Song Lyric Sunday | “Caravan of Love” – Isley Jasper Isley


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Song Lyric Sunday was created by Helen Vahdati from This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time. For complete rules or to join in the fun, click here.

The theme for Song Lyric Sunday this week is “brother/sister”. 

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It was bound to happen – my first song repeat! 😀

It fits this week’s theme, and it’s just one of those songs you can’t hear enough in light of today’s societal issues, AND it’s a great song for Earth Day!

This feel-good song from 1985 went straight to number one on the R & B singles chart and fifty-one on the pop charts.  (British indie band The Housemartins also found success with Caravan of Love in November 1986 with their a capella song version reaching number one in the UK Singles Chart on 16 December 1986.)

Enjoy!

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Caravan of Love

Isley-Jasper-Isley

Ooh…ooh…ooh..
Ooh…ooh…ooh..
Are you ready for the time of your life
It’s time to stand up and fight
(It’s alright) It’s alright (It’s alright, it’s alright)
Hand in hand we’ll take a caravan
To the motherland
One by one we’re gonna stand with the pride
One that can’t be denied
(Stand up, stand up, stand up, stand up)
From the highest mountain and valley low
We’ll join together with hearts of gold
Now the children of the world can see
There’s a better way for us to be
The place where mankind was born
Is so neglected and torn, torn apart
Every woman, every man
Join the caravan of love (Stand up, stand up, stand up)
Everybody take a stand
Join the caravan of love
I’m your brother
I’m your brother, don’t you know
I’m your brother
I’m your brother, don’t you know
We’ll be living in a world of peace
In a day when everyone is free
We’ll bring the young and the old
Won’t you let your love flow from your heart
Every woman, every man
Join the caravan of love (Stand up, stand up, stand up)
Everybody take a stand
Join the caravan of love
I’m your brother
I’m your brother, don’t you know
I’m your brother
I’m your brother, don’t you know
Now the children of the world can see
There’s a better for us to be
The place where mankind was born
Is so neglected and torn, torn apart
Every woman, every man
Join the caravan of love (Stand up, stand up, stand up)
Everybody take a stand
Join the caravan of love
Are you ready for the time of your life
(Are you ready, are you ready)
Are you ready for the time of your life
(Are you ready, are you ready)
Come go with me
(Are you ready, are you ready)
Come go with me
(Are you ready, are you ready)
Every woman, every man
Join the caravan of love (Are you ready, are you ready)
Everybody take a stand
Join the caravan of love (Are you ready, are you ready)
Every woman, every man
Join the caravan of love (Are you ready, are you ready)
Everybody take a stand
Join the caravan of love (Are you ready, are you ready)
Songwriters: Chris Jasper / Ernest Isley / Ernie Isley / Marvin Isley

Song Lyric Sunday | “Let’s Stay Together” – Al Green

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Song Lyric Sunday was created by Helen Vahdati from This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time. For complete rules or to join in the fun, click here.

The theme for Song Lyric Sunday this week is “stay.”

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Another smooth classic came to mind  based on this week’s theme, Al Green’s 1972 hit, Let’s Stay Together.

The song  spent sixteen weeks on the charts and did reach the top of Billboard’s Hot 100. It  also topped the R&B chart for nine weeks. This timeless classic has been covered by several artists including Tina Turner and Maroon 5. It was ranked the 60th greatest song of all time by Rolling Stone magazine on their list of the 500 Greatest Songs of All Time.

Let’s Stay Together was selected by the Library of Congress as a 2010 addition to the National Recording Registry, which selects recordings annually that are “culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant”. The song went on to claim the number-one position on the Billboard Year-End chart as an R&B song for 1972.

The video is a live performance from Al Green. Sorry about the suit.  😀

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Let’s Stay Together

by Al Green

Written by Al Jackson, Jr., Willie Mitchell, and Al Green

I’m, I’m so in love with you
Whatever you want to do
Is alright with me
Cause you make me feel, so brand new
And I want to spend my life with you

Let me say that since, baby, since we’ve been together
Loving you forever is what I need
Oh let me be the one you come running to
I’ll never be untrue

Oh baby let’s, let’s stay together
Lovin’ you whether

Whether times are good or bad, happy or sad, oh yeah

Whether times are good or bad, happy or sad

Why somebody
Why people break up, turn around and make up
I just can’t see, you’d never do that to me, would you baby?
Just being around you is all I see, it’s what I want to do

Let’s, we ought to stay together
Lovin’ you whether, whether
Times are good or bad, happy or sad

C’mon, let’s, let’s stay together
I’ll keep on lovin’ you whether, whether
Times are, oh times are good or times are bad

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Song Lyric Sunday | “The Night the Lights Went Out In Georgia” – Vicki Lawrence

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Song Lyric Sunday was created by Helen Vahdati from This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time. For complete rules or to join in the fun, click here.

