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Written by Max in 1981 and newly arranged for the album Promised Land.
"Tiare Ferrari and I were hanging out in the loft one night wondering when our troubles were ever going to end - when she suddenly said “These are the good old days, Max” and I wrote the lyrics and guitar chords to this song. It was never performed or recorded until now."
Lyrics
I'm not your type, you're not my kind,
and love that's born of this encounter
surely won't endure the future;
and we know that love is blind.
But that's no reason not to try!
but if we tried a thousand years
we could never get it right,
we could never get it better.
And now these days that get us nowhere,
these days of stormy weather,
these are the good old days,
these are the times we will remember!
You're not as old, I'm not as wise,
but even if I'm not your color,
must be something we can fathom,
must be something we can find.
So let's pretend we understand!
it's not as if the world was ending;
it could be a different story,
could be someone else's war.
And now these days that get us nowhere,
these days of stormy weather,
these are the good old days,
these are the times we will remember!
Copyright © Max Carmichael 1981, 2009, 2010.
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