1980’s Music

“Down And Out And Far From Home”

I have liked many of Nana Mouskouri’s recordings over the years, but this particular one only came to my attention quite by accident and very recently. I love her vocal tones and her very clear pronunciation of the English lyrics. Put that together with a sensitive story-line and a lovely melody, and that is why she is here now! Enjoy.  🙂

Something different!

I had a number of songs to choose from for today but, while looking for YouTube videos of them, I accidentally came across this! I am not a great fan of Country music and, while Dolly Parton has done a few songs which I really liked, I do not have much of her work in my music library. I do however always appreciate a celebrity who can/does behave like a normal human being rather than elevate themselves as a result of their achievements. Dolly Parton? Who could not love her!

Note: If you get a “Video Unavailable” pop-up message, the issue is resolved if you select the YouTube link offered!

“Unfinished Life”

This is totally not what I was thinking for today’s song, but I came across Kate Wolf (1942-1986) quite by accident not too long ago, and found this song particularly haunting and thought provoking. Sadly, she is no longer with us.

It’s an unfinished life, that I find lies before me

An open-ended dream, and I don’t want to wake

I’ve crossed so many rivers  in search of crystal fountains

I’ve found the truest paths always lead through mountains

I’ve seen water on the sky, and fire burning on the lake

 

You said to me “I cannot make you happy

Like a wounded bird you must find the strength to fly

Time can paint the tree tops with colours of the rainbow

But you cannot find the end, no matter how you try”

 

It’s a journey with my soul … that I am taking

One that only goes from the cradle to the grave

Going ’round in circles like painted dancing horses

Up and down we ride, on the wooden courses

And light from a lover’s eyes  is all that I can save

 

You said to me “I cannot make you happy

Like a wounded bird, you must find the strength to fly

Time can paint the tree tops with colours of the rainbow

But you cannot find the end, no matter how you try

 

So I’ll take the day and run out across the open fields

Where the grass grows high and the shadows fall

Where my eyes can see all the colours in the air

So quiet that the wind whistles in my hair

And takes the rising dust and carries it away

 

You said to me “I cannot make you happy

Like a wounded bird, you must find the strength to fly

Time can paint the tree tops with colours of the rainbow

But you cannot find the end, no matter how you try”