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Post by Twoddle on Aug 20, 2008 22:03:36 GMT
Forever Autumn, by Justin Hayward (of The Moody Blues)
The summer sun is fading as the year grows old
And darker days are drawing near...
The winter winds will be much colder
Now you're not here.
I watch the birds fly south across the autumn sky
And one by one they disappear.
I wish that I was flying with them
Now you're not here
Like a song through the trees you came to love me
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away...
Through autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way
You always loved this time of year.
Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now
'Cause you're not here
Like a song through the trees you came to love me
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away...
A gentle rain falls softly on my weary eyes
As if to hide a lonely tear...
My life will be forever autumn
'Cause you're not here!
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Post by Barry on Aug 20, 2008 22:10:33 GMT
I have always enjoyed Noel Coward's excellent rhyming in the last stanza of Nina (you'll recall that Nina was a girl from Argentina who hated to dance).
After some trial and tribulation
she reached the station,
and met a sailor
who had acquired a wooden leg in Venezuela,
and so she married him because he couldn't dance.
It's the idea of 'acquiring' a wooden leg, and the unexpected rhyming of 'sailor' with 'Venezuela' that makes it.
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Post by Pete on Aug 20, 2008 23:17:52 GMT
Are the lyrics from Simon and Garfunkel's 'Leaves that are Green' logical? I was 21 years when I wrote this song
I'm 22 now, but I won't be for long ...I thought these were from A New England by Kirsty MacColl. |
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Post by Pete on Aug 20, 2008 23:18:22 GMT
I was 21 years when I wrote this song
I'm 22 now but I won't be for long
People ask me when will I grow up to understand
Why the girls I knew at school are already pushing prams
I loved you then as I love you still
Though I put you on a pedestal you put me on the pill
I don't feel bad about letting you go
I just feel sad about letting you know
I don't want to change the world
I'm not looking for a new England
Are you looking for another girl?
I don't want to change the world
I'm not looking for a new England
Are you looking for another girl?
I loved the words you wrote to me
But that was bloody yesterday
I can't survive on what you send
Every time you need a friend
I saw two shooting stars last night
I wished on them but they were only satellites
It's wrong to wish on space hardware
I wish, I wish, I wish you'd care
I don't want to change the world
I'm not looking for a new England
Are you looking for another girl?
I don't want to change the world
I'm not looking for a new England
Are you looking for another girl?
My dreams were full of strange ideas*
My mind was set despite your fears
But other things got in the way
I never asked that boy to stay
Once upon a time at home
I sat beside the telephone
Waiting for someone to pull me through
When at last it didn't ring I knew it wasn't you
I don't want to change the world
I'm not looking for a new England
Are you looking for another girl?
I don't want to change the world
I'm not looking for a new England
Are you looking for another?
I don't want to change the world
I'm not looking for a new England
Are you looking for another girl?
Looking for another girl?
Looking for another girl?
Looking for another girl?
Girl?
Girl?
Girl?
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Post by Pete on Aug 20, 2008 23:20:44 GMT
And since we're on the subject, my favourite Kirsty lyric is this one:
I couldn't hear him when he called to me
I couldn't hear him at all you see
He was down the road away from me
How could I know his answer?
I couldn't hear him though he shouted hard
I couldn't hear him in my own backyard
The trains were rattling by above
We never mentioned love
He may have held my hand
When we were walking down the street
He talked about all kinds of things
But none of them were him and me
He looked into my eyes
Just as an airplane roared above
Said something about football
But he never mentioned love
I never heard him all the times he yelled
I never heard him if he tried to tell me
If my memory serves me well
He never mentioned love
I never hurt him though he says I did
I never hurt him but I die a bit
Each time he passes on the street
He never mentions love
I used to call him every night
And pray that he was home
I couldn't bear the feeling
I might have to live my life alone
But now my phone is off the hook
The word came from above
It told me I was wasting time
If he never mentioned love
I never heard him is he said he cared
I never heard him, I kept my claws bared
I never heard the things he says he said
He never mentioned he was scared
I never heard him when he asked for love
I never heard him as the skies above
Chucked buckets on the both of us
He never mentioned love
So if I seem hardhearted
I would like the court to note
He never mentioned love to me
In anything he wrote
And if I seem coldblooded
I should like to tell the judge
In all the time I knew this man
He never spoke of love
Or if he did
I never heard him when he called to me
I never heard him at all you see
He was down the line away from me
He never mentioned LUV
I never hurt him though he says I did
I never hurt him, I just die a bit
Each time we meet upon the street
We never mention love
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Post by Vadim on Aug 21, 2008 10:06:20 GMT
A great song sang by that harmonic choir, the Kop ;D. His armband proved he was a red - Torres, Torres!
