie as I can be a bit of beat..
Got up early this morning.
The birds outside were singing.
During all that early time.
They had all the whistle and chirps.
Out here in the suburbs.
While I silently.
Couldn’t find a single word.
Not even a tune.
That would have made me happy.
Even if It sounded absurd.
Things and all my thoughts lost in the obscure.
Lost in a misty cloud above.
Even my guitar.
Couldn’t pull out a word.
I moved onto the piano.
It just sat quietly looking at me.
It didn’t give me pity.
I thought it would at least play me a ditty.
As I gently caressed her keys.
She gave no love back to me.
Oh well.
At least the birds sang to me.
Full of joy.
In their tree sanctuaries.
The rubbish truck pulled up.
With a noisy screech of brakes.
It emptied the bin.
Got rid of our rubbish.
Helping clearing the clutter in my head.
That’s when I thought of something.
Finally I was feeling the joy.
Making a tune.
She who must be obeyed.
Yelled stop making that noise.
Jim your singing and guitar playing is better than what I do. You got a great sort of Bob Dylan way of doing music.
Grah polý kalá. Good to hear you putting out some more music. My Maree is Greek and sometimes it is hard for her to translate Greek songs into English for me because of the way Greeks put sentences together. Greek words don't necessarily have a direct English translation.
If anyone is reading this I would love to see some more comments posted on here about this one as I think Brian and Phill have made a first class song track.
Phill and Brian that is a world class song well written by Brian and a brilliant rendition by Phill.
Phill that is a good poem short and sweet it flows and is straight to the point. It is early Saturday morning here in NZ and like you I find the morning is a good time for me when I am the only one up and about. Since we retired Maree doesn't. surface until about nine. Back when I was working she use to be up at about 5 , 30 am. Though nowadays she quiet often stays up until 2am. I like to hit the sack before midnight. I write most of my stuff on the fly and mornings are mostly when I will put it all together things from days before that have caught my attention. Nowadays instead of writing stuff down with pen and paper when I am out I will quickly record my my thoughts using the voice recorder on my smart dog and bone (phone).
I love it Pete. You come up with some quirky stuff that everyone can identify to. I hate the plastic Pam's my self, if it ain't natural it ain't real!
Cheers Phill I am not sure if my of beat way of looking at things in words works or is relatable to many. I guess that is what writing is about being true to yourself. Like you Phill plastic fantastique's don't do it for me.
Brian thank you for taking the time to read this and make a comment. Keep true to your quirkiness'.
I think this poem explains itself ?
Nothing Flash
I don’t want to spend my life running around like a headless chicken.
Don’t want to chase the wind.
I don’t want a lot.
I’m happy with what I’ve got.
I’m happy with what I’ve got.
I said I don’t want one of those disposable wives.
You know those sort that go to plastic surgeons.
And they will cut them up to make them brand new.
I want a lady that loves me for what I am.
And can grow old naturally.
I don’t want nothing flash.
I don’t need a lot of cash.
Just a little stash just in case.
But I don’t buy flash things.
I don’t want to be seen in all those flash places.
Where everyone wears a lot of bling.
Possessions don’t mean a lot.
Love means more to me.
And someone who genuinely wants to be next to me.
Don’t want to run around like a headless chicken.
Don’t want to chase the wind.
Just want to be happy where I am.
Where I am.
I don’t need a flash car.
I just want to get to A to B.
And I want to see things like the mountains and the sea.
I don’t care about diamonds and gold.
As long as you aint cold.
I want someone warm and loving next to me.
I want someone warm and loving next to me.
Thank you Brian. Phill and Jim for taking time to read and your kind comments. I needed to write my thoughts down as Maree and I were in a state of shock when I wrote it.
I haven't heard from Bill for months he has stopped replying to my emails and also hasn't posted on his blog since June. I will attach an abridged part of his last blog on where to now bud as I think it was cleverly written.
June 30, 2020
Hello again from Bill Graig,
(psssst! remember to scroll down and click "Read More" to see the whole entry. Thanks!
Say you have a friend, and you and that friend forged that bond called "Friendship"
You're "Buds", "Homies", "Pals" - Maybe you never call each other that to your faces. You don't need to, do ya? It's just there, right?
Right. It's there. Just a-hangin' in the air. No worries, no cares, 'cause your bud's right there.
Bill Craig
Poets, songwriters can use the above for free. It's some of my best rhymin'.
