Time it was and what a time ... (songs about time)

Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: John O'L
Date: 13 Jul 06 - 08:20 PM

That old time feelin'
Falls on its face in the park...

J.J.Walker

Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: GUEST,Art Thieme
Date: 12 Jul 06 - 11:28 PM

Love, it is a killin' fit,
Beauty, it's a blossom,
And if you want you finger bit,
Just you stick it at a possum.

Fod!

(a warning from the singing of Frank Warner at the first University Of Chicago Folk Festival -- Feb. 3, 4, and 5, 1961)

Art

Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Charlie Baum
Date: 12 Jul 06 - 09:56 PM

For time it is a precious thing
And time brings all things to my mind
Time with all its labours,
Along with all its joys
Time brings all things to an end

Subject: Lyr Add: SPRING AND FALL (Gerard Manley Hopkins)
From: Stewie
Date: 12 Jul 06 - 08:03 PM

SPRING AND FALL
To a young child

Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves, like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! as the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you will weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sorrow's springs are all the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.


Gerard Manley Hopkins.

Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: The Shambles
Date: 12 Jul 06 - 04:33 AM

The Last Roar

The last roar
Of the Dinosaur
As he marches to extinction
You say "what went wrong"?
But to survive for so long
Must be, a mark of distinction

For time had flown
And the world he'd known
The land and all the oceans
Where once he would fit
He now must admit
He was only, 'going through the motions'

Just running to stand still
'Over the hill'
He thinks he'll get there, but never will

Ready to 'give up the ghost'
Sound the 'last post'
Where are your friends, when you need them the most?

Put to the test
He was losing interest
But still going through, 'the usual channels'
He had to curse
When they got there first
Damn, those upstart mammals!

For they had begun
To suckle their young
He prefers, to keep his distance
But it's efficient
And quite sufficient
To threaten, his existence

Just running to stand still
'Over the hill'
He thinks he'll get there, but never will

Ready to 'give up the ghost'
Sound the 'last post'
Where are your friends, when you need them the most?

© Roger Gall.

Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Keith A of Hertford
Date: 08 Jul 06 - 07:03 AM

Nice one Alan.

My youngest, Emily, is 24 tomorow.
My sons 30, 2 weeks ago.

Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Charley Noble
Date: 07 Jul 06 - 08:13 PM

A little folk processing of C. Fox Smith's last verse of "Mariquita" comes up with:

I think 'tis better that way for there's nothing left but change;
With the ships I knew laid up or lost, and the ports I knew grown strange,
Though I've changed beyond all knowing from the man I used to be,
I remember Mariquita and she's always young to me!

Charley Noble

Subject: Lyr Add: SUNRISE, SUNSET (Harnick/Bock)
From: Lanfranc
Date: 07 Jul 06 - 07:24 PM

SUNRISE, SUNSET
Words by Sheldon Harnick, music by Jerry Bock, from "Fiddler on the Roof" (1964)

(Tevye)
Is this the little girl I carried?
Is this the little boy at play?

(Golde)
I don't remember growing older.
When did they?

(Tevye)
When did she get to be a beauty?
When did he get to be so tall?

(Golde)
Wasn't it yesterday when they were small?

(Men)
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days.
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers,
Blossoming even as we gaze

(Women)
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years,
One season following another,
Laden with happiness and tears.

(Tevye)
What words of wisdom can I give them?
How can I help to ease their way?

(Tevye)
Now they must learn from one another,
Day by day.

(Perchik)
They look so natural together.

(Hodel)
Just like two newlyweds should be.

(Perchik & Hodel)
Is there a canopy in store for me?

(All)
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days.
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers,
Blossoming even as we gaze.

Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years,
One season following another,
Laden with happiness and tears.


(Oy veh!)
Alan

Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: The Shambles
Date: 07 Jul 06 - 07:00 PM

My dad knows everything........




Dad - you know nothing.........




As my dad used to say..........

Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: GUEST,Mikeof Northumbria(off base)
Date: 07 Jul 06 - 02:55 PM

Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in.
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your book, put that in,
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
Say that health and wealth have missed me,
Say I'm growing old, but add -
Jenny kissed me.

Wassail!

Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Gillie
Date: 07 Jul 06 - 02:47 PM

WHEN I AM AN OLD WOMAN


I shall wear purple
With an old hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say that we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
And I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's garden's
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirt's and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only eat bread and a pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beer mats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
When suddenly I am old and start to wear purple.
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We have friends to dinner and read the papers.
So people who know me are not to shocked and surprised

Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: frogprince
Date: 07 Jul 06 - 02:29 PM

refresh

Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: The Shambles
Date: 30 Jun 06 - 08:34 PM

And the leaves that are green
Turn to brown

Subject: Lyr Add: IT WAS A VERY GOOD YEAR (Ervin Drake)
From: GUEST
Date: 30 Jun 06 - 04:42 PM

IT WAS A VERY GOOD YEAR
Words and music by Ervin Drake
As recorded by Frank Sinatra on "September of My Years" (1965)

When I was seventeen, it was a very good year.
It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights.
We'd hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen.

When I was twenty-one, it was a very good year.
It was a very good year for city girls who lived up the stair
With all that perfume hair,
And it came undone
When I was twenty-one.

When I was thirty-five, it was a very good year.
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls of independent means.
We'd ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five.

But now the days are short; I'm in the autumn of the year,
And now I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs.
From the brim to the dregs,
It poured sweet and clear.
It was a very good year.

Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: GUEST,Art Thieme
Date: 30 Jun 06 - 04:20 PM

Jon made me think of this from Edgar Lee Masters:

For what is it all but being hatched,
And running about the yard,
To the day of the block?
Save that a man hs an angel's brain.
And sees the ax fom the start!

Art

Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Tootler
Date: 30 Jun 06 - 04:14 PM

Westron wynd, when wilt thou blow
The smalle rain down can rain
Christ yf my love were in my arms
And I yn my bed again

Anon. 15th. Century.

Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Jon Bartlett
Date: 30 Jun 06 - 03:31 PM

What's the life of a man any more than a leaf?
A man has his seasons, so why should we grieve?

- why indeed?

Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: The Shambles
Date: 30 Jun 06 - 06:48 AM

The doctor tells the old man
That his pain is due to age
Nothing to complain about
To be expected at this stage

The old man thinks and then replies
'Both knees are eighty nine
Why has age got that one
When the other one is fine'?

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: dick greenhaus
Date: 29 Jun 06 - 09:16 PM

Quote from Eubie Blake on his 100th birthday, in response to "How do you feel?"

"....I feel like I'm thirty-five years old. With something terribly wrong with me."

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: GUEST,bloke without a cookie
Date: 29 Jun 06 - 08:13 AM

'But I would not be convicted by a jury of my peers..'

'All alone I came into this world
All alone I will someday die
Solid stone is just sand and water, babe
Sand and water, and a million years gone by...'

Nope, can't even write them without things going blurry..

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Keith A of Hertford
Date: 29 Jun 06 - 04:42 AM

Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone and ta'en thy wages;
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: frogprince
Date: 28 Jun 06 - 07:29 PM

Why me Lord
What have I ever done, to deserve even one,
Of the pleasures I've known
      
         Kris Kristofferson

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: GUEST,Janie
Date: 28 Jun 06 - 07:27 PM

"This Is the Day" (public domain, from Psalm 118:24)

This is the day
This is the day
That the Lord has made
That the Lord has made
We will rejoice
We will rejoice
And be glad in it
And be glad in it
This is the day that the Lord has made
We will rejoice and be glad in it
This is the day
This is the day
That the Lord has made.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: GUEST,Janie
Date: 28 Jun 06 - 07:20 PM

ON A DAY LIKE TODAY
(Bob Dyer)

On a day like today, in the heat of this late summer weather,
There's a haze in the trees and the sound of the bees in the clover;
There's a hawk in the sky, there's a shine on the wide river's water,
And I feel deep inside something wanting to stay here forever.

CHORUS: But the seasons keep changing,
And the days just keep running away,
And forever's a gift you're forever giving away.

On a day like today, in the last golden days of October,
There's a chill in the air and a light haze of frost on the clover;
There's a fire in the trees, there's a sound in the breeze like a whisper,
And I feel deep inside something wanting to stay here forever.

