This is for Linda’s SOC Prompt brought to my attention (though not deliberately) by J-Dub. I’m not much good at responding to prompts, but thought I’d try ….. anyway. I didn’t try very long or very hard. In the spirit of the prompt it was the first thing to come into my head.
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Anyway. There we were on this lifeboat about 300 miles off the coast of Madagascar. The sun was setting somewhere back towards where land should have been, the amount of it already submerged beneath the horizon being revealed accurately only from atop the summit of each passing swell. Soon all would be blackness illuminated only occasionally by the phosphorescent glow of breaking waves, and before long one of these waves, a cold angry giant from Antarctica, would capsize the lifeboat and cast us all into the depths. I wondered who of us would even bother trying to swim. Very few, I imagined. Certainly not me, anyway.
I read a few people making contributions to Jim’s post here and I confess that the term ‘power pop’ strikes me as something of an oxymoron. It suggests a musical direction that doesn’t actually know where it’s going. Which is fine, I suppose.
But I can’t think of any lyrics that would qualify for the term that I actually like. I’m not big on ‘pop’ and I think I have long grown out of ‘power’. My contribution, though shamelessly ‘pop’ is certainly not ‘power’.
But I provide it because it was written and performed by an old pal about a million years ago and I am doing a lot of reminiscing lately.
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Jimmy took the hope train But he didn’y know where it went It went, down into some kind of wonderland Looking plastic and slightly bent now Yes he knows he’s running deep inside Cause he’s just one of those lonely hearted Dressed up in thier pride And he says that love can be such a funny thing Love can make you feel so cold now Isn’t it from the heart of the sunshine And he knows hes’s growing old now Don’t you know you’re burning deep inside Yeh he’s just one of those lonely hearted Dressed up in their pride And he says love will find its way every way Yer ah Don’t want to give it up I know I’ll find it It’ll come someday Even though I’m going down I’ll see that lonely hearted clown Love will find ah, love will love will find a way Ah yeh, ah yeh, love will find a way Aha, aha, love will find a way
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I’ll grant you that the video looks sweetly ridiculous half a century later, but is that not the very nature of pop?
The people at the NYC Midnight Competition like keeping me on my toes. My results are so utterly unpredictable as to suggest a degree of randomness. The latest example of this came in the ‘rhyming story’ competition in which my round one entry (here) managed 3rd place in my heat and propelled me into the penultimate round.
Confidence is not running high for a repeat result. Nevertheless, I include the second round entry (500 words/ romantic comedy/ caffeine/awkward) below.
Depending on your level of boredom you may like to read it.
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This Girl and This Guy
A nervously anticipated blind-date goes badly wrong.
Richmond Road 