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

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: GUEST,heric
Date: 26 Jun 06 - 03:08 PM

The sun is beginning to shine on me
But it's not like the sun that used to be
The party's over, and there's less and less to say
I've got blue eyes
Everything looks far away

Well, my heart's in the Highlands at the break of day
Over the hills and far away
There's a way to get there, and I'll figure it out somehow
But I'm already there in my mind
And that's good enough for now

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: GUEST,ClaireBear
Date: 26 Jun 06 - 03:03 PM

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

W.B. Yeats

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Rapparee
Date: 26 Jun 06 - 02:54 PM

...But at my back I alwaies hear        
Times winged Charriot hurrying near:        
And yonder all before us lye        
Desarts of vast Eternity.        
Thy Beauty shall no more be found;        
Nor, in thy marble Vault, shall sound        
My ecchoing Song: then Worms shall try        
That long preserv'd Virginity:        
And your quaint Honour turn to dust;        
And into ashes all my Lust.        
The Grave's a fine and private place,        
But none I think do there embrace.        
Now therefore, while the youthful hew        
Sits on thy skin like morning dew        
And while thy willing Soul transpires        
At every pore with instant Fires,        
Now let us sport us while we may;        
And now, like am'rous birds of prey,        
Rather at once our Time devour,        
Than languish in his slow-chapt pow'r.        
Let us roll all our Strength, and all        
Our sweetness, up into one Ball:        
And tear our Pleasures with rough strife,        
Thorough the Iron gates of Life.        
Thus, though we cannot make our Sun        
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: GUEST, heric
Date: 26 Jun 06 - 01:56 PM

What is this weight in my mind
And what is this new sense of time
It's the open fields and the friends that are gone
And I've been in the lowlands much too long

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: The Shambles
Date: 26 Jun 06 - 01:19 PM

I can't change time
   Only change the clock
Time changes me
   And wears down rock.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: GUEST,Lanfranc sans cookie
Date: 26 Jun 06 - 11:00 AM

With rue my heart is laden        
For golden friends I had,        
For many a rose-lipt maiden        
And many a lightfoot lad.        

By brooks too broad for leaping
The lightfoot boys are laid;        
The rose-lipt girls are sleeping        
In fields where roses fade

A E Houseman

Alan

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: The Shambles
Date: 26 Jun 06 - 03:25 AM

The moon rose low in the sky,
Like a young eagle first trying to fly.
Before he climbs and is soaring way on high.

I don't like the rules to this game,
It's filling up my heart with pain.
Why can't things stay the same?

Don't cry, there's no surprise,
The sun has rose and set in your eyes.
Welcoming eyes now filled with tears of goodbye.

There are things I still wanted to share,
Life's empty, now you're not there.
Don't think I didn't care.

It's OK, it's just the way,
All living things fade and decay.
Sun follows moon, night follows day.

There are so many things left unsaid,
They echo around in my head.
I can speak them, now you are dead.

The moon rose low in the sky,
Like a young eagle first trying to fly.
Before he climbs and is soaring way on high.

Roger Gall 1995.

Subject: Lyr Add: MACDONNELL ON THE HEIGHTS (Stan Rogers)
From: Rapparee
Date: 25 Jun 06 - 10:03 PM

MACDONNELL ON THE HEIGHTS
by Stan Rogers
As recorded by Stan Rogers on "From Fresh Water" (1984)

Too thin the line that charged the Heights and scrambled in the clay.
Too thin the Eastern Township Scot who showed them all the way,
And perhaps had you not fallen, you might be what Brock became
But not one in ten thousand knows your name.

To say the name, MacDonnell, it would bring no bugle call
But the Redcoats stayed beside you when they saw the General fall.
Twas MacDonnell raised the banner then and set the Heights aflame,
But not one in ten thousand knows your name.

You brought the field all standing with your courage and your luck
But unknown to most, you're lying there beside old General Brock.
So you know what it is to scale the Heights and fall just short of fame
And have not one in ten thousand know your name.

At Queenston now, the General on his tower stands alone
And there's lichen on 'MacDonnell' carved upon that weathered stone
In a corner of the monument to glory you could claim,
But not one in ten thousand knows your name.

