Songs for Saturday: Something different

I'm starting this post with, really, no idea of what I'm going to write about. I figure that after two weeks you're probably tired of "1952 Vincent Black Lightning" even if I'm not. And I was considering doing a Father's Day post with two of my songs, but apparently I used those two years ago, and anyway Fathers' Day was last week.

Then I got to thinking that I'm feeling kind of old right now. So that suggests a certain song by Pete Seeger: Weavers Re-union Concert - "Get up and go". The intro, from 1980, is painfully appropriate.

Folks more familiar with the version on Pete's album may notice that they've changed the ending of the first verse, which was originally

My ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup My eyes on the table until I wake up.

The Lookingglass Folk version takes those lines in a slightly different direction, so here you go:

Get Up and Go Anon, music Copyright 1964 Pete Seeger How do I know my youth is all spent? My get up and go has got up and went But in spite of it all, I'm able to grin And think of the places my get up has been Old age is golden, so I've heard said But sometimes I wonder as I crawl into bed With my eyes on the table, my teeth in a cup My brain in a hard drive until I wake up As sleep dims my vision, I say to myself Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf? But though nations are warring and business is vexed I'll still stick around to see what happens next How do I know my youth is all spent? My get up and go has got up and went But in spite of it all, I'm able to grin And think of the places my get up has been When I was young, my slippers were red I could kick up my heels right over my head When I was older my slippers were blue But still I could dance the whole night thru Now I am old, my slippers are black I huff to the store and I puff my way back But never you laugh, I don't mind at all I'd rather be huffing than not puff at all How do I know my youth is all spent? My get up and go has got up and went But in spite of it all, I'm able to grin And think of the places my get up has been I get up each morning and dust off my wits Open the paper and read the obits If I'm not there, I know I'm not dead So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed How do I know my youth is all spent? My get up and go has got up and went But in spite of it all, I'm able to grin And think of the places my get up has been