This week’s edition will be on (drumroll please)…Chase Holfelder’s cover of Every Breath You Take (originally by The Police).Feel free to base responses of anything to do with the song, I always enjoy any different takes!
Now this is a take on a song I knew previously as just the Police original version!
I know if you listen to the lyrics, they are kinda creepy, but Sting singing it made much more of a romantic impression… Chase Holfelder’s version, though very good, had me looking behind my shoulder.. so unsettling!!!
Inspiring, in all sorts of ways!!
I know you don’t want me to know, but I do.
Ever since we split up, you’ve avoided me, blocked me on all social media, not returned my messages or any of my phone calls.
But I still know.
It’s Brett, isn’t it?
I know you said he had nothing to do with it, but I’m not so sure now.
I saw you, leaving his place the other morning at 7 am… after arriving at 10.43 pm the night before…
Ok, yes, hands up, I‘ve been following you. Every breath you take, every move you make, I’ll be watching you.
Sitting here
I reminisce
Think of all
Those things I miss
All those moments that
We shared
All those feelings
When we cared
What went wrong
I’ll never know
Yet watching the tide
Come and go
I’ll think
Of you
And our love
So true
That monument
Marks where we’d meet
The secrecy
Turned up the heat
But then you said
we had to stop
Our idyllic bubble
You made to pop…
You left me there
And walked away
But memories
Are here to stay
Matt The Book Blogger is back with his prompt for this week’s Flash Fiction Foray, or #FFF.
This week’s edition will be on (drumroll please)…Fall Out Boy’s new song Young and Menace. This is quite a different song from the last few weeks; but I couldn’t help loving the bass drop – make sure to turn up the volume… Feel free to base responses of anything to do with the song, I always enjoy any different takes!
Another song I hadn’t heard before. Eerie and the video was a strange one!!! Oh well, here’s what I came up with!
Sometimes I wonder if I was actually born into this family, or if there was a mix up at the hospital…
I look at you all, with your Dresden doll looks, all blonde hair and fair skin, and then check myself in the mirror.
My naturally sun-kissed skin, and curly chocolate brown locks are a race apart from you.
You like bland food, I want something with a kick.
You listen to Pop, all I want is Gangsta Rap coursing through my earphones…
Then I remember Grandpa… He was the same, wasn’t he? A bit of a misfit, like me.
But I Smile Anyway... 