Jump to content
Mudcrutch Farm Will Be Shutting Down - Read More...

NightDriver

Members
 View Profile  See their activity

  • Content Count

    1,436

  • Joined

  • Last visited

  • Days Won

    13

Posts posted by NightDriver

  9. Posted · Report reply

    Great find!!! Live Aid is one of my favorite teenage memories. I was 12 and we still had school Saturdays back then. We were off around noon, it was really hot that day. I rode my bike back home as quick as I could, pulled down the shades, turned on the TV and was glued to the tube from beginning to end, calling my friends every now and again when some artist we liked was on stage. Great memories.

    I'm still not sure about those sideburns, though... ;-)

  11. Posted · Report reply

    Ever since I saw The Monkees on TV, I've always been fascinated by Michael Nesmith, especially by his post-Monkees work, which unfortunately never got enough credit. Probably because he's got more of a poet than of a songwriter.

    Here's one of my favorite lyrics of his. A song called "Conversations":

    In a long and involved conversation with myself

    I saw precious things come into view

    And I pored through the files taken off my mental shelf

    And dusted off some memories of you

    Then I thought about the time when our affair was green

    How the phoenix of our love first flapped its silken wings

    All the urgency and passion

    Of each new day as it happened

    And how it all mellowed as it grew

    I remembered the times when our laughter would explode

    And how you would turn to hide your smile

    And the hours of silence while a perfumed candle glowed

    And both our thoughts meandered on for miles

    I remembered the times I said I really had to go

    And I remembered the tears that filled your eyes

    Then I touched your hand and told you

    That it really was a lie

    And though you never knew it dear

    I cried

    Well it's amazing how time can so softly change your ways

    And make you look at things that can't be seen

    And how the years that roll by can start you listening

    Not just to what they say

    But what they mean

    So forgive me my dear if I seem preoccupied

    And if the razor edge of youth-filled love is gone

    But we're both a little older

    Our relationship has grown

    Not just in how it's shaped

    But how its shown

×
×
  • Create New...