Lyrical Challenge – Day 2

I’m back! Wow, OJ didn’t tell me how tough it is to choose just one song to share! That problem comes with being a word lover, I suppose. I hope you’ve checked out her cool blog though🙂. And I hope you are enjoying these posts as much as I am😊

A quick recap; the Lyrical Challenge works as follows:

1. Thank the person who nominated you,

2. Share your favourite song/lyrics,

3. Nominate 3 other bloggers

So, today, I picked lyrics from a song by Davido. It’s in Nigerian Pidgin, I think. Anyway, he describes a woman I’d like to be: an attractive woman with no interest in material things and chases after his heart. Love really does boil down to two people who want to be together. The rest is just decorative!

Aye by Davido
Cause you want my love o
She no want designer
She no want Ferarri
She say na my love o
You belong to meee
And I belong to her o
Oh babyyy!
You go killie somebody
They say love is blind
But I dey see am for your eyes o (o ee aa)

My nominations for today:

Afro Chic

SkyLarity

Almandyne

I hope you’re having a beautiful weekend😘

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Lyrical Challenge – Day 1

Afternoon Everyone!

As you know, Twitter is where cool things live and the 3 day Lyrical Challenge is no different! I couldn’t wait for Sunday so I thought I would start today until Sunday!

I had to be part of this, so I got myself challenged by OJ’s Pride. She has a great blog, you should check it out! Thanks so much for this opportunity, OJ!

So the rules to The Lyrical Challenge are simple:

1. Thank the person who nominated you,

2. Share your favourite song/lyrics,

3. Nominate 3 other bloggers.

Ok, let’s do this! My first song is actually an interlude so it’s short:

Newer Balance (freestyle) by Jhenè Aiko
I don’t need no other guy
Ever since you caught my eye
Oh you’re the only one I see
The only one that’s for me, my baby
And it would really be a shame
If you are just running game on me
Oh, baby please, baby please tell me it ain’t so, oh no
I got a strange feeling
That maybe I am dealing with a smooth player
Ooh, I’m praying

That you are who you are saying
Hope you are who you are saying

My 3 nominations are:

Beaton

Nshami14

Tina

Thanks for reading 🙂 I’ll be back with a new song tomorrow!

My Stupid Mouth

My favourite thing about John Mayer is his ability to explain situations in a simple yet profound way, a way that explains quite perfectly how I feel and where I’ve been. Here’s an example:

I’m never speaking up again it only hurts me.

I’d rather be a mystery than she dessert me

Oh, I’m never speaking up again

Starting now…

 One more thing!

Why is it my fault?

So maybe I try too hard

But it’s all because of this desire

I just wanna be liked

Just wanna be funny

Looks like the joke’s on me…

You see? Perfect perfect explanation…

Music

Give me music that makes me cry on my worst day and smile on my best. Give me lyrics and harmonies and riffs and melodies that make me put it on repeat. Give me a song that makes me say, “Yes!” in aggrreement and “No!” because it hurts to remember. A song that reminds me there were better times,now is a better time and better times will come. Give me beauty and fun and love and intensity. That’s my kind of music. Give me music.

When It’s Good 

 Something inside crumbles -no, melts. It starts in the middle and everything gets hazy and mushy. A really good song has its own personality.It’s in a guitar lick or a bass riff or a chord progression, that sweet sweet melody or velvet harmony. Music hits you with one of those – or all of them- and before you know it, you are savouring the taste it leaves in your mouth.

“The thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.” – Bob Marley

G-String

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In case you were wondering, the G-string is the 4th string from the 1st string on the 6 string. The 6 string I’ve been plucking since my youth. The axe which turns my insides into goo. To know that these fingers can produce a metal melody. I love the rhythm and the blues and the notes that say the words that I myself cannot weave together as beautifully as these fingers do. I wish I was better at it, wish I could stretch my fingers further. I wish they were not this lax, this stuck in their ways. This old dog has new tricks to learn. Learnning takes time and practice and practise takes time. And progress is slow and small, but progress all the same. And so I must pluck and pluck and pluck some more. Until the progress is no longer so small.