everything up to that point had been left unresolved,
try imagining a place where it’s always safe and warm,
‘come in,’ she said, ‘i’ll give you shelter from the storm.’
Category Archives: music
not a word was spoke between us
and as i close my eyes…
i realise just what you are.
you’re an idler’s dream
and you’re singing shangri-la,
shangri-la,
shangri-la.
son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou
Jambalaya is one of my favourite songs. Top 20 sort of material. But I spend hours trying to decide which version is my favourite. I usually swing between Hank Williams and Brenda Lee. One of our friends does a rather good rendition too, which sounds particularly good in a rainy Somerset field. But at the moment, this is the one that’s on repeat.
and the vision that was planted in my brain still remains
This song holds a very special significance for us. It never fails to make me feel sad. But glad, too. For so many reasons. I’ve mentioned it before, here and here. So, I was particularly happy when Cast decided to cover it recently. It’s so refreshing to hear it sung in an accent much closer to home (geographically and emotionally). It’s shot straight into my top five covers. And that’s saying something. Enjoy!
i already know the roads that you will take me down tomorrow
We’re going to Berlin in the morning, but I shan’t baffle on about that until I came back. You’ll be bombarded with photos upon our return. But more important than our jollies is the gig we’ll be going to next weekend. Olde Time Religion, hosted by The Springtime Anchorage, who I’ve mentioned before here, are hosting it on 10th March at the Zanzibar, Liverpool. I don’t need to tell you how boss a night it’ll be, but I will: IT’LL BE BOSS. So if any of you are north-west heads, I suggest you get down there, not least to see our new friends, The Wellgreen (who can also be found here and here, JUST SAYIN’). Get onto me with all those links. See you then, but in the meantime, tschüs!
your ears are full but you’re empty, holding out your heart
I worked from home today. I could certainly get used to that. You know, wake up whenever, get up/dressed, get the coffee machine on, blitz through what needs doing, then the rest of the day is mine/the world is an oyster/anything goes. Once I’d finished my work today, I went to town, had a bit of a saunter, bought some food for dinner, sauntered on home, tidied, ironed, cooked. And now I’m here, with or without a glass of wine (you decide), a sleepy boy in my midst (he gets up early for that thing they call work), with my headphones blasting me out a bit of the nineties. Lovely. Shame I’ve got to actually go to work tomorrow. Whoever thought of that.
make a little effort, try to be true
hold you again. kiss you again. my love is solid as a rock.
I’m not a very video person. But since this is just so perfect, I couldn’t not. Honestly, this is the stuff of top tens. Everything about this song is what I love. It would be perfect in a field with a pint of cider. It would be perfect if my boy was singing it. It would be perfect in a club, dancing my socks off. So, enjoy.
