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Responding, as ever, to @allnightsong2.May the road rise up to meet him.

5 Songs with boys names.

Joe, The Inspiral Carpets. One of the early ones, from when some manc scally called Noel was carrying their kit.

Oliver’s Army, Elvis Costello.

Vincent Black Lightning 1952. Okay, okay a sort of cheat, but, what a song. Girl, Bike, Bank Robbery, Death, Name checking at least 4 British Bike makers, what else do you want?

Lola, the Kinks, Lola, Boys name? Yes, well.. Go figure.. Ideally played at anyone moaning that trans or any other kind of self expression “Only started a couple of years ago”

Richard, Billy Bragg. Good old Billy clanging on that that poor guitar, still,saying more in one song than some people’s lifetime output.

Anyone reading, please feel free.

#This is Ian #doing a replying..

Tagged by the silver thread of rationality that is @allnightsong2

5 Songs I like to listen to…Only, out of wilful awkwardness and perhaps a re-blog to the esteemed Mr @allnightsong2 as 5 songs isn’t a terribly big number I have gone with 5 Cover versions I like listening to, and are indeed on my ancient Ipod Nano in my ancient car.

Boys of Summer, Don Henley, Covered by Show of Hands. Given SOHs home in the West country, it’s a fitting tune,

Isolation, by Joy Division, Covered by Therapy? Off the fantastically noisy shouty, mad bastard drummer album “Troublegum”

Sol Invictus, Trad, by Thea Gilmore, so, possibly not an actual cover as we might understand the concept, but, close enough. Ideally to be played at daybreak on the Winter solstice.

Days like these, Foo Fighters, Covered by Florence and the Machine. Done by Florence when they headlined Glastonbury after Grohl broke his leg. Possibly only available on the BBCs Glaso coverage, or, bootleg.

Strange affair, by Richard Thompson, although the lyrics are supposedly from a Sufi poem. Covered by June Tabor and Martin Simpson. If you can find the live version from the Union Chapel, it’s magnificent.

If anyone else wants to join in, perhaps with 5 covers, please be my guest!

#This is Ian #doing a responding

Magpie

Magpie black

Magpie white

Magpie tail in flashing flight

Magpie aloft with eyes of profit and glint

Magpie hopping cross grass and grit

Magpie observing life and all with it

Magpie white

Magpie black

Magpie mocking in coarse cracking laugh

Magpie judging in head tilting wit

Magpie there but doesn’t commit

Magpie aware caring not a whit

#Poem #poetry #thatrandomprompt #Probably partly stolen from the Unthanks

@allnightsong2 Gives you a prod, dangling the metaphorical carrot of a good wash in music…Whattaya gonna do?

Give in and do it, that’s what.

Song titles from each letter of My tumblr ID..

H Hope Street, The Levellers

A Arrogance Ignorance and Greed, Show of Hands

N New York Girls, Bellowhead

G God only Knows, Beach Boys, the BBC multi artist version.

I In the City, The Jam

N November Rain Guns n Roses

G Golden Brown, The Stranglers

O One, Johnny Cash

N No Surprises, Radiohead

I If you tolerate this your children will be next, Manic Street Preachers

N New Boots and Panties, Ian Dury

Q Quinn the Eskimo Manfred Mann

U Underneath the Stars, Kate Rusby

I Ideology, Billy Bragg

E Exile, Show of Hands

T The Downeaster Alexa, Billy Joel

D Don’t Fear the Reaper, Blue Oyster Cult

E Everlong, Foo Fighters

S Sol Invictus, Thea Gilmore

P Persuasion, Neil Finn/Crowded House

A Aisling Christy Moore

R Roll Alabama, Bellowhead

A All around my hat, Steeleye Span

T The Galway Farmer, Steve Knightly

I I Feel Love, Donna Summer

O Ordinary World, Duran Duran

N Night swimming, REM

#this is ian #Doing a Listing

Tagged by the, well, touchstone isnt an adjective, so lets pretend it is. @allnightsong2

6 none selfie Photographs.

#allnightsong2 #this is ian #surfacing from the shallows

Can the rain

fear

the sun

can the sun

chase the rain

and in any case

its where

you

stand that decides

if its mud

or sand

#poem #poetry #creative writing

allnightsong2

This is a fairly rare sight. A cabover...