The theme for Song Lyric Sunday this week is “lights.”

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Most of today’s music fans are familiar with the 1991 version of The Nights the Lights Went Out in Georgia recorded by Reba McIntyre. But the original was released in June of 1972 by Carol Burnett Show regular, Vicki Lawrence, and topped the Billboard’s Hot 100 Chart in early 1973.

On the final episode of the sixth season of the Carol Burnett Show, (March 24, 1973), Burnett surprised Lawrence by presenting her with an RIAA gold record for over a million copies sold. The song also scored number six on the Easy Listening chart,  and it peaked at number 36 on Billboard’s Hot Country Singles chart.  It was number one for two weeks on the Billboard Hot 100, and was finally topped by Tony Orlando and Dawn’s Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Ole Oak Tree. Billboard ranked it as the No. 11 song for 1973.

Although Bobby Russell wrote both the lyrics and music for the story-form song, he was reluctant to record even a demonstration because he “didn’t like it.” According to Lawrence, who was married to Russell at the time, she believed it was destined to be successful and recorded the demo herself. The publishers and the record label did not quite know how to pitch the song, as it was not really a country or a pop song. The first thought was to offer the song to actress/singer Liza Minnelli, but eventually it was offered to singer Cher, but her then-husband and manager Sonny Bono reportedly refused it, as he was said to be concerned that the song might offend Cher’s southern fans.  Without a singer to record the song, Lawrence went into a studio and recorded it professionally herself, with the instrumental backing of L.A. session musicians from the Wrecking Crew,  then pressed the label to release it as a single.

The rest is history… just like Lawrence’s spot for having a number one hit!

The video isn’t the best quality, but the audio is on point! 😉

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The Night the Lights Went Out In Georgia

by Vicki Lawrence

Written by Bobby Russell

He was on his way home from Candletop
Been two weeks gone and he’d thought he’d stop at Webb’s
And have him a drink before he went home to her

Andy Wolloe said hello
And he said, “Hi, what’s doing, Wo?”
Said, “Sit down, I got some bad news, it’s gonna hurt.”

He said, “I’m your best friend and you know that’s right
But your young bride ain’t home tonight
Since you been gone, she’s been seeing that Amos boy, Seth.”

Well, he got mad and he saw red
And Andy said, “Boy, don’t you lose your head
Cause to tell you the truth, I’ve been with her myself.”

That’s the night that the lights went out in Georgia
That’s the night that they hung an innocent man
Well, don’t trust your soul to no backwoods southern lawyer
Cause the judge in the town’s got bloodstains on his hands

Well, Andy got scared and left the bar
Walking on home, cause he didn’t live far
See, Andy didn’t have many friends
And he just lost him one

Brother thought his wife musta left town
So he went home and finally found
The only thing Papa had left him and that was a gun

Then he went off to Andy’s house
Slippin’ through the backwoods, quiet as a mouse
Came upon some tracks too small for Andy to make
He looked through the screen at the back porch door
And he saw Andy lying on the floor
In a puddle of blood and he started to shake

Well, the Georgia patrol was making their rounds
So he fired a shot just to flag them down
And a big-bellied sheriff grabbed his gun
And said “Why’d you do it?”

Well, the judge said guilty in a make-believe trial
Slapped the sheriff on the back with a smile
Said, “Supper’s waitin’ at home and I gotta get to it.”

