Ah, that woke me up! Cat Stevens, yes, he was my favorite. We were all so young then.......
Child For A Day
I was a child
Who ran full of laughter
I was a child who lived for today
My eyes full of sunshine
My heart full of smiles
I was a child for a day
We were the children
Who sang in the morning
We were the children
Who laughed at the sun
Who listened to those who spoke with their wisdom
We are the ones we would say, but
We're getting older as time goes by
A little older with everyday
We were the children of yesterday
We are the men who worry at nothing
We are the men who fight without aim
We listen to no one, yet speak of our wisdom
We are the pawns in the game
We're getting older as time goes by
A little older with everyday
We were the children of yesterday
I was a child
Who ran full of laughter
I was a child who lived for today
My eyes full of sunshine
My heart full of smiles
I was a child for a day....
And of course...denim jeans with all those patches, my favorite pair....
Oh Very Young
Oh very young
What will you leave us this time
You're only dancing on this earth for a short while
And though your dreams may toss and turn you now
They will vanish away like your daddy's best jeans
Denim Blue fading up to the sky
And though you want them to last forever
You know they never will
(You know they never will)
And the patches make the goodbye harder still...
Cat Stevens:
Miles from nowhere
I guess I'll take my time
Oh yeah, to reach there
Look up at the mountain
I have to climb
Oh yeah, to reach there.
Lord my body has been a good friend
But I won't need it when I reach the end
Miles from nowhere
Guess I'll take my time
Oh yeah, to reach there
I creep through the valleys
And I grope through the woods
'cause I know when I find it my honey
It's gonna make me feel good
I love everything
So don't it make you feel sad
'cause I'll drink to you, my baby
I'll think to that, I'll think to that.
Miles from nowhere
Not a soul in sight
Oh yeah, but it's alright
I have my freedom
I can make my own rules
Oh yeah, the ones that I choose
Lord my body has been a good friend
But I won't need it when I reach the end
Miles from nowhere
I Guess I'll take my time
Oh yeah, to reach there.
That does sound like you, dys.
Well, right now I'm listening to the Digital Jay complete "The Most Happy Fella:"
Standing on the corner watching all the girls go by.
Standing on the corner watching all the girls go by.
Brother you don't know a nicer occupation
Matter of fact, neither do I
Then standing on the corner watching all the girls go by
One last Cat Stevens song (a little known one) for Fathers' Day. This one's for all of us whose fathers have left this world...
Father
Father, oh Father
hear me if you can
is it true what they say
that life is a dream
i don't understand
the things that make rain in my eyes
are they real or are they lies
you know i hear so much about you now
i'd give anything
to go on a little boat with you
talk about the scheme of things
on a little boat with you
Father, oh Father
guide me if you can
or give me the chance to follow you home
i am your son but i wish i knew you
when you were young
were you lonely as a boy
you know i'd give so much to see you now
i'd go anywhere
pick a little stick and walk with you
talk about the scheme of things
on a short walk with you
Father, oh Father
you give me just a little hope
i feel something out there reaching for me
well here i am
won't you take me with you
out of this maze
and away from this place
because it gets so cold and lonely here
i'll do anything
to sit on a little rock with you
talk about the scheme of things
on a small rock with you
show me show me show me the way
before they grind me down
and bleach me grey
send me power not to be afraid
and when i close my eyes
let me see you once in the light
Father, oh Father
heal me if you can
is it true what they say
that life is a dream
Very touching, Eva........I love Cat Stevens.........and Dys...............yes....yes
I'll work on the Fleetwood Mac, LW when I get back from my cocktail party. Unless someone else beats me to it.
Anyone fancy a large helping of Meatloaf, fresh out of the frypan and with a side order of bat.
