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

Subject: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: number 6
Date: 22 Jun 06 - 11:19 PM

Time it was and what a time it was it was,
A time of innocence a time of confidences.
Long ago it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories, they're all that's left you

Bookends Theme by Paul Simon

... and what a time it was.

sIx

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Rapparee
Date: 22 Jun 06 - 11:25 PM

...Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat
I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: bobad
Date: 22 Jun 06 - 11:30 PM

Ah but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: John O'L
Date: 23 Jun 06 - 01:23 AM

I wonder if it's too late
Should I go back and try to graduate
Life's better now than it was back then
If I was them I wouldn't let me in

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Metchosin
Date: 23 Jun 06 - 01:43 AM

And the things you can't remember
Tell the things you can't forget
That history puts a saint in every dream

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Georgiansilver
Date: 23 Jun 06 - 02:51 AM

A man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: The Shambles
Date: 23 Jun 06 - 05:55 AM

Youth Is Wasted On The Young by The Shambles

If the truth be told,
Experience is wasted on the old
And youth is wasted on the young

When you have your youth
You have no finer weapon than the truth
And you wield it like a sword
When youth is gone
You need all your strengh just to go on
And the truth now cuts you to the bone

If the truth be told,
Experience is wasted on the old
And youth is wasted on the young

Which one is right
The one certain, keen and ready for the fight?
Or the one, unsure, who knows the price to pay
Who are the fools
The ones who want to change all the rules?
Or the ones, who have changed them once before?

If the truth be told,
Experience is wasted on the old
And youth is wasted on the young

Roger Gall 1997

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: McGrath of Harlow
Date: 23 Jun 06 - 06:09 PM

But I'm sick now, my days are over...

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: catspaw49
Date: 23 Jun 06 - 06:22 PM

It is the evening of the day
I sit and watch the children play
Doin' things I used to do, they think are new
I sit and watch as tears go by

Spaw

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Rapparee
Date: 23 Jun 06 - 06:22 PM

Those were the days, my friends, we thought they'd never end,
We'd sing and dance forever and a day,
We'd lead the life we choose, we'd fight and never lose,
Those were the days, oh yes those were the days.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Bill D
Date: 23 Jun 06 - 06:32 PM

I grow old, I grow old
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled-
Do I dare to eat a peach"

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: catspaw49
Date: 23 Jun 06 - 06:38 PM

Dammit Roger..........No matter how much we have and will continue to disagree, I have always said and stated openly that your poetry is often exquisite and insightful...and many times quite touching. The above is simply beautiful and touches feelings deep within.

Thank you for that post, even if you don't like posts like these that are agreement/praise things that "add nothing to the thread." (;<))

Spaw

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Janie
Date: 23 Jun 06 - 10:10 PM

In a tarpaper shack
Down the road, across the track
Stands an old used up man tryin' to recall somethin' back.
But his old mem'ries fade
Like the city in the haze
And his days have flown together like the rain.

                   Twisted Laurel--Tommy Thompson

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Janie
Date: 23 Jun 06 - 10:13 PM

(Bill D. J. Alfred has my vote for one of the top 5 poems ever written)

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: frogprince
Date: 23 Jun 06 - 10:27 PM

For every thing, turn, turn, turn,
There is a season, turn, turn, turn,
And a time for every purpose, under heaven.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Rapparee
Date: 23 Jun 06 - 10:34 PM

In a dimly lit room by the smouldering fire
Sat an old man so lonely so sad and so tired
Once he struggled for freedom, now he struggles to live
With his few small possessions and his past to relive....

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Alba
Date: 23 Jun 06 - 10:49 PM

Well somethings lost, but somethings gained
In living every day.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: frogprince
Date: 23 Jun 06 - 10:58 PM

Ya know, that old trees just grow stronger/And old rivers grow wilder every day/Old people just grow lonesome/Waiting for someone to say/Hello in there/Hello.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: John O'L
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 12:37 AM

One day I look around and he's pushin' eighty
With brown tobacco stains all down his chin
Well to me he's one of the heroes of this country
So why's he all dressed up like that old man?

