Archive for March, 2020

Tuesday 31st March 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on March 31, 2020 by bishshat

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And Dream Of Sheep

Kate Bush

Little light shining,
Little light will guide them to me.
My face is all lit up,
My face is all lit up.
If they find me racing white horses,
They’ll not take me for a buoy.

Let me be weak,
Let me sleep
And dream of sheep.

“Attention shipping information in sea areas…Bell Rock, Tiree,
Cromaty, gale east…Malin, Sellafield…”

“Come here with me now.”

Oh, I’ll wake up
To any sound of engines,
Ev’ry gull a seeking craft.
I can’t keep my eyes open–
Wish I had my radio.

I tune in to some friendly voices
Talking ’bout stupid things.
I can’t be left to my imagination.

Let me be weak,
Let me sleep
And dream of sheep.

Ooh, their breath is warm
And they smell like sleep,
And they say they take me home.
Like poppies heavy with seed
They take me deeper and deeper.

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Fixing A Hole

The Beatles

I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go

I’m filling the cracks that ran through the door
And kept my mind from wandering
Where it will go

And it really doesn’t matter if
I’m wrong I’m right
Where I belong I’m right
Where I belong
See the people standing there
Who disagree and never win
And wonder why they don’t get in my door

I’m painting my room in the colourful way
And when my mind is wandering
There I will go
Ooh ooh ooh ah ah
Hey, hey, hey, hey

And it really doesn’t matter if
I’m wrong I’m right
Where I belong I’m right
Where I belong
Silly people run around
They worry me and never ask me
Why they don’t get past my door

I’m taking the time for a number of things
That weren’t important yesterday
And I still go
Ooh ooh ooh ah ah

I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in
Stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go oh
Where it will go oh

I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go

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Monday 30th March 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on March 30, 2020 by bishshat

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Sunday 29th March 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on March 29, 2020 by bishshat

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Prime Minister Boris Johnson has written to the UK to outline the government’s current plan for the containment of coronavirus and the measures that the public can take to stay safe.

I am writing to you to update you on the steps we are taking to combat coronavirus.

In just a few short weeks, everyday life in this country has changed dramatically. We all feel the profound impact of coronavirus not just on ourselves, but on our loved ones and our communities.

I understand completely the difficulties this disruption has caused to your lives, businesses and jobs. But the action we have taken is absolutely necessary, for one very simple reason.

If too many people become seriously unwell at one time, the NHS will be unable to cope. This will cost lives. We must slow the spread of the disease, and reduce the number of people needing hospital treatment in order to save as many lives as possible.

That is why we are giving one simple instruction – you must stay at home.

You should not meet friends or relatives who do not live in your home. You may only leave your home for very limited purposes, such as buying food and medicine, exercising once a day and seeking medical attention. You can travel to and from work but should work from home if you can.

When you do have to leave your home, you should ensure, wherever possible, that you are two metres apart from anyone outside of your household.

These rules must be observed. So, if people break the rules, the police will issue fines and disperse gatherings.

I know many of you will be deeply worried about the financial impact on you and your family. The Government will do whatever it takes to help you make ends meet and put food on the table.

The enclosed leaflet sets out more detail about the support available and the rules you need to follow. You can also find the latest advice at gov.uk/coronavirus

From the start, we have sought to put in the right measures at the right time. We will not hesitate to go further if that is what the scientific and medical advice tells us we must do.

It’s important for me to level with you – we know things will get worse before they get better. But we are making the right preparations, and the more we all follow the rules, the fewer lives will be lost and the sooner life can return to normal.

I want to thank everyone who is working flat out to beat the virus, in particular the staff in our fantastic NHS and care sector across England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland. It has been truly inspirational to see our doctors, nurses and other carers rise magnificently to the needs of the hour.

Thousands of retired doctors and nurses are returning to the NHS – and hundreds of thousands of citizens are volunteering to help the most vulnerable. It is with that great British spirit that we will beat coronavirus and we will beat it together.

That is why, at this moment of national emergency, I urge you, please, to stay at home, protect the NHS and save lives.