On a day like today, in the heart of a long, bitter winter,
With the light from the moon making stars on the snow in the clover,
I sit down by the fire in the heat of its slow, dying embers,
And I feel deep inside something wanting to stay here forever.

It's a morning in spring, and the dew on the jewel weed still glistens,
And I almost can hear new life being born as I listen;
I walk down by the spring and I drink from its clear flowing water,
And I feel deep inside something wanting to stay here forever.

Subject: Lyr Add: TODAY (Jefferson Airplane)
From: Elmer Fudd
Date: 28 Jun 06 - 05:17 PM

Today I feel like pleasing you more than before
Today I know what I want to do but I don't know what for
To be living for you is all I want to do
To be loving you it'll all be there when my dreams come true

Today you'll make me say that I somehow have changed
Today you'll look into my eyes, I'm just not the same
To be anymore than all I am would be a lie
I'm so full of love I could burst apart and start to cry

Today everything you want, I swear it all will come true
Today I realize how much I'm in love with you
With you standing here I could tell the world what it means to love
To go on from here I can't use words, they don't say enough

Please, please listen to me
It's taken so long to come true
And it's all for you
all for you....

Marty Balin, Jefferson Airplane

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: *Laura*
Date: 28 Jun 06 - 06:51 AM

I like that a lot Shambles.

and Barden - excellent! I love that song :-) It was also my debut session song.

xLx

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: sian, west wales
Date: 28 Jun 06 - 04:58 AM

Evening
by GK Chesterton

Here dies another day
During which I have had eyes, ears, hands,
And the great world round me;
And with tomorrow begins another.
Why am I allowed two?

also by GKC
The Daisy

Colossal leagues of powers
Went to make one daisy
And colossal choirs of angels
Could not give thanks for it.



sian

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: The Barden of England
Date: 28 Jun 06 - 04:50 AM

In June the man inside the man is young
And wants to lend a hand
And grins at each new comer
and 100

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: The Shambles
Date: 28 Jun 06 - 04:41 AM

Being young

Is thinking that others care about your exam results
When you don't care about theirs
Or believing that such things matter
And not being even aware

Of the sacrifices made to enable you
To blossom, flourish and grow
To expect credit for how hard you worked
But give little – or not even know

Of the boredom and insults swallowed
For the chance for you to be free
And the Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus
Lies told by you and me?

Should resentment shock us?
And producing the odd wild card?
In world where were lying is easy
And we find the truth so hard?

Bad things are done out of fear and hate
In the name of the hawk or dove
Time not to add the to these
The things done for love

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: John O'L
Date: 28 Jun 06 - 03:58 AM

Now I've got no more heroes
Looks like the future's a mess
People starving all over the place
Lines on my forehead and down my face
And I didn't want to grow up so fast
I thought my fun would last

Now there's nothing left to shout about
Nothing worth dying for
There's no-one here...

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: The Shambles
Date: 28 Jun 06 - 02:51 AM

The only time that matters, is now.

My feelings, every day are torn,
My thanks, like a badge to be worn.
Don't expect my gratitude
My attitude?
I didn't ask to be born
Horizons, you always will see clear,
Doubts here, you'll never find
Music is always played loud here
We're proud here with nothing to prove

On opinions, I've been force-fed
Your thoughts, spin in my head
Don't feel like I'm on display here
I'll stay here
With my thoughts instead
Here, no feelings of guilt
No walls to tear down
Or windmills to tilt
Music is always played loud here
We're proud hear with nothing to prove

Here, no price to pay
I can stay out
All night and all day
There's no one to stop me from growing
Or going,
My own way
Here, we see who we choose
No favours to win, or to lose
Music is always played loud here
We're proud hear with nothing to prove

The only time that matters, is now
Can't stay young, I don't know how
The future, never concerns the young
For when the future comes
Youth takes it's bow!

Roger Gall 1996.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: GUEST,saulgoldie
Date: 27 Jun 06 - 06:47 PM

"The ones who call the shots won't be among the dead and lame;
And on each end of the rifle we're the same."

Hope I haven't messed up the theme or karma of this thread. Aren't we calling out favorite lines from poems or songs?

