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|    carlbaron to All    |
|    Re: looking for a song (just a few clues    |
|    02 Dec 07 23:28:38    |
      465c8917       From: c.b.baronSPAM@FREEatt.net              oscars2212 wrote:       > Hi all. I am looking for the name of a song that I heard (in an       > anthropologie store actually). It is a female singer, very simple       > song (not a lot of instruments). She is singing about the months of       > the year, autumn months specifically I think. For instance one line       > of the lyrics she was singing about the "paths in september"... The       > refrain sings about November. Possibly on a "various artists" album       > with Nick Drake, as his song was the next to play.       Could it be?       The "September Song" is an American pop standard composed by Kurt Weill,       with lyrics by Maxwell Anderson. It was introduced by Walter Huston in       the 1938 Broadway musical Knickerbocker Holiday, and has since been       recorded by numerous singers and instrumentalists. It was used as the       credits music in the television series May to December (a quote from the       opening line of the song).              When I was a young man courting the girls       I played me a waiting game       If a maid refused me with tossing curls       I'd let the old Earth make a couple of whirls       While I plied her with tears in lieu of pearls       And as time came around she came my way       As time came around, she came              When you meet with the young girls early in the Spring       You court them in song and rhyme       They answer with words and a clover ring       But if you could examine the goods they bring       They have little to offer but the songs they sing       And the plentiful waste of time of day       A plentiful waste of time                     Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December       But the days grow short when you reach September       When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame       One hasn't got time for the waiting game              Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few       September, November       And these few precious days I'll spend with you       These precious days I'll spend with you              Carl              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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