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Guess there are times when we all need to share a little pain
And ironing out the rough spots
Is the hardest part when memories remain
And it's times like these when we all need to hear the radio
'Cause from the lips of some old singer
We can share the troubles we already know
Turn them on, turn them on
Turn on those sad songs
When all hope is gone
Why don't you tune in and turn them on
They reach into your room
Just feel their gentle touch
When all hope is gone
Sad songs say so much
If someone else is suffering enough to write it down
When every single word makes sense
Then it's easier to have those songs around
The kick inside is in the line that finally gets to you
and it feels so good to hurt so bad
And suffer just enough to sing the blues
Sad songs, they say
Sad songs, they say
Sad songs, they say
Sad songs, they say so much
in between heavy rain showers in a forest on Tuesday
worthwhile to double-click
turdus philomelos
zanglijster
grive musicienne
Singdrossel
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after a heavy rain shower in a forest
turdus philomelos
zanglijster
grive musicienne
Singdrossel
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Song Thrush - Turdus philomelos
The song thrush breeds in forests, gardens and parks, and is partially migratory with many birds wintering in southern Europe, North Africa and the Middle East; it has also been introduced into New Zealand and Australia. Although it is not threatened globally, there have been serious population declines in parts of Europe, possibly due to changes in farming practices.
The song thrush builds a neat mud-lined cup nest in a bush or tree and lays four to five dark-spotted blue eggs. It is omnivorous and has the habit of using a favourite stone as an "anvil" on which to break open the shells of snails. Like other perching birds (passerines), it is affected by external and internal parasites and is vulnerable to predation by cats and birds of prey.
In intensively farmed areas where agricultural practices appear to have made cropped land unsuitable, gardens are an important breeding habitat. In one English study, only 3.5% of territories were found in farmland, whereas gardens held 71.5% of the territories, despite that habitat making up only 2% of the total area. The remaining nests were in woodlands (1% of total area).
The winter habitat is similar to that used for breeding, except that high ground and other exposed localities are avoided; however, the island subspecies T. p. hebridensis will frequent the seashore in winter.
Population:
UK breeding:
1,200,000 territories
A fairly cliché shot that I've done with many different species. However, never with a song thrush; so there you go :)
I love country music, but I didn't have anything to shoot, so I searched songs with my name.... and found this Tom Petty song, that I never heard and glad I found... I took a picture of this on my phone, so it made the size requirements....
I doctored it up a bit for the challenge!
Here I am walking alone, but my lockdown dream is that one day soon, we can all walk together without the fear of covid...
Work Song - Hozier
My baby never fret none
About what my hands and my body done
If the Lord don't forgive me
I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me
When I was kissing on my baby
And she put her love down soft and sweet
In the lowland plot I was free
Heaven and hell were words to me
When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to her
And you can tell everybody
This is the song
It may be quite simple, but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind
That I put down in the words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
You got a face not spoiled by beauty
I have some scars from where I've been
You've got eyes that can see right through me
You're not afraid of anything they've seen
I was told that I would feel nothing the first time
I don't know how these cuts heal
But in you I found a rhyme
If there is a light
You can't always see
And there is a world
We can't always be
If there is a dark
Now we shouldn't doubt
And there is a light
Don't let it go out
And this is a song
A song for someone
This is a song
A song for someone
You let me into a conversation
A conversation only we could make
You break and enter my imagination
Whatever's in there
It's yours to take
I was told I'd feel nothing the first time
You were slow to heal
But this could be the night
If there is a light
You can't always see
And there is a world
We can't always be
If there is a dark
Within and without
And there is a light
Don't let it go out
"I read within a poet's book
A word that starred the page:
"Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage!"
Yes, that is true; and something more
You'll find, where'er you roam,
That marble floors and gilded walls
Can never make a home.
But every house where Love abides,
And Friendship is a guest,
Is surely home, and home-sweet-home:
For there the heart can rest."
- A Home Song by Henry Van Dyke
ogni cosa attorno
ha l'odore inalterato dell'assenza.
è ciò che accade quando
i contorni di un ricordo
si sgretolano in frammenti infinitesimali.
in realtà tutto rimane com'era,
è la percezione che cambia.
è la differenza tra una tela appena dipinta
e la medesima tela trecento anni dopo.
le crepe nel colore.
la medesima immagine,
si scompone senza cambiare veramente.
ed io mi ritrovo qui
in un punto causale di uno spazio casuale,
dove tutto attorno è teso,
sul punto di sgretolarsi.
e la soddisfazione è infinita
in quell'istante,
prima che tutto vada in pezzi,
prima che tutto giunga al termine.
bianco e nero sono il medesimo colore
nel mio pensiero circolare.
è tutto qui.
e ciclicamente si ripete.
soundtrack [65daysofstatic * Don't Go Down to Sorrow]
view/read/listen with its twin image/text/song here
This song sparrow was busy investigating the side of the trail, and didn't really care that I had squatted near for images.
It collected worms for his younglings.
Thank you all for visits, favs and comments, it's greatly appreciated!
ogni cosa fuori
ha l'odore mutevole della presenza.
è ciò che accade quando
i contorni di un ricordo
si ricompongono da frammenti infinitesimali.
in realtà tutto cambia,
è la percezione che rimane com'era.
è la somiglianza tra una tela appena dipinta
e la medesima tela trecento anni dopo.
le forme nel colore.
la medesima immagine,
riprende forma cambiando parzialmente.
ed io mi ritrovo qui
in un punto casuale di uno spazio causale,
dove tutto attorno è teso,
sul punto di ricomporsi.
e la soddisfazione è infinita
in quell'istante,
prima che tutto si ricrei,
prima che tutto abbia inizio.
nero e bianco sono il medesimo colore
nel mio pensiero circolare.
è tutto qui.
e ciclicamente si ripete.
soundtrack [Slint * Good Morning, Captain]
view/read/listen with its twin image/text/song here