On & On

Heard this on a TV show, haven’t heard it for years. I don’t know if its the closest I’ll get to understanding my recent break up from the other perspective. Was this why he was so horrid?

 

All the songs that I’ve sung here
More often than you know
‘Cause you’re the lull that I’ve countered
More often than I’ve let it show

And I, I wish you would leave me
And I, I wish you would go
And I, I wish you didn’t need me
And I, I wish I didn’t love you so

‘Cause I just can’t go on
So please don’t do me wrong
No, I won’t do you harm
My love for you goes on & on

There’s no one else I want beside you
Give me a cold shoulder to cry upon
You’re never anywhere I find you
You’re never anything I rely upon

And I, I wish you would leave me
And I, I wish you would go
And I, I wish you didn’t need me
And I, I wish I didn’t know

But I just can’t go on
So please don’t do me wrong
No I won’t do you harm
My love for you goes on & on & on & on

No, I just can’t go on
So please don’t do me wrong
No I won’t do you harm
‘Cause my love goes on & on

And on & on
And on & on
And on & on

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This Modern Love

I’m just as confused by ‘modern love’. So glad to be reunited with Bloc Party, I feel like this is something I’d write in my muddle of emotions.
To be lost in the forest
To be cut adrift
You’ve been trying to reach me
You bought me a book
To be lost in the forest
To be cut adrift
I’ve been paid
I’ve been paid
Don’t get offended
If I seem absent minded
Just keep telling me facts
And keep making me smile
Don’t get offended
If I seem absent minded
I get tongue-tied
Baby, you’ve got to be more discerning
I’ve never know what’s good for me
Baby, you’ve got to be more demanding
I will be yours
I’ll pay for you anytime
You told me you wanted to eat up my sadness
Well jump on, enjoy, you can gorge away
You told me you wanted to eat up my sadness
Jump right
Baby, you’ve got to be more discerning
I’ve never know what’s good for me
Baby, you’ve got to be more demanding
Jump left
What are you holding out for?
What’s always in the way?
Why so damn absent minded?
Why so scared of romance?
This modern love breaks me
This modern love wastes me
Do you want to come over and kill some time?
Throw your arms around me

Sticks and Stones

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Sticks and stones may break my bones

But your actions hurt me more.
Your sticks were words you brandished

The light inside was done for.

 

Your stones were all the burdens

Put on us through pain inside.

 

My wounds are already mending

But the scars will never hide.

 

A childish story of spite

Spun by your pride and ego.

 

Why it happened I can forgive,

But I’ll never let cruel go.

 

A lie upon lie, over again

To make me question the real.

 

Now its over, dead and gone

I can finally heal.

 

 

 

Coal

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The forest grew with strength and youth,

It stood firm despite the storms that raged,

It waited patiently and slowly spread it’s roots.

 

The canopy saw centuries of skies pass.

It waited faithfully, a new life meant to be,

Meant to live in this moment and thrive.

 

But it was over as quick as it had begun,

The waters came and the earth swelled,

The forest took its last breath of freedom.

 

It’s body buried under the weight of destruction,

Long limbs longed for the air again.

Under the burden of years of more and more soil.

 

The heat rose as it was pushed further inside,

It’s heart turned as black as coal,

My heart turned as black as coal.

 

Your words were the destruction reigned,

Your actions were the weight that killed,

That turned my heart to a forgotten fossil.

 

Some time later the ground was opened,

Someone good saw gold in the black

They began to pick at the edges of the dark.

 

It wouldn’t be easy, mining deep in the earth,

Coughing the poisonous choking dust.

Lungs black they knew there was something more.

 

They lit a fire deep within and saw how brightly it burned.

How it was able to fill their world with warmth,

An energy that glowed and built cities.

 

Inevitably came the smog that threatened to kill,

A self destruction where there was once hope,

Lives lost in deep caverns and pits.

 

They could see my heart for what it was destined to be,

In the wastelands they dared to plant a new forest,

And life began again, and again, and again.

 

 

Walking Wounded 

I remember first hearing this song on the radio in the car. I think it was the Sunday chart show. I’d never heard anything like it before and it blew me away. I must have been 14 or 15. Twenty years later it still has the same effect on me and the lyrics mean more than they ever did! 

Walking Wounded

Out amongst the walking wounded, every face on every bus 

Is you and me and him and her and nothing can replace the us I knew 

Nothing can replace the us I knew 
And no, I’m never gonna let you go 

And no, I’m never gonna let you go

And now I know I had a choice though you never made it clear to me 

I thought you never felt it deeply 

Now I’m never gonna let you go 

Now I’m never gonna let you go

Cause I could have loved you forever 

I could have loved you forever
What do you want from me? Are you trying to punish me? 

