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A Song is an expression of a poet's personal emotions, meant to be sung.  Lyrics in a song contain
verses (lines that make up a song; sung poem) and a chorus (a repeating verse in a song (refrain).

So...let's see a song! Any choice of meter and syllable count is acceptable. Don't forget the chorus!! (hound dogs, pickup trucks and gun racks are not acceptable, Moose!)
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Here are some simple lyrics to a song that I wrote 25 years ago! It was kinda cool how I played my guitar to sound like the rhythm of a train rolling down the tracks.

Born A Poor Boy   (Lyrics)

I was born a poor boy,
down by the railroad tracks.
Everywhere I’d go,
I’d hear the whistle blow
~ and I won’t be goin’ back. NO...no!
No I won’t be goin’ back, goin' back, goin' back...

I never had no money.
I was poor all of my days
~ Not a dollar or a dime,
nor a nickel was mine
~ But I’m gonna change my ways. Mm...Mm.
Yes I‘m gonna change my ways.
~ Yes I am!  Yes I am!  Yes I am!

One by one my friends were gone
to seek fortune and fame,
One day I turned around
~ Everyone was gone
and I never saw them again. No...No!
No I never saw them again.
~ NO...no...  NO...no...  NO...no...

I knew I had no future
in this God-forsaken town.
~ So I grabbed the morning train.
I head out in the rain
and I won’t be comin’ back. NO...no! NO...no!
No I won’t be comin’ back.
~ No I won't, no I won't, no I won't.

For years I searched to find my self
but nowhere did I belong.
New places came and went
but I was still Hell-bent
to keep a movin’ on. Mmm...mm.
To keep a movin’ on.
~ Movin’ on!  Movin’ on!  Movin’ on!

I finally made something of me
~ a respectable kind of guy.
Got a job, a wife and kids
~ No longer on the skids.
Gonna live life ‘til I die. Mm...mm.
Gonna live life ‘til I die.
~ ‘Til I die!  ‘Til I die!  ‘Til I die!

I was born a poor boy
down by the railroad tracks.
Everywhere I’d go,
I’d hear the whistle blow
and I never did go back. NO...no!
No I never did go back.
~ NO...no!  NO...no!  NO...no!

LLD


[This message has been edited by Earth Angel (10-06-2009 02:20 AM).]

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Gol durnit "Deer", 'bout the only thing thet leaves is indoor plumbin' vs. outhouses!
Doc
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smiling at Doc...and humming along with angel...does that count?
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4 posted 10-06-2009 01:14 PM       View Profile for Earth Angel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Earth Angel's Home Page   View IP for Earth Angel

Doctor, you could turn anything into a song! You are quite a versatile moose. "Outhouses"??? ~ Now there's a thought!

Martie ~ I can hear your sweet voice humming all the way up here in Canada!

to each of you!

Linda
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Perhaps you were thinking of something more lyrical, Dear Deer.

Sleep, Baby, Sleep   (Lyrics)

(Chorus)
Sleep, baby, sleep.
Close your eyes and drift away.
Dream, baby, dream
of magical lands so far away.

The sandman’s coming.
He’s almost here.
He’ll sprinkle some star dust,
then disappear

(Chorus)
Sleep, baby, sleep.
Close your eyes and drift away.
Dream, baby, dream
of magical lands so far away.

The night is dark,
but you’re safe and warm
~ All snuggled in blankets
‘til the early morn.

(Chorus)
Sleep, baby, sleep.
Close your eyes and drift away.
Dream, baby, dream
of magical lands so far away.

The journey you make,
you must make alone.
But you’ll awake in the morning
~ Home, sweet home.

(Chorus)
Sleep, baby, sleep.
Close your eyes and drift away.
Dream, baby, dream
of magical lands so far away.

LLD
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EA,
Some nice work there. You're not really suggesting that I would attempt anything as "frivolous " as that are you?
Doc
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I's here to say I's 'bout to sang
about some durn new fangled thang
the wife brought home from home depot
sets in yer house an's where ya go!

