Life Coaching, Observations, Reflections, Things that make you go hmmmmm
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| Then one day you look around and notice just how many you’ve done.
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| G.R. Hambley © all rights reserved. | |
| 1 | Little Black Dressed is collaboration that is very special. |
| Living out life in a gleeful rage | |
| Innocence in this smile, tricks in another | |
| The sweetness of the slaughter upon the lips | |
| The second-hand silk is only a tease | |
| 2 | Closing Time |
| Another time, another place, | |
| you’d become not just another face | |
| 3 | Making My Way |
| Walking round and round that house of tells | |
| Your voice comes calling out in the dark | |
| Heard you sayin’ it’d be right for this old heart | |
| 4 | From The Stars |
| Long before there was sin | |
| Way out where the souls begin | |
| Came a song in a whisper | |
| 5 | We Have One Now |
| Happens once and a while, only for one man smile | |
| An angel face, melting eyes, her sweet breathy sighs | |
| Dropping in to talk, lingering on a walk | |
| 6 | Edge Walking |
| Waking to another day, already on the knife | |
| Always at the ready, keep staying honed | |
| Lookin’ round, it all appears the same as yesterday | |
| 7 | Realize It’s Over |
| It’s about taking time to take time | |
| There just hasn’t been much at all | |
| Call comes in on the telephone line | |
| 8 | On That Jersey Shore |
| Started out like any other day | |
| Woke up with the waves calling | |
| Wanted to just lie there numb | |
| 9 | If You Dare |
| Once in a time | |
| that was better than anything in your mind | |
| Not so strange | |
| in a world where love’s made such a change | |
| 10 | Red Rose Among The Trees |
| Know this being all alone to well | |
| Staying late, never going home | |
| Seeing others close, sticks and stones | |
| Hands in hands, hands in my pockets | |
| 11 | Baby Be Mine |
| She’s colder than northern winds | |
| She’s hotter than original sins | |
| Gonna be there and bide my time | |
| Do right and make that girl mine | |
| 12 | Now Begins Forever |
| We’ve been going round and round | |
| exchanging our half smiles | |
| having all those conversations | |
| where we won’t let them the end | |
| 13 | Counter Cutie |
| Climbs herself up on that chair, gives up a little high thigh | |
| Overtly lets them legs cross, grey skirt makes a swift shift | |
| Uncrossing them, a small curvy push, tilting back the cool stool | |
| 14 | Nella Notte Cieca |
| Believing with all her heart someday it’ll come true | |
| Letting the living lie slide on out the way it came | |
| Inside where she hides from herself and the pain | |
| 15 | Angel Beach |
| We were just walkin’ along that beach | |
| Seeing the ripples, rise higher and higher | |
| Stopping to stare into that setting sun | |
| 16 | Won’t You Tell Me |
| Baby I got these thoughts going on | |
| Sitting all by myself at home | |
| Sitting here feeling all alone | |
| 17 | Beach Bound |
| Been working an all night day | |
| Now there’s time for a little fun | |
| Sun’s making its morning run | |
| 18 | Departure Gate |
| Fretting over it hour after hour | |
| Worrying about it night after night | |
| Feeling it fall week after week | |
| Been knowing it for months now | |
| 19 | Train Of Thought |
| Sitting on this sweltering city roof | |
| Far below people roaming around | |
| Sweating and swearing as they go | |
| 20 | The Devil’s Fine Day |
| He done went down from heaven | |
| The boy just up and shuffled off | |
| The Devil took himself a powder that day | |
| 21 | Witness |
| Looking for a little down time | |
| . had to get myself away | |
| Monday morning glory | |
| . wasn’t happening today | |
| 22 | Crashing Down |
| Day slides it’s way to the end | |
| Not looking forward to going home | |
| Turning in at that bend in the road | |
| Rather be making a long drive alone | |
| 23 | Fallen Angel |
| Newly fallen she wakes to a different world today | |
| And she’s never | |
| never been on her own before | |
| Went from home on the hill to a home on loan | |
| 24 | In The Quiet Of The Night |
| Half past midnight and finally free | |
| free from the demands of a clamoring world | |
| World moving so fast it’s hard to keep your feet | |
| feet feel like miles and the miles feel like hell | |
| 25 | You No More |
| Sometimes you just know | |
| just know you got no more | |
| no more love left to give | |
| 26 | Girls Rite |
| You hear them, it’s the shame every time | |
| They’ve all had it happen, been torn apart | |
| Now another one’s got the no romance blues | |
| 27 | Falling Apart |
| These days are almighty long | |
| the nights so lonely | |
| Giving the best for the cheque | |
| spending nights in hazy dread | |
| 28 | Once Again |
| Once again freedom’s crying | |
| ringing out while on the run | |
| It falls to the old ones | |
| those who long ago came of age | |
| 29 | No More Yesterday’s |
| There were those who’d gone ahead | |
| Learned the ropes and roads and dread | |
| Some came and shared their mind | |
| Others struggled and suffered and died | |
| 30 | Everyone’s Girl |
| Her days don’t begin before three | |
| Her nights spent in party grove | |
| Never seen the sun go down | |
| Seen it coming up so damn often | |
| 31 | Lost And Found |
