MakemineVanilla Posted November 3, 2022 Share Posted November 3, 2022 Rows and flows of angel hairAnd ice cream castles in the airAnd feather canyons everywhereLooked at clouds that way But now they only block the sunThey rain and they snow on everyoneSo many things I would have doneBut clouds got in my way I've looked at clouds from both sides nowFrom up and down and still somehowIt's cloud illusions I recallI really don't know clouds at all Moons and Junes and Ferris wheelsThe dizzy dancing way that you feelAs every fairy tale comes realI've looked at love that way But now it's just another showAnd you leave 'em laughing when you goAnd if you care, don't let them knowDon't give yourself away I've looked at love from both sides nowFrom give and take and still somehowIt's love's illusions that I recallI really don't know love Really don't know love at all Tears and fears and feeling proudTo say, "I love you" right out loudDreams and schemes and circus crowdsI've looked at life that way Oh, but now old friends they're acting strangeAnd they shake their heads and they tell me that I've changedWell something's lost, but something's gainedIn living every day I've looked at life from both sides nowFrom win and lose and still somehowIt's life's illusions I recallI really don't know life at all It's life's illusions that I recallI really don't know lifeI really don't know life at all Joni Mitchell 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheAuthority Posted November 3, 2022 VT Supporter Share Posted November 3, 2022 32 minutes ago, MakemineVanilla said: Rows and flows of angel hairAnd ice cream castles in the airAnd feather canyons everywhereLooked at clouds that way But now they only block the sunThey rain and they snow on everyoneSo many things I would have doneBut clouds got in my way I've looked at clouds from both sides nowFrom up and down and still somehowIt's cloud illusions I recallI really don't know clouds at all Moons and Junes and Ferris wheelsThe dizzy dancing way that you feelAs every fairy tale comes realI've looked at love that way But now it's just another showAnd you leave 'em laughing when you goAnd if you care, don't let them knowDon't give yourself away I've looked at love from both sides nowFrom give and take and still somehowIt's love's illusions that I recallI really don't know love Really don't know love at all Tears and fears and feeling proudTo say, "I love you" right out loudDreams and schemes and circus crowdsI've looked at life that way Oh, but now old friends they're acting strangeAnd they shake their heads and they tell me that I've changedWell something's lost, but something's gainedIn living every day I've looked at life from both sides nowFrom win and lose and still somehowIt's life's illusions I recallI really don't know life at all It's life's illusions that I recallI really don't know lifeI really don't know life at all Joni Mitchell "Both Sides Now" is a great album (that's the title song) arranged and conducted by Vince Mendoza who I was lucky enough to work with earlier this year #humblebrag 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mjmooney Posted November 3, 2022 VT Supporter Share Posted November 3, 2022 It's the centenary of T. S. Eliot's "The Waste Land". 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MakemineVanilla Posted November 3, 2022 Share Posted November 3, 2022 1 hour ago, TheAuthority said: "Both Sides Now" is a great album (that's the title song) arranged and conducted by Vince Mendoza who I was lucky enough to work with earlier this year #humblebrag I must have heard that song countless times but I only recently discovered how profound the lyrics are. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mjmooney Posted November 3, 2022 VT Supporter Share Posted November 3, 2022 Both (studio) versions, 1969 and 2000: 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MakemineVanilla Posted November 3, 2022 Share Posted November 3, 2022 14 minutes ago, mjmooney said: Both (studio) versions, 1969 and 2000: My goodness her voice has matured and for the better I think! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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TheAuthority Posted November 3, 2022 VT Supporter Share Posted November 3, 2022 O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, That flies in the night In the howling storm: Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. William Blake One of my faves - for @mjmooney because he said he thought Blake was taking the piss about 2 years ago Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheAuthority Posted November 3, 2022 VT Supporter Share Posted November 3, 2022 1 hour ago, MakemineVanilla said: I must have heard that song countless times but I only recently discovered how profound the lyrics are. I meant to say that album was with the London Symphony Orchestra but I was typing too fast. Thanks to @mjmooney for the clarification. