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

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