22 Jun 06 - 11:19 PM (#1767155) Subject: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: number 6 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 |
22 Jun 06 - 11:25 PM (#1767160) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Rapparee ...Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that. |
22 Jun 06 - 11:30 PM (#1767165) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: bobad Ah but I was so much older then I'm younger than that now |
23 Jun 06 - 01:23 AM (#1767227) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: John O'L 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 |
23 Jun 06 - 01:43 AM (#1767230) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Metchosin And the things you can't remember Tell the things you can't forget That history puts a saint in every dream |
23 Jun 06 - 02:51 AM (#1767243) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Georgiansilver A man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest. |
23 Jun 06 - 05:55 AM (#1767306) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: The Shambles 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 |
23 Jun 06 - 06:09 PM (#1767705) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: McGrath of Harlow But I'm sick now, my days are over... |
23 Jun 06 - 06:22 PM (#1767714) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: catspaw49 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 |
23 Jun 06 - 06:22 PM (#1767715) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Rapparee 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. |
23 Jun 06 - 06:32 PM (#1767720) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Bill D I grow old, I grow old I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled- Do I dare to eat a peach" |
23 Jun 06 - 06:38 PM (#1767723) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: catspaw49 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 |
23 Jun 06 - 10:10 PM (#1767799) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Janie 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 |
23 Jun 06 - 10:13 PM (#1767800) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Janie (Bill D. J. Alfred has my vote for one of the top 5 poems ever written) |
23 Jun 06 - 10:27 PM (#1767806) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: frogprince For every thing, turn, turn, turn, There is a season, turn, turn, turn, And a time for every purpose, under heaven. |
23 Jun 06 - 10:34 PM (#1767810) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Rapparee 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.... |
23 Jun 06 - 10:49 PM (#1767822) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Alba Well somethings lost, but somethings gained In living every day. |
23 Jun 06 - 10:58 PM (#1767831) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: frogprince 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. |
24 Jun 06 - 12:37 AM (#1767855) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: John O'L 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? |
24 Jun 06 - 02:31 AM (#1767873) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: The Shambles 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 |
24 Jun 06 - 03:02 AM (#1767883) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Elmer Fudd 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? |
24 Jun 06 - 03:52 AM (#1767899) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Georgiansilver 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. |
24 Jun 06 - 08:46 AM (#1768008) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Morticia Autumn leaves, that jewel the ground They know the art of dying And leave with joy their sad gold hearts In silver shadows lying |
24 Jun 06 - 08:57 AM (#1768016) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: DMcG But its nearly over now, And now I'm easy. |
24 Jun 06 - 09:43 AM (#1768027) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Bill D 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. |
24 Jun 06 - 12:15 PM (#1768085) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: GUEST,hedd wyn its the crossroads of time the crossroads of time graham bond |
24 Jun 06 - 12:26 PM (#1768090) Subject: Lyr Add: WE NEVER RODE THE JUDITHS (Wallace McRae) From: Rapparee 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 |
24 Jun 06 - 12:39 PM (#1768105) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Don Firth Man on his 75th birthday: "What the hell happened!!???" Don Firth |
24 Jun 06 - 12:43 PM (#1768108) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Uncle_DaveO 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 |
24 Jun 06 - 12:48 PM (#1768109) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: GUEST,heric Only a dream And it's fading now Fading away Only a dream Just a memory without anywhere to stay |
24 Jun 06 - 12:52 PM (#1768115) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Uncle_DaveO 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 |
24 Jun 06 - 12:56 PM (#1768119) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Georgiansilver This is one highly cultured thread...such a pleasure to read. |
24 Jun 06 - 01:10 PM (#1768128) Subject: Lyr Add: IT'S A CRAZY WORLD (Mac McAnally) From: John Hardly IT'S A CRAZY WORLD As recorded by Mac McAnally on "Mac McAnally" (1977)
Younger men don't seem to need a purpose. |
24 Jun 06 - 03:56 PM (#1768226) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: fat B****rd "Old oaks stand tall, Annie See the world grow small, Annie But when they fall, Annie Where will we be ?" |
24 Jun 06 - 05:37 PM (#1768272) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: The Shambles For The Times, They Are A Changing. |
24 Jun 06 - 08:32 PM (#1768384) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: jaze 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 |
24 Jun 06 - 08:35 PM (#1768388) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Rapparee 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. |
24 Jun 06 - 08:42 PM (#1768392) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Ebbie 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 |
24 Jun 06 - 09:31 PM (#1768422) Subject: Lyr Add: SEPTEMBER SONG (Anderson, Weill) From: Lanfranc 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 |
24 Jun 06 - 09:38 PM (#1768427) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: number 6 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 |
24 Jun 06 - 09:47 PM (#1768432) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Alice 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. |
24 Jun 06 - 09:55 PM (#1768434) Subject: Lyr Add: MANY A MILE (Patrick Sky) From: catspaw49 MANY A MILE As recorded by Patrick Sky on "Patrick Sky" (1965)
I've damn near walked this world around |
24 Jun 06 - 09:59 PM (#1768436) Subject: Lyr Add: LONG LONESOME ROAD (Ian & Sylvia) From: Alice LONG LONESOME ROAD As recorded by Ian & Sylvia on "Four Strong Winds" (1963)
Look up and down that long lonesome road.
