Midnight, not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight, the withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can dream of the old days
Life was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Every street lamp seems to beat
A fatalistic warning
Someone mutters and the street lamp sputters
And soon it will be morning
Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I mustn't give in
When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale, cold smell of morning
A street lamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning
Touch me, it's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me, you'll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day has begun
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Andrew Lloyd Webber / T. S. Eliot / Trevor Nunn
Memory lyrics © The Really Useful Group Ltd., Faber And Faber Ltd. Gb 1, The Really Useful Group Ltd
C.: d.c., why are you late?
d.: For what? We usually meet at this time to write our blog, don’t we?
C.: Yes, but I asked you to meet my one-half hour earlier because I need to get ready for my meeting with the big boss tonight. I must be at work one-half hour before my shift starts tonight for my interview with the big boss. If I do well, I may be promoted to a corporate position.
d.: Oh, yes. Now that you mention it, I do remember now. it’s a good thing I went back to the pharmacy, I suppose.
C.: Why did you need to get back to the pharmacy? Did you forget something?
d.: Yes I did….
C.: What was it?
d.: a supplement I’ve been taking for… a while.
C.: What does it do?
d.: Hmm… oh yes. It helps me remember things better.
C.: What’s it called? (I want to know because I sure don’t want to buy it.)
d.: Let’s see. Hmm… I forgot.
C.: How long have you been taking it?
d.: I’m sorry, I don’t recall.
C.: I see. Well, you probably don’t remember this, but you promised to pay me $500.00 for writing the blog by myself yesterday. When can I expect to be paid?
d.: What’s the name of our blog?
C.: (Oh, boy, it’s worse than I thought. He can’t even remember the name of this blog). It’s called “Cal.E’s Korner,” d.c.
d.: Right. Since the blog bears your name, why should I pay you to write your own blog? Shouldn't you be paying me to help you write the blog?
C.: But you’re the lead writer, so…
d.: So why should I pay you to copy and paste something I wrote? I saw the blog yesterday. All you did was copy an excerpt from one of my manuscripts and paste it in the blog! A cat could have done that!
C.: d.c., I AM a cat, remember?
d.: Remember what?
C.: That’s all the time we have for today, folks. Please join us tomorrow for another episode of Cal.E.’s Korner (now I need to get ready for my interview. I hope the interviewer isn’t taking the same supplement d.c. is, because he will never remember to promote me if he is.)