(K)NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN

There's just something about a young man's passionate declaration of love, even to someone like me who knows that such passion is a fleeting thing that lasts for days or maybe months or, if you're really lucky and say your payers faithfully, maybe for a year or two. But fade it will and only the memory, sweet or bittersweet or tragic will remain. 

A .gif to go along with my Facebook cover and also with the video of the song because I'm too lazy to make it into a music video and I don't feel like arguing with YouTube about copyrights.

Since Facebook Notes don't support .gifs, I had to make it into a video. 

And here is a video for the song. Lyrics are below.  As well as onscreen...

It's easy to do a manual sync. Just click on both videos. Mine is silent. I thought about singing along, but decided to spare you that.

CHANGES by Phil Ochs

A few comments.

Special thanks to Friend Stéphanie Amesse for her great forest pictures. I hope she approves of my season-changing of them. They work perfectly. I enjoy using pictures that don't come from Google. Originals are always fresher and more fun.

I also thank Friend Lindsey Wiggers who will probably laugh at my again using her white bird. It's q wonderful picture and quite unique.

My last acknowledgment goes to Friend Ravi Singh Gill for his much-used-by-me photograph of the Himalaya Mountains taken by him returning from a mission of mercy for KhalsaAidsome years ago.

Most of the other pictures are originals by me, although I did fall back on a few public domain pictures from Google. The birdhouse is in the yard of a friend in my old neighborhood. The flowers were also from there and manipulated by Photoshop and me. The picture at the end is the one, most surprisingly to me, that is by far the most popular of my attempts at art. The title is
"And in those days when shone the sun."

I am tempted to write about Phil Ochs. He called himself a"singing journalist" and is mostly known for his so-called protest songs, but he did write some others like "Changes," "When I'm Gone," (lyrics on screen) and a personal favorite of mine about upper-middle-class life in Los Angeles in the late1960s, "Bach, Beethoven, Mozart, and Me." Here is the life of the USA Bourgeoisie, in caseanyone wantsto know.

Here are the lyrics to the last song listed.

Every morning at the dawn dust is in the air

Karen rises early, runs brushes through her hair

Then she buys the paper, I lay on my back

Then she feeds the monkey, then she feeds the cat

I'll talk, I'll talk they live by the sea
Surrounded by a cemetery
If you get tired come up for some tea
With Bach, Beethoven, Mozart, and me
Frances is the next to rise
Powders up her nose
She's working for the tailor

Makes the western clothes
Andy drives a sports car
To the Warner Brothers ghost
He used to live in England
Now he loves the coast (chorus)
Some times a friend comes by
To sing the latest song

But David fights with Susan
Nobody gets along
Every other Sunday
It's time to make a call
Judy has a barbecue
Play the volleyball
In the evening When the sun goes down
The streets are all aglow

We walk out on the hillside
City shines below
We sit down for our supper
The news begins to play
Walter he is speechless
Eric speaks cliches
Andy plays a cricket game

Frances holds a glass
Karen reads and darns a dress
I dream of the past
Dark is spreading up now
Good evening, good night
Karen turns the bed sheet
She's turning out the light
Bach, Beethoven, Mozart, and me

Written by Phil Ochs • Copyright © Universal Music Publishing Group

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