#SLS ~ 6/13/21

Jim prompts us Greet, Hey, Howdy. I’m stuck to find something I haven’t already used. I finally landed on Handy Man sung by James Taylor. Writer(s): Otis Blackwell Otis and Jimmy Jones.

Hey girls, gather round, listen to what I’m putting down
Hey baby, I’m your handy man
I’m not the kind to use a pencil or rule, I’m handy with love and I’m no fool
I fix broken hearts, I know that I truly can

If your broken heart should need repair, then I am the man to see
I whisper sweet things, you tell all your friends, they’ll come running to me

Here is the main thing that I want to say, I’m busy 24 hours a day
I fix broken hearts, I know that I truly can
Comma, comma, comma, comma, com, com, yeah, yeah, yeah
Comma, comma, comma, comma, com, com, oh they’ll come running to me

Here is the main thing I want to say, I’m busy 24 hours a day
I fix broken hearts, baby
I’m your handy man
Comma, comma, comma, comma, com, com, yeah, yeah, yeah
Comma, comma, comma, comma, com, com, yeah, yeah, yeah
That’s me
Comma, comma, comma, comma, com, com
I’m your handy man, yeah yeah, yeah
That’s me
Comma, comma, comma, comma, com, com
I’m your handy man, yeah yeah, yeah

#SLS ~ 6/6/21

Jim prompts us with old/new/borrowed/blue. I’m going with old. Specifically Grandpa Tell Me ‘Bout The Good Old Days performed by the Judds. Writer: Jamie O’Hara. This song reminds me of my daddy. I’ve been very nostalgic lately. Hope you enjoy.

Grandpa, tell me ’bout the good old days
Sometimes it feels like this world’s gone crazy
And Grandpa, take me back to yesterday
When the line between right and wrong
Didn’t seem so hazy

Did lovers really fall in love to stay
And stand beside each other, come what may?
Was a promise really something people kept
Not just something they would say and then forget
Did families really bow their heads to pray
Did daddies really never go away?
Oh, Grandpa, tell me ’bout the good old days

Grandpa, everything is changing fast
We call it progress, but I just don’t know
And Grandpa, let’s wander back into the past
And paint me the picture of long ago

Did lovers really fall in love to stay
And stand beside each other, come what may?
Was a promise really something people kept
Not just something they would say and then forget
Did families really bow their heads to pray
Did daddies really never go away?
Oh, Grandpa, tell me ’bout the good old days
Oh, Grandpa, tell me ’bout the good old days

Written for #SLS

#SLS ~ 5/30/21

Jim took Lisa’s suggestion of City, Country, County, State, Town making it our prompt for today. Ah, the choices are seemingly limitless. Lulu suggested I use China Grove by the Doobie Brothers. “Obvious choice mom right?” Somehow I think I used that song already though. B suggested I’m Blind in Texas by Wasp. I instantly remembered that song from our heyday but misremembered the lyrics. I also was not too keen on writing about getting blackout drunk. Ya know when a buzz will do, go with the hum. I teetered with picking Wild World by Cat Stevens because cities, counties, countries, states, and towns make up the world. Finally I went with Pompeii by Bastille, songwriter: Dan Smith. Here’s a video with lyrics within.

More at the wiki

As always, more to come.

#SLS ~ 5/23/21

What a cool prompt today. Jim gives us … Comparisons where you take two songs and discuss an association between them. You may want to discuss their context and highlight the similarities and differences between both chosen songs. Are they the same music genre, or from the same era, or played at the same speed?

I’m trying to conform to the general theme of comparing two songs but actually I’m using two different versions of the same song. Known as covers. An homage of sorts. Sometimes the cover is better than the original. Other times maybe not.

My song choice today is Killing me Softly With His Song. The two versions I chose are actually both covers. Lori Lieberman, the original singer of this song, didn’t chart. Then a year later, 1973ish Roberta Flack knocked it outta the park, taking the song to #1. That is the version I first heard and remember.

