Sunday, September 28, 2008

Both sides now

I won't write a thing today. I won't even mouth a word (I know, I know, that's 2 sentences already). I will just copy-paste an all-time favourite, which a very dear and lifelong friend said was all 'me'. 

My dearest friend, this is in fond remembrance of those endless days of youth. With you.

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Rows and flows of angel hair

And ice cream castles in the air

And feather canyons everywhere

I've looked at clouds that way

 

But now they only block the sun

They rain and snow on everyone

So many things I would have done

But clouds got in my way


I've looked at clouds from both sides now 

From up and down, and still somehow

It's cloud illusions I recall

I really don't know clouds at all


Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels

The dizzy dancing way you feel

As every fairy tale comes real

I've looked at love that way


But now it's just another show

You leave 'em laughing when you go

And if you care, don't let them know

Don't give yourself away

 

I've looked at love from both sides now

From give and take, and still somehow

It's love's illusions I recall

I really don't know love at all

 

Tears and fears and feeling proud

To say "I love you" right out loud

Dreams and schemes and circus crowds

I've looked at life that way

 

But now old friends are acting strange

They shake their heads, they say I've changed

Well something's lost, but something's gained

In living every day

 

I've looked at life from both sides now

From win and lose and still somehow

It's life's illusions I recall

I really don't know life at all


I've looked at life from both sides now

From up and down, and still somehow

It's life's illusions I recall

I really don't know life at all...

2 comments:

Parry said...

Hi! interesting that - the both sides POV: i work with a direct marketing agency now, based in Delhi.JWT is very gyan heavy and in the offsites and workshsops they conduct, the information overkill is killing .So long!

Pinku said...

hey thats very beautiful....yes we talk, read speak and dream of Love and then we dont know anything about love at all.

A secret I still look at clouds and wonder at the pictures they create up there. (Let the child inside live, no matter what.)