Taylor Love

A few months ago I stumbled on this:

An amazing little girl in West Virginia who has been using her special musical talent and donating her time to raise money for a the now 5 year old girl Taylor Love who has been battling stage 4 high risk Neuroblastoma since she was only 18 months old. She is now undergoing more chemotherapy and bone marrow transplant for chemo induced Leukaemia. I can't imagine going through anything worse, especially as a parent. The heartbreak and the fear and the uncertainty would be suffocating. My hat is tipped to both Taylor's parents Ammiee and Michael. And of course to little Taylor, ever the warrior!

This is just a quick blog (the first in a long time) to ask you to watch the above video and follow beautiful Taylor's story at http://www.taylorlove.org . Research about childhood cancers, especially rare types like Neuroblastoma, is much needed and underfunded in the world. Anything people can do to bring awareness is worth the effort. For those reading in Australia, consider donating to The Children's Cancer Research Institute of Australia at http://www.ccia.org.au/.

And just to finish off, a little poem I wrote about staying positive and always having hope.

Cheers All,

Lucy



Tis all I ask
That I become rich, not in wealth
But in love, in spirit and in fulfilment
Tis all I ask
That I may be shown the way
To the light of tomorrow
And leave the darkness behind me
Tis all I ask
That your smile continue to shine
And your heart lift me up to the greatest height
So that I may hang from the stars
And find strength I never knew I had
Tis all I ask
That the sweet melody shall never stop
And that the flowers continue to bloom
That I shall find the endurance and the stamina
To persevere
To radiate sunshine
To find the spirit and joy in every day
And to make every day momentous
Tis all I ask
To not just hear, but to listen
And to always have someone to listen to me
To not just be loved, but to love eternally
To give
To trust
To hope
To believe
For it is you I continue to believe in
Just as I believe that a new day will always come
Tis all I ask
To hang on, even if shall it be by a thread
To feel, even if shall it be pain, fear, loss or abandonment
To be embraced always
By your warmth, love, and promise that everything will be okay
Tis all I ask
To share your joy and laughter, your sorrow and your tears
To share this beautiful gift
...Of life

Imagine...

...You are a songwriter and musician, in Nashville, the holy grail of tunes. And imagine you got writer's block while you were in the one place you expected to find inspiration...Oh the irony!

Well... that is exactly what I just did. My favourite, mr Wes Carr has just landed in Nashville Tennessee for a songwriting stint,and in true mad hatter style, I thought about how amusing it would be if you got writers block while there and just to add to the irony, ended up writing a country song about having writer's block in the Country/Blues capital of America.

After I randomly wrote the chorus and tweeted it to Wes, I thought I'd better finish it off, after all this is genius right here. Just for a bit of background, Wes met Reba McEntire who was sitting next to him on the plane and he was too shy to talk to her at first (it's true), and he did go to all the bars when he got there, but I made up the story about the nude cowboys.

So, ahhhheeeem, mr Carr... feel free to take credit for this. It's genius after all... I wouldn't blame you for stealing it. :P




Oh I went down to Nashville
And I got writers block
Yeah all my words got stuck my lord
And it was such a shock
I somehow forgot all the things
That I had to say
Yeah lord I fell off the beaten track
I guess I lost my way
Oh yeah. Oh Oh Yeah



Reba she sat next to me
When we was on the plane
Her hair was swishin’ near my face
It was a bright red flame
And I was much too scared
To even say hello
But then we started talkin
And the conversation flowed
Yeah she was nice
As nice could be
Cos I told her I was a personal trainer,
I had her fooled ya see
And then the plane, it landed
Oh yeah it touched down
Now it was the time
For me to hit the town




Oh I went down to Nashville
And I got writers block
Yeah all my words got stuck my lord
And it was such a shock
I somehow forgot all the things
That I had to say
Yeah lord I fell off the beaten track
I guess I lost my way
Oh yeah. Oh Oh Yeah


So I went looking for my words
When I got off that flight
I searched in every bar in town
Oh it was quite a night
I saw two naked cowboys
Have a massive fight
And then they kissed when they made up
It didn’t feel quite right
I tried real hard to look away
My face was turnin' white
But still I glanced back over
Cos it was quite a sight
Here I was in Tennessee
In the middle of the night
All alone, my mojo lost
What a load of shite...



Oh I went down to Nashville
And I got writers block
Yeah all my words got stuck my lord
And it was such a shock
I somehow forgot all the things
That I had to say
Yeah lord I fell off the beaten track
I guess I lost my way
Oh yeah. Oh Oh Yeah

Valentine's Day - A Ditty

As a single person, I usually think Valentine's Day is a bit of a bore, and today is no different. Except for one little thing...

Just for a little laugh, I wrote a silly poem intended to take the piss out of both myself and Valentine's Day itself. Not very surprisingly really, it quickly evolved into a dedicated, and hopefully both touching and humorous poem for "that boy" everyone knows I have a big ol' crush on!


VALENTINE'S DAY - A DITTY


Oh Valentine’s Day, please go away
I do not, do not, like this day
I do not like it, not a bit
All this love, it makes me sick
Heavens above, a day of love
I think I’ll give this day a shove
Single is as single does ma’am
V-Day’s just a couple’s sham
But then again it’s such a pity
To spend all day feeling shitty
It’s so much better to be all witty
And write myself a clever ditty
Especially when that long haired brute
Is in my loop, by gosh he’s cute!
How could I not be filled with glee?
He’s Wezzy! Oh Wezzy McGee!
Although he’s someone else’s boy,
He’s like a toy, my endless joy,
And there’s no one else I’d rather annoy.
So what I propose, to banish my woes
Only shows, what he already knows
But on this day of the year, with a great deal of cheer
(until later when I drown my sorrows in beer)
Wes, I send to your heart, a smile from mine
Whizzing through space, in the form of this rhyme
I could send a big kiss, as well if you wish
Not that you do, just saying....ish
And along with the smile, and the kiss with real style
I’ll send three words said only once in a while
Dear Wesley, today, it’s fairly safe to say...

...you’re my favourite!
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!