That’s the night that the lights went out in Georgia
That’s the night that they hung an innocent man
Well, don’t trust your soul to no backwoods southern lawyer
Cause the judge in the town’s got bloodstains on his hands

Well, they hung my brother before I could say
The tracks he saw while on his way
To Andy’s house and back that night were mine
And his cheating wife had never left town
And that’s one body that’ll never be found
See, little sister don’t miss when she aims her gun

That’s the night that the lights went out in Georgia, whoa-oh
That’s the night that they hung an innocent man, uh-huh
Well, don’t trust your soul to no backwoods, southern lawyer
Cause the judge in the town’s got bloodstains on his hands

Oh, that’s the night that the lights went out in Georgia

 

 

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Song Lyric Sunday | “Days Like These” – Janis Ian

Song Lyric Sunday was created by Helen Vahdati from This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time. For complete rules or to join in the fun, click here.

The theme for Song Lyric Sunday this week is “days.”

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Janis Ian is best known for her breakout hit At Seventeen back in 1975. While she was never a mega-star, Janis had a devoted following and continued to sing and release albums.

In 2000, Janis released her eighteenth studio album, God & the FBI. It didn’t produce any memorable hits, but one track achieved fame because of a television show.

Teen-drama, Dawson’s Creek–which celebrates it’s twentieth anniversary this year–aired it season three finale in May of 2000. Fans will remember the episode, True Love, is where Joey Potter finally broke away from anally-retentive Dawson Leery and ran off for the summer with new love Pacey Witter aboard his boat… the True Love. (This episode also contains the infamous scene of Dawson ugly-crying!)

As Pacey and Joey sail away, the haunting song played in the background is Janis Ian’s Days Like These. It’s about accepting life for what it is. If you don’t put anything in, you won’t get a return. I bought the album after hearing the song once and still listen to it.

The video is a compilation of scenes from season three of Dawson’s Creek. Not the best quality, but the audio is spot on!

(And yes! I watched all six seasons of Dawson’s Creek, own the DVDs, and contributed to a fanfic site! Don’t judge me! 😀 )

Enjoy!

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Days Like These

Written and sung by Janis Ian

On days like these
When the rain won’t fall
And the sky is so dry
That even birds can’t call
I can feel your tears
Disappearing in the air
Carried on the breeze
On days like these

Its years like these
That makes a young man old
Bend his back against the promises
That life should hold
They can make him wise
They can drive him to his knees
Nothing comes for free
On days like these

But you can’t reap what you don’t sow
And you can’t plant in fallow ground
So let us fill this empty earth with hope
Until the rains come down

In lives like these
Where every moment counts
I add up all the things
That I can live without
When the one thing left
Is the blessing of my dreams?
I can make my peace
With days like these

I can make my peace
With days like these

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Song Lyric Sunday | “Watching You” – Loose Ends

Song Lyric Sunday was created by Helen Vahdati from This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time. For complete rules or to join in the fun, click here.

The theme for Song Lyric Sunday this week is “seeing.”

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The mister suggested this thirty-year-old dance tune. It’s been a favorite of his since the days VH1 wasn’t the hot mess it is now did nothing but played great videos from every genre.
Brits Carl McIntosh, Jane Eugene, and founder Steve Nichol made up the R & B band Loose Ends and took Watching You (Watching Me) went all the way to number two on the U.S. R & B charts in 1988.

 

Enjoy!

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Watching You (Watching Me)

by Loose Ends

Written by Carl McIntosh

Tell me something, why’s it oh so cold in my house
I’ve been feelin’ like the whole world’s
Been right on my shoulders

Since you’ve left there’s been black cat sittin’
On my door step
Was I hallucinatin’ cuz I’m sure he spoke to me he said

(Bridge)
Remember the time
(I don’t rememba?)
You drank to much wine
(but I was having so much fun, yeh, yeh)
You’re secret phone calls
(your secret lil’ business, you, you, know)
Some things you can’t hide

()
I’ve been watching
Watching you watching me
Tell me something
Why is o so cold your house
(I’ve been watching you)
*repeat*
(ooo so so cold in your house)

Tell me something why’s it oh so cold in your house
The sun is shining like the wind still whistles through the window
Can’t help thinkin there’s the some things
You’ve done peculiar, baby
Now I’ve been silent
But it’s time for me to say, to ya

(Bridge)
Remember the time
(which time baby?)
You drank to much wine
(but she was just a good friend)
Your secret phone calls
(you know I gotta take care of business)
Some things you can’t hide
(a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do)

()
I’ve been watching
Watching you watching me
Tell me something
Why’s it oh so cold your house
(my house)
*repeat 2 times*
I’ve been watching
(I’ve been watching you)

