The Who – Won’t get fooled again

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Simon and Garfunkel – Scarborough Fair

Lyrics

(At least, a few refrains from the endless ever written…)

Choir 1 Choir 2
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme
Without no seams nor needlework
Then she’ll be a true love of mine
On the side of a hill in the deep forest green
Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground
Blankets and bedclothes a child of the mountains
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call
Tell her to find me an acre of land
Parsely, sage, rosemary, & thyme
Between the salt water and the sea strand
Then she’ll be a true love of mine
On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves
Washed is the ground with so many tears
A soldier cleans and polishes a gun
Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather
Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather
Then she’ll be a true love of mine
War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions
Generals order their soldiers to kill
And to fight for a cause they’ve long ago forgotten
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine

Je te veux

Please, don’t be scared: that’s neither me nor my grandpa. It’s Satie, a late 19th-century French composer (precisely, born in Normandy).

Today I’m kind of sad…because I miss my girl so much and I’m trying to fly high over the thoughts I had in the last days and counting time that divides us from our next travel, which will very likely be to Normandy. And suddenly this old – sung! – valzer comes to my mind: it used to be one of my favourite scores by Satie (with a little effort, I could even play it decently on the piano).