Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 01/04/2018 – Days

SLSI cursed Helen’s theme this week because I have considerably more “days” music to consider than many of the regular subscribers to this fantastic challenge.

Once I start to think about songs I’d like to share I tend to get carried away, and suddenly find that 2 hours have vanished in watching music videos. Not that I mind, but I really should be doing something else!

So, the first song that came to mind was “Those were the days” by Mary Hopkin. Mary was yet another young singer that I, and thousands of other young men, fell in love with. “Those were the days”, produced by Paul McCartney, was a number 1 hit. If you want to listen to this then you can click here.

However, this is not the main offering for “days”. I’ve chosen one of my favourite groups, from way back in 1964, the year I joined the army at age 16, “The Moody Blues.”. 

The song is “The day we meet again” and this version is an acoustic rendition by Justin Hayward, the lead singer.  It’s rather sad in a way. Has the girl died? Have they split up? Is she just a dream? See what you think!

“The Day We Meet Again”
The day we meet again
I’ll be waiting there
I’ll be waiting there for you
Cos the years have been so lonely
Like a dog without a home
It’s dangerous when you find out
You’ve been drinking on your own

The day we meet again
We will walk in peace
Thru the garden down the road
Where the mist of time is lifting
See it rising in the air
Like the shadow I was chasing
When I looked it wasn’t there
Oh no

But just in case you’re wondering
What was really on my mind
It wasn’t what you took my love
It’s what you left behind

And just in case you’re wondering
Will it really be the same
You know we’re only living for
The day me meet again

So hold on – and don’t let go
Time heals – you know – I know

The day we meet again
I’ll be waiting there
I’ll be waiting there for you
Cos the years have been so lonely
Like a dog without a home
It’s dangerous when you find out
You’ve been drinking on your own

The day we meet again
We will walk in peace
Thru the garden down the road
Where the mist of time is lifting
See it rising in the air
Like the shadow I was chasing
When I looked it wasn’t there
Hold on baby don’t let go

This song is not typical of the Moody Blues. If you want to hear more of their great music may I suggest the following:

“Nights in White Satin”, and “Legends of a Mind.”

If you have never heard of him, Timothy Leary is a particularly interesting character!

ENJOY!

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Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 25/03/2018 – Seeing.

SLSHelen has set the theme for this week as “Seeing”.

I’m going to become really nostalgic this week and opt for a quintessential love song that was written in 1938 and,  I imagine, predates everyone who will read this.

There have been many recordings of this song over the years and I am offering what I consider to be the best two.

The song is “I’ll be seeing you”, and here is my all-time favourite version.

A modern version that I consider really does justice to the emotions of the song is here:

The feelings expressed really are timeless.

I’ll Be Seeing You

Billie Holiday

I’ll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day through
In that small cafe
The park across the way
The children’s carousel
The chestnut trees
The wishing well

I’ll be seeing you
In every lovely summer’s day
In everything that’s light and gay
I’ll always think of you that way

I’ll find you in the morning sun
And when the night is new
I’ll be looking at the moon
But I’ll be seeing you

I’ll be seeing you
In every lovely summer’s day
In everything that’s light and gay
I’ll always think of you that way

I’ll find you in the morning sun
And when the night is new
I’ll be looking at the moon
But I’ll be seeing you

Songwriters: Irving Kahal / Sammy Fain

I’ll Be Seeing You lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management US, LLC

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 3/18/18 – Shadow

SLSShadow is Helen’s prompt for this week and it immediately made me think “The Shadows“. They were the backing group for Cliff Richard, from 1958, and so were a huge influence, for me, from the age of 10.

The song I’ve chosen is very appropriate for a 10 year old – “The Young Ones“, the title song from their 1961 film, which in the USA was called “It’s Wonderful to Be Young.” Oh, how innocent it all seems now!

The Young Ones

Cliff Richard

The young ones
Darling, we’re the young ones
And young ones
Shouldn’t be afraid

To live, love
While the flame is strong
‘Cause we may not be the young ones
Very long

Tomorrow
Why wait until tomorrow?
‘Cause tomorrow
Sometimes never comes

So love me
There’s a song to be sung
And the best time is to sing it
While we’re young

Once in every lifetime
Comes a love like this
Oh, I need you and you need me
Oh, my darling, can’t you see?

