I’d Love to Change the World

This came out in 1971…. sigh

While I don’t appreciate some of the lyrics…most is still so very relevant

 

 

 

 

 

Lyrical Quote-Blue October

“I thought of just your face
Relaxed, and floated into space”

-Blue October, Into the Ocean

Such a fun song to sing along! A Simple Desultory Philippic (Or How I Was Robert McNamara’d Into Submission) by Simon & Garfunkel

A Simple Desultory Philippic (Or How I Was Robert McNamara’d Into Submission) by Simon & Garfunkel

 

I been Norman Mailered, Maxwell Taylored
I been John O’Hara’d, McNamara’d
I been Rolling Stoned and Beatled ’til 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
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 and silver daggered
Andy Warhol, won’t you please come home?
I been mother, father, aunt and uncled
Been Roy Haleed and Art Garfunkeled
I just discovered somebody’s tapped my phone

Folk rock
I’ve lost my harmonica, Albert

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Paul Simon

The Dangling Conversation

Since I stole used a few words from this song as the title of my upcoming post

(currently editing as i went off on a bit of a rant)

… it has been stuck in my head so I’m posting it for you all to enjoy 🙂

 

Lyrics are posted below. Beautiful poetry!

 

The Dangling Conversation by Simon & Garfunkel

It’s a still life watercolor
Of a now-late afternoon
As the sun shines through the curtain 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 book markers
That measure what we’ve lost

Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm
Couplets out of rhyme
In syncopated time (in syncopated time)

And the dangling 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

Time

“Time, time time, see what’s become of me
While I looked around for my possibilities…”

~A Hazy Shade of Winter by Simon & Garfunkel

Time is merely a concept

a construct

a way of accounting, if you will

Sometimes we say time flies

other times it drags on and on

or so We say…

Time passes as it will and does not rely on or cater to us

The only thing we can control

is how we spend our time

~Melanie Thomason 3/28/2020

A Hazy Shade of Winter by Simon & Garfunkel

Full lyrics:

Time, time time, see what’s become of me
While I looked around for my possibilities

I was so hard to please
Don’t look around
The leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

Hear the Salvation Army band
Down by the riverside’s, there’s bound to be a better ride
Than what you’ve got planned

Carry your cup in your hand
And look around
Leaves are brown, now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

Hang on to your hopes, my friend
That’s an easy thing to say
But if your hopes should pass away
Simply pretend that you can build them again
Look around
The grass is high
The fields are ripe
It’s the springtime of my life

Seasons change with the scenery
Weaving time in a tapestry
Won’t you stop and remember me
At any convenient time?
Funny how my memory skips while looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme
Drinking my vodka and lime
I look around
Leaves are brown, now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Look around
Leaves are brown
There’s a patch of snow on the ground
Look around
Leaves are brown
There’s a patch of snow on the ground
Look around
Leaves are brown
There’s a patch of snow on the ground

Carry

The writing prompt at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie was …”This week think about what meaning/s you can come up with for the word “carry”. We carry all sorts of things in a multitude of ways. Luggage, a load, groceries, a team member, a loved one when they are unwell and need us to carry them from one spot to another. Let your imagination guide you and have fun.”

So normally I would just write something….BUT

The first thing that popped in my head was this poem..so I went looking and actually found it being read by the poet himself!

This song also popped into my head because I always think of it in relation to my best friend. (NOTE: Love the song but this video doesn’t work for me with it..LOL BUT it is the official video so….)

And because this is a WRITING prompt…here is my contribution

Always

I did not carry you in my womb

nay, you are not from me

yet you are of me

let my love be mother’s milk to you

take the offered nourishment

and as it strengthens you

it strengthens me

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love and acceptance

always

Melanie Thomason

Tighten Up

This video cracks me up!  Enjoy

Creep

I love this song… I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I’ve listened to this…and i have to sing along…loudly/badly.

If you have heard it and don’t like it… you could skip it or you could listen again and/or read the lyrics and you might change your mind 🙂

If you know it and love it: you’re welcome

If you’ve never heard it: you’re welcome and know 2 things

1- it starts off soft and slow but give it a minute 😉

2- Listen Loud

 

 

Creep by Radiohead

When you were here before
Couldn’t look you in the eye
You’re just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You’re so fuckin’ special

But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here

I don’t care if it hurts
I wanna have control
I wanna a perfect body
I wanna a perfect soul

I want you to notice
When I’m not around
You’re so fuckin’ special
I wish I was special

But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here, oh, oh

She’s running out the door
She’s running
She run, run, run, run

Run

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You’re so fuckin’ special
I wish I was special

But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here
I don’t belong here