PLEASE DON’T HURT ME
Continuing my theme (if you are new here, why not read the blog in reverse date order: it might tend towards a position where you could possibly, kindly, consider that it may, one day, approach sense): I admit that I dislike pain. I suppose I'm scared of it, but I don't think physical pain gets me too much - but how do I know how much a broken arm hurts you compared to how little or much it hurt me?) - and anyway I can always reach for the medicine bag. But I do run from emotional pain. I find it so hard to rationalise, and I let it get out of control, taking off over the hills with me clinging to the coat-tails of this out of control rocket as it zips around the starry sky. It takes me on a journey I didn't want to start, and don't know how to finish. I guess some would enjoy the ride, but not this slacker. Too much hard work, too many dark clouds sitting on my shoulder, and too much investment. Remember, investments in the emotional bank can go up as well as down and may not yield you as much in the end as you have hoped at the time you made your original investment. We should have this embroidered on our hearts. There should be a surgeon who does this.
So don't give it all up for a speculative venture. And that means all ventures of the heart. Don't speculate, because all you'll accumulate is a pile, and it won't be lucre but grief. Coincidentally both words have the same number of letters. I just want you to see that I observe as I write.
BENDS AHEAD
So to cure myself of this blue, I am going to go, metaphorically you understand, and take some broad curves on my bike. It's a big throbbing monster, and I just love playing with it. I pull it out of its cover - I can't afford to garage my pride and joy - slip on the helmet and turn it on. Then I'm off, out of control and roaring about the countryside. I change character on my bike, I become mean and moody instead of just moody. I chew gum and sneer at everyone. I have on blackout shades and an open face helmet and dream I look hard and cool. I almost certainly look like a dough ball on a sofa, but what the hell, it's the only time I feel I might have some kind of aura.
20 comments:
When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine.
If I’d been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I’m sixty-four.
You’ll be older too,
And it you say the word,
I could stay with you.
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride,
Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I’m sixty-four.
Every summer we can rent a cottage,
In the isle of wight, if it’s not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera chuck & dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I’m sixty-four.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaah, just for old time's sake. . .
xx
couldn't open the Neil link, but did a bit of research and found this:
CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME
Words and Music by Neil Diamond and Bill LaBounty
You got to take your time now,
If love is gonna take you by the hand.
You need to take your time, though,
'Cause love is not a thing you can command.
There's got to be a reason, got to be a closeness.
It's got to have a fellin' only you can know.
And when you find love, hold on tight.
Don't ever waste another night.
You're gonna make it through in spite of your fears.
Can anybody hear me?
Is anybody out there?
I listen to the river and hear the river callin' out her name.
I'm tryin' to forgive her, but nothin's ever gonna be the same.
There's got to be a reason, got to be a closeness.
It's got to have a feelin' only you can know.
And when you find love, hold on tight.
Don't ever waste another night.
You're gonna make it through in spite of your fears.
Can anybody hear me?
Is anybody out there?
There's got to be a reason, got to be a closeness.
It's got to have a fellin' only you can know.
And when you find love, hold on tight.
Don't ever waste another night.
You're gonna make it through in spite of your fears.
Can anybody hear me?
Is anybody out there?
Can anybody hear me?
Is anybody out there?
which I thought was quite poignant
Imagine me and you I do
I read about you day and night
It's only right
To think about the blog you love
And read it right
So happy together
And when I call you up don't cost a dime
And read the words you write for me
And tease my mind
Imagine how the world could be
So very fine
So happy together
I can see me bloggin' with noone but you
For all my life
When you show me photos the skies are so blue
And that's just right
Me and you and you and me
No matter how we type the words
It has to be
The only blog for me is yours
And yours for me
So happy together
I can see me bloggin' with noone but you
For all my life
with MANY apologies to The Turtles (do you see these, BTW, or am I just having huge amounts of fun on my own back here in a little loop in the space time continuum?)
I'm in the phone booth, it's the one across the hall
If you don't answer, I'll just ring it off the wall
I know you're there, but I just had to call
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
I heard your mother now she's going out the door
Did she go to work or just go to the store
All those things she said, I told you to ignore
Oh why can't we talk again
Oh why can't we talk again
Oh why can't we talk again
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
It's good to hear your voice, you know it's been so long
If I don't get your call then everything goes wrong
I want to tell you something you've known all along
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
I had to interrupt and stop this conversation
Your voice across the line gives me a strange sensation
I'd like to talk when I can show you my affection
Oh I can't control myself
Oh I can't control myself
Oh I can't control myself
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
Hang up and run to me
Whoah, hang up and run to me
Whoah, hang up and run to me
Whoah, hang up and run to me
Whoah oh oh oh run to me
*I fully intend to sing this song, me lead on the vocals I mean, one day at a gig, and when I do I'll be dedicating it to you know who (that's you!) with some quip about answering phones and leaving a message at The Beep and everyone will think I'm mad, but I DON@T CARE!!!*
Don't Go Jumping Waterfalls
Please Keep To The Lake
People Who Jump Waterfalls
Sometimes Can Make Mistakes
Don't Go Chasing Polar Bears
In The Great Unknown
Some Big Friendly Polar Bear
Might Want To Take You Home
Don't Run After Motor Cars
Please Stay On The Side
Someone's Glossy Motor Car
Might Take You For A Ride
I've edited this down so noone goes getting the wrong idea!