And a Scania to boot. I guarantee you that @hangingoninquietdesparation sees way more of these than I do.

hangingoninquietdesparation

Slightly different styling to ours, looks like a 450, if so, the legendary V8 Scanny.. very much King of the road over here. Also noting the twin tanks, probably a minimum of 300 litres each, so nicely over half a ton of diesel.. give or take.

song: Richard Thompsonguitar: Martin SimpsonLogo squelcher that worked fine with Tiger is playing silly buggers with Leopard - dontcha just

Tagged by the radio station of sanity that, in my minds eye broadcasts a compass of reasonableness in an increasigly unreasonable world #allnightsong

Songs of longing and frailty and dependancy..

#allnightsong #this is Ian #doing a song list #Youtube

randomlyjay

@hangingoninquietdesparation I'm not sure if I am a song but! Charlie says it might be hard to play a Jay since I am pretty complexicated!

hangingoninquietdesparation

Oh, Life is a long song. Even for a Quite complex, complex Jay!

And and! if life is a song then all of Jaysome is also a song, and quite possibly a dance as well!

#This is Ian #doing a helping!

On Shining Tor

Hikers huddle sat sheltered

by drystone wall

flasks mist wafts

till torn

thrown

to the north

shoes squelch cross peat water black

and heather root sank

in noisome soft sponge laid down

to wait

inconsidered gait

the gale grasps the forward gaze

forcing to the ground

for skyward glimpse garners

tears to be found

only to turn your back

head hooded in coats wrap

allows you to look

and consider which path

may have been best

despite

the one you took

#Poem #poetry #creative writing

allnightsong2

West Manchester. I think this is a bit of a far outlying suburb for me to expect to come across @hangingoninquietdesparation .

hangingoninquietdesparation

The sky is a little light and lacking in leaden gloom for it to be too closely west of Manchester. In reality, just west of My Manchester lies Carrington Moss, home of the United training facility, much good its doing them just now. Beyond that lies the flattish hinterland that slumps between Manchester and the perennially, wilfully outcast Janus that is Liverpool, one eye yearningly turned to the brashness of America, the other to the grim arrogance of Manchester. An area full of grey tribes, the Plazzies and the Woolybacks, and the complex, shifting sands of the Scoucers. Of course, only in England can such a place be the home of the first commercial canal, the first inter city rapid transport system (adding bitter irony to the cancellation of HS2) And the once fifth largest port in the UK, 50 miles from the Sea. All of which is now just part of the Pollock splatter of the places, just, west of Manchester.

#Yes Salford is technically west of Mcr #this is ian #doing an additioning

It being

my sixtieth year

from here

to where

I did rise

to insistent sirens demise

yet quiet

from the clock

and went beyond

into dark and diesel damp

where revolutions rumbled

into the rise and break

of day

Past dew and tarmac flat

did wheel and eyesight track

into that

morning welcoming back

here again

noting that

twelve months

may not mean

necessarily

less

#Poem #poetry #creative writing

Put not your anticipation

in the sunset

don’t pre judge

yet

what the sun and sky you imagine

may beget

messages written

in light

and cloud

and sun

and horizons mouth

should perhaps be read

before you place

in your head

just what

you then find

you read

#poem #sunset #cloud #sun #creative writing #poetry

Emotional Investment

“The value of your investments may go up or down”

And possibly it’s wrong

to find you long

to find a shine

for an investment in time

and heart

and ability to ignore

the blindly obvious

that’s parked

on your door

#Poem #poetry #creative writing

Fulcrum

For

a point

sharp and by necessity

as frictionless as free

that balance between

conscious and

unconscious

seems able

to support the weight

of that

which

seems

as heavy as reality

How much weight

would it take

to blunt the edge

that

balances the moments

both waking

and dark away

from today

#Poem #poetry #umm #probable word salad

Fishbowl Taggathon…

Tagged by the Iridescent @anjo-by-the-sea And the implacable @allnightsong2

Both of whom i thank for keeping faith with a blog that has tumbleweed as its primary activity just now, due to reasons.

To produce a fishbowl of my own design..

Which I have failed to do to anything resembling coherence.

However, if you shut your eyes and imagine a lovely round, white glazed earthenware tea pot.

Next to a book, any book, chose your favourite.

Possibly resting upon a brown wooden circular table.

The tea, strong, but enough milk to render it a golden light brown colour.

In a mug, not a china cup.

Possibly the handle of the mug has some oily finger marks on it.

#This is Ian #doing a replying

randomlyjay

Charlie says she’s very sure I don’t have a kilt, @hangingoninquietdesparation?!

hangingoninquietdesparation

Ohhh, you need a Kilt, being able to swish is pretty well as Jaysome as it’s possible to be!

Also! also, you get to choose which tartan you would like your kilt to be made of! I think a green-purple one would be 8 times as good as anything else!

#This is Ian #Being helpful

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