Amity!!! You're back? — Olivier5
In a semi-comatose, vague kinda hand-waving way :roll: — Amity
Welcome anyway! And no offense, but that could fit any and all TPFer... Me included! — Olivier5
In your honor, a teaser from a production of Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake by the Monte Carlo Ballets. This show is highly recommended if you can find it. The story is about a girl beloved by prince Siegfried, but who turns into a swan at night due to being under a sorcerer's spell.
Somebody like you, I guess. Personally I turn into a pig at night. — Olivier5
why did one part remind me of an American musical? — Amity
I'm sure I have heard this song since when it was new on my transistor AM radio at summer camp. :sparkle: :clap:
Another oldie from that era ...
https://thephilosophyforum.com/discussion/comment/680466 — 180 Proof
Because it is not you usual ballet, it "quotes" or includes elements of European cabaret culture, Broadway musicals à la Cats and Hollywood musicals. — Olivier5
The show was filmed onstage during COVID (I think) so~ it's a different feel than your usual TV ballet: the dancers are filmed up close and they look into the camera. It takes some getting used to. — Olivier5
If the rain comes
They run and hide their heads
They might as well be dead
If the rain comes
If the rain comes
When the sun shines
They slip into the shade
And sip their lemonade
When the sun shines
When the sun shines
Rain
I don't mind
Shine
The weather's fine
I can show you
That when it starts to rain
Everything's the same
I can show you
I can show you
Rain
I don't mind
Shine
The weather's fine
Can you hear me?
That when it rains and shines
It's just a state of mind
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Sdeah reiht edih dna nur yeht
Semoc niar eht fi
Niar
Senihs nus
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells
The lyric that most changed my life was "Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?" As stupid as it sounds, that lyric would go through my mind every day when I worked a job I had mastered and was successful at, but there was no challenge. I had a leading role in a cage, but needed the war. — Hanover
Little things that will change you forever
May appear from out of the blue — Amity
… I've got a little black book with my poems in
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in
When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in
… I got elastic bands keepin' my shoes on
Got those swollen-hand blues
I got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from
I've got electric light
And I've got second sight
I got amazing powers of observation
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There'll be nobody home
… I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers
I've got a silver spoon on a chain
Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
… I've got wild staring eyes
And I've got a strong urge to fly
But I got nowhere to fly to
Ooh, babe when I pick up the phone
… there's still nobody home
… I've got a pair of Gohills boots
But I got fading roots
Listening to "We're not alone" now. — Olivier5
This thread is indeed about song lyrics, and how they can infuse poetry and wisdom in our life. — Olivier5
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