when we were young

When we were kids we used to climb over the back wall
into old Dan's scrap yard,
then into the snooker hall
where most of us kids were barred.
And into the Roxy and the Stella
where film stars starred.
That's were me and Hopalong Cassidy
and Roy Rodgers got drunk, and jarred
we might have been
the saviours of men, the captured captain
in the devil's dealing den,
and we might have been the magic politician
in some kind of tricky position, but like an old old
master musician
we kept on wishing,
we were headed for the number one hit country again.

There's an old photograph of Dan
I wish you could've seen,
of him and the boys,
poised,
standing in St. Stephen's Green.
Y'see they were part of the great freedom dream,
but they were caught and detained
and are still locked inside the frame
of the photograph.

And he might have been,
the clever con,
the good Samaritan,
the Rascal man,
and he might have been the loaded gun,
the charlatan of the tap dancing fan,
but like an old old pioneer from outer Afghanistan
he's headed for the number one hit country again.

Old Dan in a Raincoat
hums the very special notes of his long lost
favourite melody.
It reminds him of a love affair
when he was young and did not care.
And the parting,
so soft
so sadly
that he might have been the laughing cavalero,
the wise old commenchero,
the desperado, the gigolo from Glasgow,
the good looking Rudolph Valentino,
but like an old old hunter
in search of the female buffalo,
he's headed for the number one hit country again.

And it's true,
true blue,
Irish blue,
and it's true,
and sometimes it reminds me of you.

Cos up til now my youthful age
was a useless wage,
a torn out page,
a worn out gauge,
a dirty shade,
a big charade,
a has been made.

And honesty was his only excuse.
I took your love and I used it,
and honesty was his only excuse.

when we were young

written by Whipping Boy/Phil Lynott

blah blah blah

So, another quick note - nothing too outrageous - just dropping by and putting some thoughts down, as you do.

Rosa's been nagging me to do it, and seeing as she's on holiday, I thought I'd have something waiting for her to read when she gets back.

So, the only thought I've been having - worth printing - is about song lyrics. Anybody out there got a favourite line?

Mine is, 'all you need is love bammmp ban nanan na'.

too true.

some changes..

I've been playing around with the style of this blog, mostly because I've nothing interesting to say yet.

And also because there's nobody reading me yet.

Harumph.

Perhaps I should try writing something worth reading at some point.

I'll mull this over.

Thank you for your patience.

Please be gentle...

My first ever blog post. Interesting. I have less to say than I thought.

Hmmmmmmmmm.

I'll read more. Check back later for something profound.

p.s. Rosa, I'm dedicating this blog to you, as it's ultimately your fault I'm here.