Saturday, April 29, 2017

Got To Go Back sung by Van Morrison

I wanted to end my April poetry in songwriting with Van the Man. I think he should be taught in college poetry classes. I've spent a fair bit of time this afternoon at YouTube trying to decide which song to post here. There are some wonderful videos of him singing. I'm sorry this one isn't a live performance, but it is one of my very favorite songs by Van. "Keep me away from porter or whiskey. Don't sing anything sentimental, it'll make me cry." I just love these words.



When I was a young boy
Back in Orangefield
I used to look out
My classroom window and dream
And then go home and listen to Ray sing
"I believe to my soul" after school,
Ah that love that was within me
You know it carried me through
It lifted me up and it filled me
Meditation, contemplation, too

[Chorus]
Oh we've got to go back
Got to go back
Got to go back
Got to go back
For the healing, go on with the dreaming

Ah there's people in the street
And the summer's almost here
I’ve got to go outside in the fresh air
And walk while it's still clear
Breathe it in all the way down
To your stomach too
And breathe it out with a radiance
Into the night time air

[Chorus]

Got my ticket at the airport
Well I guess I've been marking time
I've been living in another country
That operates along entirely different lines
Keep me away from porter or whiskey
Don't play anything sentimental it'll make me cry
I've got to go back my friend
Is there really any need to ask why

[Chorus]
With the dreaming
With the dreaming
With the dreaming


Songwriters: V. MORRISON
Got To Go Back lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

I just found out that he was knighted last year. Here is a little clip. 


Van is featured in my letters quite a few times. If you are interested, just type his name into the search bar.

Thursday, April 27, 2017

Quote du jour/Thomas Osbert Mordaunt

One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name.

   Thomas Osbert Mordaunt (1730–1809)

The character Lionel Hardcastle used these words in As Time Goes By. He has been told by the doctor that his father (who has just married at the age of 85) has only a year to live. Jean asks if he will tell his father. Lionel says, no, and says these words. Then he says, "let them have their crowded hour. Every minute of it."

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Moving??

I know that some of you have left Blogspot and moved to Wordpress.

I have so many concerns - the main one being will all my content come with me, including comments and photographs? This blog is a record of the past ten years of my life, and I would be so upset to lose it.

I know that some people leave the old blog up, and just start a new one, but I don't want to do that.

I haven't had any particular problems with blogspot over the years. But now, I can use only Safari to write posts and leave comments. Overnight I wasn't signed in on Chrome. I've never been able to sign in via Firefox.

I can't control my fonts now and it drives me crazy. The look, the presentation of my blog is very important to me.

I gather there are two Wordpresses - one is free, and one you pay for. As it is now, I pay Google $20 per year. Also, there is something to do with my own domain. I think that means that the content would be mine. With Blogspot, they have the power to delete my blog. I don't mind paying if it means it is mine.

I would so appreciate any help you can give me.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Quote du jour/Grandchildren and Grandparents - anonymous

Grandchildren are a grandparent's link to the future. Grandparents are the child's link to the past.


Pop with Campbell Walker and Hazel Nina


Nana with Indy Thomas

Sunday, April 23, 2017

My Girl - The Temptations

This song was popular when I was still in high school, and I so loved it. Many years later, when our little Margaret arrived from South Korea, this is the song we sang to her:



I love the words, and think it is a wonderful poem. It was played this past weekend at our niece's wedding, and I was so happy to be with our grown-up little girl.


And here she is with her dear Matty, and their little "my girl."

Thursday, April 20, 2017

True Love Ways - sung by Buddy Holly; and sung by Peter and Gordon

The plane crash in 1959 which killed the Big Bopper, Buddy Holly, and Richie Valens was one of the early sadnesses of my life. I was a few weeks from being 11 and was truly upset by the loss of three singers I greatly enjoyed. 

I never heard Buddy Holly sing True Love Ways. It was recorded only four months before he died. The first time I heard it was when Peter and Gordon sang it in the mid-1960s. I loved the song, and thought it achingly beautiful. I still do. Many years later, I learned that Buddy Holly had written it.

I think it is wonderful, and I offer it as a songwriting as poetry posting.  First you may hear Buddy Holly singing it, and then Peter and Gordon.


Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Will You Go, Lassie, Go? - sung by The Clancy Brothers with Tommy Makem

Here is another song for poetry month. This is also known as Wild Mountain Thyme, and Purple Heather. You may read about its origins here, and see the long list of people who have recorded it. I first heard it in the 1970s sung by the wonderful Jean Redpath. I didn't even know what thyme was then! I can't find a video of her singing it live, but came upon this perfect, perfect version by The Clancy Brothers with Tommy Makem.  It brings tears to my eyes. There's just something in a song like this that goes right to my heart. Please do sing along.



Oh, the summer time is coming
And the trees are sweetly blooming
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather
Will you go lassie, go?

And we'll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather
Will you go lassie, go?

I will build my love a bower
Near yon pure crystal fountain
And on it I will pile
All the flowers of the mountain
Will you go lassie, go?

And we'll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather
Will you go lassie, go?

If my true love she were gone
I would surely find another
Where wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather
Will you go lassie, go?

And we'll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather
Will you go lassie, go?

Oh, the summer time is coming
And the trees are sweetly blooming
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather
Will you go lassie, go?

And we'll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather
Will you go lassie, go?