Mrs Brown you've got a Lovely Daughter
Oct. 14th, 2005 10:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
charliesmumThis morning I caught the end of a 1968 'Rock N Roll' movie starring Herman's Hermits! Called, wait for it, Mrs Brown You've Got a Lovely Daughter. In a surprising twist, the Mrs Brown in question was a dog. I don't know, it was the 60's, what do you expect?
The bit I caught included this song called "The World is for the Young", and I found to be a rather touching little ditty, especially since I've been feeling my age a bit lately.
The song is sung by "Gloria" who was Herman's Grandmother or something. He called her Gloria, but the otehr lads called her Gran, so I was a bit confused. Tulip is the blond next-door who I suppose had an unrequited crush on Herman, and Mr and Mrs Brown...well, I am not sure what their role was in the movie, but they were comfortably middle aged people in a posh house.
Anywhoodle, here are the song lyrics: Gloria: Looking in the mirror last night,
my grey hair turned to black.
looking in the mirror last night
pleasant memories came back.
Why, I remember back when I was seventeen
and all the things I wanted to do
the world was new.
Tulip: The world is for the young
c'mon, we're on our way.
it’s a wonderful place.
what we done and what we're going to do.
then we'll have changed its face.
Mr Brown: Searching through some papers last night
a sweet scent filled the air.
it came from the letter I found
and a lock of dark hair.
It belonged to a girl who was in love with me.
and she written that without me, she'd die.
Mrs Brown: I wonder why?
*laughs*
Mrs Brown: Looking through an album last night
I came across a snap.
That showed a handsome youth
with a girl sitting on his lap.
"Valentino?" I thought, with his sleeked black hair,
and Mary Pickford was on his knee.
But it was me!
*laughs*
Mr & Mrs: The world is for the young
but they'll soon find out
when they come to explore,
the strange new lands of experience.
but we've been there before.
Mr: Trying to recapture the past
only makes me regret.
the passing of an age and all the people that I’ve met.
Gloria: A ride on a tram on the upper deck,
with a boy with a Fairbanks mustache.
We were so rash.
All: The world is for the young
it was always so.
Mr, Mrs, Gloria: It's not ours anymore
But, they'll find out when they follow us.
'cause we've been there before.
And now the people who wrote that song are the elders looking back on their own youth, hopefully with a nostalgic smile rather than longing and regret.
I keep wanting to do a book of stories of people who live where my parents live - it's one of those active adult communities, and whenever my mom and dad talk about their friends, I think about how many stories they must have, and how easy it is to forget that old people were young and stupid once, too. I'd call the book 'Well Seasoned' (because the place they live is called The Four Seasons...get it?) and I thought I could break it down into sections - dating, first jobs, unusual accomplishments, embarrassing memories, etc.
I'm just not sure how to go about it. I'd like to get a publisher or someone interested first, so I could tell people it was actually happening, because they'd be more apt to talk if they thought it was actually going to be a book, rather than a pipe dream.
Meanwhile, I've got Herman's Hermit songs stuck in my head now.
The bit I caught included this song called "The World is for the Young", and I found to be a rather touching little ditty, especially since I've been feeling my age a bit lately.
The song is sung by "Gloria" who was Herman's Grandmother or something. He called her Gloria, but the otehr lads called her Gran, so I was a bit confused. Tulip is the blond next-door who I suppose had an unrequited crush on Herman, and Mr and Mrs Brown...well, I am not sure what their role was in the movie, but they were comfortably middle aged people in a posh house.
Anywhoodle, here are the song lyrics: Gloria: Looking in the mirror last night,
my grey hair turned to black.
looking in the mirror last night
pleasant memories came back.
Why, I remember back when I was seventeen
and all the things I wanted to do
the world was new.
Tulip: The world is for the young
c'mon, we're on our way.
it’s a wonderful place.
what we done and what we're going to do.
then we'll have changed its face.
Mr Brown: Searching through some papers last night
a sweet scent filled the air.
it came from the letter I found
and a lock of dark hair.
It belonged to a girl who was in love with me.
and she written that without me, she'd die.
Mrs Brown: I wonder why?
*laughs*
Mrs Brown: Looking through an album last night
I came across a snap.
That showed a handsome youth
with a girl sitting on his lap.
"Valentino?" I thought, with his sleeked black hair,
and Mary Pickford was on his knee.
But it was me!
*laughs*
Mr & Mrs: The world is for the young
but they'll soon find out
when they come to explore,
the strange new lands of experience.
but we've been there before.
Mr: Trying to recapture the past
only makes me regret.
the passing of an age and all the people that I’ve met.
Gloria: A ride on a tram on the upper deck,
with a boy with a Fairbanks mustache.
We were so rash.
All: The world is for the young
it was always so.
Mr, Mrs, Gloria: It's not ours anymore
But, they'll find out when they follow us.
'cause we've been there before.
And now the people who wrote that song are the elders looking back on their own youth, hopefully with a nostalgic smile rather than longing and regret.
I keep wanting to do a book of stories of people who live where my parents live - it's one of those active adult communities, and whenever my mom and dad talk about their friends, I think about how many stories they must have, and how easy it is to forget that old people were young and stupid once, too. I'd call the book 'Well Seasoned' (because the place they live is called The Four Seasons...get it?) and I thought I could break it down into sections - dating, first jobs, unusual accomplishments, embarrassing memories, etc.
I'm just not sure how to go about it. I'd like to get a publisher or someone interested first, so I could tell people it was actually happening, because they'd be more apt to talk if they thought it was actually going to be a book, rather than a pipe dream.
Meanwhile, I've got Herman's Hermit songs stuck in my head now.