You brought the field all standing with your courage and your luck
But unknown to most, you're lying there beside old General Brock.
So you know what it is to scale the Heights and fall just short of fame
And have not one in ten thousand know your name

Subject: Lyr Add: NORTHWEST PASSAGE (Stan Rogers)
From: Rapparee
Date: 25 Jun 06 - 08:52 PM

NORTHWEST PASSAGE
by Stan Rogers
As recorded by Stan Rogers on "Northwest Passage" (1981)

Chorus:

    Ah, for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage
    To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea;
    Tracing one warm line through a land so wide and savage
    And make a Northwest Passage to the sea.

Westward from the Davis Strait 'tis there 'twas said to lie
The sea route to the Orient for which so many died;
Seeking gold and glory, leaving weathered, broken bones
And a long-forgotten lonely cairn of stones.

Three centuries thereafter, I take passage overland
In the footsteps of brave Kelso, where his "sea of flowers" began
Watching cities rise before me, then behind me sink again
This tardiest explorer, driving hard across the plain.

And through the night, behind the wheel, the mileage clicking west,
I think upon Mackenzie, David Thompson and the rest
Who cracked the mountain ramparts and did show a path for me
To race the roaring Fraser to the sea.

How then am I so different from the first men through this way?
Like them, I left a settled life; I threw it all away
To seek a Northwest Passage at the call of many men
To find there but the road back home again.

Unpublished additional verse:

And if should be I come again to loved ones left at home,
Put the journals on the mantle, shake the frost out of my bones,
Making memories of the passage, only memories after all,
And hardships there the hardest to recall.

Subject: Lyr Add: SONG FOR A WINTER'S NIGHT (G Lightfoot)
From: sian, west wales
Date: 25 Jun 06 - 06:30 PM

SONG FOR A WINTER'S NIGHT
As recorded by Gordon Lightfoot on "The Way I Feel" (1967)

The lamp is burning low upon my tabletop.
The snow is softly falling.
The air is still in the silence of my room.
I hear your voice softly calling.
If I could only have you near,
To breathe a sigh or two,
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love,
On this winter night with you.

The smoke is rising in the shadows overhead.
My glass is almost empty.
I read again between the lines upon the page
The words of love you send me.
If I could know within my heart,
That you were lonely too,
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love,
On this winter night with you.

The fire is dying now; my lamp is growing dim.
The shades of night are lifting.
The morning light steals across my windowpane,
Where webs of snow are drifting.
If I could only have you near,
To breathe a sigh or two,
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love,
And to be once again with you,
To be once again with you.

—Gordon Lightfoot
©1967 M Witmark & Sons (ASCAP)

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Rapparee
Date: 25 Jun 06 - 05:37 PM

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,        
As I foretold you, were all spirits and        
Are melted into air, into thin air:        
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,        
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,        
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,        
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve        
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,        
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff        
As dreams are made on, and our little life        
Is rounded with a sleep.

Subject: Lyr Add: TIME IN A BOTTLE (Jim Croce)
From: frogprince
Date: 25 Jun 06 - 04:59 PM

TIME IN A BOTTLE
As recorded by Jim Croce on "You Don't Mess Around with Jim" (1972)

If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
Till eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then,
Again, I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with

If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: GUEST,Desdemona
Date: 25 Jun 06 - 04:12 PM

"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more; it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: GUEST,Dani
Date: 25 Jun 06 - 03:42 PM

Long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be

    - Pink Floyd's "Breathe"

Dani

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Metchosin
Date: 25 Jun 06 - 03:18 PM

Stone and sand and sea and sky
Rest my heart and please my eye
I will go and not ask why
Stone and sand and sea and sky.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: jaze
Date: 25 Jun 06 - 03:02 PM

Rain and wood and fire and stone
magic all across the land
seasons come and time will go
right through your hands
like wind and sand

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Leadfingers
Date: 25 Jun 06 - 02:15 PM

I once had a girl , or should I say , she once had me !

Subject: Lyr Add: DON'T STOP TO REST (Steve Romanoff)
From: GUEST,Rapaire, sans cookie (or biscuit)
Date: 25 Jun 06 - 02:06 PM

DON'T STOP TO REST (Song for Phil Ochs)
Steve Romanoff
As recorded by Schooner Fare on "Closer to the Wind" (1982)

Relax, relax in photographs of places where you've been,
Where nothing new can worry you, you've earned a rest, my friend,
The riot tears and rebel years have vanished with the din,
Of young bureaucrats and slapping backs and prizes they can win,

You've seen them all at city hall, you've seen them in the street,
You've seen them masquerading where the better people meet,
Convinced at last those days are past when they should give a damn
About the anguish in the world, about the future in their hands.

