We’Re Not Breaking Out

I’ve been nominated for another award. This time I was nominated for another award, this time by Lydia –  http://lydiadevadason.wordpress.com/. It’s called the versatile blogger award and I have no idea yet what I am supposed to, but I’ll look into it a.s.a.p. and get round to writing what needs to be written. All these nominations involve heavy writing; I guess that’s what being a blogger is all about: Writing. Thank you very much dear Lydia, I’ll see to it that it’s done before the end of the week.

I wanted to write all sorts of things about my day, but I found it quite difficult to get my attempts of getting some decent sounds out of my guitar not worthy of a blog yet. I did however write some lyrics that I had people will read.  As I am fairly new to the music business – as in only this year – I’ve found it very hard to come up with some good topics to write about. I have to use a lot of imagination as I don’t go outside a  lot and I don’t lead an exciting life full of great happenings worth mentioning in songs. So, I have to really think very hard and most often think of hypothetical situations like below: what would happen if … 

 

We’re Not Breaking Out

We’re not breaking out, sir
This hole is for air
Yes, the spoons are for digging
We could use a new pair
Could you give us a hand, sir
We’re not breaking out
We could use some fresh air
So there’s no need to shout

There’s no need to shout, sir
There’s no need to shout
You’ve made yourself clear, sir
There’s not need to shout

We’re not breaking out, sir
Though we’ve come a long way
There’s light at the end
And we don’t want to stay
In this cesspool you have, sir
There are killers about
There are rapists and sinners
But there’s no need to shout

There’s no need to shout, sir
There’s no need to shout
You’ve made yourself clear, sir
There’s no need to shout

The sun is shining in our eyes
We haven’t said our goodbyes
And I don’t think we’ll see you again
No, we’ll never see you again

We’re not breaking out, sir
People are trying to break in
If you’d just turn a blind eye
Have some wine, have some gin
You can have all you like, sir
As we’re on our way out
There’s a thick wall between us
So it’s useless to shout

There’s no need to shout, sir
There’s no need to shout
You’ve made yourself clear, sir
There’s no need to shout

That’s it. It’s 1 a.m. in the morning (I have classmates who seriously say it like this). See me tomorrow.

Queen Anne’s Revenge

27-03-2014 Thursday

‘The world is my lobster.’ I kind of liked the proverb, except I couldn’t find a way of fitting it into today’s blog in any sensible way. Actually, come to think of it, I’ve never heard anybody use the proverb in everyday life so far. Obviously I’m not the only one who can’t fit it in properly. Is it being used in literature at all? Come to think of it, I have the feeling proverbs are getting more and more a thing of the past. Am I the only one? I think I’ll try my best to give this proverb and others some more attention in my writings.
It’s going to be a short story today, because I spent my time writing something else which I’ll tell you about in a minute (or two, depends on how fast you are reading). For some reason we started talking about pirates today during history class. Don’t ask me how we came to talk about that, because I was not really paying attention. I was reading a note Evelyn had sent me about this weekend. It read that she was looking forward to meeting my family and that I shouldn’t worry about it too much. Truth is that I just have no idea what to expect from Dad, he has a knack for embarrassing me using only a handful of words and a stupid look.
Anyways, we were talking about pirates (well, the teacher was) and when I got home I looked up some information on one of the most famous pirates I know of: Blackbeard. I didn’t even know he was British and that he was probably named Edward Teach and one of his ships was called Queen Anne’s Revenge. Why don’t we get taught more of these things at school? Why are we always stuck with the boring bits of history? This Blackbeard story inspirited me to write some lyrics (which is why today’s story is so short). Here is my go at writing lyrics, too bad I’m not a musician.  

 

Queen Anne’s Revenge

We’ll set sail just as soon as the winds are right
If the wind won’t come we’ll be here for the night
So, drink up me hearties, yo ho
Drink up me hearties, yo ho

Ninety men were killed but we won’t shed a tear
‘Cause they weren’t ours and we know no fear
So, drink up me hearties, yo ho
Drink up me hearties, yo ho

Queen Anne’s Revenge and her forty guns
With a well-aimed shot she will burn your buns
So, drink up me hearties, yo ho
Drink up me hearties, yo ho

We’ve got rum, we’ve got beer
All the pirates are here
There is nothing to fear tonight
Edward teach us a song
So we can all sing along
We’ll sing all through the night

And Edward stood up
As he raised his cup
His voice booming mighty low
We’ll set sail just as soon as the winds are right
If the wind won’t come we’ll be here for the night
So, drink up me hearties, yo ho

When the band joined in
They all started to sing

We’ll set sail just as soon as the winds are right
If the wind won’t come we’ll be here for the night
So, drink up me hearties, yo ho

And before too long
They all sang his song

We’ll set sail just as soon as the winds are right
If the wind won’t come we’ll be here for the night
So, drink up me hearties, yo ho
Drink up me hearties, yo ho

 

That’s it, I’m off to bed. See me tomorrow.