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mjmooney Posted November 3, 2022 VT Supporter Share Posted November 3, 2022 26 minutes ago, TheAuthority said: O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, That flies in the night In the howling storm: Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. William Blake One of my faves - for @mjmooney because he said he thought Blake was taking the piss about 2 years ago Did I? Can't think what I might have meant by that. I like Blake. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bickster Posted November 3, 2022 Moderator Share Posted November 3, 2022 6 minutes ago, mjmooney said: Did I? Can't think what I might have meant by that. I like Blake. I hate his xmas version Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rjw63 Posted November 3, 2022 Share Posted November 3, 2022 1 hour ago, mjmooney said: Did I? Can't think what I might have meant by that. I like Blake. I don't, stealing from people's pockets in the changing room. No wonder he ended up at small heath. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheAuthority Posted November 4, 2022 VT Supporter Share Posted November 4, 2022 On 27/08/2019 at 11:08, mjmooney said: Blake has some reputation as a great poet, but frankly, that is seriously crap. I've often wondered whether he was deliberately taking the piss (a la William McGonagall) with that one. 3 hours ago, mjmooney said: Did I? Can't think what I might have meant by that. I like Blake. This is the Blake poem you were talking about: The sun does arise, And make happy the skies. The merry bells ring To welcome the Spring. The sky-lark and thrush, The birds of the bush, Sing louder around, To the bells’ cheerful sound. While our sports shall be seen On the Ecchoing Green. Old John, with white hair Does laugh away care, Sitting under the oak, Among the old folk, They laugh at our play, And soon they all say. ‘Such, such were the joys. When we all girls & boys, In our youth-time were seen, On the Ecchoing Green.’ Till the little ones weary No more can be merry The sun does descend, And our sports have an end: Round the laps of their mothers, Many sisters and brothers, Like birds in their nest, Are ready for rest; And sport no more seen, On the darkening Green. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
A'Villan Posted November 4, 2022 Share Posted November 4, 2022 For giving comes from the heart, When living becomes a form of art. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mjmooney Posted November 4, 2022 VT Supporter Share Posted November 4, 2022 5 hours ago, TheAuthority said: This is the Blake poem you were talking about: The sun does arise, And make happy the skies. The merry bells ring To welcome the Spring. The sky-lark and thrush, The birds of the bush, Sing louder around, To the bells’ cheerful sound. While our sports shall be seen On the Ecchoing Green. Old John, with white hair Does laugh away care, Sitting under the oak, Among the old folk, They laugh at our play, And soon they all say. ‘Such, such were the joys. When we all girls & boys, In our youth-time were seen, On the Ecchoing Green.’ Till the little ones weary No more can be merry The sun does descend, And our sports have an end: Round the laps of their mothers, Many sisters and brothers, Like birds in their nest, Are ready for rest; And sport no more seen, On the darkening Green. Oh, well tbh that one was a bit McGonagall. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mjmooney Posted November 4, 2022 VT Supporter Share Posted November 4, 2022 9 hours ago, bickster said: I hate his xmas version Eh? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bickster Posted November 4, 2022 Moderator Share Posted November 4, 2022 4 minutes ago, mjmooney said: Eh? Noel Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheAuthority Posted November 4, 2022 VT Supporter Share Posted November 4, 2022 4 hours ago, bickster said: Noel I prefer Definitely Maybe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bickster Posted November 4, 2022 Moderator Share Posted November 4, 2022 Just now, TheAuthority said: I prefer Definitely Maybe If it's Noels and the Poetry thread, I definitely prefer this. Words by Noel Coward, music by Sigur Ros 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
El Zen Posted November 20, 2022 Share Posted November 20, 2022 Quote I do not like to be alone I do not like it on my own I do not like to masturbate I do not like the meal I ate I do not like it by myself I do not like the empty shelf I do not like green eggs and ham I do not like it, but I am Quoting my own paraphrasing of Dr. Seuss in the relationship thread. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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