We have discussed philosophical issues quite a bit.. and I recall that during the 60s a lot of things were changing. During a 'Cuppa with Col'
I mentioned a song which touched me during that period.. my teenage years. I'd never been able to find it since..but Col knew it.. and now..I've found it.

"Let the good times roll" by Peggy Lee.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lTpFUT-lxls

It expresses the dilemna of a world without meaning.

Paul... that rascal who wrote most of the New Testament put it this way.. very close.

If the dead are not raised,
"Let us eat and drink,
for tomorrow we die."[1Cor15:32)

OR.. there is always the equally valid (philosophically speaking) approach of Edgler Vess in "Intensity"

EXISTENTIALISM.. is also well epitomized in this scene...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lyTA3qt4Jeo&feature=related

Fortunately for all of us.. there 'is' ... "more"....

Dear Polycarp,

There definitely is "more."

I agree.

My mum's favourite song of the period
was translated from the Russian,
into English.
"Those Were The Days."

It deals with a more positive
reminiscence of youth
and romantic idealism...

"Once upon a time there was a tavern
Where we used to raise a glass or two
Remember how we laughed away the hours
And dreamed of all the great things we would do

Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way

La la la la la la...
Those were the days, oh yes, those were the days...

Ah, yes!

Fortunately, the divine Peggy wasn't always so dreary.

"I can wash out 44 pairs of socks and have 'em hangin out on the line
I can starch & iron 2 dozens shirts 'fore you can count from 1 to 9
I can scoop up a great big dipper full of lard from the drippins can
Throw it in the skillet, go out & do my shopping, be back before it melts in the pan
'Cause I'm a woman! W-O-M-A-N, I'll say it again

I can rub & scrub this old house til it's shinin like a dime
Feed the baby, grease the car, & powder my face at the same time
Get all dressed up, go out and swing til 4 a.m. and then
Lay down at 5, jump up at 6, and start all over again
'Cause I'm a woman! W-O-M-A-N, I'll say it again

If you come to me sickly you know I'm gonna make you well
If you come to me all hexed up you know I'm gonna break the spell
If you come to me hungry you know I'm gonna fill you full of grits
If it's lovin you're likin, I'll kiss you and give you the shiverin' fits
'Cause I'm a woman! W-O-M-A-N, I'll say it again

I got a twenty-dollar gold piece says there ain't nothing I can't do
I can make a dress out of a feed bag and I can make a man out of you
'Cause I'm a woman! W-O-M-A-N, I'll say it again
'Cause I'm a woman! W-O-M-A-N, and that's all."

What a gal!

And don't forget, whatever you do, the immortal words of Peabo Bryson.

"It's crystal clear
That now I'm in a whole new world with you
Unbelievable sights
Indescribable feeling
Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling
Through an endless diamond sky
A whole new world"

They just don't make 'em like that any more

But seriously, Boaz.

You start off all earnest-like...

>>We have discussed philosophical issues quite a bit.. and I recall that during the 60s a lot of things were changing<<

...then you picked on a drippy Peggy Lee number to illustrate - presumably - the things that were changing.

If you were honest with yourself, you'd acknowledge that it was Procol Harum who encapsulated the zeitgeist with:

"We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
The crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned A Whiter Shade Of Pale
She said: "There is no reason
And the truth is plain to see."
But I wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might just as well be closed
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned A Whiter Shade Of Pale"

If the rumours are true, than it was pure "make it up as you go", far more meaningful mantra than that Peggy Lee song contrived to put across.

The story goes that the individual lines were random snippets, literally cut out of paperbacks, thrown together on a table, and then plucked out one by one.

Now, that's songwriting...

And those were the real sixties.

My fave Peggy Lee song is of course "Fever":

"Never know how much I love you
Never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me
I give you fever that's so hard to bear

You give me fever
When you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever
In the morning
Fever all through the night

Sun lights up the day time
Moon lights up the night
I light up when you call my name
And you know i'm gonna treat you right

You give me fever
When you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever
In the morning
Fever all through the night

Everybody's got the fever
That is something you all know
Fever isn't such a new thing
Fever start long ago

Romeo loved Juliet
Juliet she felt the same
When he put his arms around her
He said Julie baby you're my flame

Now give me fever
When we're kissin
Fever with that flame in you
Fever
I'm a fire
Fever yeah I burn for you

Captain Smith and Pocahontas
Had a very mad affair
When her daddy tried to kill him
She said daddy oh don't you dare

He gives me fever
With his kisses
Fever when he holds me tight
Fever
I'm his missus
Daddy won't you treat him right

Now you listened to my story
Here's the point that I have made
Chicks were born to give you fever
Be fair and have a sense of game

They give you fever
when you kiss them
Fever if you really learned
Fever
Till you sizzlin'
But what a lovely way to burn

But what a lovely way to burn
But what a lovely way to burn
But what a lovely way to burn "

What do you think, Boazy?

That's a pretty sexist song Pericles. It seems she implys she can do all this only because she is a woman.

I always smile when I think of Poly and Col having cups of tea. Though Poly seems more keen to broadcast his liasons with Col than the other way around.

For good lyrics, I cant go past Paul Dempsey, James Mercer or Morrissey.