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They Should Have Asked My Husband.

They Should Have Asked My Husband.

British poet, comedian, songwriter and radio/television presenter Ms Pam Ayres

They Should Have Asked My Husband.
Poem courtesy of the masterly facetious Ms Pam Ayres.


You know, this world is complicated and imperfect and oppressed,
And it’s not hard to feel timid, apprehensive and depressed,
It seems that all around us, tides of questions ebb and flow,
And people want solutions, but they don’t know where to go.

Opinions abound but who is wrong and who is right?
People need a prophet, a diffuser of the light,
Someone they can turn to as the crises rage and swirl,
Someone with the remedy, the wisdom, the pearl…

Well they should have asked my husband, he’s a man who likes his say,
With his thoughts on immigration, teenage mums, Theresa May,
The future of the monarchy, the latest Brexit shocks,
The wait for hip replacements, and the rubbish on the box.

Yes, they should have asked my husband, he can sort out any mess,
He can rejuvenate the railways, he can cure the NHS,
So any little niggle, anything you want to know,
Just run it past my husband, wind him up and let him go.

Congestion on the motorways, free holidays for thugs,
The damage to the ozone layer, refugees, drugs,
These may defeat the brain of any politician bloke,
But present it to my husband, he will solve it at a stroke.

He’ll clarify the situation, he will make it crystal clear,
You’ll feel the glazing of your eyeballs and the bending of your ear,
You may lose the will to live, you may feel your shoulders slump,
When he talks about the President, Mr. Donald Trump.

Upon these areas he brings his intellect to shine,
In a great compelling voice that’s twice as loud as yours or mine,
I often wonder what it must be like to be so strong,
Infallible, articulate, self-confident and wrong.

When it comes to tolerance, he hasn’t got a lot,
Joy riders should be guillotined, and muggers should be shot,
The sound of his own voice becomes like music to his ears,
And he hasn’t got an inkling that he’s boring us to tears.

My friends don’t call so often, they have busy lives I know,
But it’s not every day you want to hear a windbag suck and blow,
Google? Safari? On them we never call,
Why bother with computers…when my husband knows it all.

END

Boulder To Birmingham.

Boulder To Birmingham.

Lyrics: American singer, songwriter, musician, bandleader and activist Ms Emmylou Harris and American songwriter and singer Mr William Thomas Danoff (Starland Vocal Band).
Vocals: Irish actress, singer, Laurence Olivier Award winner, three time BAFTA Award winner and an Academy Award nominee, the extremely attractive and talented Ms Jessie Buckley.

Boulder To Birmingham.

[Incidently, the distance between Boulder and Birmingham USA is 1294.8 miles by road.]

Ms Jessie Buckley.

I don’t want to hear a love song.
I got on this airplane just to fly,
And I know there’s life below me,
But all that you could show me,
Was the prairie and the sky.
And I don’t wanna hear a sad story,
Full of heartbreak and desire.
Last time I felt like this,
I was in the wilderness and the canyon was on fire.
I stood on the mountain,
In the night and I watched it burn,
I watched it burn, I watched it burn.
I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham.
I would hold my life in his saving grace.
I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham,
If I thought I could see, I could see your face.
Well, you really got me this time,
And the hardest part is knowin’ I’ll survive.
I’ve come to listen for the sounds,
Of the trucks as they move down,
Out of ninety five,
And pretend that it’s the ocean,
Runnin’ down to wash me clean, to wash me clean,
Baby, don’t you know what I mean?
I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham.
I would hold my life in his saving grace.
I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham,
If I thought I could see, I could see your face.
I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham,
If I thought I could see, I could see your face,
If I thought I could see, I could see your face.

END.

I Remember Everything.

I Remember Everything.

The late John Prine (1946–2020), regarded as one of the most influential songwriters of his generation.

Lyrics: American singer and songwriter of country-folk music, the late John Edward Prine (1946–2020).
Vocals: American singer-songwriter and producer Brandi Marie Carlile.

I Remember Everything.

I’ve been down this road before,
I remember every tree.
Every single blade of grass,
Holds a special place for me.
I remember every town,
And every hotel room.
Every song I ever sing,
On a guitar out of tune.
I remember everything,
Things I can’t forget,
The way you turned and smiled on me,
On the night that we first met.
I remember every night,
Your ocean eyes of blue.
How I miss you in the morning light,
Like roses miss the dew.
I’ve been down this road before,
Alone as I can be,
Careful not to let my past,
Go sneaking up on me.
I’ve no future in my happiness,
Though regrets are very few.
Sometimes a little tenderness,
The best that I could do.
I remember everything,
Things I can’t forget.
Swimming pools of butterflies,
That dropped through the net.
And I remember every night,
Your ocean eyes of blue.
How I miss you in the morning light,
Like roses miss the dew.
How I miss you in the morning light,
Like roses miss the dew
.

END

Loving Him Was Easier

Loving him was easier (than anything I’ll ever do again).

Lyrics & Music: American singer, songwriter, and actor, the late Kristoffer (Kris) Kristofferson (1936 – 2024)
Vocals: American folk, pop, rock and blues singer, songwriter and author Rosanne Cash.

Loving him was easier (than anything I’ll ever do again).

I have seen the morning burning golden on the mountain in the skies,
Aching with the feeling of the freedom of an eagle when she flies.
Turning on the world the way he smiled upon my soul as I lay dying.
Healing as the colours in the sunshine and the shadows of his eyes.
Waking in the morning to the feeling of his fingers on my skin.
Wiping out the traces of the people and the places that I’ve been.
Teaching me that yesterday was something that I never thought of trying.
Talking of tomorrow and the money, love, and time we had to spend.
Loving him was easier than anything I’ll ever do again.
Coming close together with a feeling that I’ve never known before in my time.
He ain’t ashamed to be a man nor afraid to be a friend.
And I don’t know the answer to the easy way he opened every door in my mind,
But dreaming was as easy as believing it was never gonna end,
And loving him was easier than anything I’ll ever do again.
Loving him was easier than anything I’ll ever do again.

END.

“Beach Boys” Frontman Brian Wilson Dead At 82 Years.

Brian Wilson, the legendary frontman and co-founder of the band “The Beach Boys”, sadly, has died at the age of 82 years. His family announced in a statement, shared on line, “We are heartbroken to announce that our beloved father Brian Wilson has passed away,” his family stated . “We are at a loss for words right now. Please respect our privacy at this time as our family is grieving. We realise that we are sharing our grief with the world.”

I Get Around

Lyrics: Beach Boys band members Brian Wilson and Mike Love.
Vocals: American Rock Band “The Beach Boys” .

Brian Wilson was born in 1942 in Hawthorne, California. He formed a group “The Beach Boys” along with his younger brothers Carl and Dennis, cousin Mike Love and friend Al Jardine; before going on to become one of America’s biggest and greatest rock bands, selling more than 100 million records globally, according to the group’s own website.

Music magazine Rolling Stone ranked them at 12 on its list of the “100 Greatest Artists of All Time”.

Wilson’s song writing with the group included three number one singles I Get Around, Help Me, Rhonda and Good Vibrations.

Wilson’s wife, Melinda passed away in 2024 after 24 years of marriage, having adopted five children; Dakota Rose, Daria Rose, Delanie Rose, Dylan and Dash, who joined his two daughters, Carnie and Wendy, from his first marriage.

In the same year his wife died (2024) it was revealed that he was suffering from dementia.

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