(Talk)
Grrr you’ve been such a bad boy
(oooo yeah)
You cheated on me and I found out ’bout ya
(oooo yeah)
Such a nastyyy boy
(oooo yeah)
Grrrrrrr
(oooo yeah)
So nastyy
(oooo yeah)

I’ve been watching you
()
I’ve been watching
Watching you watching me
(yehhhhh)
Tell me something why’s it oh so cold
Your house
(my house)
*repeat (till’ fades)*

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Song Lyric Sunday | “Shadow Dancing” – Andy Gibb

Song Lyric Sunday was created by Helen Vahdati from This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time. For complete rules or to join in the fun, click here.

The theme for Song Lyric Sunday this week is “shadow.”

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Family and long-time friends saw this pick coming a mile away.

I graduated from high school May 26, 1978. It was the time of funk and disco and artists like Kool & the Gang, Parliament, Tavares, Chic, and of course, the queen, Donna Summer, dominated music charts. Already a chart-topping group, movies Saturday Night Fever and the remake of Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band made mega-music gods of the amazing Brothers Gibb – the Bee Gees. But, it was their baby brother, Andy, who would take center stage… and the number one spot on music charts for seven weeks in the summer of 1978 with Shadow Dancing!

According to Billboard’s Book Of Number One Hits, Gibb became the first solo artist in the history of the U.S. pop charts to have his first three singles hit the number-one spot. Shadow Dancing remained in the top spot for seven straight weeks from 17 June to 29 July 1978. On 5 August it was replaced by The Rolling Stones with their hit “Miss You.” Additionally, “Shadow Dancing” was listed by Billboard as being the number one single of 1978. In addition the song peaked at number eleven on the soul chart and sold 2.5 million copies in the United States alone.

Sadly, plagued with depression, Andy Gibb was paranoid about his success and the people around him, leading to his cocaine addiction.

After complaining of chest pains, Andy was admitted to the hospital where he died a short time later as a result of myocarditis, an inflammation of the heart muscle caused by a recent viral infection,  which was exacerbated by his years of cocaine abuse. It was March 10, 1988–five days after Gibb’s thirtieth birthday.

We’ve lost many young lives far too soon in the recording industry, but fortunately, their music legacy lives on.

 

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 Shadow Dancing

by Andy Gibb

Written by Barry, Robin, Maurice, and Andy Gibb
You got me looking at that heaven in your eyes
I was chasing your direction, I was telling you no lies
And I was loving you
When the words are said, baby, I lose my head

And in a world of people, there’s only you and I
There ain’t nothing come between us in the end
How can I hold you when you ain’t even mine?
Only you can see me through
I leave it up to you

Do it light, taking me through the night
Shadow dancing, baby you do it right, uh-huh
Give me more, drag me across the floor
Shadow dancing, all this and nothing more

All that I need is just one moment in your arms
I was chasing your affection, I was doing you no harm
And I was loving you
Make it shine, make it rain, baby I know my way

I need that sweet sensation of living in your love
I can’t breath when you’re away, it pulls me down
You are the question and the answer am I
Only you can see me through
I leave it up to you

Do it light, taking me through the night
Shadow dancing, baby you do it right
Give me more, drag me across the floor
Shadow dancing, all this and nothing more

And in this world of people, there’s only you and I
There ain’t nothing come between us in the end
How can I hold you when you ain’t even mine?
Only you can see me through
I leave it up to you, oh

Do it light, taking me through the night
Shadow dancing, baby you do it right
Give me more, drag me across the floor
Shadow dancing, all this and nothing more

Do it light, taking me through the night
Shadow dancing, baby you do it right
Give me more, drag me across the floor
Shadow dancing, all this and nothing more

Do it light, taking me through the night
Shadow dancing, baby you do it right
Give me more, drag me across the floor
Shadow dancing, all this and nothing more

Do it light, taking me through the night
Shadow dancing, baby you do it right
Give me more, drag me across the floor
Shadow dancing, all this and nothing more

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Touch #52weeks52stories


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#52weeks52stories Writing Challenge: Week 10

Word prompt:  friend

Word count: 1193

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“Hey mom, look at my rock.”

Jill Morgan, distracted by dinner preparations, responded without looking at her eight-year-old-son.

