Just a song before I go - not to be redundant
So I am driving along - on my way home last night, and I listen to the radio (these days to a lot of college radio stations).
Sometimes it amazes me how the 'kids' out there seem to have latched onto music that was being played when I was between the ages of 6 and 10 years old. I am always sort of taken aback by the popularity of those songs with a much younger generation.
It makes me feel happy and old at the same time.
And I never knew how much they liked 'The Doors' (*laughs*) you'd think 'Riders on the Storm' was some kind of rock anthem *smirk*.
The feeling that this creates for me is a kind of nostalgic look back - as is the case with the song that I am going to post - certain songs that I have not thought about in a long time.
Songs to me are magical because they can capture a moment, frozen in time or frame a feeling and set the stage for romance, bring about social awareness, anger, political backlash, you name it. Songs are an incredible gift to humankind - music is an incredible gift for us all.
Sometimes when I think of love I think of it in terms of not just a certain person (of course certain people DO come to mind for me). But these days I just think about romance, being romanced again, hoping to be at least. I think of love in terms of what's going to be new for me to discover, when will I know it's love (if that is love ever decides to darken my doorway again - and yes there is a reason I say 'darken' but I won't get into it now...)
I will leave you with one in particular - to me this song and a couple of others from this time period reek of an older-type of love - almost a courtly love or a romance from the turn of the century where things weren't so much of the MTV-in-your-face-look-at-that-half-naked-bitch-and-the-gansta-with-Mr.-T-like-gold-jewelery-
and-a-gun-in-his-pants kind of romance.
Nope - things were definitely a bit more subtle back in the day....
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Nights in White Satin
Nights in white satin,
Never reaching the end,
Letters I've written,
Never meaning to send.
Beauty I'd always missed
With these eyes before,
Just what the truth is
I can't say anymore.
'cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Gazing at people,
Some hand in hand,
Just what I'm going thru
They can understand.
Some try to tell me
Thoughts they cannot defend,
Just what you want to be
You will be in the end
And I love you,
Yes, i love you,
Oh, how, i love you.
Oh, how, i love you.
Nights in white satin,
Never reaching the end,
Letters I've written,
Never meaning to send.
Beauty I'd always missed
With these eyes before,
Just what the truth is
I can't say anymore.
'cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Oh, how, I love you.
'cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Oh, how, I love you.
(And this would usually follow the song):
"Late Lament"
Breathe deep the gathering gloom
Watch lights fade from every room
Bedsitter people look back and lament
Another day's useless energy spent.I
mpassioned lovers wrestle as one,
Lonely man cries for love and has none.
New mother picks up and suckles her son,
Senior citizens wish they were young.
Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colors from our sight.
Red is grey and yellow white,
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion?
Artist: Moody Blues
Album: This Is The Moody Blues
Title: Nights In White Satin
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See you guys soon.
As ever,
Colette
Sometimes it amazes me how the 'kids' out there seem to have latched onto music that was being played when I was between the ages of 6 and 10 years old. I am always sort of taken aback by the popularity of those songs with a much younger generation.
It makes me feel happy and old at the same time.
And I never knew how much they liked 'The Doors' (*laughs*) you'd think 'Riders on the Storm' was some kind of rock anthem *smirk*.
The feeling that this creates for me is a kind of nostalgic look back - as is the case with the song that I am going to post - certain songs that I have not thought about in a long time.
Songs to me are magical because they can capture a moment, frozen in time or frame a feeling and set the stage for romance, bring about social awareness, anger, political backlash, you name it. Songs are an incredible gift to humankind - music is an incredible gift for us all.
Sometimes when I think of love I think of it in terms of not just a certain person (of course certain people DO come to mind for me). But these days I just think about romance, being romanced again, hoping to be at least. I think of love in terms of what's going to be new for me to discover, when will I know it's love (if that is love ever decides to darken my doorway again - and yes there is a reason I say 'darken' but I won't get into it now...)
I will leave you with one in particular - to me this song and a couple of others from this time period reek of an older-type of love - almost a courtly love or a romance from the turn of the century where things weren't so much of the MTV-in-your-face-look-at-that-half-naked-bitch-and-the-gansta-with-Mr.-T-like-gold-jewelery-
and-a-gun-in-his-pants kind of romance.
Nope - things were definitely a bit more subtle back in the day....
***********************
Nights in White Satin
Nights in white satin,
Never reaching the end,
Letters I've written,
Never meaning to send.
Beauty I'd always missed
With these eyes before,
Just what the truth is
I can't say anymore.
'cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Gazing at people,
Some hand in hand,
Just what I'm going thru
They can understand.
Some try to tell me
Thoughts they cannot defend,
Just what you want to be
You will be in the end
And I love you,
Yes, i love you,
Oh, how, i love you.
Oh, how, i love you.
Nights in white satin,
Never reaching the end,
Letters I've written,
Never meaning to send.
Beauty I'd always missed
With these eyes before,
Just what the truth is
I can't say anymore.
'cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Oh, how, I love you.
'cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Oh, how, I love you.
(And this would usually follow the song):
"Late Lament"
Breathe deep the gathering gloom
Watch lights fade from every room
Bedsitter people look back and lament
Another day's useless energy spent.I
mpassioned lovers wrestle as one,
Lonely man cries for love and has none.
New mother picks up and suckles her son,
Senior citizens wish they were young.
Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colors from our sight.
Red is grey and yellow white,
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion?
Artist: Moody Blues
Album: This Is The Moody Blues
Title: Nights In White Satin
**************************
See you guys soon.
As ever,
Colette
posted by Colette at 2:18 PM
2 Comments:
i love old music too. like i listen to billie holiday somtime. and to 1920s/30s swing . there is ella fitz. they are masterpieces of music. (j'aime les musique anciennes aussi. comme j'écoute à la billie holiday quelque fois. en plus des swing du 20s et 30s. il y a mme ella fitzgerald. ils sont chefs d'oeuvres de musique.)
Shalom Colette,
After Hanukah this year when all the kids brought their iPods to Sunday school I was not surprised to find that around 75 percent of the songs were from between 1965 and 1975. It's like being caught in a time warp (jump to the left...)
B'shalom,
Jeff
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