When you are old and gray 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.
Summer had
come at last and along with it the annual County Fair. It was hot as an oven every week when the Fair came to town. Fields stretch out in swathes of green ripening corn and for moments the
world was ripening as well. Life was green when the Fair came to town.
Just the
word Fair showed teenagers how being young could explode in a burst of
hormones and lust. Culture in a rural society held the belief that the young must have
their youth.
The week
wiped away all thoughts of poverty and let the community enjoy the stars
and lights of the carnival for that one week.
The Fair!
Giggling
girls sashayed along the thoroughfare of carnival delight while nervous boys
stood awkwardly nearby, smoking stolen cigarettes. Secret glances
and nods led to soft hands and memories of love in the summer.
When the
fair ended, some of the young still held hands, leading to families gathering to support the multiples of couples in marriage and the births
that came a few months after the fair.
Decades of Fairs passed by, leaving love and
babies behind. The heat of summer left and came back again. There would always
be the Fair.
The italicized words are from the most recent of Wednesday Words challenge which can be found at River . Go to this site to see what other bloggers have done with these words.
Different
music artists in my formative years are plastered in my memory. Some of
their recordings make me happy, just humming tunes and recalling some
of the lyrics. Bobby Vee... I always loved Go Away Little Girl.
Bobby Vee died in 2017 at age 73 years, from Alzheimer's. Sigh. Bobby Vee made many teenage girls sigh. I was too young, had not done much sighing at that time. The Beatles had their own song, Run for Your Life, Little Girl. I never listened to the lyrics until recently. Creepy. Beatles were stalkers, promised to behead the girl if she left. This song has been declared to be one of 10 worst Beatles songs
Run fast, Little Girl.
Del Shannon was famous with My Little Runaway. The organ riff was unique at the time. My brother had a 45 Vinyl and a record player! We listened to that record over and over.
Where did this Runaway Girl go? Why?
So, there you have it.
Bobby Vee wanted a girl to go away before he begged her to stay.
Del Shannon wondered why his girl ran away.
Beatles were stalkers, promised to behead the girl if she left.
These narcissistic men viewed these girls as objects, didn't they understand that? Obviously,
all girls need to watch themselves and ask serious questions about any
guy who is controlling and possessive. They should consider
cross-country training.
Maybe, it would be better if girls just listened to the lyrics. And, maybe it would be a good idea if the parents listened what is being playing.
By the was, has anyone ever listened to Norwegian Wood? Let me know what you think it means. Thanks!
Sometimes we get lucky in our home movie watching. We may have wandered off to watch a bit of "A Team" or we wander on to this, Les Miserable, if we are lucky.
This is history, bloody and messy. The whole story is about surviving, being in love, fighting for beliefs, and having some tremendous music.
Big scene, sets up the conflict and the students manning the barricade. The poverty of the poor is a shock for our sweet society.
Of all the songs to watch, this one is a lynch pin.
As is expected, people will die tragically, lovers almost miss their window of love opportunity, the villain throws himself into water, the hero rescues the lovers. The music grabs a hold of the audience and will not let go until the curtain falls.
Victor Hugo was the author, THE author. There is so much that can be told about him and what he wrote.
There are movies that are worth watching, several times.Okay, I could not leave this song, which every one in the music world enjoys.
Colm Wilkingson is the famous performer that
set the whole tone of the musical.
This segment is 7 minutes long.
I know, long. But
Please
fast through bits.
So, there you go. I did not to make this a movie review, and is now. This is a review of how awesome the actors are and pure music.
Belinda
inhaled deeply as she descended the marble stairs. The room was lavishlyprepared with champagneand caviar, shimmering in candlelight.
Carrying a heart shaped bouquet, Belinda beamed at her Prince, her heart
beating with the excitement of love.
When all was
going well, the whole event smashedinto floral and cake pieces. Immediately, after the following stampede, the groom’s Royal Parents examined the
carnage.What had happened? There had
been some scurryingin the far corner, which led to discovery of a nest
of rats.
Anyway, so much for royal weddings. Elope.
These Wednesday Words are in colored italics, and come from C. Lee McKenzie who is an excellent writer. Pop on over!
I never really gave this song much thought, but could remember the first few words and then hum along with the rest. It was first sung by Neil Diamond. That basically how I do all songs. Being a young adult and seeing nothing but the hopes, love and life ahead, this song didn't mean much to me.
I know this song has been done in different ways, by different artists. The recording and video below means more to me, at this stage of my life.
The lyrics? Can you hear them? Understand them? Here they are:
The road is long/ with many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where/who knows when.
But I’m strong/strong enough to carry him.
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother.
So on we go/his welfare is of my concern.
No burden is he to bear/we’ll get there.
For I know/he would not encumber me.
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother.
If I’m laden at all/I’m laden with sadness
That everyone’s heart/isn’t filled with gladness
Of love for one another.
It’s a long, long road/from which there is no return
While we’re on the way to there/why not share
And the load/doesn’t weigh me down at all.
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother
He’s my brother…He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother...
What do you remember of the 70s or 80s, when this song was making the rounds? Did you know the lyrics then? Did this speak to you?
Addendum: This was a song for many when it was released in 1970. Vietnam took many of our local boys from small farming communities where I grew up. Some came back, some didn't. When I hear this, the senior HS pictures come to mind of those boys, their names. My cousin Billy didn't return.
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