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3rd Ear Thoughts – The Death Of Aeroplane Man

The death of an elderly neighbour in my street who appeared to have no family or friends stirred me up so much I had to write about him.  Dying alone and decomposing is an awful way to leave this earth, even if Aeroplane Man was a miserable old goat.

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A hand crafted wooden aeroplane similar to the one Aeroplane Man used to fly.

Having lived on my street for over 20 years, I’m familiar with the many residents who live alongside me.  The good, bad, ugly, nosy, dangerous, stuck up, etc.  I’ve seen families come and go, watched kids grow into adults, police raids and many people carted off in ambulances; both emergency and private ones.  Last week an elderly gentleman who lived up the road was taken away by undertakers after being discovered dead for a number of days by the police.  No family or friends were there to claim his body or take charge of the possessions in his home.  There will be no-one to oversee funeral arrangements or shed a tear for him and it really got me caught in a sadness for him, even though he was a miserable old goat.

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A typical British Private Ambulance

‘Aeroplane Man’ was probably in his late 70s, early 80s, tall, stony-faced, soulless eyes and always wore the same clothes, that 1980s grandad look; patterned jumper and casual slacks with a smart but worn and weathered overcoat.  In all the time I’ve lived on this street I’ve never seen him hold a conversation with anyone except workmen visiting his home or yapping at kids to leave him and his toy airplane alone.  His handmade wooden airplane is how he earned the name Aeroplane Man.  Up until around 10 years ago he’d often fly his airplane on the green near the local park in the warm weather.  The local kids would crowd around him and ask him for a go.  He’d ignore them till they got too close to his plane, growl at them then retreat back home.  Sometimes I’d walk past his house and he’d be staring out of his window at nothing, if his gaze caught mine, he’d swiftly turn his head or just stare through me just as he would if I passed him on my travels to the local shops.  I remember walking in the road so he could freely walk along the crowded path one winter.  I looked into his face for any kind of acknowledgement; a smile, a nod of the head maybe but there was nothing.  I uttered “miserable old goat” under my breath, which he could’ve heard but he really did come across that way.  Even the elder folk in the area referred to him as a “funny one”.  No-one knew anything about him in life and not many gave a toss about him in death.

I’m not aware of who alerted the police that something was wrong but after they’d smashed down Aeroplane Man’s front door the nosey crew lined up around his front garden gate smoking their cigarettes, gossiping, peering through any open space in his home, badgering the police for any information.  I too peered from my window as events unfolded, saddened that this man who as miserable as he was, must’ve meant something to somebody and had some meaningful purpose in life at some point was now just a lonely corpse.  Once the undertakers had removed his body, the Housing Association workmen boarded up the smashed door and secured the locks.  If there truly is no living relative of Aeroplane Man, within a week his belongings will be cleared out by strangers followed by any repairs that need fixing in his home in order for a new tenant to move into the property as soon as possible.

Dying like that scares me.  My daughter assured me it will never happen as we watched the private ambulance drive away, but who knows what our fate is in life?  In spite of the families we grow up with, the friendships and relationships we form, the precious items we value in life; in death we are just a body.  Aeroplane man may have been a Miserable Old Goat but I pray for his soul and hope he finds both peace and his smile in the afterworld.

Quote By 3rd Ear Girl – ‘Know Your Worth’

As #MentalHealthAwarenessWeek comes to a close, 3rd Ear Wordz shares this quote to uplift those who are struggling alone with depression and are put down by those around them.

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Quote by 3rd Ear Girl

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3rd Ear Wordz – Broke Boaster

 

Welcome to the 3rd Ear Dictionary.  The language may not translate well in the ‘real’ world but is essential in the 3rd Ear World.  First official entry is Broke Boaster.

Broke Boaster

Broke Boaster from the 3rd Ear Wordz Dictionary

 

3rd Ear Wordz – Giving Up On You

Giving Up On You

Extract from “Giving Up On You”

A lyric about a failed relationship from the 3rd Ear Wordz vault.  

“I’ve had enough. I’m sick and tired of you taking me for granted.

Now I’m toughening up, cutting the ties that keep us banded.

Guys like you are too selfish, caught up in your own game.

Always promising changes, yet things remain the same.

Well I’ve tried, given you all that I could.

You fail to recognise how I feel.

And telling me you’re the one who’s been misunderstood.

You just don’t know when you’ve got something good.

So believe me cause this time it’s true.

I’m giving up on you.

 

Lost count of the times I had your back.

Whilst you were cheating behind mine.

Gave up on my dreams only for you to treat me so blatantly unkind

Oh why! Tell me one time that I ever did you wrong?

I’ve been such a fool to put up with you so long.

You used to love me, hold me, be there for me baby.

Now you walk over me, crush my pride and say that you care for me baby.

Well no more. I’m tired of being your fool.

Believe me boy, I’m giving up on you.

 

Now my eyes are open and I can see through the haze.

When I see you on the street, I’ll be looking the other way.

Cause I don’t want to see the tears in your eyes,

Or hear about how you’re hurting inside.

Because I know its all lies.

How many times do you want to throw your love on me?

Then when I don’t live up to your expectations, take it back from me.

I’m worth more than the drama you put me through.

Believe me boy, I’m giving up on you.”

 

Copyright D Woolcock for 3rd Ear Wordz

3RD EAR QUOTE – Life, A Senseless Lie

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This reflection comes from something TV Judge, Judy Sheindlin says very often on her show, and it’s true.  If something somebody tells you makes no logical sense, it’s most likely to be bullshit. 

