"And that mist in your eyes feels like rain on the vine...in my soul..."
just in case you didn't get it the first time...<g>
Manfred Mann? Never heard that one. I know Sanford Townsend Band
did a tune by that name though.... but never heard Mann's version....
The Nighthawk
Philosopher, historian, critic, cynic, shaman, priest,
medicine man, writer, wanderer, poet, dreamer, lunatic,
and mendicant purveyor of flatulent didactics. Cigar
smoking guru to the politically incorrect.
"Facts and truth really don't much to do with
each other...."
-William Faulkner
mea culpa! hehe...that is what happens when you have been up since 0245 EST and
flying all day...<g>
lol... a bag of cheetos after "fueling" reduces flight time....lol.
naw...crew rest over the Atlantic alleviates some of the 'jet lag'...<g> (but
only on flights blocked over 8hrs..today, the flight was blocked at 8.00...so
there ya go...<g>)
BOY, your arms must be tired!! (sorry!)
:/
Sandy
2-60
Class of 78
hehe...naw, it was just the laugh i needed about now...
(soon heading to the couch so absorb FOXNews, and probably fall asleep!)
Nanc
"Ishah" <isha...@aol.communique> wrote in message
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> Ok...I was listening to Manfred Mann's "Smoke from a Distant Fire"...and there
> is a particular line of lyric that is so absolutely poetic, it gets me
> everytime i hear it... So, this thread is for posting the best of the best
> lines of lyric...
How about...
Don't the sun look angry through the trees?
Don't the trees look like crucified leaves?
Don't you feel like desperados under the eaves?
Heaven help the one who leaves.
("Desperados Under the Eaves" by Warren Zevon)
Not sure why, but that song--and those lines in particular--have always
seemed so sad and stark and beautiful to me.
--
MaryMc
mary...@NOSPAM.mindspring.com
Visit my Seventies Page... and Have a Nice Day!
<http://www.casagordita.com/70s.htm>
)
(
"Espresso est, ergo cogito." C[_]
I was going to say the same thing. Now Connie, get yourself some sleep
tonight! :-)
Liz
no shit, Liz...think i will catch a few zzzz's....<g> probably fall asleep on
the couch with FOXNews...:)
>In article <20030403165350...@mb-ck.aol.com>,
> isha...@aol.communique (Ishah) wrote:
>
>> Ok...I was listening to Manfred Mann's "Smoke from a Distant Fire"...and there
>> is a particular line of lyric that is so absolutely poetic, it gets me
>> everytime i hear it... So, this thread is for posting the best of the best
>> lines of lyric...
>
>
>How about...
>
>Don't the sun look angry through the trees?
>Don't the trees look like crucified leaves?
>Don't you feel like desperados under the eaves?
>Heaven help the one who leaves.
>
>("Desperados Under the Eaves" by Warren Zevon)
>
>Not sure why, but that song--and those lines in particular--have always
>seemed so sad and stark and beautiful to me.
Powerful imagery, indeed.
I used to do that kind of work. Now have daytime job. My body
appreciates it and so does my family. The international flying ain't
all it's cracked up to be.
Ray
--
Be very, very careful what you put into that head,
because you will never, ever get it out.
Cardinal Wolsey (1475?-1530)
It would be better not to know
so many things than to know so
many things that are not so.
Felix Okoye - 1971
well, when you are single sans kids with a beau in Britian, it's a fine job to
have...<g>
> So, this thread is for posting the best of the best
> lines of lyric...
"I left my shadow waiting down the road for me a while."
Cloudy by Simon & Garfunkel
I also like the imagery in the entire song "The Dangling Conversation":
It's a still life water color,
Of a now late afternoon,
As the sun shines through the curtained lace
And shadows wash the room.
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference,
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
The borders of our lives.
And you read your Emily Dickinson,
And I my Robert Frost,
And we note our place with bookmarkers
That measure what we've lost.
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm,
Couplets out of rhyme,
In syncopated time
And the dangled conversation
And the superficial sighs,
Are the borders of our lives.
Yes, we speak of things that matter,
With words that must be said,
"Can analysis be worthwhile?"
"Is the theater really dead?"
And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow,
I cannot feel your hand,
You're a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation.