My sister in law taught herself to play guitar and one fall evening sitting around a campfire at the lake she took out her guitar to play for us and sang this song. I was about 9 or 10, simply enamored. “Hey my sister in law is an artist!” A pretty good one to be able to sound just like Roberta. At least to me. There were other songs she sang that night but Killing Me Softly With His Song is the only one I recall. Even 45 years later, if I close my eyes, I can see the family, all of us together. Heaven on earth.

Dang! Someone must be cutting onions in here. Yep I’m a sentimental sap. Can’t help it and maybe I don’t want to help it. I’ve finally learned, it is ok to feel the feels.

My comparison notes: different genre, Roberta’s is more folksy/pop and the Fugees’ is more hip hop, though the beginning of the Fugees’ starts out almost the same, one clear crisp voice. Then comes the harmony of the Fugees. Two different eras, the 70s and the 90s. Ultimately the lyrics are different. The Fugees really changed it up in a few places. Both secured number 1 spots which is kinda cool. I can’t pick a favorite, so I won’t. Without further ado, here they are! Hope you enjoy!!

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him
To listen for a while
And there he was this young boy
A stranger to my eyes

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

I felt all flushed with fever
Embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters
And read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish
But he just kept right on

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

He sang as if he knew me
In all my dark despair
And then he looked right through me
As if I wasn’t there
And he just kept on singing
Singing clear and strong

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me (softly)

He was strumming my pain
Yeah, he was singing my life
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly
With his song

[Lauryn:]
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song.

[Fugees:]
Hi, yo yea yea.
This is Wyclef, Refugee Camp
L-Boogie up in here…
Prazrel (Prazrel up in here! Ha! Ha!)
Lil’ Base sits up there on the base (Refugees up in here)
While I’m on this I got my girl L one time, one time!
Hey yo L you know you got the lyrics!

I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style,
And so I came to see him and listened for a while.
And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes,

Strumming my pain with his fingers (one time),
Singing my life with his words (two times),
Killing me softly with this song,
Killing me softly with this song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song.

I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud.
I prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on…

Strumming my pain with his fingers (one time),
Singing my life with his words (two times),
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song

[Clef:]
Yo L-Boy, take it to the bridge

Come on

[Lauryn:]
Strumming my pain with his fingers (yes, he was singing),
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song.

[Fading:]
Strumming my pain
Put your hands. Put your hands for L-Boogie from the Refugee Camp
Refugees up in here
Singing my life with his words,
You know how we’re doing
L-Boogie up in here…
Wyclef
Prazrel
Said, L-Boogie up in here…
Wyclef up in here
My man Lil’ Base
Prazrel up in here
Jerry one time
We got Warren up in here
Killing me softly with his song,
Outside is up in here
Killing me softly with his song,
Refugee Camp
Refugee Camp
Refugee Camp
My ladies, my ladies up in here
We got … up in here

Everybody got a breaking point, kid. And they read on you. The family niggas have read on you. That’s why we gotta be prepared. It took way out … need.

All the details are here at the wiki

As always, more to come.

#SLS ~ 5/16/21

Jim by way of Maggie at Cave Walls prompts us with elevator music. Hmm! How interesting! When the kidlet asked me what the #SLS prompt was for today, I told her it’s a twist! Elevator music which has no lyrics. Then she says “is that a thing anymore?” Well we’re about to find out. I cannot wait to see all the creativity today. If you too would like to play along, here are the rules and ping back.

First a history lesson. Not from me. From Mister Google.