Now me, I'm just a simple moose
out in the woods's where I cut loose
with terlit paper thet I brang,
now ain't thet jest the durndest thang

Yo! get down with that Southern slang!

A tidy bowl they may well be
fer wimmins when they gots ta pee.
The great outdoors is where mine hangs,
don't trust them durn new fangled thangs!

Now winter time ah'll be a sport
although I'm a distrustful sort,
cuz' frozen poo, well, kinda clangs
an stripes up all yer underthangs!

Yo! get down with that Southern slang!

So maybe progress ain't all bad
an I sure hope ol' Deer ain't mad
I done my best, played by his rules
hope he don't got it in fer fools

Who sing 'bout plumbin' with a twang,
now ain't thet jest the durndest thang?

Yo! get down with that Southern slang!


[This message has been edited by Dr.Moose1 (10-07-2009 08:25 AM).]

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Sir Moosie Pants, I had to go back fer a second helping, so to speak! Hardy har har!

That was right funny, Doc! Me belly's shakin' like a 'tidy bowl' o' jelly!

Loves 'n Laughs,

LL


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9 posted 10-06-2009 07:23 PM       View Profile for Balladeer   Email Balladeer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Balladeer's Home Page   View IP for Balladeer

Angel! You wrote that first one when you were only 12??? That's amazing!

I like it, and the second one, but with the erratic syllable counts and different meters on the second one I'm having a hard time imagining it in  my mind. I realize that, with songs, the singer can make it sound anyway they want so maybe I'm just not picturing it the same way...good topic!

Moose, youse a little bit teched in de head, amigo. WHo else could take such horrible words and make them sound good???

I didn't see a refrain, though, and please don't tell me you refrained from doing one!
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Just so you know I practice what I preach, here's one I wrote back in 2000...


Missed the plane - missed the boat
There's no train - that's all she wrote
Now I don't know what I'm gonna do...

Broke my thumb  -  can't hitch a ride
Feel so glum    -  my donkey died..
Got no way of getting back to you.

Don't know where my surfboard's at
Roller skate has got a flat..
Got a great big hole in my right shoe...
Propeller's broken on my cap
Some smart feller stole my map...
Got no way of getting back to you.

I told you I'd be coming back to get you
Told you I'd be coming back to stay..
I don't want you to think that I'd forget you
But it's no joke - my compass broke
And I can't find my way!!  

Pogo stick has lost its spring
Got no stick to roll my ring
Red wagon fell apart when I was two.
Stagecoach wouldn't let me on..
Well, that's it...my hopes are gone
Got no way of getting back to you
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Somehow I just knew  you would call me on this one, I'll be back, it's easily fixed.
Doc

Balladeer,
Edit complete, I'm kinda picturing Kid Rock & Jay Zee doing this one. I remember yours from back in 2000, dang how time flies, something tells me we both better not quit our day jobs.
Doc

[This message has been edited by Dr.Moose1 (10-07-2009 08:44 AM).]

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EA: I love both of yours! The last lines of each stanza in the first really set a train's rhythm... I hear the second as a wonderful lullaby. *S*

Moose: I'm glad I'd put my diet coke down so I could type... otherwise, I'd be scrubbing the spray off my computer screen... your contribution is an absolute hoot! LOL Now I know beyond doubt that someone, somewhere will sing about anything! LOL

Deer: Excuses, excuses excuses! LOL Did you interview the men in my life? LOL At least you elaborated on their blunt "No WAY!"... but I've heard that song before. LOL I just like your version a lot more. *G*

And now for the twang...

I never thought I'd find myself over here... the very name of the forum contains one of those four letter words I try to avoid at all costs. LOL But when I read the Doc's announcement... and got past thinking that the doc's had already opened Mike enough *G*... Well... here I am... prepare to suffer! LOL

Too Busy for Me

I needed to know what in my heart I knew
So I could decide what I needed to do
It would rip me apart, but I had to see
Where you might be, when you're too busy for me.


