Yesterday when I was young The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue I teased at life as if it were a foolish game The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame… — Charles Aznavour I first heard this song sung by Dusty Springfield, and as is so often the case,…
It started out in innocence, the way that most things do
a thousand people crammed in one place, but the only face was you.
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame
Where the clouds the are hung
For the poets eye.
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea All we do crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see — ‘Dust in the Wind’ by Kansas A favourite of mine, from forty years ago now. I just love the image of a Kansas wheat field and storm, too, I am…
There’s no time to lose I heard her say
You gotta catch your dreams before they run away
Dying all the time
Lose your dreams and you might lose your mind
Is life unkind