Song Lyric Sunday – Faithfully True

Welcome to another Song Lyric Sunday where we are challenged to find songs using he given prompt words. This week, blogger Lady A, has provided the prompts of ‘Devoted, Faithful, Honorable, Loyal and True’

I knew immediately that I wanted to pick “Faithfully” by Journey, released in 1983. It will likely be a popular choice today so I’m also including “True” by Spandau Ballet also released in 1983. I love both of these songs and I hope you enjoy them.

The Song

The lyrics for this song were inspired by a crush Spandau Ballet’s Gary Kemp had on Altered Images singer and Gregory’s Girl star Clare Grogan: “I was infatuated with Clare Grogan,” he told The Guardian. “I met her on Top of the Pops and, at one point, travelled up to Scotland to have tea with her and her mum and dad. Although my feelings were unrequited and the relationship was platonic, it was enough to trigger a song,”

Some phrases in the lyrics were adapted from the novel Lolita, a copy of which Clare Grogan had given Gary Kemp. “The lyrics are full of coded messages to Clare,” Kemp told The Guardian. “I’m still berated for the line ‘Take your seaside arms’ but it’s straight out of Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov, which she had given me as a present – although in the book, it’s ‘seaside limbs. The line ‘With a thrill in my head and a pill on my tongue’ is also a bastardisation of Nabokov.”

One of the song’s producers, Tony Swain, recalls in 1000 UK #1 Hits by Jon Kutner and Spencer Leigh, “We made the True album in the Bahamas and I am sure that a lot of that place got into the album. True was not a complicated song but it has really got something. There is something timeless about it: it has had over 2 million radio plays in America and it has been used in the wedding scenes for lots of films. It’s very nice to have made a record that has lasted that long and I still feel good about it.”
This was a huge worldwide hit, going to #1 in 21 countries.

The video for this song helped its chart fortunes considerably. Directed by Russell Mulcahy, it got lots of airtime on MTV, which was just two years old at the time.

There was plenty of production value, but no real storyline in the video, which was intentional. Gary Kemp explained: “I didn’t want to dictate what ‘True’ should be like. I’m sure when people hear that record they’ve got their own idea of what it means and what it looks like. So we just performed it, and lit it well – shooting light through water and broken glass – and it worked.”

Gary Kemp wrote of the song on his website: “I wanted to write a soul song a la Al Green or Marvin Gaye. I still remember sitting on my bed at my parents’ house writing it on guitar and calling Martin (his brother and Spandau Ballet bass player) in to listen to it. It became a song about trying to write a love song to someone who didn’t know your true thoughts, but how difficult it is to spell out your feelings without seeming too foolish.”

“We never realized the full potential of this song until we started to record it at Compass Point. On the ECD’s home movie footage of Nassau you can see the moment where we’re playing back the song, half finished, in the studio, and everybody, including the roadies, are singing along to it. It was at that moment that I knew we had something special.”

The saxophone solo was by the band’s Steve Norman. He told The Guardian: “The solo is actually a composite of two takes. I’d only been playing a year and was listening to Grover Washington Jr’s ‘Just The Two Of Us’ with Bill Withers, over and over. The solo is a reply to that: at the key change things just lift off, giving the song a moment of elation.”

The Lyrics

(Ha-ha-ha, ha-ah-hi)
(Ha-ha-ha, ha-ah-hi)

So true
Funny how it seems
Always in time, but never in line for dreams
Head over heels, went toe to toe
This is the sound of my soul
This is the sound

I bought a ticket to the world
But now I've come back again
Why do I find it hard to write the next line?
I want the truth to be said

(Ha-ha-ha, ha-ah-hi)
I know this much is true
(Ha-ha-ha, ha-ah-hi)
I know this much is true

With a thrill in my head and a pill on my tongue
Dissolve the nerves that have just begun
Listening to Marvin all night long
This is the sound of my soul
This is the sound

Always slipping from my hands
Sand's a time of its own
Take your seaside arms and write the next line
I want the truth to be known

(Ha-ha-ha, ha-ah-hi)
I know this much is true
(Ha-ha-ha, ha-ah-hi)
Ooh, I know this much is true

I know this much is true

I bought a ticket to the world
But now I've come back again
Why do I find it hard to write the next line?
I want the truth to be 
I want the truth to be said

(Ha-ha-ha, ha-ah-hi)
I know this much is true
(Ha-ha-ha, ha-ah-hi)
I know this much is true

I know this much is true

This much is a true

This much is true-ooh
This much is true-ooh-ooh
This much is true-ooh
This much is true-ooh-ooh

There's a thrill in my head and a pill on my tongue
Dissolve the nerves that have just begun
Listening to Marvin all night long

This much is true-ooh
This much is true-ooh-ooh

This is the sound

This much is true-ooh
This much is true-ooh-ooh

I bought a ticket to the world

This much is true-ooh
This much is true-ooh-ooh

I bought a ticket to the world

This much is true-ooh
This much is true-ooh-ooh

Writer/s: Gary James Kemp 
Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Faithfully – The Song