You think that your step is soft in the night
But you stumble around in lack of light
With each muttered curse, my heartache gets worse
You must think I'm both dumb and blind

Your breath reeks of stale cigarettes and beer
You hop around hoping that I don't hear
So I pretend sleep and silently weep
You've moved on and left me behind

I needed to know what in my heart I knew
So I could decide what I needed to do
It would rip me apart, but I had to see
Where you might be, when you're too busy for me.


Lipstick stains your shirt and a sweet perfume
Thickens the air of this lonely bedroom
You mutter a name, but it's not the same
You once murmured into my ear

Too many nights, I've wondered and worried
Waiting for you, with you in no hurry
To come home to me; you ached to be free
I'm granting your wishes, my dear.

I needed to know what in my heart I knew
So I could decide what I needed to do
It would rip me apart, but I had to see
Where you might be, when you're too busy for me.


Last night I got dressed and just drove around
Finally turned on the road into town
Didn't get far before seeing your car
In front of a sleazy motel

I went home and packed up all of my clothes
I had my dreams, but hey, that's how it goes
You'll wake alone before knowing I'm gone
But I'm getting out of this hell.

I needed to know what in my heart I knew
So I could decide what I needed to do
It would rip me apart, but I had to see
Where you might be, when you're too busy for me.
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Hey suthern gal,
Welcome to open mike nite, I'm hoping your contribution is metaphorical, or at least in the long past.
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Hey, suthern gal!! That is really dynamite!! The topic is good, the refrain excellent and the syllable counts are pretty much exact. With a tiny bit of tweaking on the meter, this could really be excellent!

Look out, Nashville....here comes Suthern!!!
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Well, you all did a swell job on those lyrics, very clever. I'm not a singing type, can't keep the tune on tune, so when I try to sing, my own ears are aching from all the false notes my vocal cords produce, LOL. But I tried to write one anyway, although I have no clue whatsoever if music can be attached to it.

Autumn
(very appropiate title, because it's raining overhere for the last 4 days in a row)


Whenever Autumn falls to land in orange coloured hue
She opens up her beauty store especially for you


September is the month of year, when Autumn slowly wakes,
she's turning Summer colours brown, only few weeks it takes.
The roses let their petals flow, on soft wind's breeze to ground,
the mice and hamsters hide their nuts, which under trees they found.
Below the yellow fallen leaves, the hedgehog digs his hole real deep,
he lowers down his temperature, before he falls to sleep.

Whenever Autumn falls to land in orange coloured hue
She opens up her beauty store especially for you


The weeping willows weep some more, when they are growing bold
and men are piling stocks of wood, for stoves to keep out cold.
Soft blowing winds turn into storms, grey clouds appear in sky,
the rain is forming little streams and all the flowers die.
The farmers plough their muddy land, their harvest's been brought in,
the cows lie in their stables warm, soon winter will begin.

Whenever Autumn falls to land in orange coloured hue
She opens up her beauty store especially for you



But.... I'm not gonna sing it!


Like scattered leaves...my words will flow
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WOW, Dutchie! That is really wonderful. Your wording is good and the refrain perfect. A thousand knuffels to you!

(I'll bet you sing like an angel)
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I love these all so much - I am laughing, wiping tears, humming along and coming back for the encores!



Song of the Bull Moose


I see a Moose out in the trees
He has a set of them and these
And seems to do just what he please

That old Moose has some real big horns –
Were over-sized when he was born
He thrashes lots, but they’re not worn,
Just look sad when the velvet’s torn

The Bull Moose grunts and bellows loud
He stands out among Bull Moose crowds
With neck held high, he’s very proud
And never will his head be bowed

I see a Moose out in the trees
He has a set of them and these
And seems to do just what he please

He often is a big old tease
And brings those cows to bended knees
In freezers, cold, he’ll never freeze
But will age with a grunting wheeze

He will grow to be very old
The smartest Bull is never bold
But will remain in colors gold
When hunters come out in the cold

I see a Moose out in the trees
He has a set of them and these
And seems to do just what he please

-

Alison
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Hitch a Ride on Happiness

When lilacs catch the soft of spring,
turn sunshine to perfume,
When bluebirds paint the lofty skies
and heaven gives them room,
  I'll hitch a ride on happiness;
  I'll fly to where you are,
When stardust twinkles from your eyes,
and moonlight gardens bloom.


