"Every time I look in the mirrorAll these lines on my face getting clearer
The past is gone
It goes by, like dusk to dawn
Isn't that the way
Everybody's got their dues in life to pay
Yeah, I know nobody knows
where it comes and where it goes
I know it's everybody's sin
You got to lose to know how to win
Half my life
is in books' written pages
Lived and learned from fools and
from sages
You know it's true
All the things come back to you
Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears..."
(Dream On by Steven Tyler/Aerosmith)
I grew up listening to Dean Martin, Johnny Ray and Cliff Richard. The King was always standing by. But middle of the road stuff like Beautiful Sunday, Killing Me Softly and Mother And Child Reunion were also my cuppa in the mid 70s (having listened to them on New Zealand radio day and night in 1973).
But I began to appreciate Badfinger's Come And Get It and Steven Tyler's Dream On after having been introduced to them by younger college mates who were around me in the 70s. The grounding of course came much earlier from Deep Purple, with their heavy guitar drawl that was metal.
These songs gave me that extra edge for what I term kick music, songs with that extra under the jaw punch. But Tyler's composition was one that I kept in the back drawers of my mind. I never appreciated the screaming man and his harmonica although I like the song.
Now that I see him week after week on American Idol, I thought I'd open the drawer again and take out the crumpled paper that had part of the lyrics of Dream On. And when I read the words again, they made a lot of sense. "The past is gone, it goes by like dusk to dawn" but "sing with me, sing for the year, Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears." Thank you Steven Tyler and house mates.
Image: Google images.
Original article: Andy Lim.
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