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General => General Discussion => Topic started by: Taz64 on May 25, 2013, 07:52:07 PM
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Long ago and far away, in a land that time forgot,
Before the days of Dylan , or the dawn of Camelot.
There lived a race of innocents, and they were you and me,
For Ike was in the White House in that land where we were born,
Where navels were for oranges, and Peyton Place was porn.
We longed for love and romance, and waited for our Prince,
Eddie Fisher married Liz, and no one's seen him since.
We danced to 'Little Darlin,' and sang to 'Stagger Lee'
And cried for Buddy Holly in the Land That Made Me, Me.
Only girls wore earrings then, and 3 was one too many,
And only boys wore flat-top cuts, except for Jean McKinney.
And only in our wildest dreams did we expect to see
A boy named George with Lipstick, in the Land That Made Me,Me.
We fell for Frankie Avalon, Annette was oh, so nice,
And when they made a movie, they never made it twice.
We didn't have a Star Trek Five, or Psycho Two and Three,
Or Rocky-Rambo Twenty in the Land That Made Me, Me.
Miss Kitty had a heart of gold, and Chester had a limp,
And Reagan was a Democrat whose co-star was a chimp.
We had a Mr. Wizard, but not a Mr. T,
And Oprah couldn't talk yet, in the Land That Made Me, Me.
We had our share of heroes, we never thought they'd go,
At least not Bobby Darin, or Marilyn Monroe.
For youth was still eternal, and life was yet to be,
And Elvis was forever in the Land That Made Me, Me.
We'd never seen the rock band that was Grateful to be Dead,
And Airplanes weren't named Jefferson , and Zeppelins were not Led.
And Beatles lived in gardens then, and Monkees lived in trees,
Madonna was Mary in the Land That Made Me, Me.
We'd never heard of microwaves, or telephones in cars,
And babies might be bottle-fed, but they were not grown in jars.
And pumping iron got wrinkles out, and 'gay' meant fancy-free,
And dorms were never co-Ed in the Land That Made Me, Me.
We hadn't seen enough of jets to talk about the lag,
And microchips were what was left at the bottom of the bag.
And hardware was a box of nails, and bytes came from a flea,
And rocket ships were fiction in the Land That Made Me, Me.
T-Birds came with portholes, and side shows came with freaks,
And bathing suits came big enough to cover both your cheeks.
And Coke came just in bottles, and skirts below the knee,
And Castro came to power near the Land That Made Me, Me.
We had no Crest with Fluoride, we had no Hill Street Blues,
We had no patterned pantyhose or Lipton herbal tea
Or prime-time ads for those dysfunctions in the Land That Made Me,Me.
There were no golden arches, no Perrier to chill,
And fish were not called Wanda, and cats were not called Bill.
And middle-aged was 35 and old was forty-three,
And ancient were our parents in the Land That Made Me, Me.
But all things have a season, or so we've heard them say,
And now instead of Maybelline we swear by Retin-A.
They send us invitations to join AARP,
We've come a long way, baby, from the Land That Made Me, Me.
So now we face a brave new world in slightly larger jeans,
And wonder why they're using smaller print in magazines.
And we tell our children's children of the way it used to be,
Long ago and far away in the Land That Made Me, Me.
If you didn't grow up in the fifties,
You missed the greatest time in history,
Hope you enjoyed this read as much as I did.
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I started in the fifties and know what you mean, but.... :cup:
Waiting for Symon he loves these thread :cheers: :cheers:
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Okay, we must be bush black fella's, as I have no idea of what half the stuff you talked about in there was. Oh, hang on, we are bush black fellas.
Regards
Tjupurula
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Okay, we must be bush black fella's, as I have no idea of what half the stuff you talked about in there was. Oh, hang on, we are bush black fellas.
Regards
Tjupurula
With no TV and only radio in Darwin we were all little blackfellas running around free and had great empathy for being a bitter disappointment to the olds like this 'young' fella at the time-
CHARLIE DRAKE - 'My Boomerang Won't Come Back' - 45rpm 1961 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9AyotLiqJdg#)
We had no idea he was white like us and there was a fair bit of poetic licence and lack of cultural awareness listening to it now, but for kids at the time it was just wicked good fun.
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What a funny song, almost sad if it wasn't such a laugh.
Years ago there were a white couple doing Aboriginal art, which I take as a compliment. If someone has to copy someone elses art to make a coin, they are telling me that their own creativity is non existent.
Tjupurula
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.... they are telling me that their own creativity is non existent.
Tjupurula
Well not quite Tjupurula but certainly getting there in a hurry :'(
http://blogs.news.com.au/dailytelegraph/timblair/index.php/dailytelegraph/comments/race_to_the_bottom/ (http://blogs.news.com.au/dailytelegraph/timblair/index.php/dailytelegraph/comments/race_to_the_bottom/)
And when I was growing up they called them toilets not 'gender spaces' and you didn't hang about in them like some-
http://www.latrobe.edu.au/news/articles/2012/opinion/womens-toilets-writing-is-on-the-wall (http://www.latrobe.edu.au/news/articles/2012/opinion/womens-toilets-writing-is-on-the-wall)
I think they call it upmarket sit down money ::)