Single $1
Evocative acoustic balladeer
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #811
Peak in subgenre #94
Author
Alan Kim Cochran
Rights
2009 Alan Kim Cochran
Uploaded
August 28, 2009
Track Files
MP3
MP3 7.0 MB • 128 kbps • 7:41
Story behind the song
Commentary: Tables Turn, and Matches Burn
If you’re going to listen to my music, be prepared for prolonged fits of melancholy.
This is not the kind of song a young man would write – because it takes some time to have this kind of experience:
When you’re young, you will have friends and acquaintances who seem to have ever so many of the things you wish you could have: Perhaps talent, beauty, a desirable lover, lovely children, a fine career or the respect of peers. You pity yourself.
But the world turns, and in the fullness of time…
…you find that those same friends have lost much of what you envied. You may even come to pity them. They may even come to envy you. Ironic, isn’t it? Perhap, even heady. But don’t stand too tall with pride… The world will turn yet again, and once more we find ourselves the object of our own pity, and envious of what others have.
So, if you should envy me now – don’t. Just “watch me, as the years…
Turn, turn, turn…”
- Alan Kim Cochran
Lyrics
Tables Turn, and Matches Burn
© 2009 Alan Kim Cochran
Ever wish that you could have
Lived someone else’s life?
Their fame, affluence, beauty too
‘Had someone else’s wife?
Chorus:
Turn, turn, turn
Turn, turn, turn
Turn, turn, turn
Turn, turn, turn
Tables turn, and matches burn
And smoke upon the wind
And what was only yesterday
Will never be again
Turn, turn, turn
Turn, turn, turn
Turn, turn, turn
Turn, turn, turn
For my life, was always
Green on another’s hill
And all my friends had everything
It seemed that way, until…
- Chorus -
Time can take from any man
All that he can acquire
And chance can play a hand with time
And take all we desire
- Chorus -
And now I stand upon their place
‘Watch others in their tears
And they all dare to envy me
But, watch me as the years….
Turn, turn, turn
Turn, turn, turn
Turn, turn, turn
Turn, turn, turn
Tables turn, and matches burn
And smoke upon the wind
And what was only yesterday
Will never come again
Turn, turn, turn
Turn, turn, turn
Turn, turn, turn
Turn, turn, turn
Turn, turn, turn
Turn, turn, turn
Turn, turn, turn
Turn, turn, turn
Turn, turn, turn
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