“That’s nice, Jeffie.”

“And it’s cool, mom. It changes colors, see?”

Jill glanced over her shoulder to see the glow of the smooth orb in her son’s hands change from green to red.

Potato and peeler fell from her hands to the floor.

“Jeffrey Alan Morgan!” What did your dad and I tell you about messing around near the old rock quarry?”

She rushed over to him.

“They shut that place down and walked away without any notice. We have no idea if there are open shafts or toxic chemicals in that place.”

Grabbing the rock from his hands, Jill’s face went blank. The glow was gone, and she held a plain piece of gray slate. She tilted her head down to her son. “Are you playing a trick on your mom?”

His eyes locked on to the rock, Jeffie shook his head. “No, mom. Honest. It changed colors. You saw it, right?”

“I saw something, I’m just – “

Sizzling pops behind her grabbed Jill’s attention.

“Dang it!” She raced to the overflowing pot but was startled by the ringing land-line phone.

“Oh, for the love of…” Sliding the pot from the burner to the counter, Jill stomped across the kitchen to the phone, tossing the stone back to Jeffie.

“You take this thing back to wherever you found it, Jeffrey Alan, and come right back here for a hot bath, just to be safe.”

Rock and child were forgotten as she answered the phone to get a health update from her husband about his dad. Jill didn’t see the red glow return to the rock cradled in Jeffie’s hands.

Frowning, the eight-year-old walked out the back door and sat on the steps. Why did the colors stop when his mom touched the rock?

Jeffie Morgan needed answers. With a quick glance over his shoulder, he hopped from the porch steps, headed for the far back corner of the backyard—the corner on the side of the garage shrouded in bushes and trees.

He ducked down and crawled under the lowest bush, scooting forward until his body cleared the thick branch. Pushing himself to his knees, Jeffie sat up in the small hollow created by the bushes. The denseness of the foliage kept the pocket cool, allowing enough light to stream through the brush so the child could see clearly.

“I know you’re here, Hypo.”

At first a transparent outline, Hypo faded into corporeal form.

The alien sat in the dirt, his thin lower limbs crossed at each of his two sets of knees.

“Why didn’t the rock work for my mom, Hypo?”

The Hypogean extra-terrestrial extended his upper limb to Jeffie, who placed the rock in his two-digit hand.

The stone flashed a bright yellow, rising into the air. As it hovered, Hypo reached out and touched Jeffie’s arm.

Jeffie Morgan wasn’t afraid. He learned soon after finding Hypo near his favorite tree swing two days ago touch was the only way he and Hypo could communicate and hear each other.

“The globule illuminates only for the one who created it and the one it was created for.”

“But why, Hypo?”

“When we met, you were despondent because you thought your elder was losing his life source. I filled the globule with my energy to help you feel better.”

Arthur Morgan, Jeffie’s grandpa, had a heart attack three days earlier and Jeffie’s dad flew to San Francisco to be with him. Grandpa Art was better and would leave the hospital soon, but Jeffie, afraid he’d never see his grandpa again, had sat in his tree swing and cried.

“When my people experience distress, it disrupts their life force. Sharing our energy helps to calm the disruption. I believe your people would call it a boost.”

“I think I understand, Hypo.”

The globule ceased to spin and lowered back into Hypo’s palm. He gave it back to Jeffie.

“Our life forces are different, and this will serve you well into your later years. But, I must caution you again against sharing the knowledge of it. Your people are impetuous and act before knowing the facts.”

“You haven’t told me how you know so much about us, Hypo.”

“We’ve been watching you for thousands of years, Jeffie. In some ways, your people have made great strides. Your technology, though crude, serves you well, But the minds of humans… your thought processes, still hold you back.”

Hypo’s body, a pale coral in color, morphed to deep, dark red.

“I must go now, Jeffie Morgan. The lunar eclipse approaches and it is the only time we can exit your world undetected.”

“What? No, please. Can’t you stay longer? You can stay in my room so you don’t have to worry about the sun.”

Hypo’s coloring returned to his normal shade.

“No, Jeffie Morgan. Even if we didn’t have to avoid direct sunlight, extended exposure to the atmosphere of Etieran—this place you call Earth—would weaken us over time. The moon has no atmosphere, but still has solar exposure. That is why we live inside it.”

