I’ve been noodling with this blog for a while, wanting to share some silly memories…after the news from New Zealand, I thought we could all use a touch of happy
Those of us of a ‘certain age’ remember “Folk” songs. We listened to them, sang them, shared them. And sometimes we believed in them, or at least wanted to believe in them. Looking back it seems that might have been a simpler time, when we thought words sung could change the world. Kind of hard to believe that now, when words are all too often used to hurt, to tear down instead of build up.
But the memories. Oh, the memories. Sitting around a campfire, or a living room, raising our voices in harmony (or lack thereof) Singing of peace, love, and rock and roll. Oh, wait, that might be another blog.
There were the famous folk singers, but there were also not so famous people who shared their thoughts and love. Like my girlhood crush, Leonard Nimoy, singing Paul Young’s Love of the Common People
Living on free food tickets
Water in the milk
From a hole in the roof
Where the rain came through
What can you do, hmmm?
Tears from your little sister
Crying because she doesn’t have
A dress without a patch
For the party to go
But you know she’ll get by
‘Cause she’s living in
The love of the common people
Smiles from the heart
Of a family man
Daddy’s gonna buy you
A dream to cling to
Mama’s gonna love you
Just as much as she can
And she can https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/paulyoung/loveofthecommonpeople.html (for the rest)
Mona Karel Author 