How different is writing songs for children than writing the way you used to? (D. Matthews) "I really don't write any differently for children than I do for adults. If you watch the show I think you'll find that, except for using the word "critters" instead of "people" everything else is pretty much the same. I do ballads, blues, country, rock and roll... pretty much what I've always done. I don't think you have to talk down to kids or talk "baby talk" to them. We've received lots of mail from parents who tell us that even their one and two-year olds are dancing to the music. And, when parents tell me that their children are learning good values and morals from our show, that tells me we're doing something right."
― jack cole (jackcole), Thursday, 21 April 2005 16:42 (twenty years ago)
http://www.chichibu.ne.jp/~keiki/The-Bobby-Goldsboro-Album.gif"See the Funny Little Clown"
See the funny little clown
See him laughing as you walk by
Everybody thinks he's happy
'Cause you never see a tear in his eye
No one knows he's crying
No one knows he's dying on the inside
'Cause he's laughing on the outside
No one knows
No one knows
See the funny little clown
He's hiding behind a smile
They all think he's laughing
But I know he's really crying all the while
How his heart is aching
How his heart is breaking on the inside
But he keeps laughing on the outside
No one knows
No one knows
This funny little clown
You never used to see him around
Without his girl beside him to love and guide him
Until one day his girl just walked away
And to this very day
He says he never loved her anyway
And no one knows
Except for me
Because you see
I'm that funny little clown
See the funny little clown
― jack cole (jackcole), Thursday, 21 April 2005 16:44 (twenty years ago)
tim, i believe the song you mean is . . .
"Summer (The First Time)" (which was in that fucking Streisand movie The Summer Of '42 . . .
It was a hot afternoon,
Last day of June,
And the sun was a demon,
The clouds were afraid,
One-ten in the shade,
And the pavement was steaming.
I told Billy-Ray,
In his red Chevrolet,
I needed time for some thinking,
I was just walking by,
When I looked in her eye,
And I swore it was winking.
She was 31 and I was 17,
I knew nothing about love, she knew everything,
When I saw down beside her on the front porch swing,
And wondered what the coming night would bring.
The sun closed her eyes,
As it climbed in the sky,
And it started to swelter,
The sweat trickled down the front of her gown,
And I thought it would melt her.
She through back her hair,
Like I wasn't there,
And she sipped on a julep,
Her shoulders were bare,
And I tried not to stare,
When I looked at her two lips.
And when she looked at me,
I heard her softly say,
I know you're young,
You don't know what to do or say,
But stay with me until the sun has gone away,
And I will chase the boy in you away.
And then she smiled and we talked for a while,
And we walked for a mile to the sea,
We sat on the sand, and the boy took her hand,
But I saw the sun rise as a man.
Ten years have gone by,
Since I looked in her eye,
But the memory lingers,
I got back in my mind,
To the very first time,
And feel the touch of her fingers,
It was a hot afternoon,
Last day of June,
And the sun was a demon,
The clouds were afraid,
One-ten in the shade,
And the pavement was steaming...
― jack cole (jackcole), Thursday, 21 April 2005 16:50 (twenty years ago)
six months pass...