        You've heard the promise of the evil men
        Don't stop to rest or we'll come back again,
        If you remember then you ought to know,
        Don't stop to rest 'cause we've got far to go.

Come all you young-eyed citizens, a story I will tell,
Of how a Great Society was going all to hell,
But children who resembled you were brought up on a war,
Had had their fill of overkill and said they'd fight no more,

It cost them miles of marching and it cost them years of pain,
Before their fathers realized their kids were not insane,
But now we're all executives too busy to recall
The days of righting what was wrong, the words of writing on the wall.

        Chorus

Now don't misunderstand me 'cause I mean just what I say,
Old pledges made in passion still should mean something today,
You've done your bit, don't go and sit behind your groaning board,
And let the scrivener set down, you've given all you could afford.

        Chorus

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: The Shambles
Date: 25 Jun 06 - 01:57 PM

Nice one Alice.

You're sure to lose your soul
You're a square peg in a round
Well I know, how hard you tried
But you're just swimming against the tide

That mirror image, is it true?
Is that reflection really you

Roger Gall 1999

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Alice
Date: 25 Jun 06 - 12:45 PM

Whose is this face reflecting back,
Whose is this voice with aging crack,
The name I grasp at in my brain,
What was that person's name again?
My little son now grown a man,
His life his own, his road, his plan,
Old friends long gone, and stillness reigns,
Past are the nights of sweet refrains.
~Alice Flynn

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: harpmolly
Date: 25 Jun 06 - 11:55 AM

What though the radiance which was once so bright
          Be now for ever taken from my sight,
             Though nothing can bring back the hour
          Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
             We will grieve not, rather find
             Strength in what remains behind;
             In the primal sympathy
             Which having been must ever be;
             In the soothing thoughts that spring
             Out of human suffering;
             In the faith that looks through death,
          In years that bring the philosophic mind.

          And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves,
          Forebode not any severing of our loves!
          Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might;
          I only have relinquished one delight
          To live beneath your more habitual sway.
          I love the Brooks which down their channels fret,
          Even more than when I tripped lightly as they;
          The innocent brightness of a new-born Day
                      Is lovely yet;
          The Clouds that gather round the setting sun
          Do take a sober colouring from an eye
          That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality;
          Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
          Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
          Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
          To me the meanest flower that blows can give
          Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
                         --Sweet Billy Wordsworth

:)

Molly

(always gets me choked up...)

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: GUEST,heric
Date: 25 Jun 06 - 11:47 AM

What's wrong with this picture?
It's only hanging on the wall
Why don't we take it down
Cause that ain't me at all
I'm only living in the present time
I've left all that jive behind
Why don't we take it down
And just forget about it all.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Metchosin
Date: 25 Jun 06 - 11:37 AM

Snuffy, so's the Your Must Leave Now thread, all 2,822 posts to date with barely a repetition.

Ah we're lonely, we're romantic
And the cider's laced with acid
And the Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?"
And the moon is swimming naked
And the summer night is fragrant
With a mighty expectation of relief
So we struggle and we stagger
Down the snakes and up the ladder
To the tower where the blessed hours chime
And I swear it happened just like this:
A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
The Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
but CLOSING TIME

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Snuffy
Date: 25 Jun 06 - 08:13 AM

Why is this "BS"? Every post is music, to my ears at least

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: John O'L
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 11:41 PM

Through Death and Trouble, turn about,
Through hopeless desolation,
Through flood and fever, fire and drought,
And slavery and starvation;
Through childbirth, sickness, hurt, and blight,
And nervousness an' scarin',
Through bein' left alone at night,
I've got to be past carin'.

