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The Tin Man Dreamer
The Tin Man Dreamer
How many times have you heard an artist wax poetic about a song they thought was headed straight to the top of the charts, but never achieve the lofty goals they expected?
I am running a couple of days behind for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday but I say better late than never. So getting to it, Jim at A Unique Title for Me has asked us to explore songs that just missed their climb to the top of the charts, great expectations that ultimately missed the mark. I have chosen to explore two such songs, one from British rockers Supertramp and the second from Country superstar Kenny Chesney.
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Red Mist
Red Mist
Terryl felt ill, a gnawing in his stomach that had started in the hours following his return from Orion Prime’s surface.
The mission was uneventful, a ride through the red tide mist to the Orion-Beta mine site where the landing party deployed new communications boosters and completed routine software updates on the mining bots.
No one else from the team was reporting anomalies but several days later Terryl sat in sickbay awaiting his fourth assessment; his previous scans had come back normal, but he was certain something was eating away at his insides.
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The Man Who Stole the Golden Fleece
For this week’s Song Lyric Sunday, Jim at A Unique Title for Me asks us to explore songs whose lyrics mention or display amazement, astonishment, curiosity, shock, surprise, and/or wonderment.
Once again, I have chosen a song that doesn’t explicitly mention any of the keywords however one would have to agree that the things the protagonist does in the song are all of those keywords personified. Plus, the song is ridiculously fun and the video is a riot, literally!
Dan Auerbach and Patrick Carney are the Ohio duo known as the Black Keys. Their influence on music over the last two decades is immeasurable. From a series of best-selling records to production, recording, and mixing credits for countless other acts.
For today’s song they teamed up with rapper, actor, filmmaker, and record producer Robert Fitzgerald Diggs aka RZA of Wu-tang Clan fame for the track, “The Baddest Man Alive” taken from the soundtrack for the Tarantino film “The Man With the Iron Fists.”
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Paradise Lost
Andi survived alone, hidden from the Chinese military patrols. America’s interest in democracy had waned three generations earlier, inevitably falling to the Communist regime in the anarchy that ensued. Her only escape was imagining the picturesque herds of wild buffalo, tall grasses and the endless blue mid-west sky she’d read about in forbidden books.
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No Ray of Sunlight’s Ever Lost
Have you ever experienced that feeling of excitement when you’ve met someone new? All you can do is think about them morning, noon, and night and when you are away you just gotta get back to them.
This week Jim at A Unique Title for Me asks us to explore the primary emotions of excitement, pleasure, sentiment, or spirit for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday. The song I have chosen doesn’t explicitly mention any of the keywords defining this emotion but the singer himself exudes the excitement he feels about getting back to that someone knew he has met.
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Blood Sacrifice
Beaver Springs was vernacular in every sense. Every detail focused on making the homes of this community intuitively functional, yet unmemorable. An architectural achievement rarely seen in cookie-cutter neighbourhoods.
Despite its utilitarian appeal, there was something deeper, sinister at play. The residents congregated at nightfall, like lions, tense as they waited. Their prey, almost always a woman, plucked from the dirty forgotten streets across town.
When she was too weak to fight back, the sun fixing to rise in the east, they would share in a communion of blood sacrifice.
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The Cipher
A Month had passed since intercepting a message. Most believed it was intercepted from a Chinese-Russian military satellite, our enemy in a war the Allies were losing, but I believed it had come from someone or something else. Everyone knew cracking the code, completely indiscernible to the best and brightest working around the clock, was key to our victory.
As I sat staring at the letters, numbers, and symbols, my eyes bugging out of my head, they began to lift from the page and realign before my eyes. I had done it, I’d found the key to deciphering the entire transmission. The message read,
What Is Soup?
The following is written in response to Chel Owen’s Terrible Poetry Contest. The challenge asks that we channel our inner Shakespeare and write a terrible sonnet about everybody’s favourite one-pot food, soup.
What Is Soup?
The sorcerer’s mirepoix, the witches roux,
with bone and water forge a mystic blend,
add salt and spice, merely a pinch or two,
elements together, combine, transcend.
Cast iron cauldron yields to fiery kiss,
stir and simmer, cooking slowly in time,
bubbling, boiling, with wisps of steaming bliss,
filling the fragrant air with spells sublime.
Chick’n noodle, chowder, gazpacho on ice,
mullugatawny, bisque and gumbo too,
potatoes, pasta, or a spot of rice,
some so thick they’re more akin to stew.
What is soup? You’ll find you have to conclude,
soup is the liquid version of solid food.1
Citation: Definition of soup taken from the Terrible Poetry Contest blog post for this contest at Chel Owen’s blog, A Wife, My Verse, and Every Little Thing.
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