(And It Wouldn't Be The Same
If You Ever Should Decide To Go Away)
Tell me on a Sunday
Don't write a letter when you want to leave
Don't call me at 3 a.m. from a friend's apartment
I'd like to choose how I hear the news
Take me to a park that's covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday please
Let me down easy
No big song and dance
No long faces, no long looks
No deep conversation
I know the way we should spend that day
Take me to a zoo that's got chimpanzees
Tell me on a Sunday please
Don't want to know who's to blame
It won't help knowing
Don't want to fight day and night
Bad enough you're going
Don't leave in silence with no word at all
Don't get drunk and slam the door
That's no way to end this
I know how I want you to say goodbye
Find a circus ring with a flying trapeze
Tell me on a Sunday please
Don't want to fight day and night
Bad enough you're going
Don't leave in silence with no word at all
Don't get drunk and slam the door
That's no way to end this
I know how I want you to say goodbye
Don't run off in the pouring rain
Don't call me as they call your train
Take the hurt out of all the pain
Take me to a park that's covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday please
well, that's Sarah Brightman for you. . .
I was looking for a song that I thought went "Sunday Sunday da da da dee da dah" but all I ended up with was U2's Sunday Bloody Sunday or something by a band called Maroon Five (?) or something really miserable by Billie Holiday (which might actually, now I think about it, have been more cheerful than this)
anyhow, if I'd have had the time to comment yesterday, it would have been a song I couldn't find called Sunday Sunday; but I couldn't find it - so you have this instead
wv: try-harder-next-time
and for today? something really jolly:
You gotta accent-tu-ate the positive,
E-lim-inate the negative,
An' latch on
To the affirmative
Don't mess with Mister in-between!
You gotta spread joy up to the maximum,
Bring gloom down to the minimum,
An' have faith ( Amen! )
Or pandemonium's
Liable to walk upon the scene!
To illustrate
My last remark
Jonah in the whale!
Noah in the arc!
An' what did they do ( What did they do? )
Just when everything looked so dark?
( What did they, what did they, what did they do? )
Man! they said
You better accent-tu-ate the positive,
E-lim-inate the negative,
An' latch on
To the affirmative
Don't mess with Mister in-between!
No, don't mess with Mister in-between!
there now, that's a lot better all around ,isn't it?
I hate Mondays, can't think why I was being so bloody jolly this morning
it didn't work
so scrap the above and substitute that song about hating Mondays by some bunch of Irish punk/hippies
one of whom is now a lord of her majesty's realm
god blooger is old and grey today. Or I am. I wasn't until I tried to open this comment box.
Anyhoo
He's not a Lord. He's a Sir. NOt unlike Terry Wogan. Bedfellows!
tell me why ... am I getting lots of song lyrics from you on an old old post.
Is there a subliminal message?
I don't mind, I just wonder to what purpose..
WV: Alfie (what's it all about?)
no comment
(ha ha ha)
today I was going to post some song with the lyrics "get your motor running", in honour of your bike - but I'm not now!
head out on the highway?
looking for adventure
and whatever comes your way.
Easily Lead is an Easy Rider
Don't borgart that joint my friend.
And now who's not answering questions
(maybe because I still see some elements of *blogging* as an art form?) (an interactive art form) (and in this case I'm interacting with *my* recent past. . .) (dunno) (but I'll stop now. . .) (and I quite liked choosing a song a day that summed up my mood) (sorry, should have done it chez moi) (will from now on. . .) (jjez, you have SOooooooo many people commenting on your posts these days, the other day you had like nine different people - not that I'm jealous or anything) (ho-hum)
wv: green-with-envy
oh, you got there first!
WV: slow-off-the-blocks
yes, come on girl: get your motor running
am on a bicycle, me
wv: good-for-the-environment
yeah! comments are back!! got a really strange message ealier on. . .
now, what shall today's song be? Hmmmm
*goes off in search for a bit of inspiration*
(hey, ever noticed that "inspiration" is a little like "expiration", which is to do with breathing out?) (so, is "inspiration" like a breath of fresh air?)
