Sandy And I Go Round And Round -by Iman Lababedi

I am always noting that rock nyc is a blog and not a website even though it axs as though it might well be the latter.
It started life as a quasi diary all about music and on some level, it remains one.
the question is, what can you write about under the banner of popular music and the answer is just about anything.
One of my cloest friends, and next office neighbor at work for years and years, Sandy deBellis, sent me this pix of herself holding a gift from her grandchidren.
Several years ago, Sandy and I would herald the end of the workday by playing Joni Mitchel’s “Circles”. I’ve witten about this before, but as we knock on 10,000 posts, here it is once more…
Yesterday, a child came out to wander
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star

And the seasons they go ’round and ’round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We’re captive on the carousel of time
We can’t return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

Then, the child moved ten times ’round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like, “When you’re older”, must appease him
And promises of someday make his dreams

Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels through the town
And they tell him, “Take your time. It won’t be long now.
‘Til you drag your feet to slow the circles down”

And the seasons they go ’round and ’round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We’re captive on the carousel of time
We can’t return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
There’ll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through.

And the seasons they go ’round and ’round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We’re captive on the carousel of time
We can’t return, we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and ’round and ’round
In the circle game
And go ’round and ’round and ’round in the circle game

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