Recently, many things have been told/explained/fed to me that don’t make no sense at all.  Am I stupid?  Paranoid maybe?  Or is my life just one senseless lie?

3rd Ear Girl

QUOTE -When Death Is A Gain, Not Pain.

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Betrayal After Death

I came up with this quote after seeing some ruthless actions from the family and friends of a dear person I once knew.

 

3rd Ear Girls Stand Out Memories – An Introduction

A short introduction into 3rd Ear Girls new project ‘Stand Out Memories’.  A deconstructed memoir of a colourful life, the struggles, the pain, the influences and a lot of naughtiness.  

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                                                      Stand Out Memories Cover 2016

As a writer (struggling) and someone who has gone through a rollercoaster of experiences and emotions in life, people often tell me that I should write an autobiography… If I could write the whole truth and nothing but, I probably would. However, I’m loyal and discreet to those who I regard as ‘my fam’ in life and telling the whole truth could upset people I don’t want to hurt or expose those who’ve put a past mistake to bed and have moved on.

Sharing some of my Stand Out Memories gives me the chance to tell some unforgettable and cherished stories and pay tribute to the wonderful people who I’ve come across in life. I can also shake off some bad memories of the many villains I’ve had to endure along the way. I’m just changing a few names, settings and dates whilst the core of the story remains the truth.

The theme of my Stand Out Memories is aptly labelled, Chaos And Disorder, because even in the most tranquil and happiest moments in life, there’s always some chaos and disorder in the mix. Chaos and Disorder is also the title of a song written by my favourite musician, the late Prince Rogers Nelson.

“ I’m just a no-name reporter

I wish I had nothin’ to say

Looking through my new camcorder

Tryna find a crime that pays…

I get hit by mortars, everywhere I go I’m loitering

Chaos and disorder ruining my world today ”

Chaos and Disorder – Prince (1996) NPG Records

There’s no chronological structure or rule of narrative, I will just write as I feel, when I feel it. I’ve always struggled when it comes to writing about myself, but I’m enjoying this project so far. I hope you will enjoy reading it.

© 3rd Ear Girl 2016

 

LYRIC – Stupid Me!

Stupid Me

This self-loathing lyric was written at a bad period in my life.  Even though you’re free, have you ever felt trapped, not only in love, but in friendships or by hurtful family members? You can see all the wrongs, but to avoid further drama, you don’t say nothing.  You stop standing up for yourself and let the hurt roll whilst you’re hurting badly inside.

Must’ve been born with pussy written on my forehead
My only explanation for believing in all the things you said
Thought you loved me but I’m just a fool
Cuz I’m stupid me

I’ve let you see me cry 2 many a time
Let you play silly games with my mind
Why I let you do this I just don’t know
The doors wide open but I don’t wanna go
Cuz I’m stupid me

CHORUS:  You put me down, you mess around
Spread the word all over town
“That girls stupid”
Break my heart and make me cry
Tell me anything cuz I’ll believe your lies
Cuz I’m stupid. Stupid motherfuckin me

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Rejections something I’m kind of getting used too
Cuz if i’m waiting 4 affection, I ain’t getting it from you
You say you love me when you run out of honey
My emotions you walk all over. Ha Ha so funny!
Cuz i’m stupid me (CHORUS)

Why do I let you hurt me?
Why do I let you make me cry?
I know it’s wrong but I let you carry on
Why, oh why! Oh why! Cuz i’m stupid me

Copyright Lady Syxess (Lady 6X) 2008

Originally published on the now defunct Triond website

Poem/Lyric – What Am I Supposed To Do?

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A relationship broken down.  The woman has given it her all but isn’t getting much of a response from her man. Does she fight for love or should she walk away from it?  What is she supposed to do?

You know how I feel for you

So why d’ya keep trying to make me prove

What’s perfectly clear

Pushing me away, double siding me

Is only gonna make me disappear

There’s only so much I can take

Damn it! I got feelings too

Wanna share my dreams with you

But you’re making it so hard for me

So hard for me

So what am I supposed to do?

It’s fair to say, I’ve gotta share the blame

Trying to steer you from the reality and pain

Tried to paint a perfect picture fantasy

Even though we were suffering in the misery

But please, you must always remember

Right or wrong I’ve always been there for ya

From January through to December

Stood there strong by your side

Trying to guide you through life

Now you’re pushing me, fighting me

Double siding me

After all that we’ve been through

Be honest with yourself

You know I’d never do that to you

So tell me what am I supposed to do?

I don’t wanna see you in misery

I don’t wanna see you in pain

But if it means a replay of all the hell we’ve been through

Then I don’t wanna see you again

You see trust means a lot to me

And you’ve broken mine too many times

Then you say you realise

And tell me you wanna give our relationship another try

But how do I know that you’re not just spinning another lie

I have feelings for you and always will do

But when you’re fighting me, double siding me. Tell me

What am I supposed to do?

*Copyright Lady Syxess 2007

*  This lyric was published under Lady Syxess (my other alias) and published on the now defunct Triond website.  All rights reserved.

#QUOTE – The Writers’ Bugbear

Someone recently asked me why many writers are struggling to get their work noticed and I came up with this little quip.  Writers are still being successful and people are still reading, but in this “electronically digital” age, videos are the in thing. People want fast fixes, they haven’t got time to read and their brains are too engaged to hold the attention of what the writer is trying to tell them.

The Writer's Struggle

The Writer’s Struggle

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