FRIDAY IN BURY

LAST NIGHT IN BURY

PREDICTIVE TEXT

PREDICTIVE TEXT

predictable sex hisses me height off
hit ever gives me hot I want
my fingers fumble on the she's
and what comes out displeases mees
I offered feeds a total foal
likes someone with an IKEA queue of threes
and many a fiend I have lost
by tie pin worms I never means


© Stephen Evans 2014



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I SO LIKED SPRING - By one of my favourite poets

Charlotte Mew's life was a tragic one for many reasons, and culminated in her suicide in 1927. Bridging the
Victorian and Modernist traditions, her genius was recognised by many of her literary contemporaries.

I So Liked Spring

I so liked spring last year
Because you were here;-
The thrushes too-
Because it was these you so liked to hear-
I so liked you.

This year's a different thing,-
I'll not think of you.
But I'll like the spring because it is simply spring
As the thrushes do.

Charlotte Mary Mew

LYD'S "BATTY" UNCLE H'S "RURAL IDYLL"!

HOME FROM HOME

TOPSHAM BEFORE WE SET OFF TO VISIT BECKY AND HER LLAMAS

THE GLOBE IN TOPSHAM. - A REAL PUB. ONE OF MY FAV'S

BUDLEIGH SALTERTON THIS MORNING

MILLAIS PAINTED THE BOYHOOD OF RALEIGH HERE.

BUDLEIGH SALTERTON THIS MORNING

WET WILD AND ALLURING. THE DEVON COAST AT DUSK

WARM. - MY FAVOURITE TIME OF THE DAY.

IN DEVON

Very sunny with a few light showers but thankfully no flood-warnings.   Checking on Lyd's ancestral pile in Devon which took a battering over January and February but for obvious reasons she could not get to it.   Later visiting a couple of batty duffer relatives of hers  (my favourite kind)  in Devon and Somerset.  

CHECKING OUT THE LOCATIONS IN ALAN GARNER'S GREAT STORY

REVISITING ONE OF OUR FAVOURITE AUTHORS, ALAN GARNER

HAPPY ST. PAT'S DAY TO YOU ALL!

HOLD THE PRESS! IT'S SUMMER IN BUXTON. OFFICIAL.

GROWING UP.

ONE OF MY STUDENTS SHOWING THAT LIBRARIES AND BOOKS CAN BE FUN

World Book Day. Thursday.

A HAPPY IRELAND SUPPORTER.

COME ON IRELAND TODAY!

COME ON IRELAND TODAY!

WORLD BOOK DAY

World Book Day 2014: teachers don their finest fancy dress – in pictures

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VERY TRUE

GREAT LYRICS = WHEN ART REALLY MAKES A CONNECTION - THANKS ANNA AND CASSIE FOR THIS ONE!

THANKS FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT.

                                                    "Killing Me Softly With His Song"

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him
To listen for a while
And there he was this young boy
A stranger to my eyes

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

I felt all flushed with fever
Embarassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters
And read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish
But he just kept right on

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

He sang as if he knew me
In all my dark despair
And then he looked right through me
As if I wasn't there
And he just kept on singing
Singing clear and strong

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

[Break]

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me

He was strumming my pain
Yeah, he was singing my life
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly
With his song

GREAT LYRICS - MS SINEAD O'CONNOR - BEAUTIFUL VOICE AND PRINCE'S FABULOUS LYRICS - WHAT A COMBINATION AND HAVEN'T WE ALL BEEN THERE? THE COUNTING OF TIME IS SO RESONANT.

                                                              "Nothing Compares 2 U"

It's been seven hours and fifteen days
Since u took your love away
I go out every night and sleep all day
Since u took your love away

Since u been gone I can do whatever I want
I can see whomever I choose
I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant
But nothing
I said nothing can take away these blues

`Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares 2 u

It's been so lonely without u here
Like a bird without a song
Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling
Tell me baby where did I go wrong

I could put my arms around every boy I see
But they'd only remind me of you
I went to the doctor and guess what he told me
Guess what he told me
He said, "Girl, you better try to have fun no matter what you do."
But he's a fool

`Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares 2 u

All the flowers that u planted, mama
In the back yard
All died when u went away
I know that living with u baby was sometimes hard
But I'm willing to give it another try

Nothing compares
Nothing compares 2 u
Nothing compares
Nothing compares 2 u
Nothing compares
Nothing compares 2 u

GREAT LYRICS - MR IAN DURY AND HIT ME WITH YOUR RHYTHM STICK - MANY FOND MEMORIES OI OI!

AN DURY & THE BLOCKHEADS

In the deserts of Sudan
And the gardens of Japan
From Milan to Yucatan
Every woman, every man

Hit me, hit me
Je t'adore, ich liebe dich
Hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me slowly, hit me quick
Hit me, hit me, hit me

In the wilds of Borneo
And the vineyards of Bordeaux
Eskimo, Arapaho
Move their body to and fro

Hit me, hit me
Das ist gut! C'est fantastique!
Hit me, hit me, hit me
It's nice to be a lunatic
Hit me, hit me, hit me
[. From: http://www.elyrics.net .]

Hit me, hit me, hit me

In the dock of Tiger Bay
On the road to Mandalay
From Bombay to Santa Fe
Over hills and far away

Hit me, hit me
C'est si bon, mm? Ist es nicht?
Hit me, hit me, hit me
Two fat persons, click, click, click
Hit me, hit me, hit me

Hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me
Hit me
Hit me, ow
Hit me
Hit me
Hit me, hit me
Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me, hit me, hit me

Songwriter(s): Charles Jeremy Jankel, Ian Robins Dury
Copyright: Templemill Music Ltd.

GREAT LYRICS - AND SO YOUNG WHEN SHE WROTE THEM

Wuthering Heights 

Out On the winding, windy moors 
We'd roll and fall in green 
You had a temper, like my jealousy 
Too hot, too greedy 
How could you leave me 
When I needed to possess you? 
I hated you, I loved you too 

Bad dreams in the night 
They told me I was going to lose the fight 
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering 
Wuthering Heights 

Heathcliff, it's me, Cathy, I've come home 
I'm so cold, let me in in-a-your-window 
Heathcliff, it's me, Cathy, I've come home 
I'm so cold, let me in in-a-your-window 

Oh it gets dark, it gets lonely 
On the other side from you 
I pine a lot, I find the lot 
Falls through without you 
I'm coming back love, cruel Heathcliff 
My one dream, my only master 

Too long I roam in the night 
I'm coming back to his side to put it right 
I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering 
Wuthering Heights 

Heathcliff, it's me, Cathy, I've come home 
I'm so cold, let me in in-a-your-window 
Heathcliff, it's me, Cathy, I've come home 
I'm so cold, let me in in-a-your-window 

Ooh let me have it, let me grab your soul away 
Ooh let me have it, let me grab your soul away 
You know it's me, Cathy 

Heathcliff, it's me, Cathy come home 
I'm so cold, let me in in-a-your-window 
Heathcliff, it's me, Cathy come home 
I'm so cold, let me in in-a-your-window 
Heathcliff, it's me, Cathy come home 
I'm so cold

Songwriters: BUSH, KATE

Wuthering Heights lyrics © EMI Music Publishing