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Here's one of my favorites:
Once upon a time there was a tavern
Where we used to raise a glass or two
Remember how we laughed away the hours
And think of all the great things we would do
Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way.
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la La la la la la la
Then the busy years went rushing by us
We lost our starry notions on the way
If by chance I'd see you in the tavern
We'd smile at one another and we'd say
Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
Those were the days, oh yes those were the days
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la La la la la la la
Just tonight I stood before the tavern
Nothing seemed the way it used to be
In the glass I saw a strange reflection
Was that lonely woman really me
Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
Those were the days, oh yes those were the days
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la La la la la la la
la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la La la la la la la
Through the door there came familiar laughter
I saw your face and heard you call my name
Oh my friend we're older but no wiser
For in our hearts the dreams are still the same
Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
Those were the days, oh yes those were the days
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la La la la la la la
Songwriters: Gene Raskin / Christopher Birch / Orville Burrell
Those Were the Days lyrics © T.R.O. Inc.
MontanaMama
(23,307 posts)Eagles. Soundtrack of my child hood.
sl8
(13,730 posts)I was more of a "Hotel California" kind of guy, even though it was played to death.
For you and my sis:
MontanaMama
(23,307 posts)Hotel California is more my style. Love a little Witchy Woman too. I took my 10 year old son to see the Eagles the year before Glenn Frey died. I feel so fortunate that we got to see them.
Skittles
(153,142 posts)may I add something about Mary Hopkins - I lived in England when that song came out....I remember watching a Miss World competition and thinking Mary was prettier than all of them
sl8
(13,730 posts)Yes, you may add something about Mary Hopkin, please and thank you.
And, might I add, you are one polite ass-kicker.
yes, I am exceedingly polite.......drilled into me by my English grandparents.
Nay
(12,051 posts)WheelWalker
(8,955 posts)LiberalLoner
(9,761 posts)Skittles
(153,142 posts)have always loved him
Binkie The Clown
(7,911 posts)Here's some real foot tapping nostalgic melodies for you.
sl8
(13,730 posts)Thank you, Grandpa.
Hayduke Bomgarte
(1,965 posts)Motown.
sl8
(13,730 posts)'Bout your plans to make me blue
With some other guy you knew before
Between the two of us guys
You know I loved you more
It took me by surprise I must say
When I found out yesterday
Don't you know that I heard it through the grapevine
Not much longer would you be mine
Oh I heard it through the grapevine
Oh I'm just about to lose my mind
Honey, honey yeah
I heard it through the grapevine
Not much longer would you be mine baby
I know a man ain't supposed to cry
But these tears I can't hold inside
Losin' you would end my life you see
'Cause you mean that much to me
You could have told me yourself
That you loved some one else
Instead I heard it through the grapevine
Not much longer would you be mine
Oh, I heard it through the grapevine
And I'm just about to lose my mind
Honey, honey yeah
I heard it through the grapevine
Not much longer would you be mine, baby
People say believe half of what you see
Son and none of what you hear
But I can't help but be confused
If it's true please tell me dear
Do you plan to let me go
For the other guy you loved before?
Don't you know I heard it through the grapevine
Not much longer would you be mine, baby yeah
I heard it through the grapevine
Just about to lose my mind
Honey, honey, yeah
I heard it through the grapevine,
Not much longer would you be mine, baby yeah
Honey, honey, yeah
I heard it through the grapevine,
Not much longer would you be mine, baby yeah yeah
I heard it through the grapevine,
Not much longer would you be mine, baby yeah yeah
Songwriters: Barrett Strong / Norman Whitfield
I Heard It Through the Grapevine lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Hayduke Bomgarte
(1,965 posts)llmart
(15,536 posts)Or 60's/70's soul music.
Or, Johnny Mathis
catbyte
(34,367 posts)sl8
(13,730 posts)That's wonderful.
