Saturday Songsters – The Killers

It’s  Saturday and so time for another of my Saturday Songsters posts. This week’s track is ‘Mr Brightside’ by The Killers.

The Killers in concert – by Danny Wilson via Wikimedia Commons

The Killers are an American rock band formed in Las Vegas in the early 2000s who quickly rose to fame with their ’80s style synth-pop. They’ve since won four NME Awards (2005, 2008, 2009, 2013) and one Brit Award (2006) for “Best International Artist” and an MTV Europe Music Award (2006) for “Best Rock Group”. The group consists of Brandon Flowers (lead vocals, keyboard), Dave Keuning (guitar, backing vocals), Mark Stoermer (bass guitar, backing vocals) and Ronnie Vannucci Jr. (drums, percussion).

Mr. Brightside is one of four singles from their first album, ‘Hot Fuss’, released in 2004. It was the first of their tracks that I heard and it immediately caught my attention. Their sound and their sense of style has always appealed. I hope you all enjoy the music.

Mr. Brightside

Coming out of my cage
And I’ve been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss

Now I’m falling asleep
And she’s calling a cab
While he’s having a smoke
And she’s taking a drag
Now they’re going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it’s all in my head
But she’s touching his chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, letting me go

I just can’t look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it’s just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
Cause I’m Mr. Brightside

I’m coming out of my cage
And I’ve been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss

Now I’m falling asleep
And she’s calling a cab
While he’s having a smoke
And she’s taking a drag
Now they’re going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it’s all in my head
But she’s touching his chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, letting me go

‘Cause I just can’t look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibi
But it’s just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside
I never
I never
I never
I never

Lyrics from MetroLyrics.

If you’d like to know more about The Killers or would like to check out more of their music, you can visit their website here.

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FFfAW: To Follow the Sun

This post is for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) Challenge, run by Priceless Joy. This week’s photo prompt is from Sonya. Thank you, Sonya! The challenge is that you write a story of 75-175 words inspired by the photo prompt below. I hope you like it.

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Photo Prompt: © Sonya Only 100 Words

To Follow the Sun

Sometimes Meredith wondered whether the face staring back from the mirror could really be her own. The sagging skin and deeply etched wrinkles, the faded hair: all looked as though they belonged to someone else. Anyone else. Surely there was no way they could belong to her.

What had happened to the bright eyed girl who’d captivated the hearts of a generation?

The truth was hard to accept. The party going beloved of the gossip rags was gone. Only photographs remained of a passionate life. Her vivacity had leached away, unnoticed, until all that remained was a dried out husk.

Meredith sighed, turning away from the depressing sight. Weariness dragged at her bones as she hobbled back to her armchair.

The urge to dance, to laugh and sing, to love with wild abandon, had dwindled now. She’d followed the bright lights for as long as she was able – like a sunflower following the path of the sun, unwilling to accept the inevitability of advancing age.

But even the brightest bloom withered eventually.

Word Count: 172


This story is inspired by the William Blake poem ‘Ah! Sunflower’ that I studied in my A Level English. The words of this poem come into my head as soon as I see a sunflower.

Ah! Sunflower

BY WILLIAM BLAKE

Ah! Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the Sun:
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller’s journey is done.
Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow:
Arise from their graves and aspire,
Where my Sunflower wishes to go.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Optimistic

This post is for the Weekly Photo Challenge. This week’s prompt is optimistic.

January Daffodil

Hoping:

warm sun remains,

dispelling bleak darkness,

setting winter to memory.

Eager.


We’re having a very weird, wet, windy yet warm winter over here in England. Daffodils in January. Need I say more?

The picture above I actually took right at the beginning of January – it was the first of the daffodils to open. We now have a few more little clumps around the garden so I thought I’d snap another picture today. Unfortunately they’re rather windblown!

windblown daffodils

The poem, in case anyone is curious, is my first ever attempt at a cinquain.

 

 

FFftPP: Defining Footsteps

This post is for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner run by Roger Shipp. This challenge asks that you write a story of up to 200 words in response to the photo prompt and the optional opening sentence. I’ve included the opening sentence in italics.

Defining Footsteps

Enough is enough.

Jarred stomped down the path, his roiling anger adding momentum to his heavy limbs. Each crunch of gravel beneath his feet provided a satisfying punctuation to his thoughts. He’d had enough of their constant criticism, their put-downs and undermining comments. He’d had enough of their sideways looks and sighs of derision. What right did they have to treat him in such a way?

None whatsoever!

Finally reaching his destination he dropped onto the bench overlooking the bay. The serene expanse of sun-kissed ocean calmed his emotions as the walk had failed to do. After all, the ocean had always been home.

That his rebellious body had consented to carry him the full distance of the path was proof that he was right. A year ago walking the whole distance simply wouldn’t have been possible. Even six months ago he could have made it barely halfway unaided. He knew he could do it – he didn’t care what any of them thought any more. The accident and the disabilities he’d been left with would not define him. He wouldn’t let them shape the rest of his life.

Someday he’d sail upon those waters again.

