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.

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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: Leadfingers
Date: 25 Jun 06 - 02:15 PM

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

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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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 - 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, 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: 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,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: 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: 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

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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: *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: *Laura*
Date: 27 Jun 06 - 02:27 PM

nostalgic*

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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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 - 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: 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: 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.
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: 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