And the superficial sighs,
In the borders of our lives.
-----
-Jeff B.
yeff at erols dot com
One of my favorites as well. That song accurately evokes a definite feeling of
"it's over".
Shawn
>So, this thread is for posting the best of the best
>lines of lyric...
One lyric I've always loved for some reason is the opening lines of the
Beatles' "Norwegian Wood":
I once had a girl
Or should I say, she once had me
Shawn
From "A New York Minute". It's not a '70s song, but the words paint a
vivid picture of loneliness for me.
"I've looked around, and ought to know..
that you're the one, i wanna go through time with." "Time in a Bottle" by Jim
Croce
"Once on a high and windy hill
in the morning mist
two lovers kissed
and the world stood still"
It seems like I was always asleep by 30West or at least pretending to
be.
Ray
If we're going with the Fabs, I nominate all of "In My Life".
Jeff Troutman
Speaking of The Beatles, the song "For No One" always chills me:
Your day breaks, your mind aches
You find that all the words of kindness linger on
When she no longer needs you
She wakes up, she makes up
She takes her time and doesn't feel she has to hurry
She no longer needs you
And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years!
You want her, you need her
And yet you don't believe her when she said her love is dead
You think she needs you
And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years!
You stay home, she goes out
She says that long ago she knew someone but now he's gone
She doesn't need him
Your day breaks, your mind aches
There will be time when all the things she said will fil your head
You won't forget her
And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years!
Couple of jiggers of moonlight and add a star,
Pour in the blue of a June night and one guitar,
Mix in a couple of dreamers, and there you are: Lovers hail the Moonlight
Cocktail.
Now add a couple of flowers, a drop of dew, Stir for a couple of hours 'til
dreams come true.
Add to the number of kisses, it's up to you --
Moonlight Cocktail - need a few.
Cool it in the summer breeze,
Serve it in the starlight underneath the trees.
You'll discover tricks like these
Are sure to make your Moonlight Cocktail please.
Follow the simple directions and they will bring
Life of another complexion where you'll be king.
You will awake in the morning and start to sing --
Moonlight Cocktails are the thing.
"Somebody" Depeche Mode
--
Kelly
Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you
want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not
even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little
luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up save in the casket or
coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket--safe, dark, motionless,
airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become
unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.
C.S. Lewis
When I hear that Serenade in blue
I'm somewhere in another world, alone with you
Sharing all the joys we used to know
Many moons ago
Once again your face comes back to me
Just like the theme of some forgotten melody
In the album of my memory
Serenade in blue
It seems like only yesterday
The small cafe, a crowded floor
And as we danced the night away
I hear you say forever more
And then the song became a sigh
Forever more became the cry
Cause you remained in my heart, so
Tell me darling in there still a spark?
Or lonely, lonley ashes of the flame, with you
Should I go on whistling in the dark,
Serenade in blue
>I've always been partial to "Oh my life would be so sweet, if only my
>face was a bicycle seat...."
You incurable romantic you....
--
Buddy
from Brooklyn
http://www.geocities.com/thewanderer315/
http://the70s.cjb.net
"There are certain sections in New York, major, that I wouldn't advise you
to try to invade.' "
Humphrey Bogart as Rick-in "Casablanca"- to nazi officer.
"The making of an American begins at the point where he himself rejects all
other ties, any other history, and himself adopts the vesture of his adopted
land."
James Baldwin
"The NightHawk" <rroe...@tampabay.rr.com> wrote in message
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But just remember Buddy...guys ride bicycles too ;)
--
Buddy
from Brooklyn
http://www.geocities.com/thewanderer315/
http://the70s.cjb.net
"There are certain sections in New York, major, that I wouldn't advise you
to try to invade.' "
Humphrey Bogart as Rick-in "Casablanca"- to nazi officer.
"The making of an American begins at the point where he himself rejects all
other ties, any other history, and himself adopts the vesture of his adopted
land."
James Baldwin
"Sandy" <sand...@aol.com> wrote in message
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I gotta go with:
You're the one I thought I'd never find . . .
-- Slow Dancin' by Johnny Rivers
Corny, corny, corny, but very nice to dance to. :)
~~Dawna