Word Count – 193

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GPC: January’s Winter Garden

This post is for the first month of Jude’s Garden Photo Challenge, where for January we’re asked to share photographs of a winter garden.

Those of you who’ve been following my blog over the last year may recognise that these aren’t from the garden that I usually photograph. They were all taken around my sister’s when I was visiting last week. I stayed over night and the one good thing about sleeping on a sofa when everyone is up early to go out to school / work is that I’m awake to catch the early morning light and to photograph before the frost has melted away – and that doesn’t happen very often!

I love all of the little nooks and crannies around my sister’s garden, all the little statues, rocks and shells. It isn’t a large space but it has lots of interesting things to photograph. The statue of Dionysus is probably my favourite item – his weathered, moss covered appearance is appropriate for the Greek god of wine and all things wild.

I hope you all like them.

Saturday Songsters #3 – Clannad

This is another of my Saturday Songsters posts where I share a video of a piece of music. This week’s track is ‘Strange Land’ by the Irish group, Clannad a group that consists of the siblings Moya,  Ciaran and Pol Brennan plus their twin uncles, Noel and Padraig Duggan.  Their younger sister / niece, Enya, was originally also a member of the group until she left in 1981 to pursue a solo career.

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Clannad in 2014 by Dirk Haun, Creative Commons, via Wikimedia Commons

The song that I’ve chosen to share was written as part of the soundtrack for the 1980’s television series, ‘Robin of Sherwood’.

Being from Nottinghamshire, the stories of Robin Hood have always fascinated me. Whilst I’ve read and watched nearly every book, programme and film ever made, I’ve always viewed ‘Robin of Sherwood’ as being the definitive version of the legend. The haunting music – all performed by Clannad – the historical accuracy and the perfect capturing of the more pagan roots of the legend add together to make it a programme I can still happily watch even now, thirty years later.  The whole series, along with frequent visits to Sherwood Forest, was influential in developing my love of history, folklore and natural places.

Unfortunately I couldn’t find a particularly impressive video of today’s Songster track to share – but it’s the music that matters, after all!

Try to tell a knight in gold
(Hard to tell your point of view)
He’s to blame
A promise made, a dream of hope
(Know exactly what to do)
It’s all the same

In this strange land
This strange land

Set within the other side
(Everything is on my side)
My lion heart

Death and danger is defied
(Death and danger is defied)
My lover in light

In this strange land
This strange land

In this strange land
In strange hands

Lyrics from songlyrics.com

If you’d like to know more about Clannad or would like to check out more of their music, you can visit their website here.

 

The Sound of Drums

This post is for the Miniature Writing Challenge run by An Artist At Heart. This challenge gives a picture and  a short story prompt and asks that you write either a mini short story (50 – 150 words), a poem or a haiku (3 lines, 17 syllables). To read the full rules, go here. This week’s prompt is music.

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The Sound of Drums

Beating

A steady tattoo

The universal heartbeat

Joined in rhythmic harmony

Interweaving

In quickening intricacies

Feet flying

Emotions spiralling higher

Breathless laughter cascading free

A voice in your soul

Sings

You’re home


This poem was inspired by a group of drummers who performed at Alchemy, a grassroots festival in Lincolnshire that I like to attend each year. Gathering to listen around the bonfire, surrounded by a host of like minded people laughing and dancing and enjoying themselves, gave such a wonderful sense of community that I had to capture it in a poem. Unfortunately I’ve since mislaid the notepad that the original poem was written in but the emotions engendered remained to be recaptured today.

I did want to include a picture of the drummers but I don’t seem to have any. I never take my good camera along to festivals as I don’t want to risk damaging it and last year was the first time I tried to use my phone camera.  I only took a handful of shots and most of them are unusable. There is one picture that I took, however, that I’m quite fond of despite the noise and the blur – I like to think that it looks quite arty! The fire display on the Saturday evening is always one of my favourite parts of the festival and this performer was the most impressive of the group.

Breathing Fire

FFfAW: Passing Storm

This post is for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) Challenge, run by Priceless Joy. This week’s photo prompt was provided by me! Thank you PJ for choosing it. The challenge is that you write a story of 75-175 words inspired by the photo prompt below. I hope you like my offering.

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Passing Storm

Eahlwyn stumbled to a halt, dropping to her knees on wet sand as the golden light slowly faded.

She could hardly believe it had worked.

The shouts and screams that had echoed in horrendous symphony were gone, banished like passing storm clouds into the past. She dragged in ragged breaths, battling against the sobs that shook her body as she glanced behind, half expecting to see the large figure barrelling after her still – but the expanse of beach was empty.

The attack had taken them all by surprise: their meagre defences overrun before many even realised the danger; blood soaking the ground. Only Eahlwyn’s arcane abilities had shielded the remaining villagers as they fled to safety. Unfortunately, she’d left her own escape too late. With her leering pursuer rapidly gaining ground, only a single option had remained

She’d opened a gateway to the future.

As Ealhwyn stared at the strange buildings that had replaced her familiar village, at the roaring monsters rushing past, her horror grew.

Had she simply replaced one nightmare with another?

Word Count: 175

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