Jeffie hung his head.

“Why does your energy darken, Jeffie Morgan?”

“I liked having a friend.”

“Please explain.”

“We haven’t lived in Southbrook very long. My dad’s job sent him here. In San Francisco I had friends and people didn’t care my mom is black and my dad is white.”

A single tear rolled down his cheek.

“Here, they treat me like I’m the alien.” His face brightened at his joke.

“I understand, Jeffie Morgan. It’s something else we’ve witnessed about your kind that bears no logic. The separation of your species based on how your outer surface appears. The mistreatment and alienation… wars fought and life forces lost. Hypogeans do not have this.” His deep-set emerald eyes blinked sideways. “Nor do we want it.”

“I get it, Hypo. I just have so many questions. There’s so much I want to know.”

Hypo’s coloring flashed to deep purple.

“I must go. Hypogeans are in danger of discovery. That can’t happen.”

“But I know about you, Hypo.”

“Yes, you do, Jeffie Morgan, as do many others. When there’s no sense of danger detected, we interact.”

Hypo’s touch on Jeffie’s hand lightened as he faded from view.

“We will see each other again, Jeffie Morgan, and be encouraged. The elder—your grandpa Art—and your parents will be with you for many years to come.”

Hypo’s departure paused and he gripped Jeffie’s wrist with his two digit-hand.

“Take care… my… friend.”

Jeffie was sad Hypo was gone but happy they’d met.

Spreading a few branches on the ground, he placed the globule on them and covered it with a few more. He would follow Hypo’s instructions and keep it hidden.

Laying on his belly, Jeffie crawled from the dark hollow.

He didn’t need the globule right now anyway. Hypo said grandpa Art was going to be fine and that was enough to make Jeffie happy.

Heading for the back door, Jeffie began to run.

He didn’t even mind having to take a bath.

 

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Song Lyric Sunday | “We Are Family” – Sister Sledge

Song Lyric Sunday was created by Helen Vahdati from This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time. For complete rules or to join in the fun, click here.

The theme for Song Lyric Sunday this week is “unity.”

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Nothing says unity like family and what family song is more well-known than Sister Sledge’s 1979 hit, We Are family? One of the many songs from the disco era with staying power, We Are Family is still a big request in clubs across the country and has been used in commercials as well as movies like Bridget Jones’ Diary and one of my favorites, The Birdcage.

The song helped make the four sisters from Philly international stars on the music scene and their celebrity continues. The sisters sang for Pope Francis in 2015. Sadly, Joni passed away a year ago yesterday, March 10, 2017, at her home in Phoenix, Arizona. She was only sixty years old.

Kim, Kathy, and Debbie Sledge vow to continue performing as Sister Sledge.

Music videos weren’t a “thing” in 1979 and I didn’t care for the “official” video for this song. Bad lip syncing, bad lighting, what’s up with those outfits, and the sisters move as though they went to the Whitney Houston School of Dance. (You know I still love you madly, Whitney!)

Instead I chose a 2011 live performance from an Oprah show featuring “Women Who Rock.” Near the end of the video you’ll see Stevie Nicks, Sheryl Crow, Pat Benatar (YAAY!), Salt-N-Pepa, Avril Lavigne and Miley Cyrus join in the sing-along!

Enjoy!

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We Are Family

by Sister Sledge

We are family
I got all my sisters with me
We are family
Get up ev’rybody and sing
We are family
I got all my sisters with me
We are family
Get up ev’rybody and sing
Ev’ryone can see we’re together
As we walk on by
(Hey) and we fly just like birds of a feather
I won’t tell no lie
(ALL!) all of the people around us they say
Can they be that close
Just let me state for the record
We’re giving love in a family dose
We are family
I got all my sisters with me
We are family
Get up ev’rybody and sing
We are family
I got all my sisters with me
We are family
Get up ev’rybody and sing
Living life is fun and we’ve just begun
To get our share of the world’s delights
(HIGH!) high hopes we have for the future
And our goal’s in sight
(WE!) no we don’t get depressed
‘Cause here’s what we call our golden rule
Have faith in you and the things you do
You won’t go wrong
This is our family Jewel
We are family
I got all my sisters with me
We are family
Get up ev’rybody and sing
We are family
I got all my sisters with me
We are family
Get up ev’rybody and sing
We are family
We are family
We are family
We are family
We are family
We are family
We are family
Songwriters: Nile Rodgers / Bernard Edwards

Priorities #52weeks52stories


dumpster


Cinna’s designer heels clicked against the pavement as she left the office building.