In a golden cage
On a winter's day
In the rain
White bird
In a golden cage
Alone
The leaves blow
Across the long, black road
To the darkened skies
In it's rage
But the white bird
Just sits in her cage
Unknown
White bird must fly
Or she will die
White bird
Dreams of the aspen trees
With their dying leaves
Turning gold
But the white bird
Just sits in her cage
Growing old
White bird must fly
Or she will die
White bird must fly
Or she will die
The sunsets come
The sunsets go
The clouds roll by
And the earth turns old
And the young bird's eyes
Do always glow
She must fly
She must fly
She must fly
White bird
In a golden cage
On a winter's day
In the rain
White bird
In a golden cage
Alone
White bird must fly
Or she will die
White bird must fly
Or she will die
White bird must fly
Or she will die
Songwriters: David Laflamme / Linda Laflamme
White Bird lyrics © Music & Media Int'l, Inc
rurallib
(62,406 posts)and the Guess Who. And ABBA
Paul Simon:
zanana1
(6,110 posts)sl8
(13,730 posts)A Simple Desultory Philippic (or How I Was Robert McNamara'd into Submission):
I been Norman Mailered, Maxwell Taylored.
I been John O'Hara'd, McNamara'd.
I been Rolling Stoned and Beatled till I'm blind.
I been Ayn Randed, nearly branded
Communist, 'cause I'm left-handed.
That's the hand I use, well, never mind!
I been Phil Spectored, resurrected.
I been Lou Adlered, Barry Sadlered.
Well, I paid all the dues I want to pay.
And I learned the truth from Lenny Bruce,
And all my wealth won't buy me health,
So I smoke a pint of tea a day.
I knew a man, his brain was so small,
He couldn't think of nothing at all.
He's not the same as you and me.
He doesn't dig poetry. He's so unhip that
When you say Dylan, he thinks you're talking about Dylan Thomas,
Whoever he was.
The man ain't got no culture,
But it's alright, ma,
Everybody must get stoned.
I been Mick Jaggered, silver daggered.
Andy Warhol, won't you please come home?
I been mothered, fathered, aunt and uncled,
Been Roy Haleed and Art Garfunkeled.
I just discovered somebody's tapped my phone.
For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her:
Pressed in organdy
Clothed in crinoline of smoky Burgundy
Softer than the rain
I wandered empty streets down
Past the shop displays
I heard cathedral bells
Tripping down the alleyways
As I walked on
And when you ran to me, your
Cheeks flushed with the night
We walked on frosted fields of juniper and lamplight
I held your hand
And when I awoke and felt you warm and near
I kissed your honey hair with my grateful tears
Oh, I love you, girl
Oh, I love you
rurallib
(62,406 posts)but really captures the times and the Paul Simon style, I think:
hunter
(38,310 posts)I could build you a computer. Little Professor. Science fair winner.
In adolescence and young adulthood my mind turned to complete shit and I compounded that with horrific relationships, occasional homelessness, dumpster diving for food, and near death falling-off-of-cliffs experiences.
My nostalgia is a very, very dark place. Darkest Bob Dylan was one of my bright places.
I'm a-thinkin' and a-wond'rin' wallkin' way down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I am told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don't think twice, it's all right
A David Lynch version of "My Big Fat Greek Wedding," thankfully without the wedding. I jumped out of her moving car in Berkeley and left some skin and blood on the street. She sent me my stuff back Parcel Post to the PO box I was living out of without a note, no words of farewell. PTSD stuff.
And there's also a slight variation of Ian and Sylvia's "Someday Soon."
When she visits me my ma ain't got one good word to say
Got a hunch she was as wild back in her early days
So, blow you old blue northern
Blow her back to me
She's likely riding back from California
Loves her damn ole rodeo as much as she loves me
Someday Soon, going with her, someday Soon
Someday Soon, going with her, someday Soon
Except I never introduced her to my parents...
Like Skittles above, my wife is a Neil Young fan, and I'm better now.
sl8
(13,730 posts)I didn't know everything until I was 17 years old.