- Henry Lawson

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: number 6
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 11:22 PM

Good one jaze!!

thanks,
sIx

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: jaze
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 11:00 PM

Don't tell me of love everlasting and other sad dreams
I don't want to hear
just tell me of passionate strangers
who rescue each other from a lifetime of cares
becasue if love means forever,
expecting nothing returned
then I hope I'll be given another whole lifetime to learn.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Alice
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 10:57 PM

And to amuse my fancy, I lay upon the ground,
Where all my school companions, in crowds assembled 'round.
Some have grown to manhood, while more their graves did fill,
Oh I thought we were all young again, at the Cross of Spancilhill.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: number 6
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 10:42 PM

The face that launched a thousand ships
Is sinking fast, that happens you know,
The water gets below.
Seems not very long ago
Lovelier she was than any that I know.

part of "Ripples" by Rutherford/Banks

sIx

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Bill D
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 10:29 PM

"Time's a thing that keeps on goin';
Like the water o'er a dam.
Never stoppin' always goin';
Changin' what I was to what I am."

part of a song by Dwayne Thorpe

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: jaze
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 10:22 PM

Lately word's been coming back to me
there's a few I will no longer see
their faces will be seen no more along the road
there'll be a few less hands to hold
but for the ones who's journeys ended
tho they started so much the same
In the hearts of those befriended
burns a candle with a siver flame
Remember old friends we've made along the way
the gifts they've given stay with us every day
"
"Old Friends" Mary McCaslin

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Bill D
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 10:19 PM

"I burn my candle at both ends;
It will not last the night.
But ah, my friends and oh, my foes-
It makes a lovely light!"

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: GUEST,Art Thieme
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 10:15 PM

I have had my fun, if I never get well no more,
I have had my fun, if I never get well no more,
My body is agin' and I'm goin' down slow!

(Howlin' Wolf aka Cheter Burnett)

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: GUEST,Art Thieme
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 10:11 PM

The more things change, the more they get different.

If it wasn't for time, we'd have to do everything all at once.

(both mine)

Subject: Lyr Add: LONG LONESOME ROAD (Ian & Sylvia)
From: Alice
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 09:59 PM

LONG LONESOME ROAD
As recorded by Ian & Sylvia on "Four Strong Winds" (1963)

Look up and down that long lonesome road.
Hang down your head and cry, my Lord.
Hang down your head and cry.

I wish to the Lord I'd never been born,
Died when I was a baby, my Lord,
Died when I was a baby.

I wouldn't be eatin' this cold cornbread,
Soppin' this salty gravy, my Lord,
Soppin' this salty gravy.

I wish I had some fine young man
To tell all my troubles to, my Lord,
Tell all my troubles to.

'Cause this young feller that I'm goin' with
Tells everything I do, my Lord,
Tells everything I do.

Look up and down that long lonesome road.
Hang down your head and cry, my Lord,
Hang down your head and cry.

Look up and down that long lonesome road,
Where all our friends have gone, my Lord,
And you and I must go.

Subject: Lyr Add: MANY A MILE (Patrick Sky)
From: catspaw49
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 09:55 PM

MANY A MILE
As recorded by Patrick Sky on "Patrick Sky" (1965)

I've damn near walked this world around
Another city, another town
Another friend to say goodbye
Another girl to sit and cry
And it's many a mile I've spent on this road
It's many a mile I have gone

Well there was one, who knew me best
You know she gave my poor heart rest
She was my world, my heart, my dear
And now she's gone to God know where
And it's many a mile I've spent on this road
It's many a mile I have gone

I've seen your towns; they're all the same
The only difference is in a name
The only home I ever knowed
Was a suitcase and the open road
And it's many a mile I've spent on this road
It's many a mile I have gone

So I'll fill my glasses up to the brim
And thru my glass, my world looks dim
But I know outside there's light somewhere
Maybe my rambling will get me there
And it's many a mile I've spent on this road
It's many a mile I've gone
It's many a mile I've spent on this road
And it's many a mile I will go.


copyright Patrick Sky


Spaw

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Alice
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 09:47 PM

Is that all there is?
Is that all there is....
If that's all there is my friends,
Then lets go dancing...
Let's break out the booze,
and have a ball.
If that's all
there is.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: number 6
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 09:38 PM

Thanks all for the posts ... wow, very moving.

Here's one more...

