Intro: that old song I knew so well, “children playing on a carousel”
Wind will sweep the streets that turn and wind,
shifting clouds and lifting the shroud of memory.
Scents and sounds meander through the mind,
like playful dogs ahowl in the fog of memory.
Cogs, levers, machinery is turned,
churning thought that grinds in the watch of memory.
Sense smolders, the scenery is burned,
to stain with ash the grasp of the days gone by.
Once I had a fevered dream
hearing a voice,
speaking through drops of rain.
Lightning wrote your name.
there, on the old park bench
where you whispered sweetly
friday or saturday november 10th
the linden trees beginning in the breezes swaying softly
stirring the leaves swirling colors around
our letters in an old cigar box
could yesterday be so long ago?
younger thoughts
don’t age but stay on the page as years go by
that day, I swear I heard
chirping songbirds singing out those three words
Yesterday day the lightning storm
musical noise
grandchildren rush inside
Henry has your smile
there, on the old park bench
where you whispered sweetly
friday or saturday november 10th
the linden trees beginning in the breezes swaying softly
stirring the leaves swirling colors around
Once I had a fevered dream
hearing a voice,
speaking through drops of rain.
Lightning wrote your name.
there, on the old park bench
where you whispered sweetly
friday or saturday november 10th
the linden trees beginning in the breezes swaying softly
the days, the days, the days, the days, the days, the days, the days, the days, the days, the days
the days, the days, the days, the days, the days, the days, the days
Vamp at end:
voice #1: children playing on a carousel, children playing on a carousel, children playing on a carousel, children playing on a carousel
voice #2: the days have gone, and now they’ve come again, back in my mind, I hear the song again
the days have gone, and now they’ve come again, back in my mind, I hear the song again
the days have gone, and now they’ve come again, back in my mind, I hear the song again
the days have gone, and now they’ve come again, back in my mind, I hear the song again
Shu-do-do-do do-do, Shu-do-do-do do-do, Shu-do-do-do doot do do
Shu-do-do-do do-do, Shu-do-do-do do-do, Shu-do-do-do doot do do
Shu-do-do do-do, Shu-do-do-be do-do, Shu-do-do-do doot do do
Shu-do-do-do do-do, Shu-do-do-do do-do, Shu-do-do-do doot do do
credits
from Arriving,
track released June 24, 2016
Eunice: 5:03 (Anthony Lanni – music, Dan Kendall –lyrics)
Os Clavelitos is an "American Samba" band based in NYC, whose original music combines traditional Brazilian rhythms (samba,
baiao, bossa nova, & frevo) with English lyrics. Os Clavelitos is essentially about coming together to share culture and influences; conjuring an enchanting vista of sounds, as welcoming as a leisurely Sunday feast, abundant with food, friends, dancing, and samba for all....more