No one said it had to be real
But it's gotta be something you can reach out and feel now
It ain't right
It ain't fair
Castles fall in the sand
And we fade in the air
And the good girls go to heaven
But the bad girls go everywhere
Good girls go to heaven
Bad girls go everywhere
Somebody told me so
Somebody told me now I know
Every night in my prayer
I'll be praying that the
Good girls go to heaven
But the bad girls go everywhere
Here's a little for ya, Lola:
you can take me to paradise
and then again you can be cold as ice
i'm over my head
but it sure feels nice
you can take me anytime you like
i'll be around if you think you might
love me baby
and hold me tight
your mood is like a circus wheel
you're changin' all the time
sometimes i can't help but feel
that i'm wastin' all of my time....
think i'm lookin' on the dark side
but everyday you hurt my pride
i'm over my head
but it sure feels nice
i'm over my head
but it sure feels nice
Stranger Song Leonard Cohen
It's true that all the men you knew were dealers
who said they were through with dealing
Every time you gave them shelter
I know that kind of man
It's hard to hold the hand of anyone
who is reaching for the sky just to surrender,
who is reaching for the sky just to surrender.
And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind
you find he did not leave you very much
not even laughter
Like any dealer he was watching for the card
that is so high and wild
he'll never need to deal another
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger
And then leaning on your window sill
he'll say one day you caused his will
to weaken with your love and warmth and shelter
And then taking from his wallet
an old schedule of trains, he'll say
I told you when I came I was a stranger
I told you when I came I was a stranger.
But now another stranger seems
to want you to ignore his dreams
as though they were the burden of some other
O you've seen that man before
his golden arm dispatching cards
but now it's rusted from the elbows to the finger
And he wants to trade the game he plays for shelter
Yes he wants to trade the game he knows for shelter.
Ah you hate to see another tired man
lay down his hand
like he was giving up the holy game of poker
And while he talks his dreams to sleep
you notice there's a highway
that is curling up like smoke above his shoulder.
It is curling just like smoke above his shoulder.
You tell him to come in sit down
but something makes you turn around
The door is open you can't close your shelter
You try the handle of the road
It opens do not be afraid
It's you my love, you who are the stranger
It's you my love, you who are the stranger.
Well, I've been waiting, I was sure
we'd meet between the trains we're waiting for
I think it's time to board another
Please understand, I never had a secret chart
to get me to the heart of this
or any other matter
When he talks like this
you don't know what he's after
When he speaks like this,
you don't know what he's after.
Let's meet tomorrow if you choose
upon the shore, beneath the bridge
that they are building on some endless river
Then he leaves the platform
for the sleeping car that's warm
You realize, he's only advertising one more shelter
And it comes to you, he never was a stranger
And you say ok the bridge or someplace later.
And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind ...
And leaning on your window sill ...
I told you when I came I was a stranger.
Cohen is top flight . . . thanks, Dys.
Yes, Cohen is one of the best....wooooooooooooooowww................
I was up all last night, packing and getting ready to go to Boston. I went out with friends this evening for dinner and the city is beautiful. The sun shining and clear........temperature is very pleasant. The food was only ok, but that's ok............now I'm typing in my sleep and I'm falling asleep while typing this.....................................zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz good night all.......tomorrow is another day. Sleep tight friends.
Setanta,
Stay over here with us and let's play some good music. You have a wonderful knowledge of music, as does Dys, Blatham and the rest of us. Stay off that political thread for now. Let's just ride around in the bus for a while.................ok sleeping now....................zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Good morning everyone. I'm up and off to my meeting.......carry on and I'll check in later today.
Lola, wearing her professional clothes picks up the reports on her desk and hurries out the door.................
Withers notices a note on her table beside her fireside chair. It says............ More Cohen would be very nice.
I re-started my horse riding this weekend.
Got to be prepared for all of them cowboyz ya know
Yes Gautum............for the stranger? Congratulations on the horse riding. I'm riding by the seat of my pants lately. Hummmmmmmm.......
That certainly sounds like a more acceptable posture than between the bossums :razz:
By the seat of your pants, Lola? LOL! I didn't know there was any other way!