I am so very glad that your "dark Bob Dylan" fan self encountered the healing influence of your "Neil Young" fan wife. There is something very profound in that, but I'm unequal to expressing it to the extent that it deserves.
rug
(82,333 posts)sl8
(13,730 posts)... with the good taste of a with it child of the 60s/70s.
rug
(82,333 posts)Doc_Technical
(3,526 posts)sl8
(13,730 posts)Thank you, my friend.
Aristus
(66,316 posts)It's not great music, but it recaptures for me the sun-drenched, devil-may-care '70's like nothing else...
sl8
(13,730 posts)Iggo
(47,548 posts)Por ejemplo:
sl8
(13,730 posts)Now I know it is great music.
In my own defense, back in the the day, I was young and ignorant.
That's no longer the case.
Wolf Frankula
(3,600 posts)and
But Lonnie's dead and the Boston Rag is gone forever.
Wolf
sl8
(13,730 posts)Am exploring now,.
Thank you.
jack69
(163 posts)Joe Cocker, Tommy James and the Shondells (Crimson and Clover- long version), Tommy Roe, Three Dog Night, Bobby Darin-protest stage, ad infinitum.
lastlib
(23,208 posts)"...the saddest thing to see, Old admirals who feel the wind, and never put to sea..." Such a poignant line.
DFW
(54,338 posts)True story:
I was in a nostalgic old Russian Restaurant/cabaret on e time in Paris with a friend from the States. We were the only people in there under the age of 60 except for the musicians. VERY weird. There was a roving gypsy band playing sort or Hungarianized versions of old Russian folk songs, which I knew, but my colleague did not. He was getting very frustrated at knowing none of the music, and when the band came to our table and asked if we had any requests, he said, "why can't they play something I know, like 'Those Were The Days?'"
I told him, "you think you know so much about music? It just so happens that Those Were The Days is a commercial text plastered onto an old Russian Folk song." He thought I was giving him a hard time. I turned to the band and requested "Дорогой длинною."
It's pronounced "darogoi dlinnayu" and means "by the long road." The band immediately started playing Дорогой длинною, which my friend only knew as "Those Were The Days." He was, needless to say, dumbfounded.
Here is how the Russians do it when they want to put on a show:
Here is probably more what the melody sounded like where it originated:
Here are some 20th century lyrics to the original Russian song, translated into English:
You rode on a troika with sleigh bells,
And in the distance lights flickered..
If only I could follow you now
I would dispel the grief in my soul!
(Chorus
By the long road, in the moon light,
And with this song that flies off, ringing,
And with this ancient, this ancient seven-string,*
That has so tormented me by night.
But it turns out our song was futile,
In vain we burned night in and night out.
If we have finished with the old,
Then those nights have also left us!
(Chorus)
Out into our native land, and by new paths,
We have been fated to go now!
...You rode on a troika with sleigh bells,
[But] you've long since passed by!
(Chorus)
*Russian guitars have seven strings, so the "seven string" reference is to a guitar
Way back in my teen years, I once wrote a song whose lyrics I have long since forgotten. The chorus, though I still remember:
When you're young, you wonder how time is spent
When you're old, you wonder where it all went.
sl8
(13,730 posts)Last edited Sat May 13, 2017, 03:08 PM - Edit history (1)
I was aware that it was loosely based on a Russian folk song, but I'd never seen those lyrics or a Russian performance. Thank you for that.
I am fond of the Mary Hopkin/English version, although I'm sure that's largely attributable to it being the first version I had heard. I still think the English lyrics have a certain poignancy all their own.
Have you considered recreating your song? That's one heck of a chorus.
I was just never a big fan of the English version or Mary Hopkin. I never was captivated by her like the Beatles were. Before I ever learned Russian, I was always captivated by their music. When I entered college at age 18, I happened to land at the one college in the entire USA with its very own balalaika orchestra. They used to order their instruments directly from the Lunacharskaya factory in Leningrad. I was in seventh heaven. I was already studying Russian by then, and knew the lyrics to those melodies we used to play that were actual songs.
