Song Lyric Sunday: How You Try To Shape Up

Jim Adams is the host for Song Lyric Sunday.
This week’s theme is Indie Rock or Indie Pop songs.


Here’s an indie treat from 2006, She Moves in Her Own Way by The Kooks. They hale from Brighton in England and have entertained us with rock, pop, reggae, ska, funk and hip-hop. But this little gem is from their popsy Britpop era.

This is a bouncy little number where the lead singer tells an ex-girlfriend he doesn’t want her back in his life because his new lady is not the clingy type. And she cares more about him than some idealised notion of the perfect relationship. Or something like that. You decide!

So at my show on Monday
I was hoping someday
You’d be on your way to better things
It’s not about your make-up
Or how you try to shape up
To these tiresome paper dreams
Paper dreams honey

So now you pour your heart out
You’re tellin’ me you’re far out
Not about to lie down for your cause
But you don’t pull my strings
‘Cause I’m a better man
Movin’ on to better things

Well, uh-oh, oh, I love her because
She moves in her own way
Well, uh-oh, oh, she came to my show
Just to hear about my day

And at the show on Tuesday
She was in her mindset
Tempered furs and spangled boots
Looks are deceiving
Make me believe it
And these tiresome paper dreams
Paper dreams honey, yeah

So won’t you go far
Tell me you’re a keeper
Not about to lie down for your cause
But you don’t pull my strings because
‘Cause I’m a better man
Movin’ on to better things

Well, uh-oh, oh, I love her because
She moves in her own way
Well, uh-oh, oh, she came to my show
Just to hear about my day

Yes, I wish that we never made it
Through all the summers
And kept them up instead of
Kickin’ us back down to the suburbs
Yes, I wish that we never made it
Through all the summers
We kept them up instead of
Kickin’ us back down to the suburbs

But uh-oh, I love her because
She moves in her own way
But uh-oh, she came to my show
Just to hear about my day

But uh-oh, I love her because
She moves in her own way
But uh oh, she came to my show
Just to hear about my day

Songwriters: Hugh Harris, Luke Pritchard, Max Clarke Rafferty & Paul Garred
© BMG Rights Management

The Saturday Shed: Amelia Orates

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This is a scheduled post using the word AMELIORATE for inspiration.
For those with the time or inclination: Feel free to join in!
The prompt next week is
SECURITY.


Every Sunday in Speakers’ Corner, Amelia orates. She stands on a beer crate, Theakston’s Old Peculiar, with her arms raised and a broad smile on her face. She is one of the many who come to berate, convert, and sometimes confuse. But Amelia’s message is lost because her voice is too quiet and her words too fuzzy. And she is too close to Richard.

He doesn’t need a box; he towers over the other speakers, projecting his deep baritone with a clipped precision that makes one think of the hero in a British war film from the 1950s. Richard begs us to find Jesus. And someone always shouts: ‘Have you reported him to Missing Persons?’ But Richard ignores them and tells all who will listen that Jesus died for their sins. Many shake their heads, but some go home and dig out ancient bibles. Matthew, Mark, Luke and John went to bed with their trousers on.

Red Claire is a firm believer in Marxism and extolls the virtues of socialism. Not forgetting the joy of letting communism into your heart. She wants us to care and share. If she and Richard were to talk, they would find much to agree on. After hearing her rhetoric, people put money in collection tins and utilise the buy-one-get-one-free offers in supermarkets, donating the extras to charity.

Martha wants to save the planet; green is her message, and she deals with her hecklers with facts and figures. She can tell you how many pandas there are in the wild. And the size of the islands of plastic floating through the Pacific Ocean. Her passionate voice bounces along with her bright purple dreadlocks. We are transfixed, promising to recycle more and write stern letters to our politicians.

When Amelia orates, she draws a crowd, but when she finishes, we nod politely and wander off. But we don’t seek to change the world. Instead, we calmly get on with our lives. The lives that don’t seem as desperate as they did before Amelia orated.

Fibbing Friday – Hey, Pop Pickers!

Di (Pensitivity101) is the host of Fibbing Friday where truth is not an option!
To join in tag your answers #FibbingFriday and link back to Fibbing Friday.


1. Who recorded Mouldy Old Dough?
Homer Simpson.

2. What colour icing was on the cake in MacArthur Park?
Tartan.

3. Who sang they were made out of Gingerbread?
SpongeBob SquarePants

4. Who sang Tutti Frutti?
Maria Callas.

5. Who recorded Green Onions?
Greta Thunberg.

6. Who had a boy lollipop?
Any man caught in an ice storm without his fleecy undies– it’s instant vagina time!

7. What is a Tangerine Dream?
Your worst nightmare – it involves spray tan and Donald Trump in his underpants.

8. Sugar Sugar or Honey Honey?
Neither unless you want Diabetes Diabetes!

9. Who sang Sugar Pie Honey Bunch?
A man who annoyed his wife so much he had some serious spadework to do to get back into her good books.

10. Do you need Hot Butter for Popcorn?
Depends on which orifice you plan on putting it in.

One-Liner Wednesday: Up Yer Kilt!

The Little White Rose by Hugh MacDiarmid

Today is St Andrew’s Day – three cheers for Bonnie Scotland!


My theory is that all of Scottish cuisine is based on a dare.
Mike Myers


There are two seasons in Scotland: June and Winter.
Billy Connolly


LindaGHill hosts One-Liner Wednesday. This is not a prompt so there’s no need to stick to the theme. Check out her blog for the rules, read other one-liners, and join in the fun!