Posted by: Bruce | April 7, 2021

Afternoon Delight – Starland Vocal Band 1976

Walking a trail (in my neck of the woods), it’s hard not to notice the afternoon light. Grabbed a shot before it changed.

Afternoon light

So in keeping with afternoon light I went for Afternoon Delight.

Words for today; Afternoon delight sounds very fine to me

More to come; same blog time, same blog channel

Afternoon Delight

Starland Vocal Band

Gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tight
Gonna grab some afternoon delight
My motto’s always been “When it’s right, it’s right”
Why wait until the middle of a cold, dark night
When everything’s a little clearer in the light of day
And we know the night is always gonna be here anyway?

Thinkin’ of you’s workin’ up a appetite
Lookin’ forward to a little afternoon delight
Rubbin’ sticks and stones together make the sparks ignite
And the thought of lovin’ you is gettin’ so excitin’

Skyrockets in flight
Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight

Started out this mornin’ feelin’ so polite
I always thought a fish could not be caught who didn’t bite
But you got some bait a-waitin’ and I think I might
Like nibblin’ a little afternoon delight

Skyrockets in flight
Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight

Be waitin’ for me, baby, when I come around
We can make a lot of lovin ‘fore the sun go down

Thinkin’ of you’s workin’ up a appetite
Lookin’ forward to a little afternoon delight
Rubbin’ sticks and stones together make the sparks ignite
And the thought of rubbin’ you is gettin’ so excitin’

Skyrockets in flight
Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight

Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight

Songwriters: Danoff Bill

Posted by: Bruce | April 7, 2021

I’m a believer – The Monkees 1966

A bit of an oldie, but a goodie.

Words for today; Shaving – I wasn’t when this came out.

More to come; same blog time, same blog channel

Lyrics

I’m a Believer

The Monkees

I thought love was only true in fairy tales
Meant for someone else but not for me
Ah, love was out to get me
That’s the way it seemed
Disappointment haunted all my dreams

Then I saw her face, now I’m a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind
I’m in love, I’m a believer
I couldn’t leave her if I tried

I thought love was more or less, a givin’ thing
Seems the more I gave the less I got
What’s the use in tryin’?
All you get is pain
When I needed sunshine, I got rain

Ah, then I saw her face, now I’m a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind
I’m in love, I’m a believer
I couldn’t leave her if I tried, ah

Ah, love was out to get me
Now, that’s the way it seemed
Disappointment haunted all my dreams

Ah, then I saw her face, now I’m a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind
I’m in love, ah, I’m a believer
I couldn’t leave her if I tried

Yes, I saw her face, now I’m a believer
No, not a trace of doubt in my mind
Said I’m a believer, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I’m a believer)
Said I’m a believer, yeah (I’m a believer)
Said I’m a believer, yeah (I’m a believer)

Songwriters: Neil Diamond

Posted by: Bruce | February 7, 2021

Hungry Eyes (Dirty Dancing Soundtrack) – Eric Carmen

To finish the day, a bit of romance from the 80’s.

Words for today; Hungry Eyes – lyrics with video.

More to come; same blog time, same blog channel

Posted by: Bruce | December 31, 2020

You don’t treat me no good no more – Sonia Dada 1992

A New Years Resolution for some? I like it.

Words for today; Happy New Year

More to come; same blog time, same blog channel

Posted by: Bruce | December 30, 2020

Laid – by James 1993

I think this track goes well with my last post which featured Lady Chatterley’s Lover from 1928.

Word for today; Laid – well, just laid. Lyrics below

More to come; same blog time, same blog channel

Lyrics

This bed is on fire with passionate love
The neighbours complain about the noises above
But she only comes when she’s on top

My therapist said not to see you no more
She said you’re like a disease without any cure
She said I’m so obsessed that I’m becoming a bore, oh no

Ah, you think you’re so pretty

Caught your hand inside the till
Slammed your fingers in the drawer
Fought with kitchen knives and skewers
Dressed me up in women’s clothes
Messed around with gender roles
Line my eyes and call me pretty

Moved out of the house, so you moved next door
I locked you out, you cut a hole in the wall
I found you sleeping next to me, I thought I was alone
You’re driving me crazy, when are you coming home?

Laid, laid

Lyrics by Metrolyrics.com

Posted by: Bruce | December 30, 2020

Lockdown, libraries and Lady Chatterley’s Lover.

When NSW went into Covid-19 lockdown this year, the doors of many businesses and services were closed including my local library. I don’t watch a lot of telly and have books from the library to keep me entertained. The closing caught me out a little but I had enough for a month or two; maybe longer if I read s l o w l y.

At days end, after a shower and hitting the sack, I look forward to a little escapism before lights out, usually around midnight. Even with my eyes shut I’ll still try to read for 10 minutes.

As lockdown continued, the library books were done. I looked at my book shelf for the next and chose Lady Chatterley’s Lover. I’ve read it twice; once as a young shaver in my second or third year of high school and again only a year or two ago. I didn’t intend reading it again but went to the end of the novel where some history and comments occupied me for a little while.

It was here, in the comments section, that had me thinking about the late 1920’s when this book, by D.H. Lawrence, was published. It was pretty hot for its time (ruled obscene) and banned for about 35 years. I suppose it was about 3 or 4 shades of grey compared to the more modern Fifty Shades of Grey (2011) or a waltz versus Last Tango in Paris (1972). Sons and Lovers by D.H. Lawrence in 1913 was also said by some to be an obscenity. Having read both books twice, I found neither to be obscene but preferred Sons and Lovers.

The comments also had me thinking about social media, in particular Twitter, to which my blog is linked (to spread my fame). Twitter has lots of news and comments. The news media keeps Twitter in the state of ‘The Sky is Falling’ with never ending ‘BREAKING’ bad news. Individual comments, wide and varied, are made by ‘the good, the bad and the ugly’. And some of them are really ugly. So, lights out I pondered on a few things;

  • It’s easier to impress a younger mind with something of little substance
  • Lady Chatterley’s Lover is almost a fairy tale compared to Last Tango in Paris (an empty, soft porn movie)
  • The gutter language in current social media by men and women (Ladies don’t swear, do they?)
  • The bravery or futility of a writer expressing his knowledge of how women think (I’ve given up)
  • I like the comments by wordsmiths
  • I prefer reading books, not screens.

Words for today; Some things change, some stay the same.

More to come; same blog time, same blog channel – next post

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