I never retained that one song. I was 16 or 17 at the time, and never recorded any of my own stuff until I was 22, and I had forgotten that one by then. At 22 I did what was called a "gig album" that I used to sell at concerts and folk festivals I used to perform at in Germany. Ironically, a French website recently discovered a copy somewhere and started singing its praises. Some guy in Oregon asked to buy up the last remaining copies I had, and rather than have them end up in a recycling plant some day, I sent them up there. If you are really interested, look up the Facebook page of "Okonkole y Trompa" and scroll down (this will require some patience) to their entry of Feb. 3, 2016. The song they liked most from the album was also my favorite. You can hear it there.
sl8
(13,730 posts)Last edited Sat May 13, 2017, 07:05 PM - Edit history (1)
For "Okonkole y Trompa", Google returns:
Is this related, or something entirely different?
DFW
(54,338 posts)I'm not sure you need to be a member of facebook to see the site.
Here is the link, anyway: https://www.facebook.com/okonkole/
Hula Popper
(374 posts)sl8
(13,730 posts)I haven't heard this in so long, and it's bringing back memories.
You jerk.
roscoeroscoe
(1,369 posts)Lots of good music cited! Our contribution:
From our days driving and mapping around New Mexico and Arizona,
Los Lonely Boys
Pat Metheny
Santana
Laureena McKinnett
Big Head Todd
Hoyt
(54,770 posts)Most stuff from 60s. Like a little big band and small combo jazz too. Duke of Earl ain't bad either.
My buddies and me would sometimex sing "Duke of Earl", when we were a bit in our cups. I'm not quite sure why, as it was a bit before our time.
Usually, I'm a bit predjudiced against cover versions, but I do like this one:
samnsara
(17,615 posts)...helping my future ex husband fix his car in his parents garage.
FrankfurtCat
(1,213 posts)sl8
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My sister was a fan of that album and "Frampton Comes Alive!", and I, naturally, had completely opposite tastes, preferring prog rock and new wave.
A few years later, I appreciated both. 5 years later, saw Starship live & thought they were great.
As is turned out, I was a bit narrow minded when I was a teenager.
Squinch
(50,944 posts)Bengus81
(6,931 posts)My social lifes a dud
my name is really mud
I'm up to here in lies
Guess I'm down to size....to size
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discntnt_irny_srcsm
(18,479 posts)Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If you're going to San Francisco
You're gonna meet some gentle people there
For those who come to San Francisco
Summertime will be a love-in there
In the streets of San Francisco
Gentle people with flowers in their hair
All across the nation
Such a strange vibration
People in motion
There's a whole generation
With a new explanation
People in motion
People in motion
For those who come to San Francisco
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If you come to San Francisco
Summertime will be a love-in there
Scott McKenzie (born Philip Wallace Blondheim III; January 10, 1939 August 18, 2012) was an American singer and songwriter. He was best known for his 1967 hit single and generational anthem, "San Francisco (Be Sure to Wear Flowers in Your Hair)"
sl8
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WhiteTara
(29,702 posts)Petrushka
(3,709 posts)wryter2000
(46,032 posts)Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell
luvMIdog
(2,533 posts)There are too many -
Zombies - Time Of The Season
The Jaggerz - 'The Rapper'
Small Faces - Itchycoo Park
Crimson and Clover - Tommy James & The Shondells
riverbendviewgal
(4,252 posts)White Rabbit by the Jefferson airplane gets me thinking of good times.
"One pill makes you larger and one pill makes you small."
And an earlier time the song " Ebb Tide" by the Righteous Brothers. Makes me
Think of my first love.
LeftInTX
(25,225 posts)Other oldies seems to transcend time...but the Monkees take me right back to their TV series, Tiger Beat, and a radio station out of Philadelphia (I believe it was WCAU)
Boomerproud
(7,951 posts)It makes me smile and cry at the same time. We will never have that moment again. Yes, I am old and nostalgic.
Jamaal510
(10,893 posts)That's what I grew up with. Songs from that era immediately bring me back to my childhood and remind me of how quickly the years passed. They make me wish I would've done a better job appreciating my childhood and doing more to become sociable with the people I went to school with.