There I was
Back in the day,
Back to my early teens.
That song took me there,
A song from so long ago
But I knew all the words.
“Come outside”
There I was waiting
Waiting with Mike,
“Come outside”
But he didn’t want me
He wanted his Little Doll.
“ Cause it ain't right
to wanna keep on dancin'
there won't be any
time left for romancin’ “
The song just took me,
Took me back to those times
Nearly sixty years ago
When I learned the Twist,
Learnt it with Gloria.
Hearing this song
And many more of that era,
I could sing all the words.
And there I was in my car
Driving along to these songs,
Singing my head off
And so full of happiness.
“Come outside”.
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I was in the car and as ever I put some music on, this time I put an album of of music from the late 1950s and early 1960s. I could sing every word of them, "Come Outside" started my singsong this da, yesterday in face.
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What you doing dancing while driving?! lol. Good write Gold.
But, oh woe, whoever said to me 'come outside' in 1066? We know what happened.
Not dancing Orchi, just singing my head off.
Andy
It's just amazing how impactibe an era of music the 60s was. Everyone knows at least one song from that scene man.
Very true SC, I know more than one song though - I was there!
Andy
If you can remember then you weren't haha
So they say,!!
Great - yes I remembered the words as well from the back of my cluttered mind and what happened to MS? Must look him up. And right at the end ]Slap and Tickle' haven't heard that expression in years.
Thanks Michael, Oh yes "Slap and Tickle" back in the days of our youth, good memories.
Andy
those rare gifts in life
where with one, invading note
or a passage of text
we're transported, to a Time
long since past
a moment of our lives
we've mourned for already, comprehensively
and yet, just like that
we're back, immersed
in all its youthful glory...
(loved the joy you imbued
into this write, Andy
so contagious)
Thank you Mek, music can bring back such wonderful memories.
Andy
I was ten when my older sister of sixteen taught me to jive and took me to her hangout cafe to dance with all her girlfriends back in 1962. Poetry in motion as Johnny Tillotson sang.
Great to read your post today Andy and I join you on your trip around yesteryear.
Wonderful days d a, you are always welcome on my trips.
Andy
Vintage depicted so well... Kudos!
Thank you Garth, much appreciated.
Andy
You expressed all this really well!!! Keep shining and growing! Stay blessed! 🙂🤩
Thank you CC Most kind.
Andy
1 Good for you AndyI just love hearing music in the car and singing as loud as I can (with a dreadful voice and alone) ....... my husband used to love to sing but only had one note and he would sing "On the Road to Mandalay" and "Old Man River" in one note, deep voice. Didn't actually sound too bad! Old Man River my favorite.
Thanks Lorna, I always have music on in the car and always have done.
Andy
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