If you could read my mind | Gordon Lightfoot | Musica in Classe | Tuesday 10th September 2013

Musica in Classe: Tuesday 10th September2013
2130-2200 Italian time | 2030-2100 UK time | 1230-1300 SL time|
Italian Mood, Second Life (IM me for a TP if you get lost!)

Thanks to Lyndy Enoch, joint-owner and fantastic DJ at my ‘regular’ SL haunt ‘The Crow Bar’, for including this beautiful, poignant song written by Gordon Lightfoot about the break up of his first marriage. Fairly easy chords and meaningful words make it an obvious choice for our ‘Musica in Classe’ on Tuesday. Come prepared to sob your heart out as we read the verses aloud to improve our English – whether because you are moved by the song or distressed by the way we ruin it …!!! (I have splashed out and bought a box of tissues for us all… aren’t I generous?!)

If You Could Read My Mind, ©1969 by Gordon Lightfoot

If you could read my mind, love,
What a tale my thoughts could tell.
Just like an old time movie,
‘Bout a ghost from a wishing well.
In a castle dark or a fortress strong,
With chains upon my feet.
You know that ghost is me.
And I will never be set free
As long as I’m a ghost that you can’t see.

If I could read your mind, love,
What a tale your thoughts could tell.
Just like a paperback novel,
The kind the drugstores sell.
Then you reached the part where the heartaches come,
The hero would be me.
But heroes often fail,
And you won’t read that book again
Because the ending’s just too hard to take!

I’d walk away like a movie star
Who gets burned in a three way script.
Enter number two:
A movie queen to play the scene
Of bringing all the good things out in me.
But for now, love, let’s be real;
I never thought I could feel this way
And I’ve got to say that I just don’t get it.
I don’t know where we went wrong,
But the feeling’s gone
And I just can’t get it back.

If you could read my mind, love,
What a tale my thoughts could tell.
Just like an old time movie,
‘Bout a ghost from a wishing well.
In a castle dark or a fortress strong.
With chains upon my feet.
But stories always end,
And if you read between the lines,
You’d know that I’m just tryin’ to understand
The feelin’s that you lack.
I never thought I could feel this way
And I’ve got to say that I just don’t get it.
I don’t know where we went wrong,
But the feelin’s gone
And I just can’t get it back!

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