Putting Wilde Oats to bed, so I haven't got a spare second. Will start posting again soon.
Made me think of this:
A Hazy Shade Of Winter
Simon & Garfunkel
Time,
Time,
Time, see what's become of me
While I looked around for my possibilities.
I was so hard to please.
Look around,
Leaves are brown,
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
Hear the Salvation Army band.
Down by the riverside's
Bound to be a better ride
Than what you've got planned.
Carry your cup in your hand.
And look around,
Leaves are brown,
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
Hang on to your hopes, my friend.
That's an easy thing to say,
But if your hopes should pass away
Simply pretend that you can build them again.
Look around,
The grass is high,
The fields are ripe,
It's the springtime of my life
Seasons change with the scenery;
Weaving time in a tapestry
Won't you stop and remember me
At any convenient time?
Funny how my memory skips
Looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme.
Drinking my vodka and lime,
I look around
Leaves are brown,
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
Were they a couple? My lady (who knows heaps more than me about popular music) reckons they were; I've always assumed Art Garfunkel was gay, but Paul Simon was married several times; they were best friends; and I remember reading an article in Time, years ago where Paul Simon told studio executives that he had an edge because of his gayness and gay connexions. Who knows? It doesn't matter, really. They made sublime music.
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