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September 28, 2015
‘Ring my bell’ sang Anita Ward,
back in seventy nine,
five years after Abba’s ‘Ring ring’ request
came down the telephone line.
Jethro Tull, also in the 70’s,
gave us ‘Ring out Solstice Bells,
and ‘Here I go again’, and ‘Soul City Walk’;
hits for Archie Bell and The Drells.
Judy Clay in 68, shared with William Bell
this ‘Private Number’ song,
whilst ‘Call me’ by Blondie in 1980,
in the charts, could do no wrong.
‘Black is Black’ by La Belle Epoque,
in 77, a re-entry hit, so fine.
‘Saved by the Bell’ from lovely Robin Gibb,
reached number 2 in sixty nine.
Belle and the Devotions ‘Love Games’
reached 11 in eighty four.
Whilst Harry Belafonte’s ‘Banana Boat song’
reached his ‘Island in the sun’, decades before.
In 81, Godley & Crème’s ‘Wedding Bell’s,
proved ‘Under your thumb’ wasn’t wrong.
And Belle Stars ‘Sign of the times’,
followed ‘Iko Iko’ and ‘Clapping Song’.
From School bells to Church bells;
through hymns and nursery rhymes.
From Wedding Bells to Christmas Bells;
a life lived out with chimes.
From happy bells to hell’s bells;
the price paid for our crimes.
And at the end, those Funeral bells;
with sweet thoughts of glorious times.
Written by Harriet Blackbury.
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