Journey keyboard player Jonathan Cain wrote this song about the challenges of being a married man on the road in a rock band:

Always another show
Wondering where I am
Lost without you

At the time, he was married to his first wife, Tané, a singer who had a #37 hit in 1982 called “Holdin’ On,” which Jonathan co-wrote and produced. He and Tané divorced a few years later, despite him pledging in this song to be “forever yours… faithfully.”
In his Songfacts interview, Jonathan Cain said, “God gave me that song,” as he wrote it so quickly. “I started it on the bus heading to Saratoga Springs,” he said. “I woke up the next day with a napkin on the side of my nightstand and I looked at the lyrics, ‘Highway run into the midnight sun.’ Then I got this supernatural download: This is the rest of the song.

I wrote rest of it down, almost frantically. I’d never had a song come to me so quickly that it was anointed, supernatural. Literally, in 30 minutes I had written that song. I had the napkin in my pocket and I put it on the piano. I had a big grand piano there by the orchestra. I played through it and I thought, ‘Man, this is good.’

The Lord gave me permission to finish it. Normally I would go to Steve Perry or somebody and say, ‘Help me finish this song.’ No. God gave me the mind to finish it, and the rest is history. That would be a love song to God, absolutely.”
According to the liner notes in Journey’s Time3 compilation, Cain paid tribute to Journey road manager Pat Morrow and stage manager Benny Collins in the line, “We all need the clowns to make us smile.”

“He told me he got the melody out of a dream,” said Neal Schon. “I wish something like that would happen to me.”

“Basically it’s a road song,” Cain said. “You know I’m being a good dog out here – don’t worry about it.”
Like “Rosanna” by Toto, this contains lyrics delivered by the lead singer but written by another member of the band, which led many fans to believe Steve Perry wrote the song about a particular girl.
Journey’s first music video was for this song. At the time, finding a director for a video wasn’t easy, especially in America, so the band’s manager, Herbie Herbert, hired the guys from NFL Films to shoot footage of the band on the road and onstage. So the same guys who filmed Walter Payton scoring touchdowns also filmed Steve Perry shaving his mustache.

Journey hated making videos, but couldn’t ignore the promotional impact of MTV. The network favored acts like Journey at the time because they were trying to position themselves with a rock format.
The song was performed by Lea Michele and Cory Monteith in the first season finale of Glee, along with several other Journey songs in the same episode. In the week after the transmission of the episode, download sales of the Glee version were sufficient to return the song to the Top 40 of the Hot 100.
When he was young, Jonathan Cain wanted to be a priest. He attended the Our Lady of the Angels School in Chicago and survived the 1958 fire there that killed 95 people. He stepped away from his faith, and after going through turmoil with Journey and enduring two failed marriages, he had an epiphany on a road in Florida, where he found himself calling out to God.

He joined the New Destiny Christian Center in Orlando, Florida, and in 2015 married its pastor, Paula White. In 2016 he released his first album of worship music, What God Wants to Hear. Looking back on “Faithfully,” he saw it in a different light. “If you take ‘Oh girl’ and you put ‘Oh God’ in there, you’ve got a Christian song,” he told Songfacts.

The Lyrics

Highway run
Into the midnight sun
Wheels go round and round
You're on my mind
Restless hearts
Sleep alone tonight
Sendin' all my love
Along the wire

They say that the road
Ain't no place to start a family
Right down the line
It's been you and me
And lovin' a music man
Ain't always what it's supposed to be

Oh girl you stand by me
I'm forever yours, faithfully

Circus life
Under the big top world
We all need the clowns
To make us smile
Through space and time
Always another show
Wondering where I am
Lost without you

And being apart ain't easy on this love affair
Two strangers learn to fall in love again
I get the joy
Of rediscovering you
Oh girl, you stand by me
I'm forever yours, faithfully

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Faithfully, I'm still yours
I'm forever yours
Ever yours, faithfully

Written by Jonathan Cain

Courtesy of Songfacts

Where were you on 9/11?


Where were you on 9/11? It’s a common question we ask every year on this day. A tragedy ingrained in our memories and wherever you are in the world you will likely have that recollection of place and time.

Looking Back – Coincidences

There are some coincidences in my recollection of that fateful Tuesday 20 years ago. President George W. Bush was here in Sarasota, Florida, where I live. I remembered this as I was driving to work and passed some protestors on the corner of a main intersection. On that morning he was talking with a class of elementary students at a local school when the first attack happened at 8:46 AM. I was a few miles away working at a job fair. I was on the opening team of a luxury brand hotel that was due to open two months later and we were just getting ready for our second day of interviewing potential staff. Some of us were sitting together in the break area prior to opening the doors. One of the other team members put their head around the door and said “Come and see what’s on the TV. A pilot has just crashed a plane into one of The World Trade Center buildings.” We all looked at each other thinking it must be a small 2 or 4 seater private plane. There is no way a commercial pilot would do that.

