In The Year of 66
¶ 1
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In the year of 66
glad to be alive
mirrors on my Vespa
TV 175
we were tasting freedom
school was long and gone
working in the city
trying to find our song
and I get misty-eyed sometimes
thinking back to then
and days when England triumphed….
will we see them again?
¶ 2
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Motown on the player
Soul to R & B
from a Mod to Hippy
hanging at the Scene*
Otis Redding James Brown
Dylan called the tune
Four Tops and Temptations
in my bed-sit room..
nights at the Flamingo*
Georgie Fame would play
all night at La Discotheque*
and home at break of day
Beatles played their last live gig
change was coming soon
King’s Road boutiques blasting out
‘Sunny Afternoon’
Summer in the city
magic in the air
fever grew as we got through
excitement ev’rywhere
and we were part of something
a simpler People’s Game
and scenes we saw in sixty six…
will we see them again?
¶ 3
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players on our level
we were working class
rattles hats rosettes and scarves
in that long gone past
poetry in motion
ran throughout the team
as a nation held its breath
caught up in the dream…
Bobby Charlton’s bursting runs
Stiley’s toothless grin..
watching on the black and white
as Hursty banged them in ~
still as clear as yesterday
here inside my head
diff’rent days and diff’rent times
diff’rent lives we led
and in the street we shared it all
from bomb sites to the park
World Cup matches with our mates
there til after dark
something oh so special
fifty years ago
we were young and having fun
but old enough to know
the moments that we went through
we grasped them with both hands
there before our ‘teles’
right across the land….
and i still get that feeling
the wonder tinged with pain
and scenes we saw in sixty six….
will we see them again?
I did nick/adapt one line here from a song by Jackson Browne (Barricades of Heaven) where he sings about being in his first band,”I was just trying to find my song” .
It perfectly describes our search. Not just to find ourselves in life, maybe even in a musical way, but on the page or stage – as we search and experiment to find our own writing style.