Tick Tock Tuesday #6 (19 November 2019)

I thought I’d create a new challenge. It is a challenge primarily for me, because I’m new to this platform, and because you don’t really know me yet, nor I you. As my name suggests, I am recovering from a stroke, and I like to push myself in all kinds of little ways… including getting to know the Wonderful World of WordPress. Although this is something I will be doing, I invite you, if this idea takes your fancy, to play along with me and share with me some of your own selections.

My plan is: each Tuesday, until I run dry, I shall post some piece of art with which I have some connection – which has helped to mould me, which makes me tick. Okay, a piece of art is a bit vague – it might be a piece of music, a movie, a book, a painting, or ???? – so my phrasiology is deliberate. It might be anything – I will play this post by ear, so I’m not sure what I’ll think of each week. And, I’ll keep posting on the theme weekly until I run out of ideas.

My rules? Well, I’m not big on rules! My choice will be something with which I feel a connection. That’ll be the important thing, just having some kind of fleeting affection for something probably won’t be enough, unless I’m using my choice as an example of something bigger.

It will be one choice per week – I’m aware that long posts can be quite onerous to read, and I’m in no hurry to complete this so if I have two ideas, I’ll probably hold the second until the next week.

In that same vein, I’ve created this block as a Reusable Block, which I intend repeating for every post on this theme. The block ends with a full-width separator, so if you want to skip ahead each week it doesn’t really matter.

I probably won’t post any lyrics, or any kind of analysis – if you like my choice, the information will be out there for you. But I will try to briefly explain why I feel a connection to my choice, just to try and enhance readers’ understanding of what makes me tick.

I will tag my posts #TTT and I will go looking for other posts with that tag. If you’d like to join in, please do the same, or comment, or pingback to this post, and feel free to reproduce my graphic. Lastly, I look forward to reading about what makes you tick.


Last week I introduced my love of Irish music, and you don’t listen to Irish music for very long before you meet The Dubliners.

So, I had their CD in my car, and sometimes had to ferry my young daughter here and there. Of course, the two cross-pollinated, especially as she would have been at an age where she could recognise the the lyrics to a very hilarious story.

So this song became a favourite, both her’s and mine, and has very personal memories of my young daughter for me. When you listen, you’ll understand why it was a favourite. I dare anybody who works to try this one with their employer!

Song Lyric Sunday – Part II

I couldn’t resist posting my earlier song on Jim Adams’ Song Lyric Sunday, although the significance is probably lost if you’re not in the UK (or maybe even if you are, CC 😃). I might be tempted to say how lucky you are, but somehow, I’m not so sure… But please, if you’re all music’d out for today, just skip this post, it’s not important.

One band I have always liked is the Beach Boys, I just associate them with optimism, surf, summer, sunshine…all good aspects of life. So I thought it would be nice to post something of theirs to chillax to on a Sunday evening – this is very different to my song earlier. This track was written in 1964, and in common with many Beach Boys songs, was a collaboration between Brian Wilson and Roger Christian. On this particular track, there were even more collaborators, who I’ve listed below. Wilson is quoted as saying that he wrote this song based on his favourite song, Be My Baby, by the Ronnettes. So whilst earlier I posted a do, here is a don’t:

Well it’s been building up inside of me
For oh I don’t know how long
I don’t know why
But I keep thinking
Something’s bound to go wrong

But she looks in my eyes
And makes me realize
And she says “don’t worry, baby”
Don’t worry, baby
Don’t worry, baby
Everything will turn out alright

Don’t worry, baby
Don’t worry, baby
Don’t worry, baby

I guess I should’ve kept my mouth shut
When I started to brag about my car
But I can’t back down now because
I pushed the other guys too far

She makes me come alive
And makes me wanna drive
When she says “don’t worry, baby”
Don’t worry, baby
Don’t worry, baby
Everything will turn out alright

Don’t worry, baby
Don’t worry, baby
Don’t worry, baby

She told me “Baby, when you race today
Just take along my love with you
And if you knew how much I loved you
Baby, nothing could go wrong with you”

Oh what she does to me
When she makes love to me
And she says “don’t worry, baby”
Don’t worry, baby
Don’t worry, baby
Everything will turn out alright

Don’t worry, baby
Don’t worry, baby
Don’t worry, baby

Brian Wilson, Henry Medress, Jay Siegel, Mitchell Margo, Philip Margo, Roger Christian

Song Lyric Sunday (17 November 2019) – Do

Last week, Jim (NewEpicAuthor, A Unique Title For Me) set the subject of modal verbs (my choice). This week he gives us the subject of the verb, do.

What can I say? UK? General Election? A bit fed up with it all?

So despite several maybes this week, one song stood out. It’s kind of in-your-face obvious to me, but that’s the beauty of SLS – my choice is obvious to me, yet we all tend to pick different songs.

This song, written by Sting and performed by The Police, was released towards the end of 1980, and in Sting’s own words, the lyrics are about “banality, about the use of words”.

As politicians here of all colours make ever more ludicrous promises, which they have no chance of keeping, I hope you can spot the link. Those of you who are good at math might note that the song is coming up for its fortieth anniversary next year, and (even those who aren’t good at math) you could be forgiven for wondering just how much has improved.

A bit of a cringeworthy video – the main reason I chose it was because it actually shows the band “performing” the song – but the tune itself is second to none.

Just over three weeks to go.

Don’t think me unkind
Words are hard to find
They’re only cheques I’ve left unsigned
From the banks of chaos in my mind

And when their eloquence escapes me
Their logic ties me up and rapes me

De do do do de da da da
Is all I want to say to you
De do do do de da da da
Their innocence will pull me through
De do do do de da da da
Is all I want to say to you
De do do do de da da da
They’re meaningless and all that’s true

Poets priests and politicians
Have words to thank for their positions
Words that scream for your submission
And no-one’s jamming their transmission

‘Cause when their eloquence escapes you
Their logic ties you up and rapes you

De do do do de da da da
Is all I want to say to you
De do do do de da da da
Their innocence will pull me through
De do do do de da da da
Is all I want to say to you
De do do do de da da da
They’re meaningless and all that’s true

De do do do de da da da
Is all I want to say to you
De do do do de da da da
Their innocence will pull me through
De do do do de da da da
Is all I want to say to you
De do do do de da da da
They’re meaningless and all that’s true

Sting