"And year after year, their numbers grow fewer;
Some day no will will march there at all."

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: GUEST,Nicholas Waller
Date: 27 Jun 06 - 05:56 PM

Dawn is a feeling
A beautiful ceiling
The smell of grass
Just makes you pass
Into a dream

You're here today
No future fears
This day will last
A thousand years
If you want it to

From "Dawn is a Feeling"
Days of Future Passed, The Moody Blues.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Metchosin
Date: 27 Jun 06 - 05:06 PM

well there you go....memories of nights in white satin are mine alone.....I feel soooo old. BG

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Liz the Squeak
Date: 27 Jun 06 - 03:51 PM

Can't say as I've ever heard the Moodies song.... I'm more a Led Zeppelin/Hawkwind sort of gal....

LTS

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Peter T.
Date: 27 Jun 06 - 03:29 PM

Sorry,

Time can but make it easier to be wise.....

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Peter T.
Date: 27 Jun 06 - 03:27 PM

One that is ever kind said, yesterday,
Your well-beloved's hair has threads of gray,
And little shadows come about her eyes --
Time came but make it easier to be wise,
Though now it seem impossible, and so
All that you need is patience.
Heart cries: No. I have not a crumb of comfort, not a grain.
Time can but make her beauty over again,
Because of that great nobleness of hers --
That fire that stirs when she stirs burns but the more clearly.
Oh, she had not these ways,
When all the wild summer was in her gaze!

Heart O heart, if she'd but turn her head
You'd know the folly of being comforted.

--Yeats again.

One of the few poems with two perfect endings!

yours,

Peter T.

Subject: Lyr Add: GOOD OL' DAYS (Ziggy Marley)
From: GUEST,number 6
Date: 27 Jun 06 - 03:16 PM

I agree with you laura .... in fact I have been waiting for a post like yours to arrive in this thread. I cherish the present, I am optimistic for what the future presents me (or if we are travelling in reverse), but there have been special times in tha past I remember with much fondness and give much thanks for.

but all in all, these lyrics now come to mind ..

irie days come on play
let the angels fly let the devils die
got to do what you can with the time at hand
Ali boom mah yeah Ali boom mah yeah
don't worry your mind its just the test of time
in five years these be the good old days

no one knows what the future holds for everything has a season
its not a time for war its a time for peace
tomorrow knows tomorrow woes
I remember when grandpa use to say grandson these be the good old days

these be the good old days

now comes the moon with its starry lights
and so begins the night life
the tribal dance puts me in a trance
as she pulls me in with her magic swing
I asked of her what do we celebrate
she said to me these be the good old days

these be the good old days

leh leh leh leh leh leh leh leh

there is no future there is only now
let's cherish these moments that we now know

these be the good old days

... by David Marley

sIx

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Metchosin
Date: 27 Jun 06 - 03:06 PM

Perhaps LTS, you once had an overdose of the Moody Blues' Days of Future Passed.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: *Laura*
Date: 27 Jun 06 - 02:27 PM

nostalgic*

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: *Laura*
Date: 27 Jun 06 - 02:27 PM

well this is all very nostalgig - but I think people always think the grass is greener on some side other than the one they're on!
The young want to be old, the old want to be young - there must be a point where people are happy where they are?

Personally, having just done my last a-level exam TODAY I think it is RIGHT HERE. At that nice spot between exams and results... haha

but maybe I'm a little spaced-out still - I've been concentrating very hard and don't quite know what I'm saying...

xLx

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Liz the Squeak
Date: 27 Jun 06 - 02:17 PM

Makes sense to me... like walking backwards, you've seen what's behind you, you can watch it vanish into the haze... it's what's coming up that you can't see.

Maybe I'm just another warped thing the '60s tossed up.... but without the stilettos.

LTS

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Desert Dancer
Date: 27 Jun 06 - 01:31 PM

And now, with apologies, a break for this on-topic but non-poetical message:

"Most of us describe the future as ahead or in front of us, and the past as behind us. Until the view of the Aymara speakers [an Indian language of the high Andes] was deconstructed, no significant exceptions to this way of thinking about time had been demonstrated, according to Rafael E. Núñez, a cognitive scientist at the University of California, San Diego, and Eve Sweetser, a linguist at the University of California, Berkeley, who wrote the report in Cognitive Science.

