Song Lyric Sunday: “No Time”/”Centerfield”

A bunch of songs with “season” in the title came to me when Helen announced the theme for today. When I got up this morning, two of them, “Time of the Season” and “Season of the Witch” were already taken, and there was no way I was going to use the morose “Seasons in the Sun,” which is my example of the quintessential EBS Special.

Then I started thinking outside the box, and came up with “No Time,” the 1969 hit by The Guess Who. Written by Burton Cummings and Randy Bachman, it first appeared on 1969’s Canned Wheat LP, from which this version of the song is taken. The more popular version appeared on their 1970 album American Woman; this one reached #5 in the US and #1 in the band’s native Canada. From Winnipeg, Manitoba, The Guess Who, “No Time.”

Lyrics courtesy AZLyrics:

(No time left for you)
On my way to better things
(No time left for you)
I’ll find myself some wings
(No time left for you)
Distant roads are calling me
(No time left for you)
Mm-da, mm-da, mm-da, mm-da, mm-da

No time for a summer friend
No time for the love you send
Seasons change and so did I
You need not wonder why
You need not wonder why
There’s no time left for you
No time left for you

(No time left for you)
On my way to better things
(No time left for you)
I’ll find myself some wings
(No time left for you)
Distant roads are calling me
(No time left for you)
Mm-day, mm-gay, mm-day, mm-gay, mm-day

No time for a gentle rain
No time for my watch and chain
No time for revolving doors
No time for the killing floor
No time for the killing floor
There’s no time left for you
No time left for you

No time for a summer friend
No time for the love you send
Seasons change and so did I
You need not wonder why
You need not wonder why
There’s no time left for you
No time left for you

No time, no time, no time, no time
No time, no time, no time, no time

I got, got, got, got no time
I got, got, got, got no time
I got, got, got, got no time
No, no, no, no, no, no, no time
No, no, no, no, no, no, no time
I got, got, got, got no time
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no time
I got no time, got no time, got no time, no time, got no time
Got no time, got no time

That would have been it from me for today, then I remembered that the Major League Baseball Winter Meeting, when the general managers from all 30 teams gather to discuss the past season and to meet in secret to discuss trades with their colleagues, although there isn’t usually a lot of trading going on anymore, with the advent of free agency. This got me thinking about baseball: it’s the only sport I care about, and it just occurred to me that it’s the only sport whose season is contained within a single year. (True, the NFL regular season is done by the end of the year, but their championships are held mostly in January and February.) This brought me to the quintessential baseball song, John Fogerty’s “Centerfield,” title track from his 1985 album. Since its release, it’s been played thousands of times in baseball parks (major, minor, and independent leagues, and probably Little League, Pony League and American Legion leagues, maybe even at T-ball games) every season, replacing “Take Me Out To The Ballgame” as the most popular song about baseball ever written, even receiving an honor from the National Baseball Hall of Fame. And it was the flipside of “Rock & Roll Girls,” which reached #16. Anyway…

(The official video appears to have been deleted from YouTube, unfortunately)

Lyrics via AZLyrics:

Well, a-beat the drum and hold the phone
The sun came out today
We’re born again, there’s new grass on the field
A-roundin’ third and headed for home
It’s a brown-eyed handsome man
Anyone can understand the way I feel

Oh, put me in coach, I’m ready to play today
Put me in coach, I’m ready to play today
Look at me, I can be centerfield

Well, I spent some time in the Mudville Nine
Watching it from the bench
You know I took some lumps, when the mighty Case struck out
So say hey, Willie, tell the Cobb
And Joe DiMaggio
Don’t say it ain’t so, you know the time is now

Oh, put me in coach, I’m ready to play today
Put me in coach, I’m ready to play today
Look at me, I can be centerfield

Yeah, I got it, I got it

Got a beat-up glove, a home-made bat
And a brand new pair of shoes
You know I think it’s time to give this game a ride
Just to hit the ball, and touch ’em all
A moment in the sun
It’s a-gone and you can tell that one good-bye

Oh, put me in coach, I’m ready to play today
Put me in coach, I’m ready to play today
Look at me (yeah), I can be centerfield

Oh, put me in coach, I’m ready to play today
Put me in coach, I’m ready to play today
Look at me, gotta be, centerfield
Yeah

Merry Christmas! That’s Song Lyric Sunday for December 23, 2018.

The Season’s Almost Over #socs


Logo of Major League Baseball (MLB). (Copyright Major League Baseball, used under fair use)

Baseball season, that is. The World Series starts next Tuesday. Right now, we know the Los Angeles Dodgers are one of the teams in the World Series. The other team will either be the New York Yankees or the Houston Astros, who are tied at three wins each in their best-of-seven series, so they’ll play one more game tonight, with the winner going to Los Angeles to play the Dodgers in a best-of-seven series. The series could end as early as next Saturday or as late as a week from next Wednesday. Then, the 2017 season will be over, and the offseason begins.

I’m only mildly interested in the World Series, since neither the Chicago White Sox nor the Atlanta Braves are in it. They both had a pretty awful season, so they were done on October 1. Right now, the focus of the fans of both teams, and of the other 26 teams in the Major Leagues, is what the front offices of their teams will do between now and the beginning of next season to make the teams better: who will get traded and for whom, what free agents the team will sign, what changes in the leadership of the teams (i.e. manager, coaches, front office personnel) might take place, things like that.

Baseball is the only sport I follow with any interest. It’s the only game I understand, the only one I’ve taken any real interest in. I watch some other sports when they happen to be on TV and there’s nothing else to watch, and I was kind of a hockey fan back in grammar school, but baseball was really the only game I cared about. (Although Mary and I went through a period where we became really interested in bull riding and other rodeo sports.)

So, for most baseball fans, the season ended three weeks ago, and we wait in anticipation for the second week of February, when pitchers and catchers report to the various teams’ training camps for Spring Training. The 2018 season officially starts March 29, the earliest it’s ever started.

I can’t wait…


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