I picked “Bad Guy”

White shirt now red, my bloody nose
Sleepin’, you’re on your tippy toes
Creepin’ around like no one knows
Think you’re so criminal
Bruises on both my knees for you
Don’t say thank you or please
I do what I want when I’m wanting to
My soul? So cynical

So you’re a tough guy
Like it really rough guy
Just can’t get enough guy
Chest always so puffed guy
I’m that bad type
Make your mama sad type
Make your girlfriend mad tight
Might seduce your dad type
I’m the bad guy, duh

I’m the bad guy

I like it when you take control
Even if you know that you don’t
Own me, I’ll let you play the role
I’ll be your animal
My mommy likes to sing along with me
But she won’t sing this song
If she reads all the lyrics
She’ll pity the men I know

So you’re a tough guy
Like it really rough guy
Just can’t get enough guy
Chest always so puffed guy
I’m that bad type
Make your mama sad type
Make your girlfriend mad tight
Might seduce your dad type
I’m the bad guy, duh

I’m the bad guy, duh

I’m only good at being bad, bad

I like when you get mad
I guess I’m pretty glad that you’re alone
You said she’s scared of me?
I mean, I don’t see what she sees
But maybe it’s ’cause I’m wearing your cologne

I’m a bad guy
I’m, I’m a bad guy
Bad guy, bad guy
I’m a bad

Songwriters: Billie Eilish O’Connell / Finneas Baird O’Connell

#SLS ~ 5/9/21

Heaven/Hell are our prompts today. Thanks to Amy, aisasami for the suggestion and thanks to Jim for hosting. To join in, here are the rules and ping back.

I decided to go with the 80s today picking “Just Like Heaven” by the Cure. I even chose a clip from MTV. memba that? Totally tubular. LOL. More on the song at the WIKI.

“Show me, show me, show me how you do that trick?
The one that makes me scream.” she said
“The one that makes me laugh.” she said
And threw her arms around my neck
“Show me how you do it,
And I promise you,
I promise that
I’ll run away with you,
I’ll run away with you.”

Spinning on that dizzy edge
I kissed her face and kissed her head
And dreamed of all the different ways
I had to make her glow
“Why are you so far away?” she said,
“Why won’t you ever know
That I’m in love with you,
That I’m in love with you.”

You
Soft and only
You
Lost and lonely
You
Strange as angels
Dancing in the deepest oceans
Twisting in the water
You’re just like a dream
You’re just like a dream

Daylight licked me into shape
I must have been asleep for days
And moving lips to breathe her name
I opened up my eyes
And found myself alone alone
Alone above a raging sea
That stole the only girl I loved
And drowned her deep inside of me

You
Soft and only
You
Lost and lonely
You
Just like heaven

#SLS ~ 5/2/21

Fix/Make are the prompts this week. Amy made the suggestion and they’re good ones. Jim expanded the rules to include a general theme. I’m going with that. To make is to build which is why I chose “We Built This City” by Starship. Writer(s): Taupin Bernard J P, Page Martin George, Lambert Dennis Earle, Wolf Peter F.

We built this city
We built this city on rock and roll
Built this city
We built this city on rock and roll

Say you don’t know me or recognize my face
Say you don’t care who goes to that kind of place
Knee deep in the hoopla, sinking in your fight
Too many runaways eating up the night

Marconi plays the mambo, listen to the radio
Don’t you remember?
We built this city
We built this city on rock and roll

We built this city
We built this city on rock and roll
Built this city
We built this city on rock and roll

Someone’s always playing corporation games
Who cares, they’re always changing corporation names
We just want to dance here, someone stole the stage
They call us irresponsible, write us off the page

Marconi plays the mambo, listen to the radio
Don’t you remember?
We built this city
We built this city on rock and roll

We built this city
We built this city on rock and roll
Built this city
We built this city on rock and roll

It’s just another Sunday
In a tired old street
Police have got the choke hold, oh
Then we just lost the beat

Who counts the money underneath the bar?
Who rides the wrecking ball into our guitars?
Don’t tell us you need us ’cause we’re the ship of fools
Looking for America, coming through your schools

(I’m looking out over that Golden Gate bridge on another gorgeous sunny Saturday and I’m seein’ that bumper to bumper traffic.)

Don’t you remember? (remember)

(Here’s your favorite radio station, in your favorite radio city, the city by the bay, the city that rocks, the city that never sleeps.)

