And we danced
Out there on that empty hardwood floor
The chairs up and the lights turned way down low
The music played, we held each other close
And we danced
We Danced – Brad Paisley
Oh, how we danced on the night we were wed.
I could have danced all night
I could have danced all night
And still have danced some more
Everyone you meet (all night)
They’re jamming in the street (all night)
All night long! (All night)
We get up early and we work all day
We put our time in cause we like to stay up
All night long
All night long
We keep on grinnin’ 'til the weekend comes
Just a pinch between your cheek and gums
All night long
All night long
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed, ohhh ohh
The Israelites, ah - ah - ah
Three little children, lyin’ in bed
Two were sick and the other ‘most dead
Sent for the doctor and the doctor said,
"Give those children some short’nin’ bread."
Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes
Hearts starve as well as bodies;
Bread and roses! Bread and roses!
Got a wife and kids in Baltimore, Jack
I went out for a ride and I never went back
Like a river that don’t know where it’s flowing
I took a wrong turn and I just kept going
Everybody’s got a hungry heart
My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn’t leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
“Son, papa was a rolling stone,
Wherever he laid his hat was his home,
And when he died all he left us was alone.”
“Papa was a rolling stone, my son,
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone.”
Well, we’re big rock singers
We got golden fingers
And we’re loved everywhere we go (That sounds like us)
We sing about beauty
And we sing about truth
At ten thousand dollars a show (Right!)
We take all kind of pills
That give us all kind of thrills
But the thrill we’ve never known
Is the thrill that’ll get ya
When you get your picture
On the cover of the Rolling Stone
Gonna buy five copies for my mother!
On the avenue, Fifth Avenue,
The photographers will snap us,
And you’ll find that you’re
In The Rotogravure.
[Not in play: rotogravure was a photographic reproduction process used in newspapers of the era depicted, so probably not the name of a publication.]
Kodachrome
They give us those nice bright colors
They give us the greens of summers
Makes you think all the world’s
a sunny day
I got a Nikon camera
I love to take a photograph
So mama don’t take my Kodachrome away
A 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.
*Old Friends/Bookends" – Simon & Garfunkel
And then one day things weren’t so fine
I fell in love with Lily
I asked my dad where Lily I could find
He said, “Don’t be silly”
“She’s been dead since 1929”
Oh, how I cried that night
If only I’d been born in Lily’s time
It would have been alright
There were always pictures of Lily to help me sleep at night
Pictures of Lily to help me feel alright
What’ll I do
With just a photograph to tell my troubles to?
When I’m alone with only dreams of you
That won’t come true,
What’ll I do?
Yes, now you’re gone
And from this moment on
I’ll be crying, crying
Crying, crying
Yeah, crying, crying
Over you