I wish to the Lord I'd never been born,
I wouldn't be eatin' this cold cornbread,
I wish I had some fine young man
'Cause this young feller that I'm goin' with
Look up and down that long lonesome road.
Look up and down that long lonesome road, |
24 Jun 06 - 10:11 PM (#1768443) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: GUEST,Art Thieme 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) |
24 Jun 06 - 10:15 PM (#1768445) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: GUEST,Art Thieme 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) |
24 Jun 06 - 10:19 PM (#1768447) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Bill D "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!" |
24 Jun 06 - 10:22 PM (#1768448) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: jaze 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 |
24 Jun 06 - 10:29 PM (#1768451) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Bill D "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 |
24 Jun 06 - 10:42 PM (#1768455) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: number 6 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 |
24 Jun 06 - 10:57 PM (#1768461) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Alice 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. |
24 Jun 06 - 11:00 PM (#1768463) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: jaze 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. |
24 Jun 06 - 11:22 PM (#1768476) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: number 6 Good one jaze!! thanks, sIx |
24 Jun 06 - 11:41 PM (#1768480) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: John O'L 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 |
25 Jun 06 - 08:13 AM (#1768607) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Snuffy Why is this "BS"? Every post is music, to my ears at least |
25 Jun 06 - 11:37 AM (#1768697) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Metchosin 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 |
25 Jun 06 - 11:47 AM (#1768698) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: GUEST,heric 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. |
25 Jun 06 - 11:55 AM (#1768709) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: harpmolly 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...) |
25 Jun 06 - 12:45 PM (#1768728) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Alice 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 |
25 Jun 06 - 01:57 PM (#1768782) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: The Shambles 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 |
25 Jun 06 - 02:06 PM (#1768787) Subject: Lyr Add: DON'T STOP TO REST (Steve Romanoff) From: GUEST,Rapaire, sans cookie (or biscuit) 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 |
25 Jun 06 - 02:15 PM (#1768800) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Leadfingers I once had a girl , or should I say , she once had me ! |
25 Jun 06 - 03:02 PM (#1768839) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: jaze 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 |
25 Jun 06 - 03:18 PM (#1768849) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Metchosin 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. |
25 Jun 06 - 03:42 PM (#1768866) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: GUEST,Dani 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 |
25 Jun 06 - 04:12 PM (#1768887) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: GUEST,Desdemona "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." |
25 Jun 06 - 04:59 PM (#1768912) Subject: Lyr Add: TIME IN A BOTTLE (Jim Croce) From: frogprince 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 |
25 Jun 06 - 05:37 PM (#1768934) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Rapparee 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. |
25 Jun 06 - 06:30 PM (#1768966) Subject: Lyr Add: SONG FOR A WINTER'S NIGHT (G Lightfoot) From: sian, west wales 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. |
25 Jun 06 - 08:52 PM (#1769030) Subject: Lyr Add: NORTHWEST PASSAGE (Stan Rogers) From: Rapparee 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. |
25 Jun 06 - 10:03 PM (#1769066) Subject: Lyr Add: MACDONNELL ON THE HEIGHTS (Stan Rogers) From: Rapparee 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 |
26 Jun 06 - 03:25 AM (#1769136) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: The Shambles 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. |
26 Jun 06 - 11:00 AM (#1769348) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: GUEST,Lanfranc sans cookie 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 |
26 Jun 06 - 01:19 PM (#1769460) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: The Shambles I can't change time Only change the clock Time changes me And wears down rock. |
26 Jun 06 - 01:56 PM (#1769489) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: GUEST, heric 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 |
26 Jun 06 - 02:54 PM (#1769515) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Rapparee ...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. |
26 Jun 06 - 03:03 PM (#1769520) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: GUEST,ClaireBear 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 |
26 Jun 06 - 03:08 PM (#1769522) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: GUEST,heric 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 |
26 Jun 06 - 05:06 PM (#1769586) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Lanfranc 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 |
26 Jun 06 - 06:06 PM (#1769621) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Pistachio 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. |
26 Jun 06 - 07:08 PM (#1769657) Subject: Lyr Add: SCARECROW SONG (Lindisfarne) From: GUEST,Nicholas Waller SCARECROW SONG Words and music by Alan Hull As recorded by Lindisfarne on "Nicely Out of Tune" (1970)
The songs you sing are meaningless. |
26 Jun 06 - 07:11 PM (#1769659) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: GUEST,Nicholas Waller Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey I ache in the places I used to play ---Leonard Cohen, Tower of Song |
26 Jun 06 - 07:53 PM (#1769720) Subject: Lyr Add: MY FATHER (Judy Collins) From: GUEST,Lanfranc - cookieless again! 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 |
27 Jun 06 - 02:52 AM (#1769954) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: The Shambles 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 |
27 Jun 06 - 11:55 AM (#1770255) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: number 6 "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 |
27 Jun 06 - 01:31 PM (#1770351) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Desert Dancer 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 |
