Life Coaching, Observations, Reflections, Things that make you go hmmmmm
Evolving and adapting ‘tisn’t so for every such thing
Maturation hasn’t taken what is desirously alive
Byways in sunset years, a life long constant smoulders
Eagerly and ambivalently skipping stones in this new old age
Relations and passing ships should they dock or not
Solely isn’t lonely, without young angst, this heart still seeks
G.R. Hambley ©
May 01, 2018
Among all the other smiles
There you were dancing free
Your gypsy skirt flying high
Girl you caught more than my eye
Couldn’t help but watch you move
Hair water falling down your back
You caught me staring madly
Saw your eyes make me your mark
Keeping time with those devilish hips
Lips sending me your angel kiss
Gypsy woman crooks her fingertip
Calling with her wiles to play her game
The same music keeps playing on
Everyone with their own old verse
Those others don’t have the sense to go
We gotta romance and they’re in the road
G.R. Hambley ©
February 23, 2018
Lyric
(chorus)
Once upon a time, there was a time
Wasn’t much in way of reasoning
Ignored all your flashing eyes warning signs
(verse)
From here to there and back to there from here
Can’t quite keep straight what I’m supposed to do
Don’t quite know where I’m supposed to go
This lovin’ baby of mine, got me so I just don’t know
When she’s here she’s gone somewhere else
The calls keep dropping, she can’t say why
Got so many questions you’re going to have to hear
Any one answer could break this lovin’ heart
(chorus)
Once upon a time, there was a time
Wasn’t much in way of reasoning
Ignored all your flashing eyes warning signs
(verse)
More and more feeling I’ve made myself blind
I don’t know what’s got you getting in so late
Would you let me know if you’d found a new flame
Wondering how much more of your lovin’ I can take
Desires died, just like pissing out the fire at night
Almost believe it’s how you wanted this to go
This disinterest is our death so we gotta part
No grave yard sighs, thanks for the lovin’ and goodbye
(chorus end)
Once upon a time, there was a time
Wasn’t much in way of reasoning
Should of paid attention to your signs of the times
G.R. Hambley ©
October 24, 2017
Lyric
Unseen she stepped inside
Know it’s her by the steps
She stares straight ahead
Her face kept firmly set
Padding past the tables
Moving straight on through
Glassy eyes somewhere far
Waiting her turn in Queue
Hear her talking at the till
Voice that completely engulfs
She’s lets out a little laugh
Sees me talking to myself
What’s got you lady blue
Where are you so far away
Won’t you sit for just a few
Coming back round again
Know she’s seeing everything
Always a table just for you
On her own with what’s disturbing
See her reflection in the glass
Does she know what they took
Lady blue where’s your spark
Had to see my wondering look
Leaving quietly like she came
There’s no smiles or waves
If I could tell you what I see
Only lonely as she leaves
What’s got you lady blue
Where are you so far away
Couldn’t you of sit for just a few
G.R. Hambley ©
April 04, 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 |
I’ve been saying we need a damn good protest movement once again. I’ve been thinking we need that movement longer than I’ve been saying we need it.
Something else I’ve maintained for at least a decade is that Orwell missed it by 50 years. I’m more convinced today than I was 10 years ago or 20 years ago that he missed by 50 and we are closing in on 2034 real fast.
If you are of a RITE you are best served by moving along back to the barn because there is nothing here for you.
I’ve had a lot to say and haven’t said much. I’m not alone. Been keeping eyes and ears on the raving fanatics and sycophants of various RITE; mostly those of the raving political RITE. Politics is their religion and you shall hear their RITE words and you shall embrace them or you shall be branded with being that of which they rage against. That goes for all of them as they are all the same.
Me? How do I get to this heart and belief space? I’m a Teller. I’ve stated that my writing is based on observation, feeling and experience. Sometimes, those writings are of my own observed felt experience. If you prefer, you can think of me as a raconteur. I’m a Watcher and a Teller. I’ve always had a curious nature and I am an accredited Life Coach. I’m a Watcher, a Questioner and a Teller.
Those who know me, they know how so very much music means to me. Music is playing far, far more than television. Television serves the great purpose of being able to go see what I’ve read.
In my telling I’ve noted that with those of the RITE, there are some animals more equal than others. Anyone think maybe Bob Dylan saw it, knew it and said it almost 40 years ago? Then again what would an Oscar winner know; isn’t that right you of the RITE that are still reading.
The last 2 lyrics I wrote are protest, “Once Again” and “No More Yesterdays”. I do not like what is taking place in the world. I don’t like what is being done by those who are more equal than others, (Globalization Liberals) anymore than I like the bullying being done by any special interest groups.
When I was looking at the page with 2 lines to go on “No More Yesterdays”, (not the last 2 lines of verse in the piece) Bob Dylan’s, “Slow Train Coming” came up in my music shuffle. Now I’ll admit you gotta make sure you’re actually hearing what Bob is speaking at times. After decades of practice, my Bob speak is pretty damn good.
