Random thoughts from a random mind

I don't suffer from randomness… I, obviously, quite enjoy it!!

My friend Janet – Limerick


I have a good friend named Janet,

Who loved a song so she sang it,

She continued all night

Holding the Microphone tight,

A star, she shines on our planet.



Elbow’s song lyrics are ‘different’

The elbow  above isn’t mine. (courtesy of google images)

I love Elbow.

No not my elbows, I don’t really take much notice of them, (Well, that’s a fib, I do.)

I’m referring to Elbow the group with Guy Garvey as the lead singer. He’s got a lovely gruff, tuneful voice. Check them out, they have some great songs.

The reason I’m mentioning their songs is I’ve noticed how they put some ‘different’ lyrics to most bands in their records. (Well ‘records’ isn’t the word I meant because who has records nowadays? However,  I’d already put the word ‘songs’ in that sentence and I didn’t want to repeat myself.) 

I expect by now you’ve either stopped reading or are saying to yourself, ‘get on with it!’

OK, OK hold your horses!

So shall I give you a few examples?

OK I will then. Oh, and please don’t just agree with me to keep me happy, if you think the lyrics are ‘run of the mill’  normal, tell me so.

(The night will always win) 

I miss your stupid face
I miss your bad advice
I tried to clothe your bones with scratches
Super 8s, exaggerated stories and old tunes
But never by the moon
But not the state I’m in
The night will always win

Lyrics to Lippy Kids :

Lippy kids on the corner again
Lippy kids on the corner begin
Settling like crows
Though I never perfected the simian stroll
The cigarettes and it was everything then
Lyrics to Grounds For Divorce :
Mondays is for drinking to the seldom seen kidI’ve been working on a cocktail called Grounds for Divorce
Polishing a compass that I hold in my sleeve
Down comes him on sticks but then he kicks like a horse
There’s a tiny cigarette case
And the rest you can keep
And the rest you can keep
And the rest you can keepThere’s a hole in my neighbourhood down which of late I cannot help but fall
There’s a hole in my neighbourhood down which of late I cannot help but fall
Lyrics to An Audience With The Pope :

Sweet Jesus I’m on fire
She has the sweetest, darkest eyes
And when it comes into her eyes
I know iron and steel couldn’t hold me
But god I’m easy bruised
But so often a moth to her flame
And the things that she’s asked me to do
Would see a senior saint
forgetting his nameI have an audience with the pope
And I’m saving the world at 8
But if she says she needs me, she says she needs me
Everybody’s gonna have to waitWhere could she be?
Was that a minute or an hour?
Where could she be?
She turns the hours into days.Kill me phone, cover the cage
And wait for the doorbell to ring.
Do you see what I mean? What you don’t get with just the lyrics is the fantastic music and singing that goes with them. I could listen to all the songs mentioned over and over again. The band is unbelievably good. 
I want to see them live but haven’t been able to yet. I’m sure one day my dream will come true.

Blogging has become my therapy, I’ll be cured soon, then what?

In  life I try to blend into the background. Don’t want anyone to make a fuss. Just want to get on with my work. That doesn’t always work, I have to say. Not only do I say things out louder than I’d intended, which draws the attention right onto me, I also bump into things because I can be a bit clumsy. Growing up, I was very shy and blushed at anything at everything. I still tend to blush but I’m not as shy as I was.

Why am I like it?  I’ve never been the most confident person I can think of, in fact I am quite the opposite. My parents used to say,Speak when you’re spoken to!’ or Children should be seen and not heard!’ which I always obeyed, but now realise it was the wrong way to treat a child. My childhood affected me more than I’d ever thought if my lack of confidence is to show for it. (I have started writing about my childhood, as a way of therapy I guess).

Anyway, I have just noticed that I’ve started to write sad stuff and if there’s one thing that I don’t like, it’s being miserable and making others feel sad so I won’t dwell on my past. Carry on reading…

So, where was I, yes I was saying that I like to stay unnoticed. I don’t intentionally go out of my way to stay out of the limelight though, sometimes I have to be at the front of the classroom taking a lesson but that’s OK. It’s my job and I’m well prepared for that. As long as I know what I’m teaching, or doing beforehand then I’m fine.

It’s times when I’m caught unaware that I turn to jelly. It’s ridiculous really because it’s not as if  I’m ‘stupid’ or lacking in communication skills but if I have to get up in front of a crowd and say something, like my name for instance, I just freeze. I would be no good at those meetings where you have to introduce yourself and say what’s wrong with you. Unless it was a meeting about having no confidence. I guess everyone would just sit there and not say a word. Good meeting.

Don’t get me wrong I do try to be more confident and there are times when I can be ‘over the top’ (usually after a few drinks, though). I also find it easy (ish) being on stage. I’ve had starring roles in school plays when I was younger and in our school performances at Christmas. I suppose the reason I can do that so easily is because I have a script to follow, it’s like hiding behind the character I’m playing. I also like to do karaoke with my friends and family. You should see me, I dance and everything!

At the time I’m seen as someone who would do anything to get noticed. That’s not so because, believe me, I have to force myself to do it. I never want people to see me as a miserable old cow because I’m such a jolly person deep down. Anyone who knows me knows that too. It doesn’t matter how bad I have felt I’ve always put on a brave face for my friends and family.

One way I have found to overcome my problems is to write. I think an awful lot, usually random things but that’s me. My thoughts can be translated into words and be written wherever I choose. (You poor people, I’ve chosen to write them here). Whether I have an audience or not, it doesn’t matter. At least I have a way of tidying up my brain cells. I know, that doesn’t make sense… but these are my thoughts I’m talking about.

I’ve recommended writing as a therapy to a  few people I know. I have to add that I am not a doctor so do seek help from a professional if you need proper help.  Writing down bad dreams or nightmares often helps me to sort out my thoughts.  Apart from writing, the only other things that keep me sane are, my family, my friends, listening to music and reading.

Reading posts on WordPress and writing my own has given me something else to do to with my life. If that’s not therapeutic I don’t know what is.

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