Hmmmm, that hasn't helped, since there are no lyrics to Oxygene, are there?
how about Every Breath You Take, by The Police - or is that too much like being stalked?
let's try it and see:
Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I'll be watching you
Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
I'll be watching you
O can't you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches with every step you take
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you
Since you've gone I been lost without a trace
I dream at night I can only see your face
I look around but it's you I can't replace
I keep crying baby please
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you
just so long as there's an understanding that there's no stalking intent intended, and I know your heart belongs to all sorts of other people, not just in the real world but here in the blogosphere too. . .
I'm not greedy, me
and why don't we take one of the lines ("since you've been gone") and use that for further inspiration:
I get the same old dreams same time every night
Fall to the ground then I wake up
So I get out of bed put on my shoes and in my head
Thoughts fly back to the breakup
These four walls are closing in
Look what a fix you put me in
Since you've been gone
Since you've been gone
I'm out of my head, can't take it
Could I be wrong
But since you've been gone
You've got the spell so break it
Oooh oooh oooh
Since you've been gone
So in the night I stand beneath the backstreet light I read the words that you sent to me
I can take the afternoon, the night time comes around too soon
You don't know what you mean to me
Your poison letter, your telegram
Just goes to show you don't give a damn
Since you've been gone
Since you've been gone
I'm out of my head, can't take it
Could I be wrong
But since you've been gone
You've got the spell so break it
Oooh oooh oooh
Since you've been gone
Everywhere you go baby you know you're never too far
Since you've been gone
Since you've been gone
I'm out of my head, can't take it
Could I be wrong
But since you've been gone
You've got the spell so break it
Oooh oooh oooh oooh
Ever since you've been gone
Since you've been gone
Since you've been gone
I'm out of my head, can't take it
Could I be wrong
But since you've been gone
You've got the spell so break it
Oooh oooh oooh oooh
Ever since you've been gone
Hhhhm, not very nice that bit about a poison pen. . .
*wonders if she should delete*
*doesn't actually know if this IS the song she was thinking of*
feeling in the mood for Hotel California now for some strange reason, but won't put that in the comment string right now for fear of overstaying her welcome!
(I do know why I do this, actually, because sometimes there are things I want to say that aren't relevant anywhere else) (not that they are relevant here, necessarily, but anyway)
hope you're having a good weekend!
shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
thou are more sweet and more temperate
rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
and summer's lease hath all too short a date
sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines
and often is is gold complexion dimmed
and every fair from fair sometimes declines
by chance or nature's changing course untrimmed
but thy enteral summer shall not fade
nor lose possession of that fair thou owest
nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade
when in eternal lines to time thou growest
so long as (soemthing) shall breathe and eyes can see
so long lives this and gives life to thee
(typed from memory, so sorry for any mistakes and/or omissions)
On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy, and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
This could be Heaven or this could be Hell
Then she lit up a candle
And she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year
Any time of year
You can find it here
You can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany twisted
She's got a Mercedes Benz
She's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
That she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard
Sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember
Some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain
Please bring me my wine
He said
We haven't had that spirit here since 1969
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say
Welcome to the Hotel California...
Such a lovely Place
Such a lovely Place
Such a lovely face
They're livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise
What a nice surprise
Bring your alibies
Mirrors on the ceiling
Pink champagne on ice*
And she said
We are all just prisoners here
Of our own device
And in the master's chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember
I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
Relax said the nightman
We are programed to recieve
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave
*when I used to sing this to myself, or along to the record - if my big bro was out and I'd nicked my albums for the evening - I hadn't a clue what pink champagne was (my parents weren't big into alcohol); strangely, if I do ever drink it now, my preference would be to have pink (Laurent-Perrier, wouldn't you know)
that's age for you, I suppose
Here I sit with time running out on me
knowing while it's dreams that are upon me
there's grace of a kind, that eases my mind some time.
Float me down the river,
show me what it's like to be there
float me down the river
tell me stories dreams and nightmares.
Here I sit the garden surrounds me
flowers in hand it's dreams that are upon me
and I don't deny that time passes by sometimes.
Float me down the river,
show me what it's like to be there
float me down the river
tell me stories dreams and nightmares.
Float me down the river,
show me what it's like to be low
float me down the river
tell me stories dreams and nightmares.
(by a bloke called Alan)
Too many broken hearts have fallen in the river
Too many lonely souls have drifted out to sea
You lay your bets and then you pay the price
The things we do for love
The things we do for love
Communication is the problem to the answer
She's got her number and her hand is on the phone
The weather's turned and all the lines are down
The things we do for love
The things we do for love
Like walking in the rain and the snow
When there's nowhere to go
When you're feeling like a part of you is dying
And you're looking for the answer in her eyes
You think you're gonna break up
Then she says she wants to make up
Ooh you made me love you
Ooh you've gone away
Ooh you had me crawling on the floor
A compromise would surely help the situation
Agree to disagree but disagree to part
When after all it's just a compromise
Of the things we do for love
The things we do for love
The things we do for love
gotta go now. . .
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