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The Necessity Of Nostalgia
Radioontheshelf
Another page from the musical journal.
Thanks to Skye for the pointer to Robert Fulghum and the backing track to my memories
“And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out into the world it is best to hold hands and stick together.” Robert Fulghum
We had a shed at the bottom of the garden
Where my father would build his dreams
He always said that one day I could enter
But it was something I knew he didn’t really mean
It was just like when horses would walk in the streets
When the summers were hotter and brighter
When I still had time to persue all I loved
And the weight of my life was much lighter
My mother wore jewels that were made from the soil
Dug by men who had listened but not acted
And I first appeared as a child full of life
Talking softly but so easily distracted
It was England in the sixties and the start of something pretty
It was mini skirts, the Stones and the fab four
Two channels on the TV but that was all we needed
Queuing up outside The Caverns door
It was just like when horses would walk in the streets
When the summers were hotter and brighter
When I still had time to persue all I loved
And the weight of my life was much lighter
In the pages of a diary that I wrote in 63
Are the words that only 10 year olds can write
Full of Dickens Expectations, the enthusiasm vibrant
Anything is possible in this 60’s light
It was just like when horses would walk in the streets
When the summers were hotter and brighter
When I still had time to persue all I loved
And the weight of my life was much lighter
Thanks to Skye for the pointer to Robert Fulghum and the backing track to my memories
“And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out into the world it is best to hold hands and stick together.” Robert Fulghum
We had a shed at the bottom of the garden
Where my father would build his dreams
He always said that one day I could enter
But it was something I knew he didn’t really mean
It was just like when horses would walk in the streets
When the summers were hotter and brighter
When I still had time to persue all I loved
And the weight of my life was much lighter
My mother wore jewels that were made from the soil
Dug by men who had listened but not acted
And I first appeared as a child full of life
Talking softly but so easily distracted
It was England in the sixties and the start of something pretty
It was mini skirts, the Stones and the fab four
Two channels on the TV but that was all we needed
Queuing up outside The Caverns door
It was just like when horses would walk in the streets
When the summers were hotter and brighter
When I still had time to persue all I loved
And the weight of my life was much lighter
In the pages of a diary that I wrote in 63
Are the words that only 10 year olds can write
Full of Dickens Expectations, the enthusiasm vibrant
Anything is possible in this 60’s light
It was just like when horses would walk in the streets
When the summers were hotter and brighter
When I still had time to persue all I loved
And the weight of my life was much lighter