We now have a decent radio station in the DC area called The Globe. Some of the same DJs that were on WHFS are on The Globe. Each time I listen in, I’m sure to hear at least one song that either brings back memories or is something I’d like to listen to again. This morning I heard David Bowie singing Changes. I actually didn’t know it was David Bowie until the DJ announced it was him. While I would not have guessed the singer, I knew it was him on some level (thanks to hindsight).
It was appropriate that I was driving past morning-weary teens on their way to school when these lines were sung:
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They’re quite aware of what they’re going through
Not even sure that song holds many memories for me, but my ears perk up whenever I hear it.
Here’s a YouTube video of Bowie singing Changes:
As silly as it may sound I like the song about English Country Gardens. Clare and I want to start growing one in our yard – we call it a fairytale garden. We’ve got the hollyhocks (for flower dolls) and foxglove. We really just need to make the space and fix the soil. (We have horrible soil here – mostly red clay).
I assumed it would be easy to find a source for this song, but it seems this is the only link to most of the song. I don’t know who that character is. I’m going to have to buy a cd that contains the song and upload it. Or something.
Oh wait – if you like obnoxious midis, here you go.
I’ve mentioned Jeremy before. He’s the English guy I knew in the 70’s. We were going to get married, but didn’t.
I’ve not mentioned his stroke – at least not here. About 9 years ago he was taking a walk and had a stroke up on a moor. I didn’t know the taking a walk on the moor part – I found that out today when I heard he’d been honored by the British Stroke Association with a Life After Stroke award in art.
That got me thinking about Ilkely Moor. Have you seen the moors of Yorkshire? They are desolate, but have an uncanny beauty – something that haunts you when you leave them. Ilkely Moor is just another moor, but there is a Yorkshire folk song written about it.
Basically it’s about a guy who dated someone else’s girlfriend but forgot to wear a hat on the moor while he was dating the girl. His friend warns him that if he continues to go on the moor without a hat he may get a cold, die, and be eaten by worms that in turn are eaten by ducks. The guy whose girlfriend he dated may the duck and “get his own back”. Kinda gross, I know, but funny too. I have a tea-towel with the words and some cartoony drawings.
Here are the lyrics. A YouTube video of a bunch of rowdy Yorkshiremen singing the song follows.