Day: June 19, 2022

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Song Lyric Sunday

Jim Adams is the host of this awesome weekly tradition. https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2022/06/18/im-awesome/

This week the theme is songs that mention Amaze, Astonish, Curious, Shock, Surprise, or Wonder

David’s Pick this week:
Bruce Cockburn: Wondering Where the Lions Are

Lyrics

Sun’s up, uuh huh, looks okay
The world survives into another day
And i’m thinking about eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me.

I had another dream about lions at the door
They weren’t half as frightening as they were before
But i’m thinking about eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me.

Walls windows trees, waves coming through
You be in me and i’ll be in you
Together in eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me

Up among the firs where it smells so sweet
Or down in the valley where the river used to be
I got my mind on eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me
And i’m wondering where the lions are…
I’m wondering where the lions are…

Huge orange flying boat rises off a lake,
Thousand-year-old petroglyphs doing a double take,
Pointing a finger at eternity
I’m sitting in the middle of this ecstasy

Young men marching, helmets shining in the sun,
Polished as precise like the brain behind the gun
(Should be!) they got me thinking about eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me
And i’m wondering where the lions are…
I’m wondering where the lions are…

Freighters on the nod on the surface of the bay
One of these days we’re going to sail away,
Going to sail into eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me
And i’m wondering where the lions are…
I’m wondering where the lions are…

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Bruce Cockburn

Wondering Where the Lions Are lyrics © Rotten Kiddies Music Llc, Bro N Sis Music Inc., Bro N Sis Music, Inc.

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My pick:
Paul McCartney: Maybe I’m Amazed

“Maybe I’m Amazed”

Baby, I’m amazed at the way you love me all the time
And maybe I’m afraid of the way I love you

Maybe I’m amazed at the way you pulled me out of time
You hung me on the line
Maybe I’m amazed at the way I really need you

Baby, I’m a man, maybe I’m a lonely man
Who’s in the middle of something
That he doesn’t really understand

Baby, I’m a man
And maybe you’re the only woman who could ever help me
Baby, won’t you help me to understand?
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh

Baby, I’m a man, maybe I’m a lonely man
Who’s in the middle of something
That he doesn’t really understand

Baby, I’m a man
And maybe you’re the only woman who could ever help me
Baby, won’t you help me to understand?
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Maybe I’m amazed at the way you’re with me all the time
Maybe I’m afraid of the way I leave you

Maybe I’m amazed at the way you help me sing my song
Right me when I’m wrong
Maybe I’m amazed at the way I really need you

#stinewriting love Memories Sunday Poser

The Sunday Poser #85

Sadje is the host of the Sunday Poser and has a Father’s Day Special today. https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/06/19/sunday-poser-85-fathers-day-special/

It is so hard to think of memories of my dad when I think of who he was and who he is now. He was a businessman who owned an Insurance Company and Real Estate Broker. He loved gardening the most. As a kid whenever something needed to be done, he didn’t call anyone, he did it himself. He built our decks, put up our swimming pool, built playhouses in the woods…One thing I remember is when I used to go in on Saturday mornings with my father, to his office, to help do the filing and cleaning. We would leave by 7:30 or so and I was always so hung over! Every week we stopped at the diner for breakfast. Some weeks it was a dry bagel or blueberry muffin, but I always tried to gag something down! 😂

Today may be one of the memories I come to cherish the most. Today, David and I brought donuts to the memory care unit to celebrate Father’s Day. We talked a lot and with questions came tears and memories that he still has. My mom, my son, my late husband, his late “wife”, where he is going to be buried… But in the end we had plenty of smiles.

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My Writing Montage: Compilation 6/19/2022

As I sit now and think about the words here today
I catenate my words in my roustabout way
Its not an emergency this is no jubilee
but as I proceed I feel it does amuse me.
Like a blackbird who flies in the dead of the night
to a flame going out in the wind
Nothing surprises my mind anymore, so now it is time to begin
I will think of an ambulance whirling away as it seems to cross by on the street
While a meek little woman searches her purse, wondering who she might meet
She may need assistance here on the ground, her bare feet attached to the earth
Or getting her butt up on the bus, the door is too small for her girth.
I find that I am like a grain of the sand that covers a wide open beach
playing my part in this writing montage wondering who I will reach.
Now that I’m done and she’s riding the bus my search for the words has to stop
Like a saint kneels to pray the creed that he knows, my brain cells are ready to drop.

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