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Dubslow · 2016-11-09, 12:28

Or tilted to the slightly more recent:

firejuggler · 2016-11-09, 13:10

I love Them both. Green day is more my style.
I'm tempted to post "always look on the bright side of life" just for irony.

xilman · 2016-11-09, 17:21

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me.

Oh Vienna, this means nothing to me

kladner · 2016-11-09, 17:28

Cohen can be painfully prescient.

chalsall · 2016-11-09, 18:55

Quote:

Originally Posted by kladner

Cohen can be painfully prescient.

Reflecting on your above, Cohen, like a good bottle of scotch or a good friend, gets better over time.

kladner · 2016-11-09, 20:06

Quote:

Originally Posted by chalsall

Reflecting on your above, Cohen, like a good bottle of scotch or a good friend, gets better over time.

He's been a big part of my consciousness since I was 16.
As to Scotch, he mentioned it the first time I saw him, back in the day when people still smoked in clubs.

He said, approximately, "Dear friends, there is nothing in these songs opposed to an accompaniment of a glass of Scotch and a cigarette."

Dubslow · 2016-11-09, 21:31

For a change of pace, here's three songs I've been listening to a lot lately, all written by the same person. It should be clear why I've been listening to at least two of them.

kladner · 2016-11-11, 09:15

We're busted in the blinding lights of Closing Time

Closing Time

Ah we're drinking and we're dancing
and the band is really happening
and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high
And my very sweet companion
she's the Angel of Compassion
she's rubbing half the world against her thigh
And every drinker every dancer
lifts a happy face to thank her
the fiddler fiddles something so sublime
all the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
and it's partner found, it's partner lost
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:
it's CLOSING TIME Yeah the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
and it's partner found, it's partner lost
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:
it's CLOSING TIME

Ah we're lonely, we're romantic
and the cider's laced with acid
and the Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?"
And the moon is swimming naked
and the summer night is fragrant
with a mighty expectation of relief
So we struggle and we stagger
down the snakes and up the ladder
to the tower where the blessed hours chime
and I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
but CLOSING TIME
I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
CLOSING TIME

I loved you for your beauty
but that doesn't make a fool of me:
you were in it for your beauty too
and I loved you for your body
there's a voice that sounds like God to me
declaring, declaring, declaring that your body's really you

I loved you when our love was blessed
I love you now there's nothing left
but sorrow and a sense of overtime
and I missed you since the place got wrecked
And I just don't care what happens next
looks like freedom but it feels like death
it's something in between, I guess
it's CLOSING TIME
Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex
looks like freedom but it feels like death
it's something in between, I guess
it's CLOSING TIME

Yeah we're drinking and we're dancing
but there's nothing really happening
and the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night
And my very close companion
gets me fumbling gets me laughing
she's a hundred but she's wearing
something tight
and I lift my glass to the Awful Truth
which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth
except to say it isn't worth a dime

And the whole damn place goes crazy twice
and it's once for the devil and once for Christ
but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights
we're busted in the blinding lights,
busted in the blinding lights
of CLOSING TIME
The whole damn place goes crazy twice
and it's once for the devil and once for Christ
but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights
we're busted in the blinding lights,
busted in the blinding lights
of CLOSING TIME

Oh the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
It's CLOSING TIME
And it's partner found, it's partner lost
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops
It's CLOSING TIME
I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
It's CLOSING TIME
The Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
But CLOSING TIME
I loved you when our love was blessed
I love you now there's nothing left
But CLOSING TIME
I miss you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex.

kladner · 2016-11-11, 09:34

Quote:

Originally Posted by chalsall

Reflecting on your above, Cohen, like a good bottle of scotch or a good friend, gets better over time.

My friends and I recorded this a long time ago on 4 track cassette. We also played it in the afternoon before we went to hear Cohen at the Park West in Chicago.

The song now seems all too real, as if it hadn't already.