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: The Shambles
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 02:31 AM

Autumn Gold

No summer songs, it's getting late,
The shortened days have sealed your fate.
The mists rise,
Cloud your eyes.
You've lost the prize, but wait.....

Autumn gold, the story's in the telling, not yet told.
Autumn gold, the wind blows chill, but not yet cold,
Autumn gold, not young, but not yet old.

A glass half empty, or half to fill?
You're over the worst, or you're over the hill.
The end on the line?
You've had your time.
Past your prime, but still.....

Autumn gold, the story's in the telling, not yet told.
Autumn gold, the wind blows chill, but not yet cold,
Autumn gold, not young, but not yet old.

No magic, no miracle cures,
The leaves fall, but the tree endures.
A few branches gone,
But the heartwood's strong.
Life goes on, 'cos' you're.....

Autumn gold, the story's in the telling, not yet told.
Autumn gold, the wind blows chill, but not yet cold,
Autumn gold, not young, but not yet old.

Roger Gall 1996

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Elmer Fudd
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 03:02 AM

And I am not alone while my love is near me
I know it will be so until it's time to go
So come the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again
I have no fear of time
For who knows how my love grows?
And who knows where the time goes?

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Georgiansilver
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 03:52 AM

When the white eagle of the North is flying overhead,
And the browns, reds and golds of Autumn lie in the gutter dead.
Remember then the Summer birds, with wings of fire flaying,
Come to witness Springs new hope, born of leaves decaying.
As new life will come from death, love will come at leisure,
Love of love, love of life and giving without measure,
Gives in return a wondrous yearn for a promise almost seen.
Live hand in hand and together we'll stand....
On the threshold of a dream.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Morticia
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 08:46 AM

Autumn leaves, that jewel the ground
They know the art of dying
And leave with joy their sad gold hearts
In silver shadows lying

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: DMcG
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 08:57 AM

But its nearly over now,
And now I'm easy.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Bill D
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 09:43 AM

Herons. Sunset.
Withered Aster.
Premonitions of disaster.
Dark clouds racing.
Silent moon - trying not to rise too soon.
Last goose flying.
Leafless tree.
Once more, November has to be.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: GUEST,hedd wyn
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 12:15 PM

its the crossroads of time
the crossroads of time

graham bond

Subject: Lyr Add: WE NEVER RODE THE JUDITHS (Wallace McRae)
From: Rapparee
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 12:26 PM

WE NEVER RODE THE JUDITHS
For Ian Tyson

We never rode the Judiths when we were grey-wolf wild.
Never gathered Powder River, Palo Duro, or John Day.
No, we never rode the Judiths when their sirens preened and smiled.
And we'll never ride the Judiths before they carry us away.

Cowboys cut for sign on back trails to the days that used to be
Sorting, sifting through chilled ashes of the past.
Or focused on some distant star, out near eternity,
Always hoping that the next day will be better than the last.

Out somewhere in the future, where spring grass is growing tall,
We rosin up our hopes for bigger country, better pay.
But as the buckers on our buckles grow smooth-mouthed or trip and fall
We know tomorrow's draw ain't gonna throw no gifts our way.

And we never rode the Judiths when we were grey-wolf bold.
Never rode the Grande Ronde Canyon out north of Enterprise.
No we never rode the Judiths, and we know we're getting old
As old trails grow steeper, longer, right before our eyes.

My horses all are twenty-some. ..ain't no good ones coming on.
The deejays and the Nashville hands won't let "... Amazed" turn gold.
We're inclined to savor evening now. We usta favor dawn.
Seems we're not as scared of dyin' as we are of growing old.

I wish we'd a' rode the Judiths when we were grey-wolf wild.
And gathered Powder River, Palo Duro, and John Day.
But we never rode the Judiths when their sirens' songs beguiled
And we'll never ride the Judiths before they carry us away.

                                                   -Wallace McRae

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

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: 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 - 12:52 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: Georgiansilver
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 12:56 PM

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

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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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 - 10:29 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: 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: 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.