What’s In A Song? – Volume One on Spotify


Lyrics: Ray Bertram (US)
Music & Tracks: Johnny Hoeve (NL)

 


LYRIC REVIEWED BY AI: The text appears to be a set of lyrics or a poem that reflects on aging and the passage of time. It uses a conversational tone and employs a variety of colloquial expressions, which contribute to its relatable and informal nature.

The text is generally clear and conveys its central theme effectively: the experience of getting older, with all its accompanying physical changes and emotional reflections. The use of humor and relatable imagery (e.g., “twinges in my hinges,” “traded in my boots for some sensible shoes”) makes the subject approachable.

However, some phrases may be slightly confusing for readers unfamiliar with idiomatic expressions or colloquialisms. For example, “twinges in my hinges” is a playful metaphor that might not be immediately understood by all readers.

The text likely requires a reading level around the 7th to 9th grade for a native English speaker. The use of colloquial language and metaphors may pose some challenges, but overall, the themes of aging and resilience are universal and can be grasped by a broad audience.

I woke up this morning and got out of bed
Another day older but nowhere near dead
I ain’t as fast as I used to be
But I’m still footloose and fancy free

My mem’ry is failing, my mind it can roam
But I ain’t quite yet ready for the nursing home

I’ve got twinges in my hinges
And aches in my bones
There’s a pain in my shoulder
That won’t leave me alone

My feet’s gettin’ tender
My hair’s gettin’ thin
God have mercy
On the shape I’m in

I ain’t callin’ it quits
I ain’t gettin’ cold
I ain’t givin’ up
I’m just gettin’ old

Traded in my boots for some sensible shoes
The years keep stacking up
and I’m paying my dues
I still can dance ’til the light of day
Get me my cane and point out the way

Can’t move as fast as I used to do
But I can still keep up with the likes of you

I’ve got twinges in my hinges
And aches in my bones Etc.

I ain’t gettin’ lucky
I ain’t strikin’ gold
All that I’m doing
Is gettin’ more old

I’m not over the hill
I’m not past my prime
I’m just pickin’ up speed
And takin’ my time

And it’s only gettin’ harder
To do what I’m told
I guess it’s just a part
Of just gettin’ old…