Monday, December 05, 2011

Haiku Monday

I have a couple of week attempts over at Karl’s page.  The subject is “TIME”.  Which brought these two songs to my mind and now I will be replaying these videos all day and singing along.   Not sure which song speaks to me more, but “Quiet Desperation is the English Way” is often quoted at my house.

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then the one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
And shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way
The time is gone the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire

Far away, across the field, tolling on the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
And hear the softly spoken magic spell


If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
'Til eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then,
Again, I would spend them with you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with
If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you


moi said...

Obviously, this is one of the most bitter-sweetly depressing Haiku Monday themes EVER!

Which is why I prefer "Money." It's a gas.

Troll said...

Both very good songs.

Boxer said...

I think the lyrics to Time in a Bottle are some of Jim Croce's best. and speaking of time, his time on the planet was too brief.

and now, like you, I'll be replaying them over and over in my head too. :-)

Karl said...

Good morning Pam,

2 fine songs. I hadn't realized the subject of time made folks feel so melancholy.

Pam said...

Moi: I agree about bitter-sweet! Money is a gas. Money is needed for gas. I think our natural gas bill will be through the roof. How's that snow?

Troll: A couple of faves.

Boxie: I agree about the best lyrics. Also "Operator". I remember waking up to the news that he had been killed in a plane crash. My little white 70's radio with the red face had just gone off (Radio attached to alarm was a new thing) ...

Karl: I didn't think it would make me feel melancholy, but it did! Time ticks away!