Boris Johnson

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Saturday 28th March 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on March 29, 2020 by bishshat

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British Summer Time

The heady days of spring,  an illusion of summer
Cloudless skies, a sway of yellow daffodils
This feeling of normality all too soon came to an end
Something had changed. An aberrant situation was now here
Those days of sunlight
Those false fleeting, cruel and teasing days had disappeared
The cold north wind brought a sober feeling of emptiness
What had appeared as a list of numbers?
A list of don’t do’s
A kind of misinformation
A game of hide and hide some more
A simple truth took hold
This is really happening
The approaching summer brought a chill to me
The machines droned on and on and on
News broadcasts showed me that the world beyond my shed
Was no longer a place to go?
For real now it played a real hand
So very strange
To know it’s real
So very strange
People say it’s like a movie
It’s like a nightmare
I’m not sure when we will wake up from this
It became real today for me
10,000 dead in Italy
20,000 dead if we are lucky here
What the hell just happened?
What the hell just happened?
Dreams take on a weird reality
And reality takes on the weirdness of a dream
When you awake tomorrow one hour ahead
Hold on to those thoughts our John
It will still be happening
You are in it
You are a part of this
It’s not a silly dream
It’s not a dream
It’s not if only it was

J Bish 28th March 2020

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Mother what’ll I do now

George Formby 

Mother you give good advice
Always you mean well
Now I need it more than ever
I’m inside this cell

I’m behind a prison wall
The bed’s so hard and much too small
There’s no pyjamas here at all
Oh, Mother what’ll I do now

They told me they would treat me swell
Tucked inside my little cell
But up to now it’s been like h…!
Mother what’ll I do now

We’re parted from each other
And that’s too bad
You’re my favourite Mother
Oh, the best I ever had

Tonight I’ve got a date, you see
But they won’t let me have a key
And the warder’s won’t wait up for me
Oh, Mother what’ll I do now

It’s hard to pass the time away
I’m in a dangerous mood, I say
I’ve smoked two cigarettes today
Oh, Mother what’ll I do now

First I stand and then I sit
Then I sit and stand a bit
But I can’t stand much more of it
Oh, Mother what’ll I do now

We’re parted from each other
And that’s too bad
You’re my favourite Mother
Oh, the best I ever had

I got such an awful shock
I asked the time, for there’s no clock
And the warder said, “Six months Old Cock”
Oh, Mother what’ll I do now

I ordered lunch from soup to sweet
But they forgot the fish and meat
And since the soup there’s nowt to eat
Oh, Mother what’ll I do now

I’ve had such a tummy ache
All night long I’ve been awake
Some castor oil they made me take
Oh, Mother what’ll I do now

We’re parted from each other
And that’s too bad
You’re my favourite Mother
Oh, the best I ever had

I’ve played Peter-fly-away-Paul
I’ve played tiddlywinks and all
I’ve written rude words upon the wall
Oh, Mother what’ll I do now

Friday 27th March 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on March 27, 2020 by bishshat

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Gone Fishing

Chris Rea

I’m going fishing
I got me a line
Nothin’ I do’s gonna’ make the difference
So I’m taking the time

And you ain’t never gonna’ be happy
Anyhow, anyway
So I’m going fishing
And I’m going today

I’m going fishing
Sounds crasy I know
I know nothing about fishing
But just watch me go

And when my time has come
I will look back and see
Peace on the shoreline
That could have been me

You can waste whole lifetime
Trying to be
What you think is expected of you
But you’ll never be free

May as well go fishing

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Thursday 26th March 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on March 26, 2020 by bishshat

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Adam And I 

Ray Thomas 

I waited so long, for you to come along,
Hoping and praying, my love would bear a son,
Now i see that love, it shines within your eyes.
We’re gonna take our journey, adam and i.

We’ll ignore all boarders, for our spirit must stay free,
Free as the wind that blows, there’s so much for you to see,
We’ll ride on a moonbeam, and never pa** one by,
We’re gonna take our journey, adam and i.

When we reach the land of the setting sun,
You’ll be overjoyed, you’ll see the sights,
So reach and take your father’s hand
And may the lord have mercy on our flight,

Adam and i, adam and i, adam and i, and i.

The river of life flows swiftly, into the sea of time,
Our lives were made for living, my joy is in your smile,
We’ll talk to the heron, and he can teach us how to fly,
We’re gonna take our journey, adam and i.

Our lord is in his heaven, he watches us below,
His seed was made for sowing, and we reap what we sow,
But he’s a man of love, divine he’s on high,
We’re gonna take our journey, adam and i.
Adam and i, adam and i, adam and i,
My son and i.

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Wednesday 25th March 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on March 25, 2020 by bishshat

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Cloudbusting

Kate Bush

I still dream of Orgonon.
I wake up crying.
You’re making rain,
And you’re just in reach,
When you and sleep escape me.

You’re like my yo-yo
That glowed in the dark.
What made it special
Made it dangerous,
So I bury it
And forget.

