music is probably the most important thing in our lives, at least in mine. i wake each morning with a song playing in my head. i connect songs to things that happen, people i meet, and events that occur. a song can bring back a memory - good or bad. i connect music to every part of my life.
I'm dreaming of a white christmas, just like the ones I used to know Where the treetops glisten and children listen to hear sleigh bells in the snow
I'm dreaming of a white christmas, just like the ones I used to know Where the treetops glisten and children listen to hear sleigh bells in the snow
I'm dreaming of a white christmas, with every christmas card I write May your days be merry and bright, and may all your christmases be white
I'm dreaming of a white christmas, just like the ones I used to know May your days be merry and bright, and may all your christmases be white
I'm dreaming of a white christmas, with every christmas card I write May your days be merry and bright, and may all your christmases be white
May your days be merry and bright, and may all your christmases be white
And may all your christmases be white (All your christmases be white) And may all your christmases be white (All your christmases be white) And may all your christmases be (All your christmases be white) (All your christmases be white)
Vera and Mame: [singing] We'll always be bosom buddies, Friends, sisters and pals; We'll always be bosom buddies, If life should reject you, There's me to protect you. Vera: If I say that your tongue is vicious, Mame: If I call you uncouth; Vera and Mame: It's simply that who else but a bosom buddy Will sit down and tell you the truth. Vera: [speaking] Tho' now and again I'm aware that my candid opinion may sting, Mame: Tho' often my frank observation might scald; I've been meanin' to tell you for years You should keep your hair natural like mine. Vera: If I kept my hair natural like yours, I'd be bald. [singing] But darling, Vera and Mame: We'll always be dear companions, Vera: My crony, Mame: My mate; Vera and Mame: We'll always be harmonizing, Vera: Orphan Annie and Sandy, Vera and Mame: Like Amos and Andy. Vera: If I say that your sense of style's as far as off as your youth; It's simply that who else but a bosom buddy Will tell you the whole stinkin' truth. Mame: [speaking] Each time that a critic has written, "Your voice is the voice of a frog!" Straight to your side to defend you I rush; You know that I'm there ev'ry time that the world makes and unkind remark. When they say "Vera Charles is the world's greatest lush!" [singing] It hurts me! Vera: And if I say your fangs are showing, Mame, pull in your claws, It's simply that who else but a bosom buddy Will notice the obvious flaws! Mame: [speaking] I feel it's my duty to tell you it's time to adjust to your age; You try to be "Peg O' My Heart", when you're "Lady Macbeth." Exactly how old are you, Vera? The truth! Vera: Well, how old do you think? Mame: I'd say somewhere in between forty and the death! Vera and Mame: [singing] But sweetie, Vera: I'll always be Alice Toklas, If you'll be Gertrude Stein. And tho' I'll admit I've dished you, I've gossiped and gloated, But I'm so devoted. Mame: And if I say that sex and guts made you into a star, It's simply that who else but a bosom buddy Will tell you how rotten you are. Vera and Mame: Just turn your bosom buddy For aid and affection, For help and direction, For loyalty, love and for sooth! Remember that who else but a bosom buddy Will sit down and level And give you the devil, Will sit down and tell you the truth!
There are places i'll remember All my life though some have changed Some forever not for better Some have gone and some remain All these places have their moments With lovers and friends i still can recall Some are dead and some are living In my life i've loved them all
But of all these friends and lovers There is no one compares with you And these memories lose their meaning When i think of love as something new Though i know i'll never lose affection For people and things that went before I know i'll often stop and think about them In my life i love you more
Though i know i'll never lose affection For people and things that went before I know i'll often stop and think about them In my life i love you more In my life i love you more
Old friends, Old friends Sat on their park bench Like bookends. A newspaper blown though the grass Falls on the round toes Of the high shoes Of the old friends.
Old friends, Winter companions, The old men Lost in their overcoats, Waiting for the sunset. The sounds of the city, Sifting through trees, Settle like dust On the shoulders Of the old friends.
Can you imagine us Years from today, Sharing a park bench quietly? How terribly strange To be seventy. Old friends, Memory brushes the same years Silently sharing the same fears
Bookends
Time it was and what a time it was it was, A time of innocence a time of confidences.
Long ago it must be, I have a photograph Preserve your memories, they're all that's left you
Feeling Groovy The 59th Street Bridge Song
Slow down, you move too fast. You got to make the morning last. Just kicking down the cobble stones. Looking for fun and feelin' groovy. Hello lamppost, What cha knowing? I've come to watch your flowers growing. Ain't cha got no rhymes for me? Doot-in' doo-doo, Feelin' groovy.
Got no deeds to do, No promises to keep. I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep. Let the morning time drop all its petals on me. Life, I love you, All is groovy.
for Carol, Lorraine, Sharon & Ed - myold friends of 40 years...
with all the aches and pains amassed over those 40 years, we still are feeling groovy...
the video is from the movie Apocalypse Now in which the song was used. an interesting story behind the story - martin sheen not only was higher than god when filming this sequence but he was also having a heart attack...
this has always been one of my favorite song by the doors. morrison is one of my heroes. for years after his death i refused to listen to his music because of the waste of life, though i would visit his grave at Cimetière du Père-Lachaise every time i was in Paris. i know... weird...
found this lyric site that has a lyric scroller. you can adjust the speed of the scrolling by clicking on the + or -. let me know what you think...
I held you close to me once in a distant dream, far from the shores of my fear. I sailed on the ocean where all I imagined could happen, and now you are here.
It's so hard to touch what is out of our hands, to know and to trust what the heart understands.
Only the ones who believe ever see what they dream, ever dream what comes true.
Life gives us magic and life brings us tragedy. Everyone suffers some loss. Still we have faith in it, childlike hope. There's a reason that outweighs the cost.
And gravity throws all these rules in our way. And sometimes the sprit refuses to play.
Only the ones who believe ever see what they dream, ever dream what comes true.
And oh, love, turn me around in your arms. And in this dream we share let us not miss one kiss.
And add my regrets to the tears in the rain for that's what the color of roses contain.
Only the ones who believe ever see what they dream, ever dream, ever dream what comes true.
