Monday, May 25, 2015

Some Mother's Son

by Ray Davies

Some mother's son lies in a field
Someone has killed some mother's son today
Head blown up by some soldier's gun
While all the mothers stand and wait
Some mother's son ain't coming home today
Some mother's son ain't got no grave

Two soldiers fighting in a trench
One soldier glances up to see the sun
And dreams of games he played when he was young
And then his friend calls out his name
It stops his dream, and as he turns his head
A second later he is dead

Some mother's son lies in a field
Back home they put his picture in a frame
But all dead soldiers look the same
While all the parents stand and wait
To meet their children coming home from school
Some mother's son is lying dead

Somewhere someone is crying
Someone is trying to be so brave
But still the world keeps turning
Though all the children have gone away

Some mother's son lies in a field
But in his mother's eyes he looks the same
As on the day he went away
They put his picture on the wall
They put flowers in the picture frame
Some mother's memory remains

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Here's a New Thing

by Paul Weller

The dreaming mind is always sweet
It's wonderful and time to agree
Here's a new thing
Got to change it up
Got to let go of the past
For a new thing
For some new ground
Only change will make it last

The hardest thing is letting go
But once you do, life starts to flow
Here's a new thing
Got to change it up
Got to let go of the past
For a new thing
For some new ground
Only change will make it last

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Kindly Spring Is Here Again

by John Newton

Kindly spring again is here,
Trees and fields in bloom appear;
Hark! the birds with artless lays
Warble their Creator’s praise.

Where in winter all was snow,
Now the flowers in clusters grow;
And the corn, in green array,
Promises a harvest-day.

Lord, afford a spring to me,
Let me feel like what I see;
Speak, and by Thy gracious voice,
Make my drooping soul rejoice.

On Thy garden deign to smile,
Raise the plants, enrich the soil;
Soon Thy presence will restore
Life to what seemed dead before.

Friday, May 8, 2015

America

by Paul Simon

'Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together
I've got some real estate here in my bag'
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies
And walked off to look for America

'Kathy,' I said, as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
'Michigan seems like a dream to me now
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
I've come to look for America'

Laughing on the bus
Playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said, 'Be careful, his bowtie is really a camera'

'Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat'
'We smoked the last one an hour ago'
So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field

'Kathy, I'm lost,' I said, though I knew she was sleeping
'I'm empty and aching, and I don't know why'
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all come to look for America

Monday, May 4, 2015

Bank Holiday

by Damon Albarn

Grandma needs new dentures
To eat the crust on pizza
Been taken out by her daughter
Because she thought she oughta

The kids are eating Snickers
Because they're so delicious
Then there's sticky fingers
And mother loses her knickers

Bank holiday comes six times a year
Days of enjoyment to which everyone cheers
Bank holiday comes with a six pack of beer
Then it's back to work A-G-A-I-N

Barbecue is cooking
Sausages and chicken
The patio is buzzing
And neighbours, they are looking

John is down the fun pub
Drinking lots of lager
Girls and boys are on the game
And all the high streets look the same

Back to work A-G-A-I-N

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Touch of Grey

by Robert Hunter

It must be getting early
Clocks are running late
Paint-by-number morning sky
Looks so phony

Dawn is breaking everywhere
Light a candle, curse the glare
Draw the curtains, I don't care
'Cause it's alright

I will get by
I will survive

I see you got your list out
Say your piece and get out
I guess I got the gist of it
But it's alright

Sorry that you feel that way
The only thing there is to say
Every silver lining's got a
Touch of grey

It's a lesson to me
The Ables and the Bakers and the C's
The ABC's, we all must face
And try to keep a little grace

I know the rent is in arrears
The dog has not been fed in years
It's even worse than it appears
But it's alright

Cows are giving kerosene
The kid can't read at seventeen
The words he knows are all obscene
But it's alright

I will get by
I will survive

It's a lesson to me
The Deltas and the East and the Freeze
The ABC's, we all think of
And try to keep a little love

The shoe is on the hand it fits
There's really nothing much to it
Whistle through your teeth and spit
'Cause it's alright

Oh well, a touch of grey
Kind of suits you anyway
That was all I had to say
And it's alright

I will get by
I will survive

Monday, April 20, 2015

The Trees

by Philip Larkin

The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.

Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too,
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.

Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.