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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.