computers computers computers....waves waves waves...
This evening it is likely that I will meet with a Canadien relative who I haven't seen since I was a kid. She sent an email to a brother who sent my email to her. She's on a tour of Italy. This will be the 4rth time cousins have visited me in Italy.
Cute. Beanhead has an account with facebook and received a message from her grandmother's husband's grandson, her, uh, step cousin? Only when she received the message she didn't know who he was, nor how he knew of her, having never met him. He explained the relationship and now she is finding her other step cousins through the net.
I've written lyrics to 3 songs now..BUT I'm AWFULLY shy about posting them here-being hyper self critical and all/ that and with out the instrumental accompaniment they just seem, well, AWFULLY stupid (and short too, but one must imagine some instrumentals, various breaks and pauses). What the hay....
Elevator
(brief intro)
Not all the way to the top does it stop at the floor of the
door of my love, well,
Mom said it first, said that love is even worse slippin
down all the way to the ground floor.
Doors open wide, doors closing shut…
Kissing you while stuck in here is cause of love not cause for fear
everyday we’re riding in the-
Elevator, going up
it’s elevator, going down
elevator, going in
elevator time….
Not all the way to the top does it stop at the floor of the
door of my love, well,
Kissing you while stuck in here is cause of love not cause for fear
everyday we’re riding in the-
Elevator, going up
it’s elevator, going down
elevator, going in
elevator time….
Pressing the buttons for where we want to go….
(brief fine)
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Gated Community
Sorry excuse for some joke in our lives,
gated community run by some guy,
gated community,
gated communities, run for some time….
Whatever happened to Mary’s sweet lamb?
Was it attacked by a beasty old man?
Are they playing in fields in the sky,
in a gated community run by some guy?
Heaven ain’t heavy, it’s just secondhand,
second to living and second to man,
second to friendships etched in the sand,
second to Mary and her little lamb…
(fairly long instrumental bridge)
Heaven ain’t heavy, it’s just secondhand,
second to living and second to man,
second to friendships etched in the sand,
second to Mary and her little lamb…
Sorry excuse for some joke in our lives,
gated community run by some guy,
gated community,
gated communities, run for some time….
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Unfortunately? At the moment I can't find where I wrote the lyrics for Jackpot Jinx, but Pippo has a copy, so later...
In any case, for me, the end product isn't the fun part; it's the brain storming draining babble that I write pages of to arrive at words or ideas I like enough. One of my favorite things is to take the musical verses to "a few of my favorite things" and rewrite them VERY VERY cynically.
Pippo also recopied an entire page of ball descriptions and circumstances without ever writing the word 'ball'. HAH! I just this moment remembered yet another Ball reference; Balls as in dance balls. What's sad is that Pippo has never seen a cartoon where lyrics roll by with a ball bouncing above them from word to word and so he doesn't know what I'm describing there, oh well.
There are two more songs that don't have lyrics yet.
One will be a structured Italian ballad; rhyming verses ACBC 1st person action description, dialogue, asking, answering, repeating a line with a word or a few altered, 3 episodes, events, versions...3 of SOMETHING. Writing lyrics in Italian is WAY more difficult because Italian words can't have their accents changed and because they tend to have less variety of syllabic structure and word end sound (almost always a vowel).
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