Play the song

I’m not sure if this fits the dverse theme. It’s not the Waterboys, but it’s a sort of song.


Something in the wind tonight

Plays music with the wild starlight,

As I listen to the planets’ roar,

On this misty foreign shore,

And though I look I’ll never find

The lost and faded left behind.


So play the song and play it loud

Lift up your voices, heads unbowed.


Sing me a song of yesteryear,

That’s what they call the sadness drear

That comes with distance and regret,

The places, people we forget,

The memories now tucked away,

Pictures of those who couldn’t stay.


So play the song and play it loud,

Lift up your voices, heads unbowed.


These ghosts that drift and never sleep,

That whisper stories, make us weep,

Are better far, were better days

Than this cold-hearted, bullet-blaze

Where children die for want of love.

Will it return, was it ever sent,

That mystic, spotless, hopeless dove?


So play the song and play it loud

And wear its lament like a shroud.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

92 thoughts on “Play the song”

  1. Lovely song and sad. I didn’t even listen to the Waterboys as too often songs put things in my head that are copied of the songs. I prefer to think on my own. This is lovely lament Jane and far too true.

  2. I really like the soulful feeling of this one. Celebrate while we are here. We will soon be forgotten. Wishing for better days … the dove sent ? and will it ever return?? Great lines.

  3. It is a soulful lament indeed and the rhyme running through it carries us away to better days…some say nostalgia ain’t what it used to be but what would they kn ow? I might see if I can throw a few chords and a melody at this with your permission.

      1. I wonder if past can be compared to present. It can be analysed but unlike the present can it be judged, as times always changes?

      2. I don’t suppose other animals judge either. They might be able to make decisions on what they remember happened in the past. We do judge the past by our present standards, and as you say, things aren’t the same.

      3. But why judge it at all. Is it because we are a species who keeps records, physical I mean. There is now a demand to not judge history, but study it like events. That’s is you can observe and give subjective opinions, but not judge the event itself. I don’t think that’s possible.

      4. I think it probably depends why you want to judge. It makes me think of the demands by some African diaspora groups for reparation for their great great great grandparents being bought and sold as slaves. I’d say that’s a good example of not being able to judge the people of the past in our own lights.

  4. A definite song, Jane. I had an image in my head of a crowd of people singing it. 🙂 Lovely, sad, and a bit defiant.

    Too many horrible things going on now and too many people who don’t want to stop them. (Though I don’t think the good old days ever existed, but we’ve developed more ways to kill and more ways to hurt our environment, and the means to share all the news right away.)

    1. That’s exactly what I’ve just commented to Walter. I can’t believe that people are better or worse than they ever were, it’s just that there are more of us, we’re richer, have access to more sophisticated means of doing harm, and letting everyone know about it instantaneously. And that’s just the ordinary moron in the street. Our leaders know no limits at all.

      1. That is so true, Jane. I really wish we could have one of those Star Trek moments, when a wise captain goes back in time to say “What were you thinking, you idiots?” And saves us from ourselves.

      1. ha ha…you can share…I’d love to get into a studio and bring some other musicians…but that won’t be happening any time soon so go ahead and share x

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