Thursday, August 5, 2010

Love Songs for Old People


“The morning sun when it’s in your face really shows your age….”

Gee, that lyric from Rod Stewart’s Maggie May always brings a tear to my eye, probably because my wife sings it to me every morning. It used to be kind of a funny lyric, now it’s just a statement of fact. It seems that I look at all my music a little differently these days.

If you’re getting older like me you may want to play a little game; go through all your song titles and see how many seem to have something to do with being old. Just glancing through my song titles I’ve saved on my computer I found the following;

Remember When by Alan Jackson, Rocking Chair by the Band , Old Man by Neil Young, Those Were the Days by Mary Hopkin, Grow Old Along with Me by Mary Chapin Carpenter, Yesterday When I Was Young by Roy Clark, and Long Long Time by Linda Ronstadt. That was in the first minute I looked.

Then there are those songs that have elderly connotations to them; they weren’t written about being old but they might as well have been.

Paint it Black, Dust in the Wind, A Whiter Shade of Pale, The Weary Kind , In the Bleak Midwinter, Carry that Weight , Golden Slumbers , Too Late for Praying, Sundown , Don’t Cross the River , Way Over Yonder, Wandering and I know You’re Out There Somewhere (These last two go together rather nicely). Wow, these songs really speak to me now.

Then there are those songs that need only a subtitle to put them into a geezerly context;

Love Hurts (and so does everything else)

Look What You’ve Done (You’ve Forgotten Your Depends) by Bread. Or is it Moldy Bread?

You Can Close Your Eyes
(The Nap Song) by James Taylor

Afternoon Delight
(used to be something else, now it’s another nap song)

I Can’t See Nobody (Can’t find my glasses) by the Bee Gees

Turn! Turn! Turn! (MY wife’s driving directions song) by the Byrds.

Where Have All the Flowers Gone?
(They were here a minute ago)

And two Gordon Lightfoot favorites;

Race Among the Ruins (Trying to get through a crowd of old ladies at Bingo).

A Tree Too Weak to Stand (The Viagra Song)

Well, that’s enough for now. I’ve been at this for several minutes and it’s worn me out. Time for my nap; don’t play the music too loud.

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