What are you listening to now - part 3

[tailfins]

The father, or perhaps grandfather of country music: Waitin' for a train (1928)

[tailfins]

In the Jailhouse Now by Jimmie Rodgers (1928)

[Balu]

“If everybody loves you, something is wrong. Find at least one enemy to keep you alert.” -Paulo Coelho

This is Great, Mr. tailfins!

[Balu]

The heart keeps silent in a quite night.

[LongTermGuy]

​If you seen the movie...great song....

[Balu]

​If you seen the movie...great song....

A good song!
I like very much when there is melody. rhythm and SENSE in the words of a son.It means that the author has something to say. Sometimes, speaking with "young generation" (they love me and to follow what I'm tell them) who are listening to "modern music" I'm saying - "I am old and, possibly, don't understand something, may be. And i will agree me you, should you croon the song you are listening now. It is a song, isn't it?" They start think it over and become puzzled and shocked as it happens to be impossible to do this.

[LongTermGuy]

A good song!
I like very much when there is melody. rhythm and SENSE in the words of a son.It means that the author has something to say. Sometimes, speaking with "young generation" (they love me and to follow what I'm tell them) who are listening to "modern music" I'm saying - "I am old and, possibly, don't understand something, may be. And i will agree me you, should you croon the song you are listening now. It is a song, isn't it?" They start think it over and become puzzled and shocked as it happens to be impossible to do this.

What is old?

[Esox]

[Balu]

What is old?

This month I celebrated my 65 th Anniversary. It is not even mid-aged.

[LongTermGuy]

This month I celebrated my 65 th Anniversary. It is not even mid-aged.

Good for you....your doing well....bottom line we all age....while were here might as well have some good fun....have a good day Balu.

[Balu]

[Balu]

[Balu]

Am Dm
The roughness of artsy roof flows beyond the horizon.
Dm E7 Am
Seventeenth quarter. Paris. Flinches slightly umbrella.
Am Dm
And a French woman, serious and sweet
E7 Am
Hastening through the dim morning must have overslept.

Dm E7 Am And to those who meet her a narrow little street,
Dm G7 C A7
Do not guess - is here for all their affairs -
Dm E7 Am F
She though the former, but a national of Russian,
Dm E7 Am
It is the same Muscovite as she was.

A former Russian nationals in the apartment a mess,
And that means something in the soul is not so sure,
But Her words are as easy and let the matter is asleep,
But from the "capital" head in the morning does not hurt.

And remembering the dream about patios Arbat,
She is like a river plunges into the case,
And despite the silly mood
It is the same Muscovite as she was.

Negros sell chestnuts in the square Konkort,
Wanders through the snow-free bulbs salute the new year.
And Parisians of his thinking in a hurry,
And Christmas again together with friends from the United States.

Fill festive Paris French wine,
And she dreamed Moscow white-white.
She drinks vodka so, a national of Russian,
It is the same Muscovite as she was.
She though the former, but a national of Russian,
It is the same Muscovite as she was.

[Balu]

Done whether the wind in the palm of the earring alder,
Starts to cry through the cuckoo cuckoo trains,
Conceived and again, as a hired, life construed
and again I come to the inability to interpret.

Itself reduced to a pylinochki in a stellar nebula
Of course, the old, but the greatness of fake cleverer
and there is no humiliation in his own deliberate small -
sadly realized the greatness of life in it.

Alder catkin light, fluffy though,
sdunesh but it will be in all the world is not so.
And, apparently, life is not such a trifling thing,
When there is not nothing like a breeze.

Alder catkin above any prophecy.
He will be others who quietly broke it.
Suppose that we can not change everything immediately, as would be desirable,
When we are changing, the world is changing.

Yasneet shower, change neozlobimaya,
Neponyala friends and even betrayed sorry.
Forgive and understand, even if the stop loving pet,
Earring alder with the palm of her let go.

And the inexplicable - it does not make sense,
All revaluation should not be in the least confusing,
After all, life does not go down and the price will not rise,
price unchanged to what no price.

... Where I mean? Yes, with that one stupid
cuckoo-talker me a long life practice witchcraft.
Where was I? Yes, with that alder catkin
lays on a palm, and if alive, trembling.

[Balu]

Again visitor to my neighbor
My daughter is sleeping lamp is lit
The joy on his face
Glass scratching branches
In poured a glass of cognac
With svidanitsem
It seems to be where the new crockery
But a neighbor that cares guest
That will correct tablecloth
Then breathe out of place
That did not hesitate to sharp knives
He divorced man
And she is divorced
What is there to say
Century official rules us and not their fault
No one to blame
He was the first to be proud was solid
Well, God be his judge
Yes would still be alive
Square foliage changes
My daughter is growing up
And nothing that is not sharpened knives
Smells like a pillowcase with snow
Somewhere dripping water
Cloak hanging in the corner
At the Moscow sky fell
And green star late taxi
Far from the gangways
Do not leave today
He could just stay and let live
It's not so vexed can live harmoniously b
Oh, I have been given the bloody knives
Oh, how sleep the morning of winter
In the wind lantern whines
Yellow hole
Lantern dreamed of showers
Now he is awake
Everything creaks time to time to time
The light will merge into a crack
The door quietly clicks
Elevator obediently count down the floors
The snow will fall in the morning
And not even bad
The fact that the house
Not sharpened knives
Snow in the morning lie
And not even bad
The fact that the house
Not sharpened knives