| The times wearing me on down | |
| no time for any little thing | |
| Sprung from the trap you set | |
| gonna take the fast road back | |
| 32 | Lake Side |
| Day dreaming out on the rocks | |
| sun setting the lake ablaze | |
| all but gone the hostage daze | |
| letting down all the blocks | |
| 33 | Haunting Her |
| Unseen she stepped inside | |
| Know it’s her by the steps | |
| She stares straight ahead | |
| Her face kept firmly set | |
| 34 | Once Bitten |
| We were young and oh so cool | |
| Back when we were all fools | |
| Feelin’ our way around | |
| 35 | Spinsters |
| Stories making the rounds | |
| none to be believed | |
| none to be trusted | |
| careful not to get busted | |
| 36 | Left Unsaid |
| Whispers and rustles making the rounds | |
| Sighs and gasps the disbelieving sounds | |
| It’s between us, no one must, couldn’t ever be us | |
| 37 | Were You Me |
| Watching out the window on a cloudy day | |
| Caught up in all those billows shifting shapes | |
| Faces through my ages floating in grey space | |
| There’s so little that’s left out in front | |
| 38 | Missing Day |
| Up in the morning and the coffee’s on | |
| Sour dough toasting, golden for me | |
| A little cinnamon sugar reminds of you | |
| Not even seven and there’s the phone | |
| 39 | Going Clean |
| Whispers in the air | |
| Eyebrows raising up | |
| Pretending not to hear | |
| Taking in what’s said | |
| 40 | If Only |
| Walking on home alone, | |
| that old bell softly chimes | |
| Passing right on by, | |
| the tower bell strikes again | |
| Falling farther behind | |
| that niggling bell tolls once more | |
| G. R. Hambley © | |
| All rights reserved
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Lyric – Duet
Up in the morning and the coffee’s on
Sour dough toasting, golden for me
A little cinnamon sugar reminds of you
Not even seven and there’s the phone
Calling early, they just don’t know
Asking me question after question
This mind is nowhere near clear
After nine and my breakfast cold
Out the door angry again
No time to even hit a spot
Getting used to having to wait
Plans, more than just a few
Between you and me…
missing you so bad I can’t even see
Been too long away…
missing you so bad I can barely breathe
People with problems, half past noon
Phone again and it’s not you
It’s getting real easy not to care
Feel like letting the whole world go
Close my eyes and you’re in my head
Just a moment and the moment’s done
What’s been happening here is clear
Back to facing them with no grin
Out the office door angry again
This aint the world I chose
Letting others keep me away
Not for long by my ready plan
Between you and me…
missing you so bad I can’t even see
Been too long away…
missing you so bad I can barely breathe
Way over here so very far away
Locked up in this hunk of a car
Steaming in traffic, so many to salute
Gonna be the end of me wait and see
Phone finally lets me say hello to you
Tried and tried to talk to you
Words with you and my day’s made
Got some news, could hardly wait to tell
One nerve and honey, everybody’s on it
When you get back no more going back
Another curve, don’t think I’ll make it
I’ve only one feeling so don’t hurt it
Finally you found your way home
They told me you’d never of known
Never more will I hear you sing
Never more will I wear that ring
Between you and me,
missing you so bad I can’t see
Been gone not long,
missing you so bad I can’t breathe
G.R. Hambley & Amanda Borhly Grey
May 2017 ©
Lyric
Watching out the window on a cloudy day
Caught up in all those billows shifting shapes
Faces through my ages floating in grey space
There’s so little that’s left out in front
There’s so much that got left behind
Got more that keeps hanging on
Were I you and you me
It’d all be so much easier to see
Were I you and you me
I wouldn’t have to make you believe
Watching out this window could take all day
Caught up in all that gave me my shape
Faces of some, only the name remains in place
Why even worry about what’s in front
Why would it matter if it bites my behind
Don’t need more to keep hanging on
Were I you and you me
It’d all be so much easier to see
Were I you and you me
I wouldn’t have to make you believe
Watching out that window took all day
Caught up in what needs put in shape
Faces, could manage one more with grace
When you can find someone up front
When it matters you can leave behind
Finding there’s so much life to hang on
Were I you and you me
It’d all be so much easier to see
Were I you and you me
I wouldn’t have to make you believe
Were I you and you me
You’d know it don’t end until the day you leave
G.R. Hambley ©
May 13, 2017
Under heaven, over hell
Love travels Dirty water
At Abbey Road, Crossroads
Grave dancers union
Secrets and sins
Appetite for destruction
Bridge of sighs
No end in sight
Odyssey and oracle
Words of the prophets
Guillotines and angel wings
Blood on the tracks
Smoke from a distant fire
Harden my heart
The rising, New beginning
Learning to live
G.R. Hambley © (many)
February 25, 2017
A couple weeks back me and “Good Friend” were chattering and Good Friend suggested I do a poem from the titles of songs. Somewhat daunting but not as much so as the thought I’d had about making poetry from lines of different songs. Those two scenarios are akin to asking me which, “Jelly Belly” is my favourite in the delivery truck heading to stock the Candy Store.
