point of view: will you still love me?

When I get older losing my hair(many years from now)
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine? If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door? Will you still need me, will you still feed meWhen I'm sixty-four?

You could be handy mending a fuse
When the lights have gone, I can knit a sweater by the fireside Sunday mornings go for a ride.Doing the garden, digging the weeds, who could ask for more? Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?

You'll be older too, ah ah ah ah ah
And if you say the word, I could stay with you!

Every summer we can rent a cottageIn the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear, we shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee, Vera, Chuck, and Dave

Send me a postcard, drop me a lineStating point of view! Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, Wasting Away. . .

Give me your answer, fill in a form, mine for evermore!
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?

.

with apologies to The Fab Four

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucksMake 'em be doctors and lawyers and such

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys They'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love

Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold And they'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levis

And each night begins a new day
And if you don't understand him and he don't die young
You'll probably just ride away

Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms, clear mountain mornings
Little warm puppies and children, girls of the night And them that don't know him won't like him and them that do

Sometimes won't know how to take him
He ain't wrong, he's just different but his pride won't let him
Do things to make you think he's right

Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
And they'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levis

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such

from ELO to Supertramp

*sigh*

Oh, it's raining again, oh no, my love's at an end
Oh no, it's raining again and you know it's hard to pretend Oh no, it's raining again, too bad I'm losing a friend
Oh no, it's raining again, oh, will my heart never mend
You're old enough some people say to read the signs and walk away It's only time that heals the pain And makes the sun come out again

C'mon you little fighter, no need to get uptighter
C'mon you little fighter and get back up again
Oh, get back up again, oh, fill your heart again ...

(It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring)
(He went to bed and bumped his head)
(And he couldn't get up in the morning)

well, it was inevitable wasn't it. . .

Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky,
Little boxes, little boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.

And the people in the houses
All go to the university,
And they all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
And there's doctors and there's lawyers
And business executives,
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.

And they all play on the golf-course,
And drink their Martini dry,
And they all have pretty children,
And the children go to school.
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
And they all get put in boxes
And they all come out the same.

And the boys go into business,
And marry, and raise a family,
And they all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.

.
NINA & FREDERIK

all together now! everybody!

There's nothing you can do that can't be done.
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
Nothing you can say, but you can learn how to play the game.
It's easy.

Nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time.
It's easy.
Love is all you need.

Nothing you can know that isn't known.
Nothing you can see that isn't shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.
It's easy.

All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.

You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht Your hat strategically dipped below one eye, your scarf it was apricot
You had one eye in the mirror as you watched yourself gavotte And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner
They'd be your partner, and. . .

You had me several years ago when I was still quite naive
Well, you said that we made such a pretty pairAnd that you would never leave - But you gave away the things you loved
And one of them was me

I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee

Clouds in my coffee. . .

Well, I hear you went up to Saratoga and your horse naturally won

Then you flew your lear jet up to Nova Scotia

To see the total eclipse of the sun

Well, you're where you should be all the time
And when you're not, you're with some underworld spy
Or the wife of a close friend, wife of a close friend, and. . .

I had some dreamsThey were clouds. . .