Young dreams
Should be dreamed together
And young hearts
Shouldn’t be afraid

And some day
When the years have flown
Darling, then we’ll teach the young ones
Of our own

Once in every lifetime
Comes a love like this
Oh, I need you and you need me
Oh, my darling, can’t you see?

Young dreams
Should be dreamed together
And young hearts
Shouldn’t be afraid

And some day
While the years have flown
Darling, then we’ll teach the young ones
Of our own

Songwriters: Roy C. Bennett / Sid Tepper

The Young Ones lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 25/02/18 – Letters

SLSHelen’s theme for this week is letters.

As I left home at the tender age of 16, to join the Army, letters were very important to me. I must admit I wasn’t very good at writing them but I did so love to receive them.

In later years I wrote to my fiancé, less than I should have, and managed to avoid direct involvement in arrangements for our wedding, as I was overseas. Letters were thus very important in the process. (Younger readers please note – no mobile phones,  no dedicated landline phone, and very expensive call charges!)

My Mum kept all the letters I wrote, for many years afterwards. Unfortunately, they were eventually disposed of so they are just a fond memory.

Letters to Mum, military service, and being parted by continents, leads to my choice of music for this week, Letters from War. I hope you enjoy it.

Letters From War

Mark Schultz

She walked to the mailbox
On that bright summer's day
Found a letter from her son
In a war far away

He spoke of the weather
And good friends that he'd made
Said I've been thinkin' bout dad
And the life that he had
That's why I'm here today

Then at the end he said
You are what I'm fighting for
It was the first of his
Letters from war

She started writing you're good
And you're brave
What a father that
You'll be someday
Make it home
Make it safe

She wrote every night as she prayed

Late in December 
A day she'll not forget
Oh her tears stained the paper
With every word that she read

It said, I was up on a hill
I was out there alone
When the shots all rang out
And bombs were exploding
And that's when I saw him
He came back for me
And though he was captured 
A man set me free

And that man was your son
He asked me to write to you
I told him I would
Oh I swore
It was the last of the letters from war

And she prayed he was living
She kept on believing
And wrote every night just so say

You are good 
And you're brave 
What a father that you'll be someday
Make it home 
Make it safe

Still she kept writing each day

And then two years later
Autumn leaves all around
A car pulled in the driveway
And she fell to the ground

And out stepped a Captain
Where her boy used to stand
He said mom I'm following orders
From all of your letters
And I've come home again

He ran into hold her
He dropped all his bags 
On the floor
Holding all of her letters from war

Bring him home
Bring him home
Bring him home

Holding all of her letters from war

Songwriters: Cindy Morgan / Cindy Lavonne Morgan / Mark Schultz / Mark Mitchell Schultz

Letters From War lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 18/02/18 – Earth

SLSOh,  I do so enjoy this challenge from Helen, which, for this week, gives us the subject of EARTH.

Now, I’m sure you will all agree that our Earth is extremely precious, and we seem to be doing our collective best to destroy all that is good around us.

One singer who was very aware, and protective of, our Earth, was John Denver. A great many of his songs told of Earth issues that he loved, and he gathered many of these together, in 1990, in an album called “Earth Songs.”

I have not chosen any of these, however.  I have, instead, chosen an extremely rare song. I believe it was only performed once, in Windstar Symposium in 1995 and never got published.

He had been playing around with the first two lines for over 5 years, and had only completed the song just before the performance.  It’s so new that you can see that he has to search for the words at about the 4.50 point on the recording. (which, amusingly is “help me find the way.”)

I do hope that you enjoy it, and I do hope that we learn to heed the message before it’s too late!

Healing time on Earth (John Denver)

Let the mountains talk, let the river run
There is wisdom here, there is much to learn
There is much to know, much to understand
In this healing time all across the land

You have heard my songs, oh so many years
You have laughed with me, washed away my tears
You have shared my joy, you have felt my pain
In this healing time, walk with me again

Through these darker days on this narrow line
Help me find my way, help me see the signs
I am not afraid, I am not alone
You have taught me well, you have brought me home

Let the mountain speak, let the rivers run
As the world awakes to the rising sun
In each brand new day, in our own rebirth
In this healing time on our Mother Earth

Let the mountains talk, let the rivers run
There is wisdom here, there’s so much to learn
In each brand new day, in our own rebirth
In this healing time for our Mother Earth
In each brand new day, in our own rebirth
In this healing time, here on Mother Earth

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 11/02/18

SLSHelen’s theme this week is phone calls/calling.
I never need any excuse to head towards the song I’m offering this week, even though the link is a little tenuous, and the fact that I’ve already used this on my blog, albeit not for SLS.  It does, however, mention a “phone to ring”, and that is close enough for me!
So, here is one my all time favourites with a plethora of lovely, talented musicians, End of the Line by the  Traveling Wilburys.   I always feel sorry for Jim Keltner, because he rarely gets a mention and he was once described as “The leading session drummer in America.” So, let’s hear it for Jim!

