I started a thread yesterday in the reminiscences section for us to post our baby/kid pics. And I added a song to listen to while we're looking at each others' pictures. The song is Roy Clark's Yesterday When I Was Young. Well no, scratch that, Roy Clark performed it... songwriters were Herbert Kretzmer and Charles Aznavour. Anyhow, a few of the lines have wiggled their way into my spirit and are totally bothering me. I don't really think I should analyze why but it reminded me once again, even though I'm in the music business myself, how very powerful our words can be. The words that got to me in this one: "I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out, I never stopped to think what life was all about...." I'm not sure I ever heard a stronger way to describe that thing we all know as REGRET. What are some other lines in songs that packed a heck of a whopper punch for you like that one did for me?
Oh, @Krissttina Isobe , that's very nice! I hadn't heard it before and I really like it! So... first time I've heard it but definitely not last.
I guess break-up songs always hit me hard, this one by Janis Ian affects me a lot. When Angels Cry (Janis Ian) Wait Your tired arms must rest Let this moment pass Wait until the morning Close your eyes and you will see Who you used to be Left without a warning Who knew one so big could grow so small Lighter than the writing on the wall When angels cry, can I stand by When stones weep, can my heart sleep Wish I'd never heard, wish I'd never heard Wish I'd never heard The power of a four letter word 'Cause only love will matter in the end For a woman or a man What's the difference now Here we live with bottles And needles and truth Here is your living proof That death cannot be proud Some say it's a judgement on us all I can't believe that God could be that small When angels cry, can I stand by When stones weep, can my heart sleep Wish I'd never heard, wish I'd never heard Wish I'd never heard The power of a four letter word If ever was a rose that longed to bloom If ever was a heart that longed to fly If ever was an angel, it was you So close your eyes and say goodbye Goodbye When angels cry, I can't stand by When stones weep, I can't sleep Guess I've finally learned Guess I've finally learned Yes, I've finally learned That love is just a four letter word Hope is just a four letter word
Beautiful song, @Terry Page ... and thank you for adding the lyrics. Words... whether put into a song or not, can be so very powerful, can't they? How's the day going for you and Lisa? I hope it's been a great Friday!
My day is going well thank you, Lisa has been working all day and has just rang to say she is on the way home, I have cooked a veggie curry for dinner, a good start to the weekend.
This is the song that alway pulled me through whatever disaster I found myself in. This song always made me believe in the greatness of our Creator. When I listen to it, I feel hope and healing.
Beautiful song, @Ina I. Wonder I've always liked it, too, and it does indeed bring hope. "Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snow Lies the seed that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes the rose" For your table today, Ina...
Another break up song that helped me was "Be On Your Way" by Dan Fogelberg I love this song Be on you way don't try to say That you love me still If we couldn't find the right dream by now Then we never will We paid our dues at the door And never once saw the stage We wrote our share of love's lore And never quite filled the page So be on your way Be on your way maybe someday We will meet again Try not to cry, tears make me think How it might have been We loved as strong as we could But love only got in our way We took our time to be free There's nothing much more to say But be on your way
Oh dear so many break ups so many songs, this one always brought me to tears, it still does You really shouldn't have started this thread @Mari North Lyric: You called me from the room in your hotel All full of romance for someone that you met And telling me how sorry you were Leaving so soon And that you miss me sometimes When you're alone in your room Do I feel lonely too? You have no right to ask me how I feel You have no right to speak to me so kind I can't go on, just holding on to ties Now that we're living (living) separate lives Well I have learned to let you go And if you've lost your love for me Will you never let it show (never let it show) There was no way to compromise So now we're living (living) separate lives Ooh, it's so typical, love leads to isolation So you build that wall (build that wall) Yes, you build that wall And you make it stronger (build that wall) Well you have no right to ask me how I feel You have no right to speak to me so kind Someday I might (I might) find myself looking in your eyes But for now we'll go on living separate lives Yes for now we'll go on living separate lives Ah Separate lives
I suspect you're right there, @Terry Page ... it was originally for "regrets" like that thing I said about "running so fast that time and youth at last ran out" 'cause I was feeling old that day... but I didn't see it coming that it might turn into break up songs. And yes, I saw the wink and know you were teasing... but it's still something I try not to do to others since I'm usually such a stinkin' emotional mess myself. Sorry for those tears... it wasn't the intention to make any eyes wet here.
When ol' Blue started to howl, And my mother-in-law scowled, I knew, somehow I done wrong. Naw, I just wrote that........... I'm not real prone toward heavy emotions when it comes to lyrics but each time I hear the words to the Star Spangled Banner I get pretty choked up. One other comes to mind are the lyrics to El-Shaddai. My absolute favorite lyrics in the world.
I love a good cry so no problems Mari, I guess there are lots of regrets in break ups, I always said I have no regrets in my life but I do have a few and one concerning my wife came up last night in a movie we watched "The Other Man" @Mari North
Think - Once You Understand. This was a song way back in the 60's and you know what....it is still a presence and a problem today. You just have to listen to the video. Listen to the words all the way to the end to really understand the implications and the full emotional effect that it will have on you. Oh and pass it around. Lyrics: Things get a little easier Once you understand Things get a little easier Once you understand... I'll be expecting you to Get a haircut by Friday (Forget it, Dad) (That won't change anything) Forget nothing, you'll do as I say As long as you're living in my house He knows I'm not feeling well And yet he doesn't take one Second out to help his mother His only concern is for himself (Come on, Ma) (What do you want from me) Don't argue with your mother Just shut up and listen But, Mom, all my Friends will be there (I said, no, you can't go) But why (I don't want you In that neighborhood) Why, what's wrong With that neighborhood (I don't like the kind of People living there) Why, what's wrong with them (Nevermind) (Some day, you'll thank me) Are you sure no one kept you Company tonight while You were babysitting (What's that supposed to mean) Just curious (Admit it, Mom, you don't trust me) Where are you going now (To my friend's house) Don't you have things To do in the house Don't you have any homework Why don't you sit down And read a book (oh, ma) Don't oh, Ma, me You're wasting your life Away with the foolish things (What are you talking about How about your bridge club And your ladies groups And your parties and Your daytime programs What about all that) That's different Ma, I'll be home at eleven (You better be home at ten or Don't bother to come home at all) When I was your age I was working twelve hours a day Six days a week helping to pay For the food and the rent (I don't understand, what's That got to do with me) If you can't figure that out For yourself, you're stupid Hey, Dad Did you see my new guitar I joined a group (Son, there's a little bit more To life than joining a group And playing the guitar) Yeah, Dad, what is there to life Mister Cook (yes) You have a son named Robert Robert Cook, age seventeen (yes) I'm sorry, Mister Cook You better come down To the station house You son is dead (dead, how) He died of an overdose (oh, God)