First day of no-jacket-required weather

First day of no-jacket-required weather

Our crocuses bloomed about 10 days ago. I didn’t have time to take photos during that week or on Easter weekend. Now they are done. 🙁 Like the snowdrops (Galanthus), the Siberian squill (Scilla siberica) put on a really nice show this year. They peaked during the week so I don’t have the best photo. Fritillaria imperialis look strong so far. There’s no sign of the Fritillaria pallidiflora or purple grape hyacinth (muscari) yet. The forsythia are just starting to show flowers.

How is your garden?

B a noBody by SOAK

B a noBody by SOAK

I’m just amazed by SOAK aka Bridie Monds-Watson from Derry, Northern Ireland. It’s hard to believe she’s only 18 years old.

The teenage hope

Is an unguarded time

We’re trying hard

To make something of what we are

We’ll never mind

Did anything

Come on, come on

Come on, come on

Be just like me

Come on, come on

B a noBody

Come on, come on

Come on, come on

Be just like me

Come on, come on

B a noBody

You ring, you ring about the show

You’re bleeding

I watched, I saw you’re mindful

Out of your head

We came, cheap things

Risked it all for what you find

We’ll never mind

Did anything

(x2)

Come on, come on

Come on, come on

Be just like me

Come on, come on

B a noBody

Come on, come on

Come on, come on

Be just like me

Come on, come on

B a nobody

#MusicMonday

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yt_juevz9Qg

Sea Creatures by SOAK

Sea Creatures by SOAK

SOAK aka Bridie Monds-Watson from Derry, Northern Ireland is well beyond her 18 years of age. She sings with such powerful emotion. The lyrics are impressive too. I believe she wrote Sea Creatures when she was 16 years old.

The stars and moon remind me of you

I don’t know what to say

It might make you worse.

I don’t understand

What her problem is

I think she’s just a fish.

And now you get it back,

You don’t deserve this.

And I won’t put up

With their ignorance.

When they tell you

They love you,

Well, they don’t mean it.

I don’t think they know what they mean.

I don’t think they know what love is.

Throw it around like it’s worthless.

I don’t think they know what love is.

I don’t get this town.

Neither do you.

We should run away,

Just me and you.

Cause I don’t get the people here.

They’re curious.

They don’t really care.

Sea creatures interfere.

Wish they would disappear.

They don’t know what love is.

Throw it around like it’s worthless.

They don’t know what love is.

I pray for you, and you know I don’t like Jesus.

Want you to get better.

Please, please get better,

For you, for me.

#MusicMonday

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VgaRm9j8SQI

Rapture by Blondie

Rapture by Blondie

I forgot how cool Blondie and Debbie Harry are. Here’s a flashback for 80s fans.

Toe to toe

Dancing very close

Barely breathing

Almost comatose

Wall to wall

People hypnotized

And they’re stepping lightly

Hang each night in Rapture

Back to back

Sacroiliac

Spineless movement

And a wild attack

Face to face

Sadly solitude

And it’s finger popping

Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture

Fab Five Freddie told me everybody’s high

DJ’s spinnin’ are savin’ my mind

Flash is fast, Flash is cool

Francois sez fas, Flashe’ no do

And you don’t stop, sure shot

Go out to the parking lot

And you get in your car and you drive real far

And you drive all night and then you see a light

And it comes right down and lands on the ground

And out comes a man from Mars

And you try to run but he’s got a gun

And he shoots you dead and he eats your head

And then you’re in the man from Mars

You go out at night, eatin’ cars

You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too

Mercury’s and Subaru’s

And you don’t stop, you keep on eatin’ cars

Then, when there’s no more cars

You go out at night and eat up bars where the people meet

Face to face, dance cheek to cheek

One to one, man to man

Dance toe to toe

Don’t move to slow, ’cause the man from Mars

Is through with cars, he’s eatin’ bars

Yeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hall

He’s gonna eat ’em all

Rapture, be pure

Take a tour, through the sewer

Don’t strain your brain, paint a train

You’ll be singin’ in the rain

I said don’t stop, to punk rock

Well now you see what you wanna be

Just have your party on TV

‘Cause the man from Mars won’t eat up bars when the TV’s on

And now he’s gone back up to space

Where he won’t have a hassle with the human race

And you hip-hop, and you don’t stop

Just blast off, sure shot

‘Cause the man from Mars stopped eatin’ cars and eatin’ bars

And now he only eats guitars, get up!

#MusicMonday #80sMusic

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pHCdS7O248g&feature=share