Punish me for loving you, punish me for giving to you 

Punish me for nothing I do, punish me for nothing 

You punish me for nothing, for nothing 
Out amongst the walking wounded, every face on every bus 

Is you and me and him and her and nothing can replace the us I knew 

Nothing can replace the us I knew 
Now I’m never gonna let you go

Now I’m never gonna let you go

And now I know I had a choice though you never made it clear to me 

I thought you never felt it deeply 

Now I’m never gonna let you go 

Now I’m never gonna let you go

Cause I could have loved you forever 

Oh I could have loved you forever 
What do you want from me? , Are you trying to punish me? 

Punish me for loving you, punish me for giving to you 

Punish me for nothing I do, punish me for nothing 

You punish me for nothing, for nothing 
Out amongst the walking wounded, every face on every bus 

Is you and me and him and her and nothing can replace the us I knew 

Nothing can replace the us I knew 

Out amongst the walking wounded, every face on every train 

Is you and me and him and her, some days I think I could go insane 

Some days I think I could go insane

A recipe for bath bombs 🛀 💥 

So this a few weeks ago I had a craft session with my friend Helen. She came up with the idea of creating our own ‘kindness advent calendars’ instead of buying cheap (or overpriced) supermarket ones. Don’t get me wrong, I love the nostalgia of an advent calendar but this seemed like fun and had more purpose. You can see what we did here.

So on day three I dipped into my lucky dip of tasks and chocolate and drew this:

I thought everyone would expect me to give a cake recipe, and I nearly did but I couldn’t decide on just one as my favourite. So I thought I’d share my bath bomb recipe instead. They make great gifts, so get stuck in and make some of you own using my base recipe as a starter, then add your own flare!

To make ‘Lush’ style bath bombs you’ll need: 

  • A bowl for mixing
  • A whisk for blending
  • Measuring cups for measuring ingredients
  • Silicone moulds for shaping
  • A spray bottle for water
  • A saucepan for melting scent and oil

I like to get everything out before I start so I’m prepared, just like when baking.

The base recipe:

  • 1 cup bicarbonate of soda
  • 1/2 a cup of citric acid
  • 1/2 a cup of Epsom Salts
  • 2 tbsp of oil (coconut, olive, almond etc.)
  • 2 tsp of scent (essential oils preferably)
  • Purified or filtered water
  • Extras like dried flowers, glitter or colouring

The method:

I’ve put together an easy to follow YouTube tutorial here.

Or you can follow these steps:

  1. Measure the dry ingredients into your bowl and give them a good whisk to bland and get rid of lumps
  2. In the saucepan melt or heat your oil. Add your essential oils right at the last-minute so you don’t burn off the scent.
  3. Give the oil and fragrance a good mix before adding it into the dry mixture
  4. Give the mixture a good mix till it starts to clump together
  5. Add any extras such as glitter or dried flowers. You could also colour them with regular food colouring. (Don’t worry you won’t get dyed by it as it is so dilute once it’s dissolved in a bath.)
  6. Spray a couple of sprays at a time over your mixture. Don’t go overboard or you’ll start it fizzing and it’ll be too wet
  7. Test that the mixture holds together by squeezing it with your hand.
  8. If it’s holding together pack it tightly into your silicone mould.
  9. Smooth off the top and leave for at least 24 hours before taking out the mould.
  10. Gift-wrap or enjoy your bath bomb

Tips:

  • I always use essential oils over fragrance as they have more depth and benefits. They are expensive but I think worth it
  • Silicone works well as it peels off the moulds
  • Use simple moulds or the bomb may crumble
  • You could also make them inside cookie cutters that are simple.
  • When using dried flowers less is more. They’re lovely but too many floating in the bath gets a bit yucky
  • I’m the reverse with glitter as I love the stuff and you can never have enough!

So that’s it. I’d love to see some of your creations. What scent combinations would you use? Please ask questions or make suggestions by leaving a comment.

What’s true?

I tried to pretend and put on a face,

Like the tree bought in to decorate.

Cover it in baubles in the fireplace,

I smile at the beauty but know its too late.

 

I take out my stocking, hand stitched with my name,

Inside it’s full of expectations and pain.

A label in his hand, ‘I Love You’ again,

Its as disappointing as Christmas Day rain.

 

‘Ho, Ho , Ho’ he wrote on the side,

But the joke is on me, Ha, Ha, Ha.

I sat for a while and cried,

Even the tree mocks me by looking so blah.

 

I’ve tried so many times to make sense of this,

I’ve put on my decorations and lied too.

Its a dangerous place to reminisce,

This year its not red and gold, but blue.

 

I hate mince pies and most of the foods,

A gluttony of spending and a panic buy.

Maybe if I spend it’ll improve my moods,

I can smile with the rest and not wonder why.

 

Wonder why each year I tell myself this lie,

To trust others that hurt me and still do.

With so much deception I sigh,

I still can’t figure out what’s true.