Time Was... is a documentary television series that premiered on Home Box Office (HBO) on November 11, 1979. It was hosted by Dick Cavett with each program looking at one decade from the past starting from the 1920s up to the 1970s. The historical program looked at the lifestyles and society during the various periods of time. The series was followed up with two other HBO documentary series hosted by Cavett, Remember When and Yesteryear.
Charles Parker, Jr. (August 29, 1920 – March 12, 1955), also known as Yardbird and Bird, was an American jazz saxophonist and composer.
Parker acquired the nickname "Yardbird" early in his career and the shortened form, "Bird", which continued to be used for the rest of his life, inspiring the titles of a number of Parker compositions, such as "Yardbird Suite", "Ornithology", "Bird Gets the Worm", and "Bird of Paradise."
Parker was a highly influential jazz soloist and a leading figure in the development of bebop, a form of jazz characterized by fast tempos, virtuosic technique, and improvisation. Parker introduced revolutionary harmonic ideas, including rapidly passing chords, new variants of altered chords, and chord substitutions. His tone ranged from clean and penetrating to sweet and somber. Many Parker recordings demonstrate virtuosic technique and complex melodic lines, combining jazz with other musical genres, including blues, Latin, and classical.
Parker was an icon for the hipster subculture and later the Beat Generation, personifying the jazz musician as an uncompromising artist and intellectual, rather than an entertainer.
Regina Ilyinichna Spektor (Russian: Реги́нa Ильи́нична Спе́ктор, IPA: [rʲɪˈɡʲinə ˈspʲɛktər], English: /rɨˈdʒiːnə ˈspɛktər/; born February 18, 1980) is an American singer-songwriter and pianist. Her music is associated with the anti-folk scene centered in New York City's East Village.
Spektor was born in Moscow, Soviet Union in 1980 to a musical Russian Jewish family. Her father, Ilya Spektor, is a photographer and amateur violinist. Her mother, Bella Spektor, was a music professor in a Soviet college of music and now teaches at a public elementary school in Mount Vernon, New York. She has a brother Barry (Bear), who was featured in track 7, "* * *", or "Whisper", of her 2004 album, Soviet Kitsch.
She learned how to play piano by practising on a Petrof upright that was given to her mother by her grandfather. She was also exposed to the music of rock and roll bands such as The Beatles, Queen, and The Moody Blues by her father, who obtained such recordings in Eastern Europe and traded cassettes with friends in the Soviet Union. The family left the Soviet Union in 1989, when Regina was nine and a half, during the period of Perestroika, when Soviet citizens were permitted to emigrate. Regina had to leave her piano behind. The seriousness of her piano studies led her parents to consider not leaving the USSR, but they finally decided to emigrate, due to the ethnic and political discrimination that Jews faced. Spektor is fluent in Russian and reads Hebrew, and has since paid tribute to her Russian heritage, quoting the poem February by the Russian poet Boris Pasternak in her song Après Moi, and stating “I’m very connected to the language and the culture.”
Time was when we got along
Time was when we got along
It's too bad, that the feeling's gone
Time was when we could agree
Time was when we could agree
That time's gone, now you find fault with me
I've got time, things will work out fine
Trouble will not wreck my life
Trouble will not wreck my life
Time was when we had fun
On the school yard swings
When we exchanged graduation rings
One lovely yesterday.
Time was when we wrote
Love letters in the sand
Or lingered over our "coffee and";
Dreaming the time away.
Picnics and hay rides and mid-winter
Sleigh rides and never apart.
Hikes in the country and
There's more than one tree
On which I've a place in your heart,
Darling, every tomorrow will be complete
If all our moments are half as sweet
TIME WAS
Jimmy Dorsey
Time was when we had fun
On the school yard swings
When we exchanged graduation rings
One lovely yesterday.
Time was when we wrote
Love letters in the sand
Or lingered over our "coffee and";
Dreaming the time away.
Picnics and hay rides and mid-winter
Sleigh rides and never apart.
Hikes in the country and
There's more than one tree
On which I've a place in your heart,
Darling, every tomorrow will be complete
If all our moments are half as sweet
As all our time was then
Never before have I seen you look so blue
Can't find the cure and nothing comforts you
The light at the end of the tunnel
Doesn't shine at the end of the day
Every time you cry
Save up all your tears, I will be your rainbow
When they disappear
Wash away the pain 'til you smile again
I will be the laughter in your eyes
Every time you cry
Every time you cry
Time has a way of wounding what has healed
What can I say, I know just how you feel
Your soul is dark and troubled
Like a river running wild
Every time you cry
Save up all your tears, I will be your rainbow
When they disappear
Wash away the pain 'til you smile again
I will be the one who dries your eyes
Every time you cry
Every time you cry
Well you know that's what I'm here for
And I will give you when you need more
There'll be no hesitation, I will reap no reward
Written by S. Peiken and G. Sutton
Time was when a man could live alone
A man could build a home, have a family of his own
The peaceful years would flow, he could watch his children grow
But it was a long time ago.
Time was when troubles were few
When there weren't so many people to tell you what to do.
It was a long time ago.
Time was when a man could have his land,
He could farm it with his hands, he was free to make a stand
He could live a life of toil, with his future in the soil,
But it was a long time ago.
Time was when troubles were few
When there weren't so many people to tell you what to do.
It was along time ago.
Time was when a man could have his pride,
There was justice on his side, and there was no need to hide,
The world was far away, there was truth in every day,
But it was along time ago.
Time was when troubles were few
When there weren't so many people to tell you what to do.
It was along time ago.
Time was when a man could have his pride,
There was justice on his side, and there was no need to hide,
The world was far away, there was truth in every day,
Oooh...
Time was, time was
Time was when we had fun
On the schoolyard swings
When we exchanged graduation rings
One lovely yesterday
(Yesterday, yesterday)
Time was when we wrote
Love letters in the sand
Or lingered over our coffee and
Dreaming the time away
(The time away)
Picnics and hayrides
And midwinter sleigh rides
And never apart
High hikes in the country
And there's more than one tree
On which I've a place
In your heart
Darling, every tomorrow
Will be complete
If all our moments
Are half as sweet
As all our time was then
As all our time was
B. Feldman Co., Ltd./ Glenwood Music
I've got to rearrange my life,
I've got to rearrange my world.
I miss you, I need you.
I've got to keep my memories aside,
I've got to try to live again.
Time was when there were things around
To be afraid of.
I've got cause, I've even changed my mind
To turn the tables.
Time was when there was no need to stop
And rearrange it.
Now I've got a memory
And I don't want to change it.
And there's a time for waking up
And feeling down,
It's when you have to pick your feet
Up from the ground.
Time was when I had you around -
I was a strong man.
I need you to help make the change
And be a new man.
Takes more than a day and a night
For giving.
It's not so easy just to change your way
Of living.
Time was when there were things around
To bother me.
The crime was, I couldn't start