Any Old Kind Of Day

Harry Chapin

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Intro: - - - - - - Turning on my pillow thinking kind of strange The color is of midnight in this room The cars outside are coughing and it’s kinda hard to sleep And there?s neon out the window not the moon. And it was just an any old kind of day The kind that comes and slips away The kind that fills up easy my life?s time The night brought any old kind of dark I heard the ticking of my heart Then why am I thinking something?s left behind? I whistled round today and I skipped a footloose jig To the hurdy-gurdy music of the street I looked up past those rooftops and saw that cloudless sky But I keep on asking why My life is passing by And I’m left up high and dry But it ain’t no good to cry So I shrug the useless sigh And I trust to things that other days will meet. And it was just an any old kind of day The kind that comes and slips away The kind that fills up easy my life?s time The night brought any old kind of dark I heard the ticking of my heart Then why am I thinking something?s left behind? Interlude: - - - - - - The night has had it’s laughing When street lights blind the stars So now it’s shedding rain To sing its sorrow (sorrow) It’s time for me to sleep and to rest these thoughts away There?s gonna be another day When things will go my way And there?s other things to say And there?s other songs to play And there?ll be time enough for thinking come tomorrow. And it was just an any old kind of day The kind that comes and slips away The kind that fills up easy my life?s time The night brought any old kind of dark I heard the ticking of my heart Then why am I thinking something?s left behind?

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Cette chanson évoque des réflexions sur la vie quotidienne, entre un mélange de mélancolie et de résilience. L’artiste se retrouve dans une période de la nuit, sur son oreiller, luttant pour trouver le sommeil pendant que le monde extérieur continue d’avancer. Les pensées de quelque chose d'oublié l'assaillent, même dans une journée ordinaire qui, pourtant, semble glisser insidieusement entre les doigts. Le texte décrit cette simultanéité d’une existence banale et d'un sentiment de vide, tout en gardant l'espoir qu’un nouveau jour apportera de nouvelles chances et des occasions de s'exprimer différemment. Malgré les incertitudes et une touche de tristesse, il insiste sur l'importance de laisser derrière soi les pensées pesantes, en attendant avec confiance les jours à venir. C’est un doux rappel que la vie continue, même lorsque les heures semblent s’éclipser furtivement.

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