Three Songs/Different Worlds & One Song of it's own World
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Included in this zip file are three pellas with original melodies(Eros, No-one & Escape Plan). I have them as WAV files too if you want. The 4th attached file is the pella for “Submerged”, a DJ Rkod song.
“Eros” - adapted from a poem by Eugene Field with original verses added and inspired by the so-called “art songs” of the 1940s. Escape Plan and No-One are original lyrics as well. Lyrics: Eros is the god of love He and I are hand in glove All the gentle muses sing And follow Eros where he leads And they bless the bard who chooses to proclaim loves famous deeds Him they serve go happily that is why they’re good to me Whether you are sad and blue Or happy in the life you’ve made There is always something else That tugs your heart So I suggest Always give in to your gleanings And be true towards your leanings So when all is said and done You’ll be left smiling in the sun Gentle Eros lead the way I will follow while I may By the path by hill or hollow I will follow fast and free And when I am too old to follow I will sit and sing of you Potent still in intellect I sit and sing and retrospect #2 is an original lyric - “Escape Plan” - has a quasi 1960s feel (a la Donovan?) and was intended to be somewhat psychedelic with sitars, etc. Lyrics: There’s a place to be on the other side of things Not the pristine world of interior design Not as spooky as Alice and her wonderland But not as sweet as apple pie It’s a place that’s real It’s a place you feel Not feelings someone’s made up for you It’s a place of trust Leave ‘em in the dust Try it on for size Its made for you When there’s no-one left in your static world Tyranny of things takes its tell-tale toll Drawbridge over moat Step into the boat Wave goodbye to all that longing Tip the jailer well Hounds let outta’ hell The spacecrafts waiting for you We’ll be blasting off Let ‘em cuss and scoff As we zoom to higher safety When we were just kids We knew everything We were kings and queens, it was our lot But old Father Time Scythed our nursery rhymes Our escape plans we soon forgot pella for a DJ Rkod song, titled: Submerged (click download tab for the mp3 file) Lyrics: Come up for air Come up and breathe You’ve been submerged for centuries Let Lloyd Bridges rest Let Bathysphere’s be Shed air-tanks and masks Resign them to the foamy sea Feel the freedom Clear atmosphere Step onto dry land Let’s get out of here Don’t call Jules Verne In his Chambered Nautilus Let giant squid be 20,000 leagues under the sea Come up for air….. Up periscope Submarines rise Feel the warm sun Dry watery eyes Don’t call Neville Shute Leave him “On the Beach” With T.S. Elliot His mermaids and his peach If Davy Jones tries to reel you in Don’t look back Don’t give in Come up for air…..Come up and breathe….. Lyrics for No-one: You know, no one wants to know you when you speak the truth. No one wants to know you (2x) when you speak the truth. Oh yeah.(4x) Tell lies.(2x) “The serpent was once exalted. It traveled across the land in a spiral. It’s head in the air, the tip of it’s tail on the ground. But when it transgressed, it became the recepticle of the fallen one. And was made to crawl on it’s belly…slithering, telling lies.” No one wants to know you (2x) when you speak the truth. It was neither night or day but a nuetral grey under that oppressive sky. No one wants to know you.(4x) when you speak the truth. Tell lies.(5x) Clothes that don’t fit fall about my hips as if to remind me of that personal shell. That garment from hell is likewise ill fitting. No one wants to know you when you speak the truth. No one wants to know you so tell lies. No one.(6x) Under that oppressive sky, something like a tornado, a deficient brain. (No one!) An albino hermaphrodite worshiped in a cave whose hands spasmodically scratches circles in the dust. (No one! No one!) That night into the tent crept animal-behavior and his sister snake-motif. (No one!) In a hot dry land sandblasted believers tarry, shielded in air conditioned church malls…bank salons. (No one!) Those scaled downed villages of Gothic Disney, Searching, not Norman Rockwellian faces, Nor antiseptic halogen streets. (No one!) Calendars of better homes attest (No one!)as an anthem of red, white & blue. In a final purple melt (No one!) hamburger and bar-b-q. (No one! 3x) You’re left naked exposed to jingles. You’re left barren and bitten. (No one!) Yeah, come on snake get up off your belly and walk like a man. Rid yourself of guilt. Shed all those ancestral hand-me-downs like a desert prophet. Come on people. (Like a desert prophet) Walk naked in the sun. (Desert prophet) Leave it all behind. (Prophet) Leave it all behind. (Prophet) Leave it all behind yeah. No one wants to know you.
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Three Songs/Different Worlds & One Song of it's own World
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