Supermarket Flowers

I’ll write soon, but for now I’d like to share this song that my daughter introduced me to by Ed Sheeran.


I took the supermarket flowers from the windowsill
I threw the day old tea from the cup
Packed up the photo album Matthew had made
Memories of a life that’s been loved
Took the get well soon cards and stuffed animals
Poured the old ginger beer down the sink
Dad always told me, “don’t you cry when you’re down”
But mum, there’s a tear every time that I blink
Oh I’m in pieces, it’s tearing me up, but I know
A heart that’s broke is a heart that’s been loved
So I’ll sing Hallelujah
You were an angel in the shape of my mum
When I fell down you’d be there holding me up
Spread your wings as you go
And when God takes you back we’ll say Hallelujah
You’re home
I fluffed the pillows, made the beds, stacked the chairs up
Folded your nightgowns neatly in a case
John says he’d drive then put his hand on my cheek
And wiped a tear from the side of my face
I hope that I see the world as you did cause I know
A life with love is a life that’s been lived
So I’ll sing Hallelujah
You were an angel in the shape of my mum
When I fell down you’d be there holding me up
Spread your wings as you go
And when God takes you back we’ll say Hallelujah
You’re home
Hallelujah
You were an angel in the shape of my mum
You got to see the person I have become
Spread your wings
And I know that when God took you back he said Hallelujah
You’re home
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Hallelujah

I know that I was supposed to post a song yesterday to go with my whole theme this week of my current mindset. (That cheaters never win and that they suck monkey balls.)

Well…it’s also a very sad and despondent life experience that I do not recommend. I cannot tell you how many times I listened to this song last year, with brokenhearted, hot tears running down my cheeks.

(I’ve probably posted this song before.)

But back to yesterday, life happened. I had to go to the dentist to finally get some soft liners on my new chompers (little gum pillows) and then other stuff since the weather was so nice. I always do this to myself, I overdo it when I’m feeling somewhat like a healthy human being and then boom.

I also do not schedule posts. I never have in almost 7 years and I doubt that I ever will.

So I shall just skip yesterday’s little ditty and pick up today where I left off.

Cool?

Cool.


Hallelujah by Pentatonix  2016

I’d heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
Well, it goes like this
The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Well, your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya
She tied you to the kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips, she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Well baby, I’ve been here before
I’ve seen this room and I’ve walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew ya
And I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
And love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Well, maybe there’s a God above
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
And it’s not a cry that you hear at night
It’s not somebody who’s seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Tell Tale

Today’s song is something new (to me) that a friend recently sent me. I like it so much, I’m bumping what I initially had planned out of the lineup.


Tell Tale by Joan Armatrading  1983

And when I see you in the morning
Looking like
You never done
Anything wrong
In your life
But I saw you when
You saw me
Creeping round
Dead of night
Waiting for the light
I saw ya
Kissing all the boys
And I saw ya
Kissing all the girls
But you got obsessed
With the boys
You got obsessed
With the boys
So when you’re telling
All your lies about me
Think awhile
Before your story ends
‘Cos I’ve seen you in the parks
And alleys
Now I got things
That I can tell
Your friends