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: *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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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. |
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: 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: 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: 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: The Shambles Date: 07 Jul 06 - 07:00 PM My dad knows everything........ Dad - you know nothing......... As my dad used to say.......... |
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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: John O'L Date: 13 Jul 06 - 08:20 PM That old time feelin' Falls on its face in the park... J.J.Walker |
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