Cropped shot musician artist working on workplace with guitar on hand and holding a pencil writing on notebook paper,song writer concept.I always had the will to attempt writing songs, but not the way.  I really like music, especially good lyrics.  But I ain’t got rhythm let alone any understanding of music.  I  have tried and failed to learn how to play an instrument and I can’t even tap my fingers in proper time.  But, as the cliché goes, I know what I like.

So I thought I’d make a list…Marc’s Hit Lyrics. These are words from songs that have left a dent in my brain, the kind of words that make me say, “I wish I had written that!” There are a tons more than what I have selected here, and even these are random.  And, oh, they are in no particular order with the exception that I start and end with my favorites. Forgive the spacing on this posting. WordPress, my blog’s host, doesn’t  allow you much control of arranging things unless you want to pay extra for their premium package.  Okay, nuff said, here are some lyrics…

       “Time it was and what a time it was, it  was.

        As time of innocence, a time of confidences.

       Long ago it must be.  I have a photogaph.

       Preserve your memories.  They’re all that’s left you.”

                   – Simon and Garfunkel, Bookends


     “You can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes,

       you just might find you get what you need.”       – Rolling Stones


    “…if your time to you is worth saving, then you better start swimmin’    

     or you’ll sink like a stone, for the times they are a changin’.”

                                                                                               –  Bob Dylan

    “So it’s going to be forever or it’s going to go down in flames.   You can

    tell me when it’s over if the high was worth the pain.”   

                                                                     – Taylor Swift, Blank Space

    “You’re in my heart, you’re in my soul, you’re in my breath should I

     grow old. You are my lover and my best friend, you’re in my soul.”    

                                                                                       – Rod Stewart

    “The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls            

     and tennament halls.”   – Simon and Garfunkel, Sound of Silence

And the best for last is a bit of poetry by Bob Dylan that is part of a very popular song, but it is very seldom included in the versions you hear played in public.  I discovered it years after the Byrds sang their abreviated hit version.  It is a great piece of song writing—Dylan at his best, I think—but few people are familiar with it.  If you find the beach your escape from reality, your elixir for solitude and peace of mind, this smidgeon of Dylan should work for you.  So here it is, the final, hidden verse of Mr. Tambourine Man

     “….And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind,

     Down the foggy ruins of time

    Far past the frozen leaves

    The haunted frightened trees

    Out to the windy beach

     Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.

     Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky

     With one hand waving free

     Silhouetted by the sea

    Circled by the circus sands

    With all memory and fate

    Driven deep beneath the waves

    Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

    Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me

   I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to

   Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me

   In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come following you.”



…and one more item for those following my “lecture series” on self-publishing:  Lesson #2 has been posted.  Follow the links @

About Marc Kuhn

I am a retired radio exec. I've worked at major stations in Philadelphia, Washington, D.C. and Miami. That was then. This is now: I've published seven books and this blog thingy. Need to know more? Really? Okay, I bare/bear all at The other links are for the websites of each of the books I've written. I've been busy! Hope you'll stop by and check them out. Thanks for your interest!
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