22 February 2021
Music Monday: Life in (Semi) Lockdown
15 February 2021
Music Monday: Wishing Well
by The Dead South
So sweet so genuine.
I bet you taste like sweet cherry pie.
So gorgeous every man's jaw drops.
When will you choose my straw.
So I find you put flowers to shame.
You've got all the guys playing your game.
In the moonlight I will ask you to dance.
Will you let me taste sweet romance.
I throw my penny into the wishing well.
What that wish was I will never tell.
Can I be by your side at night?
Can I be your everlasting light.
I will be your warrior.
I'll be the one who takes care of you.
Just let me know when shit get tight.
Oh baby please just let me ignite.
I'll be the one to control disease.
I'll change the weather anytime you please.
Everyone will know your name if you please just be my queen.
I throw my faith into the wishing well.
What that wish was I will never tell.
Can I be by your side at night?
Can I be your everlasting light.
I throw my fate into that wishing well.
I pray to god that I don't go to hell.
No no no...
I throw my fate into that wishing well.
I pray to god that I don't go to hell.
No no no...
I throw my fate into that wishing well.
I pray to god that I don't go to hell.
No no no...
I throw my penny into the wishing well.
What that wish was I will never tell.
Can I be by your side at night?
Can I be your everlasting light.
Can I be your everlasting light.
11 February 2021
In which I get fancy and then throw Gin off something...
The length of the aptly titled Very Short Story catches me out every time. I had a whole post in my head with lengthy and, if I do say so myself, literary comparisons between a sunrise and Sath's fur, and then suddenly I didn't have enough characters left and...well, this happened:
Gin closed her eyes and thought of another morning long ago, when the sunrise bathing the land in pinks and purples reflected in the mirror surface of the #river running under the stone guard tower - the same stones now under her feet.
— NancyD_writes📚 (@nancyd_writes) February 10, 2021
She opened her eyes and jumped.#vss365 pic.twitter.com/qLamnTiuWV
08 February 2021
Music Monday: Yep, I'm THAT Supernatural Fan...
So...2021 feels a bit like a repeat of 2020 so far, right? At least we didn't wake up to THIS on January 1st. #IYKYK
One thing I said that I would never do
A look from you and I would fall from grace
And that would wipe the smile right from my face
Do you remember when we used to dance
And incidents arose from circumstance
One thing led to another we were young
And we would scream together songs unsung
It was the heat of the moment
Telling me what my heart meant
The heat of the moment showed in your eyes
And now you find yourself in '82
The disco hot spots hold no charm for you
You can concern yourself with bigger things
You catch a pearl and ride the dragon's wings
'Cause it's the heat of the moment
The heat of the moment
The heat of the moment
The heat of the moment showed in your eyes
And when your looks are gone and you're alone
How many nights you sit beside the phone
What were the things you wanted for yourself
Teenage ambitions you remember well
It was the heat of the moment
Telling me what your heart meant
The heat of the moment showed in your eyes
It was the heat of the moment
The heat of the moment
The heat of the moment showed in your eyes
Heat of the moment
Heat of the moment
Heat of the moment
Heat of the moment...
03 February 2021
Sometimes I fancy myself a writer of space operas...
And when I do, this happens over on Twitter for #vsspic:
Translator crept down the sandy path to where the little one stood. I knew to let him approach first-some young ones had never seen humans before, despite their outward appearance.
— NancyD_writes📚 (@nancyd_writes) February 2, 2021
Her balloons...that looked like our planets?
"From First Earth," he said, noticing my stare. pic.twitter.com/JQTmMyvnB8
01 February 2021
Music Monday: Welcome Home, Scarlet.
And the days blur into one
And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done
Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline
Like a row of captured ghosts, over old dead grass
Was never much, but we made the most
Welcome home
Ships are launching from my chest
Some have names, but most do not
If you find one, please
Let me know what piece I've lost
Peel the scars from off my back
I don't need them anymore
You can throw them out
Or keep them in your mason jars
I've come home
All my nightmares escaped my head
Bar the door, please don't let them in
You were never supposed to leave
Now my head's splitting at the seams
And I don't know if I can...
Here beneath my lungs
I feel your thumbs press into my skin again
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