Showing posts with label nostalgia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nostalgia. Show all posts

Monday, April 13, 2020

Ticket to the Moon

Remember the good old 1980s? When things were so uncomplicated?
I wish I could go back there again, and everything could be the same.

I've got a ticket to the Moon. I'll be leaving here any day soon.
I've got a ticket to the Moon, but I'd rather see the sunrise in your eyes.

Got a ticket to the Moon. I'll be rising high above the Earth so soon.
And the tears I cry might turn into the rain that gently falls upon your window.  You'll never know.

-- Jeff Lynne (Electric Light Orchestra) 1981

Sunday, May 8, 2016

The King is Half Undressed

Blue Autumns
Sunshine Kisses
Hearts and Flowers
Broken Wishes

-- Roger Manning / Andy Sturmer (Jellyfish) 1990

Thursday, April 28, 2011

childhood lost

"As you can see, everything has just vanished. It's just like the whole thing has been completely erased from the face of the earth. I feel great anger. I feel massive sadness. It's like a complete loss of childhood...."
-- Morrissey, Top of the Pops interview (1983)

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

this time

Looking back on my life,
you know that all I see
are things I could have changed,
I could have done.
Where did the good times go?
Good times so hard to hold.
No time for sad lament;
a wasted life is bitter spent.
--Richard Ashcroft (The Verve) 1997

Thursday, November 19, 2009

find your way back

I know its too late now,
But I wish I could go back in time
And start all over somehow
And get it right from the start.
-- Craig Chaquico (Jefferson Starship) 1981

Sunday, August 16, 2009

what hath urethane wrought?

In today's lineup -- stripped of fitness requirements, basic abilities, and the administration of swift justice for the lack of either -- it's pure anarchy. Entry-level kooks now have, with the longboard/leash combo, a backstage pass into what once was the inner sanctum of those who had paid their dues over years of hardscrabble apprenticeship and many, many long swims.
-- Dave Parmenter, Surfer magazine (June 2000)

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

walk away

Mounds of dirt where there used to be landing strips, airplanes over me.
Mounds of dirt where we used to see blue lights, now I'm free.
-- Experimental Aircraft (2007)