Phoenix Fights

Fighting the FEAR, depression and BDP on a daily basis AND making my own bread. Bring it on 2016….



The last entry! I made it! Whoop, whoop!

What the hell will I blog about now?! Probably all my woes, fears and mind monkeys again, you lucky, lucky lot…

Re this last challenge, I don’t think I could listen to a song sung by a divine choir of angels trained by Marvin, Whitney AND Gil himself all day without getting sick of it, but ‘I Think I’ll Call It Morning’ comes very, very close.

Gil Scott-Heron the self proclaimed ‘bluesologist’ tended to be known for his poetry and more political tracks around racial inequality, all of which I love, but this song is, to me, is Gil at his happiest, and it almost always lifts my spirits.

Ah to be happy and talented enough to write something like this, what a gift that would be….

A beautiful man, beautiful lyrics and a fitting end to this challenge.

A song of hope.

Thanks for listening x

I’m gonna take myself a piece of sunshine
And paint it all over my sky
Be no rain..
Be no rain..

I’m gonna take the song from every bird
And make em sing it just for me
Bird’s got something to teach us all
About being free, yeah
Be no rain..
Be no rain..

And I think I’ll call it morning
From now on
Why should I survive on sadness?
And tell myself I got to be alone
Why should I subscribe to this world’s madness?
Knowing that I’ve got to live on
Yeah I think I’ll call it morning
From now on

I’m gonna take myself a piece of sunshine
And paint it all over my sky
Be no rain…
Be no rain…

I’m gonna take the song from every bird
And make them sing it just for me
Cause why should I hang my head
Why should I let tears fall from my eyes?
When I’ve seen everything there is to see
And I know there is no sense in crying
I know there ain’t no sense in crying
Yeah I think I’ll call it morning
From now on
I’ll call it morning from now on, yeah

Cause there ain’t gonna be no rain
Be no rain
Be no rain
From now on…



  1. Wait! It’s over? Wow, 25 days go by quickly, don’t they! I enjoyed this series thoroughly and I love how you wrapped up it with this hopeful bit. Nicely done.

  2. And, closing out the  25 DAYS OF SONGS CHALLENGE (that I have desecrated with large clusters of songs on only seven days):

    No, that won’t do. It is true enough—I absolutely could listen to that song on an endless loop (and have listened to it over and over and over. And over [as I could/have countless other of his songs, as well as countless other songs from various musicians]). My unslakability for his music being too well established, however, and not wishing to be (any more of) a bore, let us go with a another real peach.

    Some 18 months ago, during an extended period of insomnia, I discovered that this song is the ideal soundtrack for 2:30–6-30 am. driving. (Yes, of course, just about all of Mr. Waits’ work well-fits that category. I agree. But, this song is perfection.)
    Earlier this year, I could not have been more pleased to discover that this song is also wonderfully suited to daylight driving.
    Last month, I proved the durability of the song by spending seven-plus hours in a car listening to it non-stop. (Let me assure everyone that I was traveling alone. It is only in the rarest of instances that I will encroach upon others with my compulsion[s].)

    And, now, cherished Madame, if you would be so kind: LOOSE THE MIND MONKEYS!

    • Ah, this is the theme tune to ‘Black Books’ one of the best comedy shows in the know universe, pray check it out CD, I bet it blows your skirt up!
      PS MM’s chattering and jibbering madly as we speak…

      • We begin with a moment of punctilious, small-minded, cheap, sniggling pettifoggery. (Is it necessary? Of course, not. But, we do all play to our strengths, even the odious ones. [That is, odious strengths AND odious people.]) The BLACK BOOKS theme does indeed sound quite similar to “Jockey Full of Bourbon”, though, it is the composition of a fellow named Jonathan Whitehead. Actually, it is so reminiscent of the Tom Waits song—with, inter alia, its loose-twang guitar, marimba/vibraphone and peristaltic tempo—it is interesting that Mr. Waits did not file suit, as he did successfully against Frito-Lay, Levi’s, Audi and Opel.

        Having completed our unwarranted, snotty pedantry, let us proceed to:

        GADZOOKS and ‘ZOUNDS! That program is marvelous! Blow my skirt up? HA!, Madame, it has positively blown it off!

        And, thank you so for mentioning it again. From your June 15, 2013 post (BERNARD BLACK — I LOVE YOU…), BLACK BOOKS sounded so thoroughly in my wheel-house that I made a mental note to go find it. As such things do, my mental note flitted away. To avoid a reoccurrence, after reading the above, I immediately leapt to the link. Ooooh, tarnation!

        I now take my leave, to complete a second cycle through the show. (After which, with autumn not so very far off, I really should go reclaim my skirt.)

  3. Oh my god I love Gil Scott Heron!

  4. No rain, Sista, I don’t think I could live without rain!!
    congratulations for finishing your song project, it’s been great.

  5. Watched a rerun of ‘Frost’ last night, in which he said, ‘Out of step is good. It means you tread on the bits other people have missed.’ Hope he’s right, because having been out of step for 25 days, I thought I might as well finish as I started.
    I couldn’t listen to anything all day without going raving bonkers, but here are a couple of things I’ve been known to listen to more than once.'s+not+the+only+way+to+go+big+river+youtube&qpvt=leaving%27s+not+the+only+way+to+go+big+river+youtube&FORM=VDRE#view=detail&mid=917153E2C710C9068E18917153E2C710C9068E18

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