When breezes sigh across the sea,
wings dream in gilded dawn,
When conch shells echo memories
of an old lovesong,
  I'll hitch a ride on happiness;
  I'll fly to where you are,
When "I Love You" in the sand
is wished upon a star.

When raindrops slake the roses,
my morning's kissed in dew,
When music calls my heart to arms
and all my world is new,
  I'll hitch a ride on happiness
  I'll fly to where you are,
When heartbeat's thrill is time stood still
and I slow dance with you.
~~~~~~~~

[This message has been edited by Klassy Lassy (10-10-2009 02:15 AM).]

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Moose: Thank you for the welcome, kind sir! *S* And it's neither. *G* I can't carry a metaphor and my ex frequented sleazy bars but only the best hotels. LOL

Bal: Meter? Me? LOL I was moaning to my sister (a teacher) a short time ago that pentameter always felt awkward for me... she had me read a few things and started laughing... apparently any meter I might have is stuck right where gospel songs and nursery rhymes left it! LOL I can do syllable counts, even if I do love to lop off the last lines... but meter??? *shudder* I barely understand yards. LOL Thank you! *S*

Titia: That's lovely!!! You may not be singing it, but I hear the melody! *S*

Alison: When I first read your title, I thought you were commenting on my singing voice... and thought you were being too  kind. LOL I can imagine that song being sung around a campfire... with lots of laughter. *S* It's great!!

Lassy: I really liked the sentiment of yours... love the thought of riding on happiness. *S*
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Thank you, Southern.  I didn't find this an easy assignment, but I am sure enjoying what you all have written here.  I think you did well with meter, which is what often is an obstacle for me, and the lyrics are very well done.


EA,
You simply amaze me...and Alison does, too, with the way you put the seasons together... in the Kriell (wasn't it?)  Your songs are always magical!
Moose, thank you for the laughter... There are a few guys in my family just getting back from a hunting spree.  I'm sure they would agree with you, and they've been known to sneak off behind the woodpile a time or two.  

Balladeer:  You always do the forms with amazing mental alacrity and humor, too.  I do not know what I'm doing here, but am loving the reading.
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Ok, one more, geez, I never thought I would do lyrics one day.


Being alive can be a blessing,
which way it turns, is a choice
your choice,
but never forget, to speak
your mind, because all you have
is your own voice.

I see the sunshine in your eyes,
I smell the flowers in your smile,
when I am watching you from here
just know, it's been worthwhile


Falling in love, is a way of life,
it makes the butterflies spin,
yes spin,
the world looks different
all around, but never forget,
don't close them in.

I see the sunshine in your eyes,
I smell the flowers in your smile,
when I am watching you from here
just know, it's been worthwhile


And once your years, get the grip of life,
you are supposed to be smart,
so smart,
but never forget, that living
your life, it can only be done
from a loving heart.

I see the sunshine in your eyes,
I smell the flowers in your smile,
when I am watching you from here
just know, it's been worthwhile


And you're wrong Deer, I sing like this: if you want the room cleared, just ask me to sing and it will be cleared in a minute. That's one thing (among many good things) that I inherited from my dad.


And Klassy Lassy, I think your lyric is beautiful and full of love. Try 'shift+enter' to get some spacing done, sometimes it helps.




Like scattered leaves...my words will flow

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Titia, I would love to hear your tender-hearted lyrics set to music!  Thank you for the tip on spacing, but it's not working this time.  I need to re-enter the poem...maybe that will work.


KL
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Klassy Lassy, thanks for your comment on the lyrics. Sometimes entering some HTML will help too. A [br] for 'shift+enter' or [p] for 'enter' (replace the [] with <>.  It works for me.

Like scattered leaves...my words will flow
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Very good, Alison...destined to reach the top farty!!!

We've seen a lot of moose bull in these parts....huh? you said bull moose? Oops!
 
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