At first I wasn’t sure or rather had not thought of an artist that had been colouring my youth. With lots od old music I grew up myself in upcoming pop, rap and dance scene. So much had changed in just a little time. Had to crack my brain today to come to the following name. U2.
The memory of them was from around the age of 8 when they came with ‘New Year’s day’ and ‘Sunday bloody Sunday’. Clearly they have been around a while longer and had some other song before these like ‘I will follow’. They left a great impression on a young man like myself. Unaware of what they meant at that time they changed a lot around us. More so when the meaning of the song came over the years. To me the music was just following the path of guitars I already listened to but adding that edge of new wave to it. All in all it was a refreshing sound that swept me away.
Art by Ian Gibson
I look into his eyes
They’re closed but I see something.
I was on the outside when you said;
You said you needed me.
I was looking at myself.
Who is it now? who calls me inside
Are the leaves on the trees just a living disguise?
I walk the sweet rain tragicomedy
I’ll walk home again to the street melody.
A soldier asked for a cigarette.
His smiling face I can’t forget.
He looked like you across the street,
but that’s a long way here.
I don’t know,
I don’t know which side I’m on,
I don’t know my right from left,
Or my right from wrong.
Under a blood red sky
A crowd has gathered in black and white,
Arms entwined, the chosen few.
The newspapers says, says,
Her papa go to war, Her mama say one day he’s gonna, Come back from far away.
And the battle’s just begun
There’s many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters
You got to cry without weeping
Talk without speaking
Scream without raising your voice.
If you should ask then maybe they’d
Tell you what I would say
True colours fly in blue and black
Blue silken sky and burning flag
Colours crash, collide in blood shot eyes.
Come forth and speak to me
Raise me up and don’t let me fall
No man is my enemy
My own hands imprison me
Love rescue me.
Waves of regret and waves of joy
I reached out for the one I tried to destroy
You…you said you’d wait
’til the end of the world
You got to do what you should
With each other
But we’re not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other
I can only hope you enjoyed the read and the creation with only their own lyrics. There are so many and each is great to use and tell a different story. Thank You for reading and U2 thank you for the words. And I will only share one song today as I am sure each of you will know a song or two.
When it is music Friday I have lots of music rushing through my head. And most all have a reason to be there as songs are related to memories. It is the magic of music, or just one of the many reasons music catches us. A song portraying emotions we are feeling clinging on to what we had have or want.
This time it is music that was mostly written before I was born, but were the records you would find inside the box left by your parents. Earth & Fire is a progressive rock band. I already had Friday about Shocking Blue that was formed around the same time and was also from this small country I was born in. It is memories of youth and their record player. Though the music makes me feel old in some ways, there is that smile seeing that black vinyl turn on the turntable. Mesmerized by the needle floating across the surface it is scratching. Magic.
Earth & Fire
The rain was wet,
transparent like glass
sparrows in the sky
while the leaves on the branches are drying
sound of a newborn life
I think I’m moving on ’cause it’s time
To unknown places
But I don’t care at all
I try to find my destiny
I couldn’t sleep
I love to be again in your fair company
A never-ending dream
Oh my love
You changed the nightmare in the night
Another day is dawning
Another night has gone
Nothing lasts forever
Sometimes it’s hard to say
What you feel comes out in a funny way
You tell me you wanna be free
She forces him
To come closer to her
But she fades away
While she is calling his name
Trapped in a world of treachery
Hooked on this way of life
By now you no longer feel pain
Selling your soul in the blistering rain
The way to survive
Is by playing this dangerous game
On the streets of shame
When the time will come
that the birds return
the season is on the turn
and the blossom
is adorning the land
Darkness of the night has gone
a blackbird sings a song at dawn
crystal drops of morning dew
are covering all the grass
the landscape wears its morningdress
A laurel wreath for the future graves
Of the marching children.
As always I do hope you enjoyed the creation made from the Lyrics of their very own songs. I will leave you with some songs for you to listen. There are two at the end who are pretty long but definitely worth to listen to. Welcome to my days of youth.
Yeah I was born in an age of new and upcoming music, blessed with many different sounds of the past that have an echo in today’s music. As a child it was a rich time and as a teen one starts to find their own path. But I can never shake of the incredible sounds of the early days.
So I am taking you back a little, to years before I was born but can still make the people today smile.
Naturally I will try to use their very own lyrics to create something new. I hope you enjoy the read and songs.
Dead end streets? Album artwork from The Kinks Are the Village Green Preservation Society, released in 1968. Photograph: Felix Clay
Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Well, yesterday was such an easy game for you to play
But let’s face it things are so much easier today.
A misty shadow spread its wings
And covered all the ground
And even though the sun was out
The rain came pouring down
Smudged mascara and pill-shaped eyes
Everything you want was bought with lies.
What more can I say now?
What more can I do?
No need to feel sad now.
You got all your friends,
I got a TV set.
You got your cars,
And this boy’s never had anything.
it’s dark and it could get lonely.
I am free.
I’m on an island
Since my girl left me behind
She said that I’m not her kind,
Well, I ain’t gonna wander,
Like the boy I used to know.
He’s a real unlucky fella,
And he’s got no place to go.
If you feel down and you’re under the weather
Have another drink and you’ll feel alright.
Won’t someone help me to break up this crown
Let’s all drink to the death of a clown
They said this was the last dance
The lights went dim as I looked round the floor
For you were my first love
And now it looks like you’ve gone
This week the music I tried to stay away from the usual.
When it comes to music and women there are not many to choose from. The years I grew up were dominated by groups and men. But there would always be some that stand out and leave an impression. On top of that only a couple of days ago it was National Woman’s Day. Pretty sure she would fit right in.
This is exactly what Shirley Bassey did. Born 1937 I first heard her on the opening song of 007 James Bond. Her throat held power and elegance all at the same time. With a single word she penetrated your soul and took you on a journey that very instant. Next to that she wasn’t afraid to show her sexy and humorous side enjoying the time spend on stage. (watch the last video in the list)
Her name kept ringing in my head and heart and had to include her in my Friday Music. Since I use their very own lyrics as much as possible, Lady Bassey had not written a single song.
Still I believe she should be here deserving the pedestal to stand on.
The summer wind came blowin’ in
From across the sea
It lingered there to touch your hair
And walk with me
A casual stroll through a garden
A kiss by a lazy lagoon
Catching a breath of moonlight,
Humming our favourite tune
In the choir of the ocean air
Are you here? Were you ever there?
In the yellow shifting sand
In a dream I held your hand
Just like that moon growing dim
Way out on the rim of the hill
In the still of the night
Angel eyes, that old devil sent
They glow unbearably bright
Need I say that my love’s misspent
Misspent with angel eyes tonight
This is my quest, to follow that star,
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far.
To fight for the rights without question or pause,
To be willing to march to Hell from a Heavenly cause
Every morning, when I raise my blind
To greet another day
I begin by making up my mind
That it’s my lucky day.
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