But every time it rains,
You’re here in my head,
Like the sun coming out–
Ooh, I just know that something good is going to happen.
And I don’t know when,
But just saying it could even make it happen.

On top of the world,
Looking over the edge,
You could see them coming.
You looked too small
In their big, black car,
To be a threat to the men in power.

I hid my yo-yo
In the garden.
I can’t hide you
From the government.
Oh, God, Daddy–
I won’t forget,

‘Cause every time it rains,
You’re here in my head,
Like the sun coming out–
Ooh, I just know that something good is going to happen.
And I don’t know when,
But just saying it could even make it happen.

The sun’s coming out.
Your son’s coming out.

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Tuesday 24th March 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on March 24, 2020 by bishshat

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Skylark

Hoagy Carmichael

Skylark
Have you anything to say to me?
Won’t you tell me where my love can be?
Is there a meadow in the mist
Where someone’s waiting to be kissed?

Oh skylark
Have you seen a valley green with spring?
Where my heart can go a journeying
Over the shadows and the rain
To a blossom covered lane

And in your lonely flight
Haven’t you heard the music in the night?
Wonderful music
Faint as a will o’ the wisp
Crazy as a loon
Sad as a gypsy serenading the moon

Oh skylark
I don’t know if you can find these things
But my heart is riding on your wings
So if you see them anywhere
Won’t you lead me there
Oh skylark
Won’t you lead me there?

To a Skylark

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!
Bird thou never wert,
That from Heaven, or near it,
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.

Higher still and higher
From the earth thou springest
Like a cloud of fire;
The blue deep thou wingest,
And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.

In the golden lightning
Of the sunken sun,
O’er which clouds are bright’ning,
Thou dost float and run;
Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.

The pale purple even
Melts around thy flight;
Like a star of Heaven,
In the broad day-light
Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight,

Keen as are the arrows
Of that silver sphere,
Whose intense lamp narrows
In the white dawn clear
Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.

All the earth and air
With thy voice is loud,
As, when night is bare,
From one lonely cloud
The moon rains out her beams, and Heaven is overflow’d.

What thou art we know not;
What is most like thee?
From rainbow clouds there flow not
Drops so bright to see
As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.

Like a Poet hidden
In the light of thought,
Singing hymns unbidden,
Till the world is wrought
To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not:

Like a high-born maiden
In a palace-tower,
Soothing her love-laden
Soul in secret hour
With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower:

Like a glow-worm golden
In a dell of dew,
Scattering unbeholden
Its a{:e}real hue
Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view:

Like a rose embower’d
In its own green leaves,
By warm winds deflower’d,
Till the scent it gives
Makes faint with too much sweet those heavy-winged thieves:

Sound of vernal showers
On the twinkling grass,
Rain-awaken’d flowers,
All that ever was
Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.

Teach us, Sprite or Bird,
What sweet thoughts are thine:
I have never heard
Praise of love or wine
That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.

Chorus Hymeneal,
Or triumphal chant,
Match’d with thine would be all
But an empty vaunt,
A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.

What objects are the fountains
Of thy happy strain?
What fields, or waves, or mountains?
What shapes of sky or plain?
What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?

With thy clear keen joyance
Languor cannot be:
Shadow of annoyance
Never came near thee:
Thou lovest: but ne’er knew love’s sad satiety.

Waking or asleep,
Thou of death must deem
Things more true and deep
Than we mortals dream,
Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream?

We look before and after,
And pine for what is not:
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

Yet if we could scorn
Hate, and pride, and fear;
If we were things born
Not to shed a tear,
I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.

Better than all measures
Of delightful sound,
Better than all treasures
That in books are found,
Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground!

Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know,
Such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow
The world should listen then, as I am listening now.

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Monday 23rd March 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on March 23, 2020 by bishshat

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Lockdown

Simon Armitage

And I couldn’t escape the waking dream
of infected fleas

in the warp and weft of soggy cloth
by the tailor’s hearth

in ye olde Eyam.
Then couldn’t un-see

the Boundary Stone,
that cock-eyed dice with its six dark holes,

thimbles brimming with vinegar wine
purging the plagued coins.

Which brought to mind the sorry story
of Emmott Syddall and Rowland Torre,

star-crossed lovers on either side
of the quarantine line

whose wordless courtship spanned the river
till she came no longer.

But slept again,
and dreamt this time

of the exiled yaksha sending word
to his lost wife on a passing cloud,

a cloud that followed an earthly map
of camel trails and cattle tracks,

streams like necklaces,
fan-tailed peacocks, painted elephants,

embroidered bedspreads
of meadows and hedges,

bamboo forests and snow-hatted peaks,
waterfalls, creeks,

the hieroglyphs of wide-winged cranes
and the glistening lotus flower after rain,

the air
hypnotically see-through, rare,

the journey a ponderous one at times, long and slow
but necessarily so.

