Thought for the day

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Thought for the day

Nous, de temps en temps
nous sommes des enfants
sans problemes ni loi
de nos droit on est sur
les mains sales des confiture
contre le sofa

De puis ce matin
nos pattes sont en satin,
fauves les yeux pleins de sauvage
dans la nuit dla savane
se moquant de la rage
de quelqun en panne
Oh, spleen, oh, reverie
Oh, spleen, oh, symphony
Oh, spleen, oh, memory!

Oui, pardon, pardon
Ah, oui, glissons, glissons
Habill en bel-homme, jai perdu ma jeunesse
Mon visage de canaille,
en laine-grisaille

Oui, de temps en temps

Translated:
From time to time, we
We're children
Carefree, lawless
Sure of our rights
Hands sticky with jam
On the sofa. . .

Since the morning
Our paws are of satin,
Wild eyes full of savageness
In the savannah night
Deriding the rage
Of someone who's stuck. . .

Oh, spleen, oh, reverie
Oh, spleen, oh, symphony
Oh, spleen, oh, memory!

Yes, sorry, sorry. . .
Ah, yes, forget it, let's move on. . .
Dressed as a handsome man, I've lost my youth
My ruffian's face
In light-grey wool. . .

Yes, from time to time. . .

We are Losing our Nation to Lies about the Necessity of War

And people are worried about tax dollars going towards health care? Will this ever end? Probably not in our lifetime. Thanks to Adele for posting this on Facebook.

Thought for the day - Where are they now?

My friend, John, from Jack's Rhythms in New Paltz, NY, reminded me about Allan Sillitoe being mentioned in "Where Are They Now" by the Kinks from their 1973 album, Preservation Act 1. I thought it appropriate to post the song here as the lyrics to the entire song are things I think about all of the time. Where are they now? Indeed.



I'll sing a song about some people you might know
They made front pages in the news not long ago
But now they're just part of a crowd
And I wonder where they all are now.

Where have all the Swinging Londoners gone?
Ossie Clark and Mary Quant
And what of Christine Keeler,
John Stephen and Alvaro,
Where on earth did they all go?
Mr. Fish and Mr. Chow,
Yeah, I wonder where they all are now.

Where are all the Teddy Boys now?
Where are all the Teddy Boys now?
The Brill Cream boys with D.A.s,
Drainpipes and blue suedes,
Beatniks with long pullovers on,
And coffee bars and Ban the Bomb,
Yeah, where have all the Teddy Boys gone?

I hope that Arthur Seaton is alright.
I hope that Charlie Bubbles had a very pleasant flight,
And Jimmy Porter's learned to laugh and smile,
And Joe Lampton's learned to live a life of style.
Where are all the angry young men now?
Where are all the angry young men now?

Barstow and Osborne, Waterhouse and Sillitoe,
Where on earth did they all go?
And where are all the protest songs?
Yes, where have all the angry young men gone.
I wonder what became of all the Rockers and the Mods.
I hope they are making it and they've all got stead jobs,
Oh but rock and roll still lives on,
Yeah, rock and roll still lives on.

Thought For the Day

I leave the home of a lifetime
Like any son
I have hope and good intentions
And wandering into the daybreak
I learn as I go
To fall laughing into the water

Sticks and the stones are your broken promises
We wait too long to go from rags to riches
I am in love, I am in love with a feeling
A wild wild sky, a wild wild sky

Fences and tumble down bridges surround and divide
I wear a coat of many colours, of many colours
The sticks and the stones, our broken promises
I wait no longer to go from rags to riches

People are leaving the squalor
They're leaving the houses and fires
And starting out
We find the waiting country

Sticks and the stones are your broken promises
I wait no longer, I go from rags to riches

From rags to riches
I go from rags to riches
Go from rags to riches
From rags to riches