27 Jun 06 - 02:17 PM (#1770401) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Liz the Squeak 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 |
27 Jun 06 - 02:27 PM (#1770416) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: *Laura* 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 |
27 Jun 06 - 02:27 PM (#1770417) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: *Laura* nostalgic* |
27 Jun 06 - 03:06 PM (#1770445) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Metchosin Perhaps LTS, you once had an overdose of the Moody Blues' Days of Future Passed. |
27 Jun 06 - 03:16 PM (#1770457) Subject: Lyr Add: GOOD OL' DAYS (Ziggy Marley) From: GUEST,number 6 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 |
27 Jun 06 - 03:27 PM (#1770468) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Peter T. 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. |
27 Jun 06 - 03:29 PM (#1770469) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Peter T. Sorry, Time can but make it easier to be wise..... |
27 Jun 06 - 03:51 PM (#1770492) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Liz the Squeak Can't say as I've ever heard the Moodies song.... I'm more a Led Zeppelin/Hawkwind sort of gal.... LTS |
27 Jun 06 - 05:06 PM (#1770540) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Metchosin well there you go....memories of nights in white satin are mine alone.....I feel soooo old. BG |
27 Jun 06 - 05:56 PM (#1770575) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: GUEST,Nicholas Waller 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. |
27 Jun 06 - 06:47 PM (#1770609) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: GUEST,saulgoldie "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." |
28 Jun 06 - 02:51 AM (#1770874) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: The Shambles 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. |
28 Jun 06 - 03:58 AM (#1770911) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: John O'L 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... |
28 Jun 06 - 04:41 AM (#1770931) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: The Shambles 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 |
28 Jun 06 - 04:50 AM (#1770936) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: The Barden of England In June the man inside the man is young And wants to lend a hand And grins at each new comer and 100 |
28 Jun 06 - 04:58 AM (#1770942) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: sian, west wales 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 |
28 Jun 06 - 06:51 AM (#1770988) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: *Laura* I like that a lot Shambles. and Barden - excellent! I love that song :-) It was also my debut session song. xLx |
28 Jun 06 - 05:17 PM (#1771436) Subject: Lyr Add: TODAY (Jefferson Airplane) From: Elmer Fudd 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 |
28 Jun 06 - 07:20 PM (#1771520) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: GUEST,Janie 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. |
28 Jun 06 - 07:27 PM (#1771523) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: GUEST,Janie "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. |
28 Jun 06 - 07:29 PM (#1771525) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: frogprince Why me Lord What have I ever done, to deserve even one, Of the pleasures I've known Kris Kristofferson |
29 Jun 06 - 04:42 AM (#1771803) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Keith A of Hertford 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. |
29 Jun 06 - 08:13 AM (#1771913) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: GUEST,bloke without a cookie '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.. |
29 Jun 06 - 09:16 PM (#1772396) Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was From: dick greenhaus 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." |
30 Jun 06 - 06:48 AM (#1772596) Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was From: The Shambles 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'? |
30 Jun 06 - 03:31 PM (#1772964) Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Jon Bartlett What's the life of a man any more than a leaf? A man has his seasons, so why should we grieve? - why indeed? |
30 Jun 06 - 04:14 PM (#1772981) Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Tootler 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. |
30 Jun 06 - 04:20 PM (#1772987) Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was From: GUEST,Art Thieme 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 |
30 Jun 06 - 04:42 PM (#1772998) Subject: Lyr Add: IT WAS A VERY GOOD YEAR (Ervin Drake) From: GUEST 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. |
30 Jun 06 - 08:34 PM (#1773170) Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was From: The Shambles And the leaves that are green Turn to brown |
07 Jul 06 - 02:29 PM (#1778382) Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was From: frogprince refresh |
07 Jul 06 - 02:47 PM (#1778390) Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Gillie 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 |
07 Jul 06 - 02:55 PM (#1778395) Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was From: GUEST,Mikeof Northumbria(off base) 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! |
07 Jul 06 - 07:00 PM (#1778552) Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was From: The Shambles My dad knows everything........ Dad - you know nothing......... As my dad used to say.......... |
07 Jul 06 - 07:24 PM (#1778569) Subject: Lyr Add: SUNRISE, SUNSET (Harnick/Bock) From: Lanfranc 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 |
07 Jul 06 - 08:13 PM (#1778596) Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Charley Noble 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 |
08 Jul 06 - 07:03 AM (#1778838) Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Keith A of Hertford Nice one Alan. My youngest, Emily, is 24 tomorow. My sons 30, 2 weeks ago. |
12 Jul 06 - 04:33 AM (#1781605) Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was From: The Shambles 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. |
12 Jul 06 - 08:03 PM (#1782182) Subject: Lyr Add: SPRING AND FALL (Gerard Manley Hopkins) From: Stewie 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. |
12 Jul 06 - 09:56 PM (#1782253) Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was From: Charlie Baum 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 |
12 Jul 06 - 11:28 PM (#1782324) Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was From: GUEST,Art Thieme 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 |
13 Jul 06 - 08:20 PM (#1783036) Subject: RE: Time it was, and what a time it was From: John O'L That old time feelin' Falls on its face in the park... J.J.Walker |