It had been a long day. A long disappointing day.

After seven weeks of knocking herself out, the promotion she wanted more than anything went to someone else.

Cinna didn’t deny Elsa had more experience and more seniority at Langley, but the woman’s natural bad attitude and inclination to pick a fight over the most trivial office task would only lead to endless headaches for the accounting department.

She wasn’t looking for more headaches, Cinna wanted to buy a home. The increase in pay for department manager would have made that possible.

Clicking the remote on her car fob, Cinna opened the door to the Lexus and dropped into the seat as though she bore the weight of the world on her back.

Selling her condo would still get her the down payment for a house, but she’d planned on hanging on to it as an investment and lease it out.

Dammit! Nothing ever worked out for her.

She would be thirty-three-years-old next month and wasn’t where she wanted to be in life. She didn’t have her own home… or a husband and children to share it with.

Cinna sent Art Clarey on his way early last year.  After four years together, Cinna knew the hapless optometrist didn’t hold her happily-ever-after.

In no mood to cook, Cinna stopped at Boston Markets, but after several minutes could only decide on an order of macaroni and cheese.

Her mind raced as she returned to her car. What would she do now? She didn’t have a plan B. Cinna wanted forward movement in her life. She thought about checking what positions were available in her field when she heard a noise. None of the other customers coming and going didn’t seem to notice, so Cinna continued on to her car.

She heard the noise again.

Something slammed shut, and someone cried out.

Turning, she followed the walkway to the edge of the storefront.

Glancing toward the back of the parking lot, Cinna saw a woman and two young children. One of the children–a boy– was holding his hand and crying as the woman lifted the lid of the trash bin.

A mother and her two children… hungry and looking for food.

A myriad of emotions washed over Cinnamon Hinkley… shock, disgust, anger, pity… and shame.

She didn’t have the things she wanted, but she had everything she needed. She didn’t have to wonder where her next meal would come from or where she would sleep each night.

A mother and her children.

Cinna didn’t know what led them to this moment in their lives rummaging through a trash bin, but it didn’t matter.

She went back into the store and placed a different order… a much larger order. She couldn’t solve all their problems, but they would not eat from a dumpster tonight.

 

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Song Lyric Sunday | “6, 8, 12” – Brian McKnight

Song Lyric Sunday was created by Helen Vahdati from This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time. For complete rules or to join in the fun, click here.

The theme for Song Lyric Sunday this week is “numbers”. 

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6, 8, 12–a song about devastating heartbreak appears on the album Back At One (1999) and on the album From There to Here: 1989-2002 (2002).

See my Song Lyric Sunday selection on Nesie’s Place.

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6, 8, 12

Brian McKnight

Ooh, ooh

Do you ever think about me?

Do you ever cry yourself to sleep?

In the middle of the night when you’re awake,

Are you calling out for me?

Do you ever reminisce?

I can’t believe I’m acting like this

I know it’s crazy

How I still can feel your kiss

It’s been six months, eight days, twelve hours

Since you went away

I miss you so much and I don’t know what to say

I should be over you

I should know better but it’s just not the case

It’s been six months, eight days, twelve hours

Since you went away

Do you ever ask about me?

Do your friends still tell you what to do?

Every time the phone rings,

Do you wish it was me calling you?

Do you still feel the same?

Or has time put out the flame?

I miss you

Is everything okay?

It’s been six months, eight days, twelve hours

Since you went away

I miss you so much and I don’t know what to say

I should be over you

I should know better but it’s just not the case

It’s been six months, eight days, twelve hours

Since you went away

It’s hard enough just passing the time

When I can’t seem to get you off my mind

And where is the good in goodbye?

Tell me why, tell me why

It’s been six months, eight days, twelve hours

Since you went away

I miss you so much and I don’t know what to say

I should be over you

I should know better but it’s just not the case

It’s been six months, eight days, twelve hours

Since you went away

Sing it for me

Ooh, ooh

Songwriters: Brian Kelly Mcknight / Michael Brandon Barnes