Pamela's Poems- Music
Created | Updated Feb 20, 2006
| I am a fan of 50s and 60s music. The My generation website has links to the sites of many 60s artists. Many 60s groups still tour, and I have enjoyed seeing them atSwansea Grand Theatre I have also enjoyed many evenings at events presented by Tony Wyn-Jones. A former Radio 1 D.J. in the early days of the station, he is still well-known for presenting functions, especially in the West Glamorgan area. He is now a resident D.J.at The Strand Bar in Swansea. | |
 See us on a Saturday night when we go out to jive. To sixties music, songs with words that you can understand On records played by a D.J. or live with a sixties band. Todays teenagers at their raves don't know what they miss. How can they enjoy themselves half as much as this? To dance facing a a partner,not just jumping up and down, Without the blinding disco lights,we can see what's going on. A ballroom , with a glittering ball above a big dance floor With room to move about and jive, that's what this music's for. We don't need drugs or tooch drink, we don't get in a fight And we can remember how much we enjoyed our night. A In the summer season, sixties stars all go on tour. Theatres at holiday resorts fill with fans from years ago. Because we've aged together, the stars still look the same As they did thirty years ago, when they first came to fame. Our teenaged sons and daughters think we are quite mad. They get so embarrassed to see their mum and dad Jiving in the theatre aisles ,why don't we act our age. We do.We are eighteen again when those stars are on the stage |
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 You stand there upon the stage A famous rock star all the rage. Besieged by crowds of screaming fans. They call your name, hold out their hands. Somehow I manage to push through. Then I hold out my hand to you. Your eyes meet mine, their brilliant gaze Really puts me in a daze. You reach down and take my hand. I wish you could understand. So many things I'd like to say But you have no time to stay. By tomorrow you'll be gone. Another gig, another town With other girls who wave and call. Will you remember me at all ? Starlight may fade wth light of day And you'll be many miles away. But I won't forget wherever you are, That for one brief moment I touched a star. |
 Music can recall memories Of a certain place or time. Carols on a Christmas day Or a child's first nursery rhyme Teenagers at a disco With its pounding rhytmic beat. Young people, out on a first date, Learning to find their feet. Those in love have 'their tune' Whenever they hear it sung Throughout the years, it's echos recall The time when their love was young. Sacred music in a church, Played on a special day. Joyful hymns at a wedding Sad notes when we pass away. All through our lives there is music And afterwards we're told That even in Heaven we'll hear it. Played there on harps of gold. |