MattcAnderson · 2017-01-09, 06:46

Hi Mersenneforum.org
I am glad that this is not a .com website.
That implies that money is not necessarily at stake.
One of my favorite songs is Me and Julio down by the school yard.
It is by Paul Simon.
Regards,
Matthew

kladner · 2018-03-22, 21:50

I may have posted this before, but it bears repeating, if so.
The Ballad of Accounting -Ewan MacColl and Peggy Seeger

In the morning we built the city
In the afternoon walked through its streets
Evening saw us leaving

We wandered through our days as if they would never end
All of us imagined we had endless time to spend
We hardly saw the crossroads and small attention gave
To landmarks on the journey from the cradle to the grave,
cradle to the grave, cradle to the grave

Did you learn to dream in the morning?
Abandon dreams in the afternoon?
Wait without hope in the evening?

Did you stand there in the traces and let 'em feed you lies?
Did you trail along behind them wearing blinkers on your eyes?
Did you kiss the foot that kicked you, did you thank them for their scorn?
Did you ask for their forgiveness for the act of being born,
act of being born, act of being born?

Did you alter the face of the city?
Make any change in the world you found?
Or did you observe all the warnings?

Did you read the trespass notices, did you keep off the grass?
Did you shuffle up the pavements just to let your betters pass?
Did you learn to keep your mouth shut, were you seen but never heard?
Did you learn to be obedient and jump to at a word,
jump to at a word, jump to at a word?

Did you demand any answers?
The who and the what and the reason why?
Did you ever question the setup?

Did you stand aside and let 'em choose while you took second best?
Did you let 'em skim the cream off and give to you the rest?
Did you settle for the shoddy and did you think it right
To let 'em rob you right and left and never make a fight,
never make a fight, never make a fight?

What did you learn in the morning?
How much did you know in the afternoon?
Were you content in the evening?

Did they teach you how to question when you were at the school?
Did the factory help you, were you the maker or the tool?
Did the place where you were living enrich your life and then
Did you reach some understanding of all your fellow men,
all your fellow men, all your fellow men?

2016-11-09, 17:28	#906
kladner "Kieren" Jul 2011 In My Own Galaxy! 2×3×1,693 Posts	Everybody Knows Cohen can be painfully prescient.

2016-11-11, 09:15	#910
kladner "Kieren" Jul 2011 In My Own Galaxy! 2·3·1,693 Posts	More Cohen We're busted in the blinding lights of Closing Time Closing Time Ah we're drinking and we're dancing and the band is really happening and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high And my very sweet companion she's the Angel of Compassion she's rubbing half the world against her thigh And every drinker every dancer lifts a happy face to thank her the fiddler fiddles something so sublime all the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance on the polka-dots and it's partner found, it's partner lost and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops: it's CLOSING TIME Yeah the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance on the polka-dots and it's partner found, it's partner lost and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops: it's CLOSING TIME Ah we're lonely, we're romantic and the cider's laced with acid and the Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?" And the moon is swimming naked and the summer night is fragrant with a mighty expectation of relief So we struggle and we stagger down the snakes and up the ladder to the tower where the blessed hours chime and I swear it happened just like this: a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss the Gates of Love they budged an inch I can't say much has happened since but CLOSING TIME I swear it happened just like this: a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss the Gates of Love they budged an inch I can't say much has happened since CLOSING TIME I loved you for your beauty but that doesn't make a fool of me: you were in it for your beauty too and I loved you for your body there's a voice that sounds like God to me declaring, declaring, declaring that your body's really you I loved you when our love was blessed I love you now there's nothing left but sorrow and a sense of overtime and I missed you since the place got wrecked And I just don't care what happens next looks like freedom but it feels like death it's something in between, I guess it's CLOSING TIME Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked By the winds of change and the weeds of sex looks like freedom but it feels like death it's something in between, I guess it's CLOSING TIME Yeah we're drinking and we're dancing but there's nothing really happening and the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night And my very close companion gets me fumbling gets me laughing she's a hundred but she's wearing something tight and I lift my glass to the Awful Truth which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth except to say it isn't worth a dime And the whole damn place goes crazy twice and it's once for the devil and once for Christ but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights we're busted in the blinding lights, busted in the blinding lights of CLOSING TIME The whole damn place goes crazy twice and it's once for the devil and once for Christ but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights we're busted in the blinding lights, busted in the blinding lights of CLOSING TIME Oh the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance on the polka-dots It's CLOSING TIME And it's partner found, it's partner lost and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops It's CLOSING TIME I swear it happened just like this: a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss It's CLOSING TIME The Gates of Love they budged an inch I can't say much has happened since But CLOSING TIME I loved you when our love was blessed I love you now there's nothing left But CLOSING TIME I miss you since the place got wrecked By the winds of change and the weeds of sex. Last fiddled with by kladner on 2016-11-11 at 09:41