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Boris Johnson tells nation ‘you must stay at home’ as virus cases confirmed infection count shoots up to 6,650  an increase of almost 1,000, and the death toll hit 336 up by 55.

Boris Says Stay at Home

I had the mumps
And isolated
I had the measles
And isolated
I had chicken pox
And isolated
I had to lie in a hospital bed for ten weeks
While my back operation healed
I had to lie in hospital bed
Recovering from a heart attack
But this
I’ve seen nothing like this
Today’s news is unprecedented
It’s a horror movie of a day
My fate is not in my hands
The fate of others is
Im staying at home
Im lucky
I have a home
I have a garden
I have a shed
I have a partner
I have contact via technology
I have to stay home
To protect you
Please stay at home to protect others

John Bish March 23rd 2020

Sunday 22nd March 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on March 22, 2020 by bishshat

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Good Morning Starshine

Oliver

Good morning starshine
The earth says “hello” (the earth says “hello”)
You twinkle above us (twinkle above us)
We twinkle below (we twinkle below)
Good morning starshine
You lead us along
My love and me as we sing
Our early morning singin’ song

Gliddy glub gloopy, nibby nabby noopy
La la la lo lo
Sabba sibby sabba, nooby abba nabba
Le le lo lo
Tooby ooby walla, nooby abba nabba
Early morning singin’ song

Good morning starshine
The earth says “hello” (the earth says “hello”)
You twinkle above us (twinkle above us)
We twinkle below (we twinkle below)
Good morning starshine
You lead us along
My love and me as we sing
Our early morning singin’ song

Singin’ a song, lovin’ a song
Singin’ a song
Lovin’ a song, laughin’ a song
Singin’ a song

Sing a song, song a-singing
Song song song sing…

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To a Reason

Arthur Rimbaud

A tap of your finger on the drum releases all sounds and initiates the new harmony.
A step of yours is the conscription of the new men and their marching orders.
You look away: the new love!
You look back,—the new love!
“Change our fates, shoot down the plagues, beginning with time,” the children sing to you. “Build wherever you can the substance of our fortunes and our wishes,” they beg you.
Arriving from always, you’ll go away everywhere.

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My Blakean Year

Patti Smith

In my Blakean year I was so disposed
Toward a mission yet unclear Advancing pole by pole

Fortune breathed into my ear Mouthed a simple ode
One road is paved in gold One road is just a road

In my Blakean year Such a woeful schism
The pain of our existence Was not as I envisioned

Boots that trudged from track to track Worn down to the sole
One road is paved in gold One road is just a road

Boots that tramped from track to track Worn down to the sole
One road was paved in gold One road was just a road

In my Blakean year Temptation but a hiss
Just a shallow spear Robed in cowardice

Brace yourself for bitter flack For a life sublime
A labyrinth of riches Never shall unwind
The threads that bind the pilgrim’s sack Are stitched into the Blakean back

So throw off your stupid cloak Embrace all that you fear
For joy shall conquer all despair In my Blakean year

So throw off your stupid cloak Embrace all that you fear
For joy shall conquer all despair In my Blakean year

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Pissing In A River

Patti Smith

Pissing in a river, watching it rise
Tattoo fingers shy away from me
Voices voices mesmerize
Voices voices beckoning sea
Come come come come back come back
Come back come back come back

Spoke of a wheel, tip of a spoon
Mouth of a cave, I’m a slave I’m free.
When are you coming ? Hope you come soon
Fingers, fingers encircling thee
Come come come come come come
Come come come come come come for me oh

My bowels are empty, excreting your soul
What more can I give you? Baby I don’t know
What more can I give you to make this thing grow?
Don’t turn your back now, I’m talking to you

Should I pursue a path so twisted?
Should I crawl defeated and gifted?
Should I go the length of a river
(The royal, the throne, the cry me a river)
Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for you
Oh I give my life for you.
Every move I made I move to you,
And I came like a magnet for you now.

What about it, you’re gonna leave me,
What about it, you don’t need me,
What about it, I can’t live without you,
What about it, I never doubted you
What about it? What about it?
What about it? What about it?

Should I pursue a path so twisted?
Should I crawl defeated and gifted?
Should I go the length of a river,
(The royal, the throne, the cry me a river)
What about it, what about it, what about it?
Oh, I’m pissing in a river.

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