Did I make my point about the "great forge of the bond"?
One day you find out your friend's going to be leaving - to move far away. You have a little time to get used to it, so you use that time to fill up your head with the memories, the kindnesses, the laughs and the good times. Storing it up, because it might be a long time before you see each other again. A "long time" when you're 70, ain't that long, and you can quote me on that!
So the "Day" finally gets here, and you're dreading the saying goodbye part, practicing your lines; you know, all that stuff that gets said, all the well-meaning "lies" which get told: "I'll call you", "We'll get together for sure" etc. etc.
Ready? Ready!
You're standing at your window, because you want to make sure it's the right time to come out and do that huggin' slap on the shoulder thing (all the time keeping in mind there's a virus out to kill you both, of course).
But.
And y'all could see that "but" coming a mile away, right? That "but" has one o' them "Back-up Beepers", but... ........
......
Your friend's car pulling out of the drive.
Huh?
Yep, and you, you dumb ass, you go running after, thinking "Surely my Buddy didn't mean to forget!", but back in what you call your "mind" you know that "Somethin' ain't right between Bugscuffle and Dot".
How does that make you feel? How does that make you feel about this little "scenario", friends and neighbors?
Angry? Well, sure. We're talking about some serious time invested in this little "deal"!
What's that? - "How does that make me feel?"
Weeeelllll, I'll tell ya'. I ain't worked it all through yet, but damn' I got some good ol' adrenaline goin' with that temper of mine (hadn't had me a tantrum in a while - me being a gentle soul and all) and I started with that. Grrrrrrr!
But maybe, just maybe.......I imagined it all. That friendship, I mean. Maybe It wadn't one o' them BFF's I keep hearin' about, but maybe just an "SBF"? (Okay. It means "Single Best Friend"
Bill Graig
Ken now I have heard you perform your song it is definitely up there with the folk songs that need to be sung in order to keep people aware of injustice.
Trev that has to be a film theme I think you nailed it.
I wrote this about our friend who we just found out had passed away.
Frances
When I was a foreigner in your land.
You treated us like family.
Now here I am feeling devastated.
Nearly in Tears.
For nearly Forty years.
You have been our friend.
Even though we lived in different parts.
You became part of our family’s heart.
Never losing contact.
Even when we came back here.
It always felt like you were near.
Every Christmas and Birthday.
Your cards would come.
Written by hand.
Never missing a beat.
Every year on repeat.
It was lovely it was sweet.
For four months now not a word.
Nothing at Christmas.
Nothing on birthday.
I thought maybe your cards had gone astray.
Or maybe you had gone away.
It now has come as a devastating shock.
You were no longer living on the same block.
When I typed your name into the internet
I found out you had gone.
You had left us four months ago.
With no one to let us know.
In a sad internet notice to the world.
From a lawyer it said.
You lived alone and had no known close family.
All those good friends.
Living near.
Who you treated like family dear.
Had already passed away.
All that remained close were your pets.
The cats the dogs the birds that you loved until your death.
Now needing a new home.
Lawyers arranged for you to be taken to a crematorium.
The funeral directors notice.
Short and sweet.
Name
Date of birth and death.
No family mention just a line saying you loved your pets.
We didn’t know you had gone too soon.
Thinking you were there.
We had sent you letter and cards.
In the old fashion way that appealed to you.
Something that not many people do today.
But specially for you we kept it that way.
With return address on the back just in case they couldn’t get through.
Nothing came back.
No return to sender.
In those words of Elvis that people knew.
It was only now we know.
In this hour.
Looking at your name on google.
We know that it was four months ago.
When you had to go.
It feels even sadder.
To have Mr and Mrs Google inform us of your death.
Another great song Ken with a look at the sad way people have treated each other. I hope things have improved since the time in history your song writes about.
Jim, I have never been to Prince Edward Island I just read it being described as a land cradled in the waves. I also see another one of its informal names is "Garden of the Gulf", referring to the pastoral scenery and lush agricultural lands. Prince Edward Island geography looking at it on the internet, has an evocative romance of its own in the same way your song of lost love, brings that out the romance of that place. I was thinking it is most probably somewhere on the same coast of Canada where some legends of Chordie live, Tenement Funster and Bad Eye our Nova Scotia representatives. Excellent lyric writing Jim..
I can imagine a Scottish man wearing his Kilt singing that. Excellent lyrics so far ctech.
