Now that I’m living on borrowed time,
Thoughts and feelings come to mind.
Of things I truly need to say,
Before I’m permanently taken away.
Mistakes I’ve made many or few,
Not intentional, to hurt or harm you.
Memories held at one time strong,
Sadly fading soon forgotten; gone.
Failings, mistakes many ’tis true’,
Never intended or directed at you.
Bonds held strong alas, sadly gone,
Exists now only in ballads or song.
Perfume once worn a intimate smell,
Indistinguishable unable to tell.
What I wore and how I dressed,
Eventually will vanish come to rest.
All that’s left for me to say,
In readiness for that fateful day.
Is closure before I end my days,
Grant me only this much I pray.
Ode to Widget
Truly a little treasure you are to us,
Lovingly loyal and full of trust.
Always eager, for a cuddle or fuss.
You’re wickedly mischievous,
Always getting into stuff,
Even though at times, it makes us cuss.
Attention seeking, you’ve mastered well,
With bright button eyes and a wagging tail.
You know it works; it never fails!
05 Bedna od whisky
I know I’m late – apologies, and I know the piece below is not perfect. But it has been published before so I’m not changing it and sharing with the same introduction it had once had. And I’m attaching the Czech version so you can sing along 🙂
No Longer Free and Easy
IDIO(ma)TIC expressions can be fun
Once upon a time (2001, if I remember well), I was a “Practical English” teacher at Faculty of Arts, Brno. As usual, I had students produce feedback at the end of the semester and this is one of the suggestions I received: “compose a song on idioms”. Challenged by this I tried, and this is what I produced.
I borrowed the tune from Miky Ryvola (Bedna od Whisky – Empty Whisky Box), thanks Miky.
I used the idioms found in the bottomless source of these – Leo Jones’ well of such expressions called New Progress to Proficiency (CUP, 2001), cheers mate.
The idioms are underlined. Have fun and try to sing it (sometimes it is not like free and easy…).
No longer free and easy,
And off the beaten track
A halter made of strong rope’s
Part and parcel of my neck
No more airs and graces
An open and shut case
Rough and ready tie will soon
Put me through much disgrace
So hang me high, let me rock
Let me rock to and fro
This time won’t be up and about
Or as fit as the fiddle, too,
I’ll reach the gates of heaven
Hopefully safe and sound,
If heavenly angels put
My feet back on the ground.
Put two and two together
Can’t put me at my ease,
They set a trap for me
And that trap won’t release.
To put you in the picture
Without using no knife
They’ll kill me – lovely creature,
Put a stop to my life.
As pretty as a picture
And just as good as gold
I wanted to live by her side
And with her to grow old
Another guy as strong as a horse
Took her away from me
She was as free as the air
It’s touch and go, you see.
When we met for the first time
We were as warm as toast
It was love at first sight
She was my life my boast
I gave her a bunch of flowers
We climbed a range of hills
And then a flight of stairs
And that was overkill.
My life is no longer,
No more cut and dry,
For her full and ruby lips
I am now gonna die.
For that pack of cards that
I should never have played
My story’s as old as the hills
As old as love and hate.
05 Bedna od whisky