Tag Archive for music

Happy Birthday Barry Gibb

Barry Gibb wrote this song…hmmm….a long time ago, I did not realize exactly how old it was. Barry must have been very young when he wrote it, is all I can say, because I know I was. ;)

…and as done by Moxy Fruvous

Happy 65th Barry!

Phenomenal Woman

Maya Angelou wrote a poem called Phenomenal Woman which Amy Sky set to music. It is a beautiful poem and I thought it would be nice to share for Mother’s Day. I didn’t know it was set to music and was amazed at how beautiful the poem was after being rendered to music. I like it when lyrics are poetry and when poetry is lyrics. It is a truly gifted person that can do both and Maya’s poem Phenomenal Woman is lyrical. » Read more..

Mel Torme April Showers

I’ve posted less but thought of Writely Applied often. I’m not blogging much, but I’m writely applied in my work which requires creativity in its own right. I’ve spent a few moments smelling the roses, or really smelling the spring rain that may bring roses. The sound of rain is always appealing to me; I’m a lover of all things weather as each type of weather evokes some sort of feelings or memories. » Read more..

November by Juli

To close out the month at BigShoes I found a YouTube video by a German group called Juli. In looking for more information since the info provided at YouTube for this particular video was sparse, I found and translated via Google, the German lyrics to this love song, or breakup song perhaps.

Here is another YouTube video as well, just as inspired as the first one I chose to publish at BigShoes today. I think it spoke to me more about the song than the other video. Perhaps the winter scenes and cold feel of what the artist or artists were trying to convey in this song related more.

I hope you enjoyed your Thanksgiving holiday. Here is November by Juli for the close of Writely Applied’s November.

Ask not after tomorrow,
because it remains hidden from thee,
Ask not what yesterday was.
We ziehn our circles,
on our trip,
where the sun was just yet.
We drown in twos in our words,
drown in twos in solitude.
Sometime in November.
Sometime in November.
Too long, too far, too much happens.
Sometime in November.
We lose ourselves in the rain,
Due to endless,
why can you stab me?
We ziehn ever,
because we are black riders,
on our way into the light.
We drown in twos in our words,
drown in twos in solitude.
Sometime in November.
Sometime in November.
Too long, too far, too much happens.
No matter what else comes, no matter what you say,
even if you remain silent now, I have failed.
No matter what else comes, no matter what you say,
even if you remain silent now, I have failed.
I have failed.
I know I’ve failed.
Because it is July,
because it is July,
because it is July.
Sometime in November.
Sometime in November.
Sometime in November.
Sometime in November,
I will go.
Sometime in November – whether you want it or not.
Sometime in November – whether you want it or not.
Sometime in November – whether you want it or not.
Sometime in November
we will no longer crave.

Autumn

There is only a week left of autumn. While winter isn’t officially over until late December, seasons know not the days on a calendar. We’ve had our first snow and I’m sure many others have seen a few more days of snow. I’m holding on for a few more glimpses of fall though.

As I woke in time to greet the sun and contemplated my last week of November with Christmas fast approaching I thought I better slow down. With that said I slowly got up and started to write. Like autumn, I know not the days on the calendar. So I’ve filled my Sunday morning with thoughts of writing ahead for the next few weeks and feel I have successfully ended my drought of words. Hopefully I’ll more to say on that tomorrow or then I would not be as successful as I thought.

Happy Sunday. Here is Autumn from YouTube.