You'll never walk alone it said - Torres, Torres!
We bought the lad from sunny Spain
He gets the ball, he scores again
Fer-nan-do Torres, Liverpool's number 9.The second verse is even better - I'll save you the pain  . |
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Post by Pete on Aug 21, 2008 14:28:56 GMT
A great song sang by that harmonic choir, the Kop ;D. His armband proved he was a red - Torres, Torres!
You'll never walk alone it said - Torres, Torres!
We bought the lad from sunny Spain
He gets the ball, he scores again
Fer-nan-do Torres, Liverpool's number 9.The second verse is even better - I'll save you the pain . And the tune? |
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Post by Alan Palmer on Aug 21, 2008 14:35:29 GMT
Tune? They don't need no fookin tune! ;D
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Post by Paul Doherty on Aug 21, 2008 16:41:50 GMT
New England? Wasn't that written by Billy Bragg?
My best friend's brother was married to Kirsty MacColl. Not a lot of people know that.
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Post by Dr Mildr on Aug 21, 2008 20:39:01 GMT
I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song.
Im twenty-two now but I wont be for long
Time hurries on.
And the leaves that are green turn to brown,
And they wither with the wind,
And they crumble in your hand.
Etc.
Plagiarism?
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Post by Pete on Aug 21, 2008 22:38:05 GMT
I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song. Im twenty-two now but I wont be for long Time hurries on. And the leaves that are green turn to brown, And they wither with the wind, And they crumble in your hand. Etc. Plagiarism? Only the first two lines. ;D |
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Post by Vadim on Aug 26, 2008 7:51:01 GMT
A great song sang by that harmonic choir, the Kop ;D. His armband proved he was a red - Torres, Torres!
You'll never walk alone it said - Torres, Torres!
We bought the lad from sunny Spain
He gets the ball, he scores again
Fer-nan-do Torres, Liverpool's number 9.The second verse is even better - I'll save you the pain . And the tune? I'm sure some of the more knowledgeable members of this forum will tell me the correct song or piece of music this was written for, however, the tune I associate it with is: "The animals came in 2-by-2" (The arc song!). |
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Post by Pete on Aug 26, 2008 8:45:56 GMT
Ah, yes, I can see that that tune works. Thanks, Vadim.
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Post by Vadim on Sept 2, 2008 9:43:04 GMT
More on the Kop theme, just for you, Pete.
(To the tune of "Yellow Submarine")
On a Saturday afternoon,
We support a team called Liverpool,
And we sing until we drop,
In a red and white Spion Kop,
We all live in a red and white Kop,
A red and white Kop,
A red and white Kop,
We all live in a red and white Kop,
A red and white Kop,
A red and white Kop
In a town where I was born,
Lived a man who sailed the seas,
And he told me of his pride,
They were a famous football team,
So we trailed to Anfield Road,
Singing songs of victory,
And there we found the holy ground,
Of our hero Bill Shankly,
We all live in red and white Kop…
;D
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Post by Pete on Sept 4, 2008 10:23:56 GMT
More on the Kop theme, just for you, Pete. (To the tune of "Yellow Submarine") On a Saturday afternoon, We support a team called Liverpool, And we sing until we drop, In a red and white Spion Kop, We all live in a red and white Kop, A red and white Kop, A red and white Kop, We all live in a red and white Kop, A red and white Kop, A red and white Kop In a town where I was born, Lived a man who sailed the seas, And he told me of his pride, They were a famous football team, So we trailed to Anfield Road, Singing songs of victory, And there we found the holy ground, Of our hero Bill Shankly, We all live in red and white Kop… ;D Thanks, Vadim. Might not work quite so well if they move ground, though! |
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