After all these years, I heard “Slow Train” differently. I’m convinced Slow Train is a protest song and not a gospel song. In the last verse Dylan wrote, and I checked, “Turning my loved ones in to puppets”. Before yesterday I never bothered to go look and just figured what sounds like, “PUPPIES” was just Bob speak for puppets. Re-evaluating, I thought it was just possible Dylan had written “PUPPIES” all those years ago. In the context of the song it makes perfect sense.
So maybe Dylan wrote one thing and sang something else that would give acknowledgement to and correlation with someone else’s work. A work that he’d read and appreciates. I’m talking about something that was required reading for many of us, George Orwell’s, “Animal Farm”. In Animal Farm, the puppies are turned in to the security force to serve those animals who are “more equal than others”. I’m not seeing a whole hell of a lot of difference between puppets and puppies in this scenario.
In the same song Dylan writes, “Deciding America’s future from Amsterdam and to Paris”. Anyone for the centralization of power with foreseeing what the EU was going to be perhaps?
Not a single person I’ve talked to wants some like design of the EU here in Canada or in the United States.
BREXIT, rejecting centralization of power. TRUMP winning POTUS, partially due to the push for globalization. Canada, Trudeau pushing for the centralization of power within the party and taking backlash from within the party for it.
None of us want to be told what we must do with our Countries by those who are not of our country!
None of us want taxation without representation under globalization.
Those Globalists looking to centralize power and create a proletariat aren’t telling you something very important. For there to be a true global village some things have to change and Dylan said that too, “Counting the cost”.
I see it as some things will have to die to achieve that Global Village utopia. Yes I have definitive ideas on what must die.
What are you prepared to let die, kill or defend to achieve the vision of someone that will take away from you and assign you rights in Orwellian fashion?
Those not of a RITE; we do outnumber those trying to batten people down and take away everyone’s choice and voice. We must grow louder and more insistent.
A generation is 20 years. Dylan’s Academy Award Winning Song, close enough to a generation after “Slow Train” and it makes me think and it makes me wonder. I think and wonder if in those two songs a generation apart, Bob was saying, “I showed you and I told you what I was seeing and now I’m done telling you because truly, Things Have Changed”.
Have a good look around and take a listen, just For What It’s Worth. You may find not a whole lot has changed for the better and in some cases not at all in fifty plus years.
One thing is certain, the battle lines have been drawn!
First two lines of the last verse in my, “No More Yesterdays” piece, a small tribute and thank you to Bob Dylan.
There’s a new train leaving the station
Going to be a change in world relation
G.R. Hambley ©
January 20, 2017
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(Lyric)
Sometimes you just know
just know you got no more
no more love left to give
You’ve gone round and round
and round one more time
more time won’t change this back
I’ve stood down and I’ve stood up
stood up when others talked down
down when I knew you lied again (rest 2 3 4)
You gotta know your hold is gone
You gotta know there’s no more
You gotta know, I gave you all, all, all… of me
Oh Oh…, you gotta know… (rest 2 3 4)
There’s gonna be someone else
someone else after I’m over you
over you and your ghost is gone
You never loved what you had
you had someone who just cared
just cared about you and no other
Won’t have hands holding my heart
my loving heart belongs beside another
beside another that knows how to love (rest 2 3 4)
You gotta know your hold is gone
You gotta know there’s no more
You gotta know, I gave you all, all, all… of me
Oh Oh…, you gotta know… (rest 2 3 4)
In love all alone had to end…
had to end so I could be free…
be free to love another… (rest 2 3 4)
You gotta know, I’ll give her all, all, all… of me
Oh Oh…, you gotta know… Oh Oh…, you gotta know…
she’ll be good to only me
G.R. Hambley ©
November 01, 2016
(Lyric)
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
Hell just might be the better place to hang
hang until these blues fade back to black
So so good to be here alone
alone with the quiet of the night
Tryin’ to drift away like in that old song
song in my heart that’ll maybe save my soul
Soul feels like it’s been laid out bare
bare and stripped away from the bone
Bone tired with a mind gone out of touch
touch is something that I’ve been out of too
So so good to be here alone
alone with the quiet of the night
Heart needs to let the head fly free
free to make a little fantasy flight
Flight from here to there with no ticket to return
return for what when there’s no who at home
Home as empty as the liars solemn promise
promise of the wish made on a shooting star
So so good to be here alone
alone with the quiet of the night
Stars fading in and out among the clouds
clouds drifting away to where they go
Go quietly with that good night they do
Do I or don’t I just blindly turn away
Away with the blues and the black too
too many nights left to go on lonely but…
So so good to be here alone
alone and living with the quiet of the night
G.R. Hambley ©
October 27ish, 2016
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
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