Times they are a changing

Been wandering around singing this to myself for the last ten minutes now!!     Been better if I coould remember some more lines

 Are you having a go

Lads, there's a Private Messaging facility if you need to say anything to each other. Otherwise, be nice.

Here you are Mark - the first couple of verses:   Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone If your time to you Is worth savin' Then you better start swimmin' Or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin'. Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who That it's namin' For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin'.   The whole song is here, so oil your harmonica... ;)    

How about singing this one:  Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.There's nothing you can do that can't be done.Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the gameIt's easy.There's nothing you can make that can't be made.No one you can save that can't be saved.Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be youin time - It's easy.All you need is love, all you need is love,All you need is love, love, love is all you need.Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.All you need is love, all you need is love,All you need is love, love, love is all you need.There's nothing you can know that isn't known.Nothing you can see that isn't shown.Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.It's easy.All you need is love, all you need is love,All you need is love, love, love is all you need.All you need is love (all together now)All you need is love (everybody)All you need is love, love, love is all you need.

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thinks that's the archers in'it Al

da di da di da di da tumpty tumpty toodle

Naw!!!!! I always go rumpty tumpty tumpty tump, rumpty tumpy, oh yeh toodle..........

  You know, there is a publication which ponces about with the title of Intelligent Life. It is published by The Economist.   Clearly it should not be read by the contributors to this thread.

Go boil yer head Fillide....if you can find a pan big enough What's wrong with a bit of frivolity from time to time. Maybe you should come in on a regular basis and tell us when we can be silly and when we have to be serious. If yer don't like it. Don't read it. Why did the chicken cross the road?

Cop a load of this Beeryspice.   Crimson flames tied through my ears Rollin’ high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads Using ideas as my maps “We’ll meet on edges, soon,” said I Proud ’neath heated brow. Ah, but I was so much older then I’m younger than that now. Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth “Rip down all hate,” I screamed Lies that life is black and white Spoke from my skull. I dreamed Romantic facts of musketeers Foundationed deep, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then I’m younger than that now. Girls’ faces formed the forward path From phony jealousy To memorizing politics Of ancient history Flung down by corpse evangelists Unthought of, though, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then I’m younger than that now. A self-ordained professor’s tongue Too serious to fool Spouted out that liberty Is just equality in school “Equality,” I spoke the word As if a wedding vow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now. In a soldier’s stance, I aimed my hand At the mongrel dogs who teach Fearing not that I’d become my enemy In the instant that I preach My pathway led by confusion boats Mutiny from stern to bow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now. Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats Too noble to neglect Deceived me into thinking I had something to protect Good and bad, I define these terms Quite clear, no doubt, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now.   But you got to hum the Byrds version.

I'm not so sure that you have the final verse quite right there, Pilchard...   ;)

Which bit? I spent hours wearing out my vinyl copy on the gramaphone to get all the words to that damned song. I can't do it all again.