Beautiful girls, walk a little slower when you walk by me
Lingering sunsets, stay a little longer with the lonely sea
Children everywhere, when you shoot at bad men, shoot at me
Take me to that strange, enchanted land grown-ups seldom understand

Wandering rainbows, leave a bit of color for my heart to own
Stars in the sky, make my wish come true before the night has flown
And let the music play as long as there's a song to sing
Then I will stay younger than Spring

G. Jenkins "This is all I Ask"

sIx

Subject: Lyr Add: SEPTEMBER SONG (Anderson, Weill)
From: Lanfranc
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 09:31 PM

SEPTEMBER SONG
(Anderson, Weill)

When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me a waiting game.
If a maid refused me with tossing curls
I'd let the old earth take a couple of twirls
And I'd ply her with tears in lieu of pearls
And as time came around, she came my way
As time came around, she came

But it's a long, long while from May to December
And the days grow short when you reach September.
The autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
And I havent got the time for the waiting game.

Oh, the days dwindle down to precious few;
September, November.
And these few precious days I'll spend with you.
These precious days I'll spend with you.

September Song. Words & Music by Maxwell Anderson & Kurt Weill

Alan

Sinatra recording (lyrics are a bit different): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wte1uk4A5eU

Willie Nelson: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S9nSgMwtkK0

Ella Fitzgerald: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LGKd6m4Pksg

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Ebbie
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 08:42 PM

And when you rest in Autumn's radiance
Like the last few lingering leaves
You hear a whispering distant voice
Carried softly on the breeze
You turn your ear away, you hold on tight and yet you know
Like the last leaf on the Autumn branch
Comes a time you must let go

Kathy Martin Fanning
Changin' of the Seasons

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Rapparee
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 08:35 PM

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: jaze
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 08:32 PM

And the seasons they go round and round
and the painted ponies go up and down
we're captive on the carousel of time
we can't return we can only look behind
and go round and round and round
in the circle game

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: The Shambles
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 05:37 PM

For The Times, They Are A Changing.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: fat B****rd
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 03:56 PM

"Old oaks stand tall, Annie
See the world grow small, Annie
But when they fall, Annie
Where will we be ?"

Subject: Lyr Add: IT'S A CRAZY WORLD (Mac McAnally)
From: John Hardly
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 01:10 PM

IT'S A CRAZY WORLD
As recorded by Mac McAnally on "Mac McAnally" (1977)

Younger men don't seem to need a purpose.
They just stand and fight for anybody's cause;
And older men see living as a circus.
The ones who stand up for the longest need applause
from the young ones who proclaim to have the answers
To the questions no one ever asked before;
And they cheer and have parades, but when it's over,
They don't claim to know the answers anymore.

And it's a crazy world, but I live here,
And if you can hear me singing, so do you;
And I'm turning out my night light feeling satisfied
That there's nothing any one of us can do.
Naw, there's nothing any one of us can do.

Babies cry all day sometimes for nothing,
And I have cried all day for not much more.
It ain't easy when you hate the things you're loving
And you wonder what or maybe who you're loving for.
Girls seem to think that they're the chosen ones,
Women choose to let well enough alone.
It's their business till you stick your nose in one's,
And then you've got yourself some problems of your own.

And it's a crazy world, but I live here,
And if you can hear me singing, so do you;
And I'm turning out my night light feeling satisfied
That there's nothing any one of us can do.
Naw, there's nothing any one of us can do.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Georgiansilver
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 12:56 PM

This is one highly cultured thread...such a pleasure to read.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Uncle_DaveO
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 12:52 PM

And the last two verses of Utah Phillips's wonderful All Used Up:

Outside of my window the world passes by
It gives me a handout and spits in my eye
And no one can tell me 'cause no one knows why
I'm livin', but I'm all used up.
Sometimes in my dreams I sit by a tree
My life is a book of how things used to be
And kids gather 'round and they listen to me
And they don't think I'm all used up.

And there's songs and there's laughter and things I can do
And all that I've learned I can give back to you
I'd give my last breath just to make it come true
No, I'm not all used up.
They use up the oil and they use up the trees
They use up the air and they use up the sea
Well, how about you, friend, and how about me?
What's left when we're all used up?

Just typing that in, I've got tears in my eyes.

Dave Oesterreich

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: GUEST,heric
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 12:48 PM

Only a dream
And it's fading now
Fading away
Only a dream
Just a memory without anywhere to stay

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Uncle_DaveO
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 12:43 PM

Since of my threescore years and ten
Fifty will not come again,
Among the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.

Dave Oesterreich

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Don Firth
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 12:39 PM

Man on his 75th birthday:   "What the hell happened!!???"

Don Firth