Marconi plays the mambo, listen to the radio
Don’t you remember?
We built this city
We built this city on rock and roll

We built this city
We built this city on rock and roll
Built this city
We built this city on rock and roll
Built this city (oh)
We built this city on rock and roll
Built this city
We built this city on rock and roll

(We built, we built this city) built this city (we built, we built this city)
(We built, we built this city) built this city (we built, we built this city)
(We built, we built this city) built this city (we built, we built this city)
(We built, we built this city) built this city (we built, we built this city)

#SLS ~ 4/25/21

Jim prompts us with Arrivederci/Bon-voyage/Ciao/Farewell/Goodbye/Hasta la vista/Sayonara/Shalom. I picked a song that uses goodbye. A sarcastic nod … guess we’ll see in the end. Now I present, “How Far We’ve Come” by Matchbox 20, Songwriters: Kyle Cook / Paul Doucette / Rob Thomas / Robert Thomas / Brian Yale.

Hello
Hello
Hello

I’m waking up at the start of the end of the world,
But it’s feeling just like every other morning before,
Now I wonder what my life is gonna mean if it’s gone,

The cars are moving like a half a mile an hour
And I started staring at the passengers who’re waving goodbye
Can you tell me what was ever really special about me all this time?

I believe the world is burning to the ground
Oh well I guess we’re gonna find out
Let’s see how far we’ve come
Let’s see how far we’ve come
Well I believe it all is coming to an end
Oh well, I guess, we’re gonna pretend,
Let’s see how far we’ve come
Let’s see how far we’ve come

I think it turned ten o’clock but I don’t really know
And I can’t remember caring for an hour or so
Started crying and I couldn’t stop myself
I started running but there’s nowhere to run to
I sat down on the street took a look at myself
Said, “Where you going, man? You know the world is headed for hell.”
Say your goodbyes if you’ve got someone you can say goodbye to

I believe the world is burning to the ground
Oh well I guess we’re gonna find out
Let’s see how far we’ve come (right now)
Let’s see how far we’ve come

Well I, believe, it all, is coming to an end
Oh well, I guess, we’re gonna pretend,
Let’s see how far we’ve come
Let’s see how far we’ve come

It’s gone, gone, baby, it’s all gone
There is no one on the corner and there’s no one at home
It was cool cool, it was just all cool
Now it’s over for me and it’s over for you
Well it’s gone, gone, baby, it’s all gone
There is no one on the corner and there’s no one at home
Well it was cool cool, it was just all cool
Now it’s over for me and it’s over for you

I believe the world is burning to the ground
Oh well I guess we’re gonna find out
Let’s see how far we’ve come
Let’s see how far we’ve come
Well I, believe, it all, is coming to an end
Oh well, I guess, we’re gonna pretend,
Let’s see how far we’ve come (again)
Let’s see how far we’ve come
Let’s see how far we’ve come
Let’s see how far we’ve come
Let’s see how far we’ve come
Let’s see how far we’ve come
Let’s see how far we’ve come
Let’s see how far we’ve come
Let’s see how far we’ve come

#SLS ~ 4/11/21

Jim prompts us with single word song title. Lots of good ones to choose from making picking a song hard. But fun! Means I listened to several songs before landing on “Africa” by Toto. Songwriters: David Paich and Jeff Porcaro. The video I chose was from “America’s Got Talent” when the Angel City Chorale performed. I may have posted this one before but it is way too good not to repeat. I hope you think so too.

“Africa”

I hear the drums echoing tonight
But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation
She’s coming in twelve-thirty flight
Her moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation

I stopped an old man along the way
Hoping to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies
He turned to me as if to say
“Hurry, boy, it’s waiting there for you”

It’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do what’s right
Sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti

I seek to cure what’s deep inside
Frightened of this thing that I’ve become

It’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

“Hurry, boy, she’s waiting there for you”

It’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had