Phill and EB that is clever. Big thank you to Mojo for making January 2021 Texas month here on chordie it has made this site come alive.
Zurf I love that crisp sound your guitar strings make . The high tones sound great without too much bass sound.
hope it's ok - made a couple small changes and added a verse.
This needs a chorus too.
She rode my horse like her butt was on fire..
Her tight blue jeans up to her waist.
Her chequered shirt tied 2 inches higher.
with ruby lips that I'd love to tasteI had just arrived back home in Texas.
After spending six months out at sea.
she was a little rough around the edges
but that just stoked a ship's fire in me.we got together at the local watering hole
to quench our thirsts with whiskey and beer
then she started dancing out of control
I thought " what the heck am I doing here ?
I went to bar to order another beer.
When the bartender lent over and quietly said to me.
That Gal aint no Texas Rose she's a San Pedro Cactus.
Don't want to burst your bubble bud there will be trouble.
She aint the sort we want in here,.
So make this your last beer.
Take her with you get out of here.
I don't want no trouble.
Back to you guys best I could come up with Jim your add on real good..
Goodnight Jim Bob!
Pete how about this for your opening line...
She rode my horse like her butt was on fire..
Her tight blue jeans up to her waist.
Her chequered shirt tied 2 inches higher.
And I had to ride hard to keep up.I can imagine it sung to a kind of ghost riders beat. Over to you
I had just arrived back home in Texas.
After spending six months out at sea.
Looking at her belly button.
Brought out more of my naval instincts in me.
Back to you Phill or anyone else with a verse.
I look forward to hearing you do this one Jim.
Thank you everyone for supporting Brian . If your wondering how the comp works here is a email to Brian outlining the competition and its process of selecting winners.
Dear Brian Meynell,
Congratulations on making it this far! Public votes are now coming in, so if you haven’t yet, make sure you share the unique link to your song with your friends and family as soon as possible. The public voting period will close on Jan 21.
If you are wondering how the voting works, here are some things to remember:
Can someone vote for my song more than once?
People can vote for as many songs as they like, but are limited to one vote, per song, per device.
How were semi-finalists chosen?
The contest was open to submissions from around the globe, and we were overwhelmed with the response, with over 1500 song submissions. Our initial review committee reviewed every song and looked at many factors in choosing the submissions to move on to the next round. After careful initial review, your’s was among those chosen to move on as a semi-finalist to the public voting period.
Does Production or performance quality affect the outcome of voting?
Not all songwriters are singers or producers! Production and performance quality are secondary to the musicality and message of a song, as well as how well a song fits the theme.
How will finalists be chosen?
Twelve finalists will be chosen and notified on January 22. These selections will be based on both the public voting results and the RootsTech Song Contest judges panel selections based on the best interpretation of the theme. Winners will have 24 hours to accept their position as a finalist. If a finalist does not respond, their position may go to the submission that ranked next in line. In the event of a tie, the judges panel will have the final decision.
How can I vote for the final winners?
Twelve finalists will be chosen and will be eligible for the Grand Prize, Individual Category Winners, and People’s Choice awards. RootsTech Connect virtual attendees from around the globe and an industry expert judges panel will vote on the finalists during the 2021 RootsTech Connect virtual conference February 25-27, 2021. The judging panel will choose the Grand Prize winner, winners from each youth, amateur, and professional categories, and attendees will choose the people’s choice award.
. The RootsTech Song Contest Team
Jim love your song and the way Mojo has got everyone thinking about Texas. Easy Beat has a song writing muso mate David who yesterday ended up in hospital after falling into some cactus. I was thinking maybe I should write a song called Texas Cactus Blues about a cowboy whose horse throws him of into some cactus after a bad day out with his girlfriend one of those girls you wrote about with tight blue jeans.
Ken I love the way your poignant song tells us your family history and the hardship of war and battle and its traumatic effect on family. To me it is very important these pieces of history are never forgotten and your song is an excellent way of doing that for generations to come. A brilliant idea to imagine how it would be in a letter your lyrics do that well and I think your ancestors would be proud of the way you wrote this song. "But should a musket ball cause me to fall and it be my time to go My soul will rest in heaven and my heart with you Jo-anna" to me would have been exactly how I would imagined how he felt. Your an exceptional song writer Ken.
Good one Ken. Hank still lives on. Nearly every time I have been to an open mike night here in New Zealand. someone will get up and sing one of his songs and it is usually by someone who is under fifty.
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