A couple days ago I had Spotify open on my “Songs” list page. The thought and urge to create poetry from Album Titles got me.
You read the poetry which is all “Album Titles”. Below is the list of Artists as they appear in, “Enigma”.
| Under heaven, over hell Love travels Dirty water At Abbey Road, Crossroads Grave dancers union Secrets and sins Appetite for destruction Bridge of sighs No end in sight Odyssey and oracle Words of the prophets Guillotines and angel wings Blood on the tracks Smoke from a distant fire Harden my heart The rising, New beginning Learning to live |
Streetheart Kathy Mattea & The Standells Manfred Mann & Ry Cooder Soul Asylum Luba Guns N Roses Robin Trower Foreigner The Zombies Kobra and the Lotus Moore Bob Dylan Sanford Townsend Band Quarterflash Bruce Springsteen & Tracy Chapman Beth Hart |
Lyric
Newly fallen she wakes to a different world today
And she’s never
never been on her own before
Went from home on the hill to a home on loan
And she doesn’t have
have even a single soul she can call
Tears are dried, makeup’s so artfully applied
And when she leaves
leaves the door to her heart locked up tight
Prowling round, lost and won’t be found
Angel fell from such an unhappy place
Angel landed in such a strange space
Angel with no smile on her face
The turning heads say she’s coming this way
And there she is
she’s the haunted hunting kind
Nails tapping out some tune only she knows
And she’s marking time
time stepping along the broken road of her life
Not seeing at all and seeing everyone she passed by
And she’s aloof
aloof in the world that’s her lonely desire
Prowling round, lost and can’t be found
Angel fell from a place of fame
Angel landed in the space of blame
Angel with the face of shame
Spends her day roaming blindly from shop to shock
And she cries
cries tears that no one will ever see fall
Heads her way home to die a little more behind that door
And she hates
hates that tomorrow is just one more heartless day
One more loveless day gone in a broken angel’s paradise
And she wants
wants the world to turn again for her for just one day
G.R Hambley ©
October 03, 2016
Lyric
He done went down from heaven
The boy just up and shuffled off
The Devil took himself a powder that day
He stormed on out as the thunder played
On the Devil’s judgment day…
the other angels begged him to stay
On the Devil’s fine day…
the world learned a new way to play
He crashed hard on the soaking earth
The boy’s breath was taken plain away
The Devil clawed himself from that hole
He drank in deep from the muddied water
On the Devil’s judgment day…
the other angels had begged him to stay
On the Devil’s fine day…
the world learned a new way to play
He wore out raging at the moon
The boy laid his head on a stone
The Devil tossed in turmoil all night
He woke having found a new role
On the Devil’s judgment day…
the other angels had lots to say
On the Devil’s fine day…
the world learned a new way to play
He harped on out the new sound
The boy’s tones met with accord
The Devil revelled in the glory
He looked on up with a smile
On the Devil’s judgment day…
the other angels had nothing to say
On the Devil’s fine day…
the world learned a new way to play
G.R. Hambley ©
July 10, 2016
From one artist to another, damn good stuff!
Artists talk and share and bounce off of each other. Artists give back. Artists support one another.
Chris is an artist who I met and “The Commoners” is the band he sings and plays in. They are real good!
When you’re checking out this tune hang around and give, “Shakin’ At The Knees” a listen.
Yeah not that first.
I’m a child of the back end of the 60’s. When I started getting conscious. When I started to really get the world was bigger than my back yard.
First album I owned, I was 11. Crimson and Clover by Tommy James and the Shondells.
The link was to the entire album but the usage was removed so I give you “Crimson and Clover” and Crystal Blue Persuasion”.
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It was also the beginning of my love for Album Art. To this day I love that album. As I look at it, it kind of explains my idea of painting somewhat and a couple I did recently in particular. This was recorded from the vinyl. I can tell by the sound.
Released:1969
Genre:Blues, Rock
Style:Psychedelic Rock, Classic Rock
Now that same band did something someone close to me was laughing about while we were talking but not on the C and C record, my dog sam eats purple flowers.
Throw in this one from the same band, add a canvas and some acrylics and you got a great way to just chill for a while. Free expression was plenty good enough then and it’s plenty good enough now!
Yes I did come by the psychedelic honestly and early in life
This acrylic has a name and it’s the first time I’ve used those since painting on my walls years ago … it was done at some studio sessions for a mural project … mostly I was just messing around with colour and texture … about 3 minutes after it was done I was looking at it with another individual of my genre and came up with the name laughing all the while … I don’t do math anymore so you do the math on this one and come up with the name!
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