2017-01-09, 06:46	#912
MattcAnderson "Matthew Anderson" Dec 2010 Oregon, USA 1444₈ Posts	a song Hi Mersenneforum.org I am glad that this is not a .com website. That implies that money is not necessarily at stake. One of my favorite songs is Me and Julio down by the school yard. It is by Paul Simon. Regards, Matthew

2018-03-22, 21:50	#913
kladner "Kieren" Jul 2011 In My Own Galaxy! 27AE₁₆ Posts	I may have posted this before, but it bears repeating, if so. The Ballad of Accounting -Ewan MacColl and Peggy Seeger In the morning we built the city In the afternoon walked through its streets Evening saw us leaving We wandered through our days as if they would never end All of us imagined we had endless time to spend We hardly saw the crossroads and small attention gave To landmarks on the journey from the cradle to the grave, cradle to the grave, cradle to the grave Did you learn to dream in the morning? Abandon dreams in the afternoon? Wait without hope in the evening? Did you stand there in the traces and let 'em feed you lies? Did you trail along behind them wearing blinkers on your eyes? Did you kiss the foot that kicked you, did you thank them for their scorn? Did you ask for their forgiveness for the act of being born, act of being born, act of being born? Did you alter the face of the city? Make any change in the world you found? Or did you observe all the warnings? Did you read the trespass notices, did you keep off the grass? Did you shuffle up the pavements just to let your betters pass? Did you learn to keep your mouth shut, were you seen but never heard? Did you learn to be obedient and jump to at a word, jump to at a word, jump to at a word? Did you demand any answers? The who and the what and the reason why? Did you ever question the setup? Did you stand aside and let 'em choose while you took second best? Did you let 'em skim the cream off and give to you the rest? Did you settle for the shoddy and did you think it right To let 'em rob you right and left and never make a fight, never make a fight, never make a fight? What did you learn in the morning? How much did you know in the afternoon? Were you content in the evening? Did they teach you how to question when you were at the school? Did the factory help you, were you the maker or the tool? Did the place where you were living enrich your life and then Did you reach some understanding of all your fellow men, all your fellow men, all your fellow men? Last fiddled with by kladner on 2018-03-22 at 21:51

2016-11-09, 12:28	#903
Dubslow Basketry That Evening! "Bunslow the Bold" Jun 2011 40<A<43 -89<O<-88 3·29·83 Posts	Or tilted to the slightly more recent:

2016-11-09, 13:10	#904
firejuggler Apr 2010 Over the rainbow 101000101110₂ Posts	I love Them both. Green day is more my style. I'm tempted to post "always look on the bright side of life" just for irony.

2016-11-09, 17:21	#905
xilman Bamboozled! "𒉺𒌌𒇷𒆷𒀭" May 2003 Down not across 2×5,393 Posts	Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide No escape from reality Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go A little high, little low Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me. Oh Vienna, this means nothing to me

2016-11-09, 21:31	#909
Dubslow Basketry That Evening! "Bunslow the Bold" Jun 2011 40<A<43 -89<O<-88 3·29·83 Posts	For a change of pace, here's three songs I've been listening to a lot lately, all written by the same person. It should be clear why I've been listening to at least two of them.