 

 

Well it’s all right, riding around in the breeze
Well it’s all right, if you live the life you please
Well it’s all right, doing the best you can
Well it’s all right, as long as you lend a hand
You can sit around and wait for the phone to ring (end of the line)
Waiting for someone to tell you everything (end of the line)
Sit around and wonder what tomorrow will bring (end of the line)
Maybe a diamond ring
Well it’s all right, even if they say you’re wrong
Well it’s all right, sometimes you gotta be strong
Well it’s all right, as long as you got somewhere to lay
Well it’s all right, everyday is judgment day
Maybe somewhere down the road aways (end of the line)
You’ll think of me, wonder where I am these days (end of the line)
Maybe somewhere down the road when somebody plays (end of the line)
Purple haze
Well it’s all right, even when push comes to shove
Well it’s all right, if you got someone to love
Well it’s all right, everything’ll work out fine
Well it’s all right, we’re going to the end of the line
Don’t have to be ashamed of the car I drive (end of the line)
I’m just glad to be here, happy to be alive (end of the line)
It don’t matter if you’re by my side (end of the line)
I’m satisfied
Well it’s all right, even if you’re old and grey
Well it’s all right, you still got something to say
Well it’s all right, remember to live and let live
Well it’s all right, the best you can do is forgive
Well it’s all right, riding around in the breeze
Well it’s all right, if you live the life you please
Well it’s all right, even if the sun don’t shine
Well it’s all right, we’re going to the end of the line
Songwriters: Robert Dylan / George Harrison / Jeffrey Lynne / Roy Kelton Orbison / Thomas Earl Petty
End of the Line lyrics © The Bicycle Music Company

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 04/02/18

SLSHelen’s theme this week is “truth”.

I’ll just have a rummage in my bag of tunes to see what I can find. Hang on a bit! – just down in the bottom corner I can feel a very angry young man wriggling about and having a real rant about this, that, and the other.

He started to write this song in 1969, but it was not released until 1971 on his album, “Imagine”. It is, of course, written, and sung, by John Lennon, and is titled “Gimme Some Truth.” You can’t miss the unique sound of George Harrison on lead guitar and, to my ear, he seems to have “borrowed” some of the tune from other songs he performed, or, perhaps, he reused some of this tune in later works!

This song expresses frustration with deceptive politicians, with hypocrisy, and with chauvinism. That sentence is courtesy of Wikipedia, and it is worth following the link to read more on it to look at the background. The article explains some of the references in the song lyrics, and this may be particularly handy for those not around at the time the song was written.

Sad to say that not much has changed and it will be obvious why I have chosen this particular version.

The words, and song and artist facts can be found here, and are also shown below.

I’m sick and tired of hearing things from
Uptight short sided narrow minded hypocritics
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
I’ve had enough of reading things
By neurotic psychotic pigheaded politicians
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth

No short-haired, yellow-bellied
Son of tricky dicky’s
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of hopes
Money for dope, money for rope

No short-haired, yellow-bellied,
Son of tricky dicky’s
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of hopes
Money for dope, money for rope

I’m sick to death of seeing things from
Tight-lipped condescending mama’s little chauvinists
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
I’ve had enough of watching scenes from
Schizophrenic egocentric paranoiac primadonnas
All I want is the truth just give me some truth

No short-haired, yellow-bellied,
Son of tricky dicky’s
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of hopes
It’s money for dope, money for rope

I’m sick to death of hearing things from
Uptight short sided narrow minded hypocritics
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
I’ve had enough of reading things
By neurotic psychotic pigheaded politicians
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth

Writer/s: JOHN WINSTON LENNON
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 28/01/18

SLSHelen’s theme this week is one that immediately set my music brain to The Sound of Music, but we are not going there! Oh no!

