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Lyrics from a song I used to play in College Folk clubs more than 40 years ago and think of my Grandparents. Where have the years gone ? 'Old friends, old friends, Sat on their parkbench like bookends A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions, the old men Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun The sounds of the city sifting through trees settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends Can you imagine us years from today, sharing a parkbench quietly How terribly strange to be seventy Old friends, memory brushes the same years, silently sharing the same fears Time it was and what a time it was, it was A time of innocence, a time of confidences Long ago it must be I have a photograph Preserve your memories they're all that's left you'. (Paul Simon 'Old friends, Bookends' - 1968)  |
The Piano Blog
I'm trying to play the Piano for a while most days. Just improvising whatever comes into my head.
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June 2018
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