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Balladeer
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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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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
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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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
Gol durnit "Deer", 'bout the only thing thet leaves is indoor plumbin' vs. outhouses! Doc |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
smiling at Doc...and humming along with angel...does that count? |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
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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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
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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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
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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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
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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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
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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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
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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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
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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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
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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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
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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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
Hey suthern gal, Welcome to open mike nite, I'm hoping your contribution is metaphorical, or at least in the long past. Doc |
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Balladeer
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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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Titia Geertman Member Ascendant
since 2001-05-07
Posts 5182Netherlands |
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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Balladeer
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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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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
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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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
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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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
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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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
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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Titia Geertman Member Ascendant
since 2001-05-07
Posts 5182Netherlands |
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 [This message has been edited by Titia Geertman (10-09-2009 09:52 AM).] |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
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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Titia Geertman Member Ascendant
since 2001-05-07
Posts 5182Netherlands |
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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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
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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Balladeer
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Lassy, I think you did great. For a free verse expert such as you, to change over to rhyme and meter in such an excellent way is impressive. Nice to see you here! |
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Balladeer
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Dutchie, you are turning into a songwriter! I would love to see the melodies attached to some of these ideas. Oh, in the first sentence, I think you mean alive instead of alife....but it's still amazing what you can do with English, since it's a second language to you. Keep it up! |
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rachaelfuchsberger
since 2007-02-21
Posts 609Las Vegas, NV |
I wrote a song when I was 15, but I can't seem to find it. I'll continue looking. Arana Darkwolf |
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rachaelfuchsberger
since 2007-02-21
Posts 609Las Vegas, NV |
Ok, so I couldn't find the one I wrote when I was 15, but here's one I wrote just over 2 years ago. Now There's You I never really knew, That there was someone like you. I never really imagined, That love could be another language. I never really saw, That love was the ultimate law. (chorus) Now there's you. Now I speak a language so new. Now I see love, the only law that's true. I never really knew, That I could love like I love you. I never really imagined, That I could speak a wordless language. I never really saw, That I could follow just one law. (chorus) Now there's you. Now I speak a language so new. Now I see love, the only law that's true. I never really knew, That my heart was meant for you. I never really imagined, That my heart spoke a foreign language. I never really saw, That my heart overruled my mind's law. (chorus) Now there's you. Now I speak a language so new. Now I see love, the only law that's true. (bridge) Now I know. Now I imagine. Now I see. (chorus X2) Now there's you. Now I speak a language so new. Now I see love, the only law that's true. Arana Darkwolf [This message has been edited by rachaelfuchsberger (10-10-2009 11:11 PM).] |
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