Details If you can get past their “alien horror movie” characteristics, up close my bugs have such amazing DETAILS!
Even more amazing is the DETAIL left behind after a molting!! Antennae, claws, legs, spikes, all perfectly hollowed out as this bug miraculously removes itself from its too-small skin.
(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Extatosoma_tiaratum)
Helen Espinosa poses this challenge each Sunday…
The rules are as follows:
Feel free to use the Song Lyric Sunday badge by copying it into your post or add it to your site to show you are participating.
https://helenespinosa.wordpress.com/2016/07/10/song-lyric-sunday-blank-sheet-of-paper-by-tim-mcgraw/
This week Helen asks us to relate a “guilty pleasure”, but other than the fact that I LOVE to sing along LOUDLY with ABBA, I don’t really have any. I love almost all music, unabashedly!
I do have a song though that I feel so guilty about!! And Helen’s music choice today about a hard to express apology made me remember it immediately.
Here’s the short version of the story.
Way back in the 90’s, I had a wonderful 16 year old stepson, J.P.,who in a heartfelt attempt to connect with me, gave me a CD for Christmas. I gushed my thank you but also judged the choice of music so harshly I never even bothered to listen to it. I mean, I like music but a group called the Goo Goo Dolls, give me a break.
A few months later, he and I are riding in the car and a song comes on the radio that blows my musical mind…the lyrics, the sound, the powerful hammering guitar BRIDGE that demands top volume, all of it! I asked my step son if he knew who was singing this poignant song and Oh my God, you guessed it, it was the Goo Goo Dolls.
He just said, “this song is the reason I gave you the album…” I made the lyrics connection to his life immediately. And I learned, painfully, the meaning of the words humility and chagrined in that car.
So my song this week is “Name” by the Goo Goo Dolls. Some of the things written about John Rzeznik’s life made me think of my own, especially raising my younger sisters.
Lead singer John Rzeznik wrote this about his childhood. He sings it to his sisters who raised him; both his parents died when he was young and his father was an alcoholic. The line, “We’re grown up orphans who never knew their names” reflects his past. (thanks, Caitlin – Yardley, PA) http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=656
Here’s my song for the week, dedicated to J.P. with BIG LOVE wherever he is now!
Name by the Goo Goo Dolls
Lyrics from A to Z Lyrics
And now we’re grown up orphans
And never knew their names
We don’t belong to no one
That’s a shame
But you could hide beside me
Maybe for a while
And I won’t tell no one your name
And I won’t tell ’em your name
And scars are souvenirs you never lose
The past is never far
Did you lose yourself somewhere out there?
Did you get to be a star?
And don’t it make you sad to know that life
Is more than who we are
We grew up way too fast
And now there’s nothing to believe
And reruns all become our history
A tired song keeps playing on a tired radio
And I won’t tell no one your name
And I won’t tell ’em your name
I won’t tell em’ your name
Oooh, oooh, oooh
I won’t tell em’ your name
Ow!
I think about you all the time
But I don’t need the same
It’s lonely where you are
Come back down
And I won’t tell ’em your name
found a couple of interesting covers also.
One of my first posts was as a guest contributor to The Seekers Dungeon on the theme of Walking with Intention. It is one of the stories about my bugs. Please take a look and let me know what you think.
https://theseekersdungeon.com/2015/11/20/walking-with-intention-day-20-by-kathie-arcide/
These are sort of examples of the Opposite of what you might expect………..
This Junco, who forgot to migrate, is singing like it’s Spring….
The bright green of this grass seems to be opposing the snow
Very late apple!
View from cabin on Hood Canal
I just discovered this great challenge.
https://helenespinosa.wordpress.com/2016/07/02/song-lyric-sunday-theme-for-7316/
It really caught my attention for a few reasons.
Helen’s specific challenge today was to share the lyrics from a song at one of your very first live concerts. I wrote her and said that I could not actually remember if it was James Brown (with Fontella Bass “Rescue Me”) or Peter, Paul and Mary. Talk about opposites. If I had photos from those early concerts they would be perfect for this week’s WordPress Photo Challenge theme-“Opposites”.
But the more I thought about it the more I realized the concert that really got to me back then was a Simon and Garfunkel show.
Recently my son, with whom I have always been in musical sync, sat me down and made me listen to a song on his elaborate beyond my understanding, sound and visual system.
Coincidentally, it was the following song.
The Sound Of Silence (3:08)
P. Simon, 1964
Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turn my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
“Fools,” said I, “you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you”
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said “The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence
He made me listen twice, knowing that the first time through I should probably close my eyes as the video is pretty intense and might be distracting. I had no idea what was coming. (He was right. It was hard for this 68 year old not to assume things about the look of the singer or the name of the band, as well as the visual images.) We listened together and were both in tears at the end, just from the sheer power of the artistry.
SO anyway, here’s what he played for me. Crank up the volume. Close your eyes. And stay with it to the end. You might be surprised!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9Dg-g7t2l4
Thanks. I hope it means something to you too.