But the Aymara call the future qhipa pacha/timpu, meaning back or behind time, and the past nayra pacha/timpu, meaning front time. And they gesture ahead of them when remembering things past, and backward when talking about the future.

These are not mere mannerisms, the researchers argue; they are windows into the minds of Aymara speakers, who have a conception of future and past that is different from just about everyone else's.

The authors say the Aymara speakers see the difference between what is known and not known as paramount, and what is known is what you see in front of you, with your own eyes.

The past is known, so it lies ahead of you. (Nayra, or "past," literally means eye and sight, as well as front.) The future is unknown, so it lies behind you, where you can't see.

If they are right, this is bigger than anything the 60's tossed up."

NY Times, today.

(Probably an ephemeral link -- more apologies.)

~ Becky in Tucson

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: number 6
Date: 27 Jun 06 - 11:55 AM

"There once was a town where I grew to be man
and when I grew, I grew as tall as I could stand
and the hummingbirds did buzz

and the yard went on forever"

...... Jimmy Webb

sIx

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: The Shambles
Date: 27 Jun 06 - 02:52 AM

Young love            
A desperate duet to be sung
Those eyes, burn like fire, shine like the sun
The beam shines only on what it desires
Leaving dark the forgotten ones

Old love               
Forgets the words but not the tune
Light travelled to, and reflected from the moon
The warm glow falls everywhere
On all, who need to be loved

Subject: Lyr Add: MY FATHER (Judy Collins)
From: GUEST,Lanfranc - cookieless again!
Date: 26 Jun 06 - 07:53 PM

MY FATHER
Judy Collins
As recorded by Judy Collins on "Who Knows Where the Time Goes" (1968)

My father always promised us that we would live in France.
We'd go boating on the Seine and I would learn to dance.
We lived in Ohio then; he worked in the mines.
On his dreams like boats we knew we'd sail in time.

All my sisters soon were gone to Denver and Cheyenne,
Marrying their grown-up dreams, the lilacs and the man.
I stayed behind, the youngest still, only danced alone.
The colors of my father's dreams faded without a sound.

And I live in Paris now; my children dance and dream,
Hearing the ways of a miner's life in words they've never seen.
I sail my memories of home like boats across the Seine.
And watch the Paris sun set in my father's eyes again.


Alan

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: GUEST,Nicholas Waller
Date: 26 Jun 06 - 07:11 PM

Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places I used to play

---Leonard Cohen, Tower of Song

Subject: Lyr Add: SCARECROW SONG (Lindisfarne)
From: GUEST,Nicholas Waller
Date: 26 Jun 06 - 07:08 PM

SCARECROW SONG
Words and music by Alan Hull
As recorded by Lindisfarne on "Nicely Out of Tune" (1970)

The songs you sing are meaningless.
The words you say are wrong.
Your Saturday nights they are sober,
And your Sundays are too long.

Chorus:
Your lucky days are over.
Your lucky days are gone.

You've cast away your coloured coat.
The illusions seemed too strong,
And now in the wintery season
You can hear the Scarecrow Song.

Chorus

The bells have all stopped their ringing.
The music sounded wrong,
And now the only song worth the singing
Is the sad old Scarecrow Song.

Chorus

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Pistachio
Date: 26 Jun 06 - 06:06 PM

Georgiansilver - I'll have to get my first LP on the turntable now! Thanks.
This thread makes a wonderful read and is a trip down memory lane.



--- The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind
--- The answer is blowin in the wind.


H.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Lanfranc
Date: 26 Jun 06 - 05:06 PM

Young and Old
from The Water Babies by Charles Kingsley

When all the world is young, lad,
And all the trees are green;
And every goose a swan, lad,
And every lass a queen;
Then hey for boot and horse, lad,
And round the world away;
Young blood must have its course, lad,
And every dog his day.

When all the world is old, lad,
And all the trees are brown;
And all the sport is stale, lad,
And all the wheels run down:
Creep home and take your place there,
The spent and maimed among:
God grant you find one face there,
You loved when all was young.

Alan