That was just the beginning of the awful events that would unfold throughout that day and the following days, weeks and months and years. You know the rest. Sadly, it did not end on that day. Thousands dead and then we went to war with Afghanistan for the past 20 years and even more dead to mourn. To this day there are still people dying from the fallout of 9/11.

We also discovered in the days following 9/11 of another local coincidence. Several of the terrorists who hijacked the planes had been receiving pilot training at a flight school just 20 miles south of Sarasota in Venice, Florida. Why this part of Florida was front and center of that horrific day, I don’t know.

Fast Forward – 20 Years On

This week our local bookstore sent out an email to its subscribers to share a beautiful poem by Billy Collins, a New Yorker, who was the U.S. poet laureate at the time of the 9/11 attacks. A year later, he wrote a poem,The Names, in honor of the victims. He read the poem before a special joint session of Congress held in New York City in 2002, and here he reads it again. I had not heard it before and it is really quite moving. It is so beautifully written and you will likely want to listen to it or read it more than once. The poem is also listed below. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Rest in peace all those whose lives were so tragically taken on 9 /11/2001.

Where were you on 9/11?

The Names by Billy Collins

 Yesterday, I lay awake in the palm of the night.
 A soft rain stole in, unhelped by any breeze,
 And when I saw the silver glaze on the windows,
 I started with A, with Ackerman, as it happened,
 Then Baxter and Calabro,
 Davis and Eberling, names falling into place
 As droplets fell through the dark.
 Names printed on the ceiling of the night.
 Names slipping around a watery bend.
 Twenty-six willows on the banks of a stream.
 In the morning, I walked out barefoot
 Among thousands of flowers
 Heavy with dew like the eyes of tears,
 And each had a name --
 Fiori inscribed on a yellow petal
 Then Gonzalez and Han, Ishikawa and Jenkins.
 Names written in the air
 And stitched into the cloth of the day.
 A name under a photograph taped to a mailbox.
 Monogram on a torn shirt,
 I see you spelled out on storefront windows
 And on the bright unfurled awnings of this city.
 I say the syllables as I turn a corner --
 Kelly and Lee,
 Medina, Nardella, and O'Connor.
 When I peer into the woods,
 I see a thick tangle where letters are hidden
 As in a puzzle concocted for children.
 Parker and Quigley in the twigs of an ash,
 Rizzo, Schubert, Torres, and Upton,
 Secrets in the boughs of an ancient maple.
 Names written in the pale sky.
 Names rising in the updraft amid buildings.
 Names silent in stone
 Or cried out behind a door.
 Names blown over the earth and out to sea.
 In the evening -- weakening light, the last swallows.
 A boy on a lake lifts his oars.
 A woman by a window puts a match to a candle,
 And the names are outlined on the rose clouds -
 Vanacore and Wallace,
 (let X stand, if it can, for the ones unfound)
 Then Young and Ziminsky, the final jolt of Z.
 Names etched on the head of a pin.
 One name spanning a bridge, another undergoing a tunnel.
 A blue name needled into the skin.
 Names of citizens, workers, mothers and fathers,
 The bright-eyed daughter, the quick son.
 Alphabet of names in a green field.
 Names in the small tracks of birds.
 Names lifted from a hat
 Or balanced on the tip of the tongue.
 Names wheeled into the dim warehouse of memory.
 So many names, there is barely room on the walls of the heart.

—Billy Collins (c) 2002
*This poem is dedicated to the victims of September 11 and to their survivors.


Stream of Consciousness Saturday - Where

Change Partners – A Novelinee

Change Partners

Dancing to your tune I move gingerly
A misstep would be unwise causing pain
and I’m careful to avoid injury
fearing I’ll be your perennial bane
Imagining a new movement sequence
I pray for music to finally change
as I choreograph a new frequence
A change of partner giving me free range
It seems to me to be a fair exchange


Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
All Rights Reserved

Laura Bloomsbury is hosting D'Verse Poets - Meet at the Bar tonight
and as it is the ninth day of the ninth month she has prompted us with
a form that is new to me called the Novelinee. It is a nine line poem
with an a,b,a,b,c,d,c,d,d sequence.

Image by Layers from Pixabay 
 

Peacefulness

Peacefulness

A wading heron stands silently in the water
Comfortable with its one-leggedness
A whisp of crown plumage
Wavering in the cool breeze
The gentle sight soothing, calming
Allowing the mind to close out noise
and soak in the peacefulness of the moment 
Roused from a reverie
by the rustling of dried grasses
I have stood many a time
at the doorway of dreaming
as nature strokes my hair
with her breath and gently kisses
my face with raindrops


Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
All Rights Reserved

Sanaa, from a Dash of Sunny is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight.  She has
prompted us with using a line from one her beautiful poems and has asked
us to replace one or two of her words with derivatives.  I chose he following
line from her poem Buck Moon, Part II Seeing Things - “The rustling of leaves;
I have stood many a time at the doorway of dreaming.” I switched out leaves for
dried grasses.


Photo by Craig Cameron on Unsplash

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