Ctech Interesting subtle choral backing sound on this one.
Ctech I like the way you sing and play this song.
Jeff many a muso I have known over the years could relate with what you have written.
Ctech now I have heard the music music component of this song I can hear in my head someone with an Elvis type voice singing it. Excellent piece of composition.
Ctech I love German Shepherds my mother last dog was one. It was a very faithful pet to her when he died he was mourned more so than many humans in our family. I mention to a young couple who live close by to me that their German Shepherd reminded me of Rin Tin Tin' forgetting that many people today don't know who Rin Tin Tin is. All I got in reply was a weird roll of the eyes and the comment, " who the hell is Rin Tin Tin?" I guess if I was to mention to my younger relatives who keep horses about Mr Ed the horse or Lassie the dog I would get the same reaction. Though these relatives did know about Arnold Ziffel when they use to have a pet kunekune pig most probably due to us oldies talking about Green Acres.
EB good Poem. There will be many brick and mortar retailers in the situation your poem describes plus many food, drink and entertainment places in that situation this year.
Only up side will be the courier companies are experiencing growth due to online shopping and the covid.
Jeff and Phill vocals worked perfectly on this song. The story behind the song and the lyrics brought back happy childhood memories of my own. The musical arrangement was bang on a brilliant collaboration. As a duo Phill and Jeff have got something very special with this song. This song is one of the best songs I have heard on chordie.
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Jim another excellent song. I like the message and quiet often I have noticed over the years peoples perception of a person judged on their outward appearance can be wrong. Your song addresses that perfectly.
Congratulations Phill on your Afa (half) century of guitar playing. I love hearing your style of playing every time i have heard it and also your singing. Recently it has been a privilege to have been able to collaborate with you on a couple of songs.
Sounds like a good ending to a troubled life
Even after hearing this ladies family story I have had a lot questions come into my head. Questions like when did the young girl become aware her mother was in prison for her fathers death and things like that. Originally I started out writing a song, How Do You Tell Your Children, Nana killed Grandpa". It sounded corny and didn't work that's when I went down the track of a poem. Though I would like to talk to her more about this subject I wont unless she brings it up as I feel its not appropriate thing for me to do,. In a strange way I wanted the poem to leave people thinking what's next.
Cheers Jim what I gathered from what she told me is they had a very young girl who was adopted by an extended family member. She has grown up and has a good life. The sister was released from jail on parole after doing 20 something years . She was allowed to live in a small town where she apparently had a good job and died of natural causes a number of years after being released from jail.
Cheers Phill the lady who told me about her sister story is from the UK originally. The murder happened over in the USA many years back after her sister and brother in-law moved there. Apparently her brother in-law had a terrible inferiority complex every time he got passed over for a promotion he would go home and be hell to live with. His work colleagues and friends after his death apparently said when he drank alcohol he would become horrible and abusive. Apparently he aspired also to be an actor but never got anywhere with it because many times he never got passed the audition. When he was rejected for a roll apparently he would be hard to live with while brooding over not getting parts. Then if he got the part he would get sacked for turning up drunk or just decide himself that the part wasn't for him and walk out. Apparently when sober he was meek and mild. This story was told to me by this lady when I was talking to her recently up until then I hadn't heard about this sad thing that had happened in her family. As far as NZ being a place of milk and honey. It is a laid back country but also we have an underbelly around drug addiction high youth suicide rates. There are murders but generally it is a safe place to live.
A lady I know told me about a murder and the two people involved. One of them is her sister and the other her brother in-law. Here is my poem about what she told me.
Blurred Private Hell
Sometimes he has an image in his head of how he wants things to be.
It’s quiet a clear picture inside his head.
Somehow, he hasn’t got the courage to put it all together and show it to the world.
He has a way of pointing out peoples faults and humiliating them while maintaining his own sense of false power and control which is not too endearing.
He wants something but he’s not prepared to do it for himself.
All he presents is a blurred picture in the hope that someone else will make it stronger for him.
All it Is.
Is a blurred image which comes out as blurred memories.
Nothing that you can clearly see.
Somewhere in there is a forest but you can’t see the trees.
You just can barely make out the road he wants to travel.
You know there is somewhere he wants to head to.
He hasn’t got the courage to colour it in for himself.
Is he being secretive?
Is he being private?
His better half.
She is a bulldozer on the streets of life.
Inside her tough exterior hides a hurt little girl.
His words cut her deep.
In the night in his sleep her gun comes out.
Fully loaded pointed at his sleeping head.
There is this loud explosion.
Powerful lyrics Ctech and also an empowering way to encourage Jennifer.
Ctech that is a song that I would love to hear, not only sung in church but as a religious anthem in all settings.
CG I like the way Kelly puts it all together with just himself and a guitar.
Cheers Jim love those thoughts about mum and age of yours. Thank you
Cheers Zurf and thank you. I can't imagine myself still been here at 100.
Jim brilliant lyrics . Your words made me think of how we see the outside and don't always see the pain of a person inside that Marilyn Monroe thing
beauty on the outside hiding the demons inside.
Beamer that is a good poem about how instantly we can connect today. When I was around ten years old I remember our class teacher at school through a pen pal club got us to write letters about ourselves. Armed with his Brownie box camera he took some photos which got sent with our letters in a parcel by post to a school over in California. Eventually after weeks a much-anticipated parcel with letters and photos arrived to our school from them. We were real excited where is nowadays kids can do that in minutes with modern tech the only barrier being different time zones.
iechyd da Phill very interesting your comments. Watching the soccer hooligans from Europe and the UK on TV makes me wonder if they are there for their team or just out to cause violence and destruction. Today people in education are now realizing that kids who speak more than one language do better than those who are monolingual.
Kia ora to you and your family my friend.
Beamer I worked in advertising for a while which meant I spent a bit of time dealing with big egos and shallow self centered people. In that industry it was full of narcissists both male and female.
Thank you Roger and Jim.
In answer to Jim's PS question about Welsh language. Kiwis and the Welsh have a bond through the love of a game called Rugby Union and also New Zealanders love of the way the Welsh sing. We love it when the Welsh send us greetings in their native language and they enjoy things in Maori language. Mr. and Mrs. Google are always good for translating but usually a translation is provided by saying it both in Welsh and English and the same with Maori. Though we don't have a big percentage of the population who speak Maori in New Zealand the ones that do are mostly over 70 years old or under forty years old. There has been a big push in last thirty or so years to save and revive the Maori language. Nowadays my mum only speaks her native Fijian language when in Fijian church or at formal occasions or for celebration of importance. I stopped speaking Fijian when I was five years old and struggle now to understand or speak it.