The theme is goodbye/farewell, and I can think of no better example to share with you than the absolutely divine, stupendous, moving music that is obviously enjoyed by not only the audience and the singers, but also by the whole orchestra. Played, and sung with the utmost feeling, it is “TIME TO SAY GOODBYE”

This piece of Operatic Pop has been hugely successful in many countries, used for sporting events, film scores, and, of course at concerts. It has been covered by numerous artists, and translated into many languages.

To appreciate this to its fullest extent you really need to sit down, get rid of all distractions, watch on a larger screen, and turn the sound UP.

Lyrics

Quando sono solo
Sogno all’orizzonte
E mancan le parole
Sì lo so che non c’è luce
In una stanza quando manca il sole
Se non ci sei tu con me, con me
Su le finestre
Mostra a tutti il mio cuore
Che hai acceso
Chiudi dentro me
La luce che
Hai incontrato per strada

 

Time to say goodbye
Paesi che non ho mai
Veduto e vissuto con te
Adesso si li vivrò
Con te partirò
Su navi per mari
Che, io lo so
No, no, non esistono più
It’s time to say goodbye

 

Quando sei lontana
Sogno all’orizzonte
E mancan le parole
E io sì, lo so
Che sei con me, con me
Tu mia luna, tu sei qui con me
Mio sole, tu sei qui con me
Con me, con me, con me

 

Time to say goodbye
Paesi che non ho mai
Veduto e vissuto con te
Adesso sì li vivrò
Con te partirò
Su navi per mari
Che io lo so
No, no, non esistono più
Con te io li rivivrò
Con te partirò
Su navi per mari
Che, io lo so
No, no, non esistono più
Con te io li rivivrò
Con te partirò
Io con te

 

Songwriters: Francesco Sartori / Frank Peterson / Lucio Quarantotto

Time to Say Goodbye lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Global Talent Publishing

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 21/01/18 – Comfort

SLSHelen’s theme this week had my mind rushing off, at breakneck speed, to a namesake of mine, Iain Matthews, who, after singing with Fairport Convention, formed his own group, in 1969, called Matthews’ Southern Comfort.

Matthews’ Southern Comfort had only one commercial success, a cover version of Woodstock, and that is available to hear below. The lyrics can be found at the bottom of the post.

I’ve included a second recording of Iain Matthews singing with Sandy Denny. Viewing may be restricted in some areas, but it is really worth trying to find another source if that is at the case. It really shows off his great singing voice.

Iain Matthews may be someone you have never heard of, but his career has been a successful one, and continues to this day.

 

Woodstock

Matthews’ Southern Comfort

I came upon a child of God 
He was walking along the road 
When I asked him where are you going 
This he told me. 

I’m going down to Yasgurs farm 
Think I’ll join a rock and roll band 
I’ll camp out on the land 
I’ll try and set my soul free. 

We are stardust, we are golden 
And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden. 
Then can I walk beside you 
I have come here to lose the smog 

And I feel just like a cog in something turning. 
Well maybe its the time of year 
Or maybe its the time of man 
And I don’t know who I am 

But lifes for learning. 
We are stardust, we are golden 
And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden. 
By the time I got to Woodstock 

They were half a million strong 
Everywhere there were songs and celebration 
And I dreamed I saw the bombers 
Riding shotgun in the sky 

Turning into butterflies 
Above our nation. 
We are stardust, we are golden 
And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden. 

We are stardust, we are golden 
And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden. 
We are stardust, we are golden 
And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden.

Songwriter: Joni Mitchell

Woodstock lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Crazy Crow Music / Siquomb Music Publishing

PHEW – I MADE IT!

I once set about reading The Bible all the way through.  I made it! (although a lot of it was skipped through very swiftly, because some parts are boring {quite a lot}) I don’t take the Bible as gospel (see what I did there!), but it is a tremendous work by many people over many, many years.

One of the bits that many people could recount, although not verbatim, is the bit about reaching the age of 70, and guess what, I made it!

Psalm 90:10 King James Version

The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.

That inspired the following little offering of ageist poetry:

Well, I’m buggered

Whoever thought? Three score years and ten,

and maybe, then, another ten;

but no excitement for the morrow

for it’s bound to end in sorrow,

and even if you reach that stage

you’ll surely creak, and feel your age;

but don’t get too complacent mate,

your number’s up, it’s just too late.

So, make the most of every day

before you have to fly away!

 

I fully intend to make the most of every day, with a little help from my friends.

For those who don’t know the real lyrics here they are