25 July 2012

It's no secret that I have an old soul - I would feel most at home in the 40s, 50s or 60s....I imagine myself being Rosie the Riveter during the War, kissing my soldier as he returned from fighting, living a quiet country life and living it up during the folk movement during the 50s and 60s. Once of my favorite duos is Simon & Garfunkel - just look at Paul's bangs in this picture!! SO darling. Did you know they started making music together in 1957? I was listening to one of their albums on my way home from Santa Fe yesterday and fell in love again with the song My Little Town:

In my little town
I grew up believ--ing
God keeps his eye on us all
And he used to lean upon me
As I pledged allegiance to the wall
Lord I recall
My little town

Coming home after school
Flying my bike past the gates
Of the factories
My mom doing the laundry
Hanging our shirts
In the dirty breeze

And after it rains
There's a rainbow
And all of the colors are black
It's not that the colors aren't there
It's just imagin-ation they lack
Everything's the same
Back in my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town

In my little town
I never meant nothin'
I was just my fathers son
Saving my money
Dreaming of glory
Twitching like a finger
On the trigger of a gun
Leaving nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town

Nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town