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the more they stay the same
Posted by: TSean (---.bchsia.telus.net)
Date: March 12, 2004 06:59AM

If any one can direct me to this poem
the lines I remember are something like this
somewhere in the distance a bird????? followed by another
the more things change the more they stay the same
I hope some one can help in spite of my bumbling
thanx
ps please dont say Neil Peart


Re: the more they stay the same
Posted by: marian2 (---.in-addr.btopenworld.com)
Date: March 22, 2004 09:42AM

There's an Al Stewart song called Nostradamus which has the lines

Oh, the more it changes, the more it stays the same
And the hand just rearranges, the players in the game.

There's also this:

21. Piano by D H Lawrence



SOFTLY, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.

In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song 5
Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong
To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside
And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide.

So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour
With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour 10
Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.

Don't think either is what you are after, but at least it shows someone has looked. I'm sure lots of other folk did too, and found nothing helpful.


Re: the more they stay the same
Posted by: TSean (---.bchsia.telus.net)
Date: March 24, 2004 08:00AM

Thanks for trying
I found a little more
here goes

Somewhere in the distance a bird began to sing
followed by another and 12 months to the day
reveal itself in the same cushion grey light it
always had before
new words and new echoes but the same resonant
meanings they always carried
the more things change
the more they stay the same




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