Lyrics That Are Stuck in Your Head Right Now

Far across the ocean
In the land of look and see
There once was a time
For you and me

Where the winds blow sweetly
And the easy seas flow still
And where the barefoot dream of life
Can laugh and cry its fill

I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all
Many times I've often prayed
In the darkness of my night
In the brightness of my day

So, if you're travelin' in the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Please remember me to one who lives there
For she once was a true love of mine

That never ever wore disguise
And never ever saw blue skies
Who quickly lived now slowly dies
Who closed unopened otherwise

Well you can lead a horse to water
But you're never gonna make him drink...

Edited by Barbu - September 16 2018 at 03:47

”She carried on without a comma,
That she was someone I should meet”

I put the comma in. :D

Barbu wrote: Far across the ocean In the land of look and see There once was a time For you and me Where the winds blow sweetly And the easy seas flow still And where the barefoot dream of life Can laugh and cry its fill I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all Many times I've often prayed In the darkness of my night In the brightness of my day So, if you're travelin' in the north country fair Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline Please remember me to one who lives there For she once was a true love of mine That never ever wore disguise And never ever saw blue skies Who quickly lived now slowly dies Who closed unopened otherwise Well you can lead a horse to water But you're never gonna make him drink...

 

Barbu wrote: I dozed off for most of the afternoon with Stormcock on repeat...a beautifully somnolent, unproductive day. I never know what kind of day it is on my battlefield of ideals But the way she touches and the way it feels, must be just how it heals And it's got a little better since I let her sundance I never know what time of year it is living on top of the fire But the robin outside has to hunt and hide in the cold frosty shire Ah but he knows just what goes in between his cold toes and his warm ears And he's got no disguise in his eyes for his love as she nears...

 

Welcome back, you total stranger
Welcome to the Fountainhead
Welcome back, there is no danger

You don't need your gun, man..

We're already dead!

The BBC tapes vol.2 playing right now...so good, man. How come I haven't listened to any Roy (except Stormcock once in a while) in the last ten years is beyond me.

I owe you a pint (or 6), brother Lawnmower.

Cheers!


And the big lady I'm playing with
Has played a game of poker
With me and cat and this and that
Until she scored my joker

Now we ride in chariots
By the side of one another
Her soft side
My rough ride

Nothing to fear
The unknown soldier's grave is already here

Is it too late
To create
A world made with care?





Edited by Barbu - September 20 2018 at 19:33

"When the day is done and the ball has spun in the umpires pocket away
And all remains in the groundsman's pains for the rest of time and a day
There'll be one mad dog and his master, pushing for four with the spin
On a dusty pitch with two pounds six of willow wood in the sun

When an old cricketer leaves the crease, you never know whether he's gone
If sometimes you're catching a fleeting glimpse of a twelfth man at silly Mid-on
And it could be Geoff and it could be John with a new ball sting in his tail
And it could be me and it could be thee and it could be the sting in the ale, sting in the ale

When an old cricketer leaves the crease, well you never know whether he's gone
If sometimes you're catching a fleeting glimpse of a twelfth man at silly Mid-on
And it could be Geoff and it could be John with a new ball sting in his tail
And it could be me and it could be thee and it could be the sting in the ale, sting in the ale

When the moment comes and the gathering stands and the clock turns back to reflect
On the years of grace as those footsteps trace for the last time out of the act
Well this way of life's recollection, the hallowed strip in the haze
The fabled men and the noonday sun are much more than just yarns of their days

When an old cricketer leaves the crease, well you never know whether he's gone
If sometimes you're catching a fleeting glimpse of a twelfth man at silly Mid-on
And it could be Geoff and it could be John with a new ball sting in his tail
And it could be me and it could be thee and it could be the sting in the ale, the sting in the ale

When an old cricketer leaves the crease, well you never know whether he's gone
If sometimes you're catching a fleeting glimpse of a twelfth man at silly Mid-on
And it could be Geoff and it could be John with a new ball sting in his tail
And it could be me and it could be thee"

I'm big on English melancholy and nostalgia these days (bit of an age thing!) - so these favourite lyrics seem to mean more each year (with Cooke's retirement in the last test series). Great to see main man Barbu enjoying Roy's back catalogue again - but always wondered how lyrics involving Geoff Boycott and John Snow go down with our transatlantic cousins in Canada and the USA?

By the way... loved listening to Tom Tiddler's Ground the other day - prompted purely by recent posts by Cosmiclawnmower and Barbu. This is what PA does so well - reawaken our musical memories or pointing the way for the newbies!

We are the new Kings
Sailing our seas of diamonds and gold
We are the new Kings
Seldom seen, elsewhere and unknown
We are the new Kings
Buying up London from Monaco
We do as we please
While you do as you're told...

I can remember, back in '22
They changed the law, came knocking on the door
In that same moment, the broadband seemed to go..
Phones all dead. Gone dizzy in the head..

La la la

Next thing y'know
They put us on a transport to the stars
So we're orbitting the earth together
And, right now, slightly to the left of Mars..

It's all so clear...

We can see the madness perfectly from here!