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Post by wewbwb on Dec 31, 2016 16:25:57 GMT -5
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Post by jim44444 on Dec 31, 2016 22:42:34 GMT -5
I liked this song in my youth but now the lyrics seem to say so much more.
Seems the love I've known has always been
The most destructive kind
Guess that's why now I feel so old
Before my time.
Yesterday when I was young
The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue.
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game,
The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame.
The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned
I always built to last on weak and shifting sand.
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of the day
And only now I see how the years ran away.
Yesterday when I was young
So many happy songs were waiting to be sung,
So many wild pleasures lay in store for me
And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see.
I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out,
I never stopped to think what life was all about
And every conversation I can now recall
Concerned itself with me and nothing else at all.
Yesterday the moon was blue
And every crazy day brought something new to do.
I used my magic age as if it were a wand
And never saw the waste and emptiness beyond.
The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
And every flame I lit too quickly, quickly died.
The friends I made all seemed somehow to drift away
And only I am left on stage to end the play.
There are so many songs in me that won't be sung,
I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue.
The time has come for me to pay for
Yesterday when I was young...
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Post by tamara68 on Jan 1, 2017 12:26:16 GMT -5
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Post by becca on Jan 1, 2017 23:39:22 GMT -5
I hope everyone's first day of 2017 was better than 2016. I have high hopes.
This song seemed fitting. Stay strong in 2017 my dear iliasm friends!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2017 23:12:00 GMT -5
This one's pretty obscure - I bet not many people know it.
So these are circumstances
Leading to my sorry tale
I was in a town I didn't know
I'd arrived there by rail
It all began a week before -
The joys of Saturday Night -
An invite to a party
Or watching The Price Is Right
Opting for a soirée
For the first time in a year
Mixed badly with the revelers
Mixed Bacardi, wine and beer
The room moved back and forwards
The dancers did the same
Found refuge in a corner
That's when he asked my name
Well this is very nice, I thought
Smiling through the haze
As we talked of Auguste Rodin
Through to Harold Pinter's plays
Said he played piano
Said his name was Steve
Why shouldn't I believe
That he really lived so far away
Had to make a move for home
Scribbled down his address
Said he didn't have a phone
Would I like to come to dinner
On Friday of next week
To this i said I'd love to
As he kissed me on the cheek
That night I felt so happy
Excited through and through
See ! The company of strangers
Doesn't always leave you blue
Stumbled home contented
Like a cat that got the cream
Wake up a little weary
But I knew it was no dream
The next few days were anxious
What could I find to wear ?
What happens if i arrive
And there is no Hope Road there ?
My friend said don't be silly
No one does things like that
Now will you get a move on
And take off that stupid hat !
Made sure I set out early
Made sure I caught the train
Got out at the right station
Then of course came down the rain
Followed the directions
Exactly as he said
Asked people if they new Hope Road
But they just walked on ahead
I turned left at the junction
Took the fork off to the right
Straight over at the crossroads
Then down to the traffic lights
must have walked those streets for hours
in the dark and in the cold
Before I really could accept
There was no place called Hope Road
So here I am alone again
Indoors by myself
The TV, plants, books and I
All nearly on the shelf
Next time I'll be more cautions
Next time I Won't be fooled
It's another of those basic things
You're never taught at school
Let this be a warning
As you wander through the world
It makes no difference who you are
Be you boy or be you girl
Be very , very careful
When people seems so nice
It's not how that it's expensive
Later on you pay the price
There's no Hope Road
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2017 0:37:26 GMT -5
❤️ this song...
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Post by wewbwb on Jan 5, 2017 8:37:44 GMT -5
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Post by wewbwb on Jan 5, 2017 8:42:40 GMT -5
This just in - Live from Rochester in 1981 - with Randy Rhoads.
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Post by eternaloptimism on Jan 7, 2017 2:46:39 GMT -5
Aah remember this
The words are appropriate for here!
I should have put her in my doppelganager thread too... I had that hair in the late eighties and was often compared back then to her!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2017 23:25:40 GMT -5
Something from the 80s.
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Post by misssunnybunny on Jan 12, 2017 18:22:30 GMT -5
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Post by thebaffledking on Jan 16, 2017 8:55:24 GMT -5
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Post by wewbwb on Jan 16, 2017 15:51:41 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2017 21:27:18 GMT -5
Yes, I'm going to do this to you, ha ha! I'm just in the right kind of mood for this.....
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Post by obobfla on Jan 16, 2017 22:38:53 GMT -5
@smartkat, you put me in a psychedelic music mood
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