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Hi, everybody! The day has finally arrived for the first monthly (we'll see how it goes, it may be the last monthly, as well) Waktausha Wailers Lyric Festival to begin. This thread is the place to post your nominations over the next three days of the contest. I'll repost the guidelines below to refresh your memory as to what this event is all about. Since the festival has begun in memory of Tyler's father, Waylon Williams, I will post one of my favorite of Waylon's lyrics here to get us started--reserving my own comments on it to include with my other submissions later. Outlaw Heroes Rollin' out of Macon Georgia headed for the south West Coast Checkin out seat cover scenery from my bouncin' air ride post All decked out in cowboy gear in a bright red long nose Pete Doin' ninety-five in a fifty-five with a load of swingin' meat I got my radio, a big pay load, and a five gallon coffee cup There ain't no place where I ain't been or a hill I ain't been up Been down and all around this two way ribbon of concrete I know every stop along the way where all the truckers meet They call us Outlaw Heroes, The gypsies of the road Outlaw Heroes, We make the big rigs roll Outlaw Heroes, The ones they love to hate Outlaw Heroes, Can't take a chance on being late When I get half way through Texas I'll roll my window down Flip a dime in the air right then and there and head for my turn a round Drop this load, pick up my freight and put the hammer down Be back in time to catch my dime before it ever hits the ground They call us Outlaw Heroes, The gypsies of the road Outlaw Heroes, We make the big rigs roll Outlaw Heroes, The ones they love to hate Outlaw Heroes, Can't take a chance on being late. c2005 Waylon Williams All rights reserved In his original post, Waylon noted that this lyric was inspired by Ben, whom he thanked. He also asked for suggestions for improvements from anyone according to the customs of mutual support and aid that characterizes JPF forums, then signed off by his pen title, Walktausha. Here are those guidelines again. Hope you post! Skip --- GUIDELINES FOR SUBMISSIONS The guidelines for submissions to Walktausha Wailers Lyric Appreciation Festival are as follows: 1. Nominations shall be lyrics that have already been posted at "Just Plain Folks" by fellow lyricists. 2. Submissions of a lyric for inclusion as a "Walktausha Wailer" must meet the following guidelines: A. It must be the work of another lyricist who has posted his/her/their work at "Just Plain Folks" in the past. (You cannot nominate your own work, only that of another writer or writers.) B. Included in the nomination should be: 1. your name 2. the lyricist's name whose work you are nominating 3. the lyric itself with all appropriate copyright notices as they appear in the original post 4. your statement about what it was about that lyric and/or lyricist that drew your attention, and that you particularly C. Submissions of nominations will be accepted for the first three days of each month, posted on Lyric Feedback Forum 3 at "Just Plain Folks" beginning December 1-3, 2005. D. You may nominate from 1-7 lyrics in a single submission for each month's festival according to the guidelines above. E. All nominations should be marked "Walktausha Wailers" followed by the name of the person making the nominations and the month and year. Example: "Walktausha Wailers--Your Name, December 2005" These guidelines may be tweaked from time to time should we find the need, so all suggestions, cautions, and comments are welcome. Some of you have suggested that submissions be classed by category--rock, country, pop, blues, etc. I think that's a good idea. In certain cases, the original lyricist may have set music to a piece, or suggested the musical setting he/she envisioned for it. In other cases, the nominator may hear a certain style of accompaniment when reading the lyric. I'm thinking it will be best for starters to simply note the musical classification at the beginning of that portion of your post where you are saying what you appreciate about the lyric/writer. We may be able to tweak it further another round. We've established a site for archiving each month's submissions at PoetryPoem, so we can take a look back at our own favorite works by fellow writers as we wish--which is part of the motivation for the festival. The URL, which you may wish to check out and bookmark is: http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?&sitename=waktaushawailers& password=3103310hPy5nNAzg.3103&item=poetry That's where I'm planning on transferring what's posted here for permanent archiving. If you don't already have an online site for publishing your lyrics, you might consider setting up a free account with PoetryPoem. There may be better options others could suggest. Hope to see your posts. Thanks! [This message has been edited by Skip Johnson (edited 12-01-2005).]
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Skip, you are now calling this a contest. ... from your original post ..."This thread is the place to post your nominations over the next three days of the contest."...who's gonna be judging. or is this just a way to breath life back into older post that some of us newer folks may not have gotten the oppurtunity to see? I am very confused by what the goal is with this. can you clarify for me. Thanks. Ken
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also didn't you break your own guidelines with your post? and what genre do you hear? KEN
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Hi Skip,
Got a question, What if I go in here and pull up someones song, post it, and they didn't want their work posted, I'm not saying this will happen, but I'm a little concerned. My daughter says I worry too much, and shes probably right. Emmy
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I was thinking along the same lines as Emmy, Skip. Not so much that there'd be objections to posting on this thread (cause the lyrics are already here at JPF), but transferring those lyrics to another site might cause a sticky situation, unless you get permission from those writers to post their work somewhere else. Some writers may not want their work put on the PoetryPoem site. Not trying to be a downer, Skip; just something to think about. Amelia ------------------ http://www.ameliarosemusic.com/
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Hi Amelia,
Glad I'm not alone here, would be nice if others gave their thoughts on this.
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Good considerations all around. Think this would help?
1. I won't repost anywhere else without the writer's express permission.
2. I will delete any post another writer doesn't wish reposted here at the same forum.
3. I will post an actual sample of what I'm thinking of, and allow reactions before proceeding further. The lyric above is not an example of a complete nomination--just a way to introduce the reason behind the endeavor.
4. There are no judges, except the nominators themselves, who are experts on deciding what lyrics they like, and why.
Let me post an entry, and see if the cake hits the fan with this. If it does, we can either rethink the whole thing more--or simply call it off.
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Skip Johnson's December 2005 Nominations for the Waktausha Wailers Lyric Festival are:
1. Outlaw Heroes
Rollin' out of Macon Georgia headed for the south West Coast Checkin out seat cover scenery from my bouncin' air ride post All decked out in cowboy gear in a bright red long nose Pete Doin' ninety-five in a fifty-five with a load of swingin' meat
I got my radio, a big pay load, and a five gallon coffee cup There ain't no place where I ain't been or a hill I ain't been up Been down and all around this two way ribbon of concrete I know every stop along the way where all the truckers meet
They call us Outlaw Heroes, The gypsies of the road Outlaw Heroes, We make the big rigs roll Outlaw Heroes, The ones they love to hate Outlaw Heroes, Can't take a chance on being late
When I get half way through Texas I'll roll my window down Flip a dime in the air right then and there and head for my turn a round Drop this load, pick up my freight and put the hammer down Be back in time to catch my dime before it ever hits the ground
They call us Outlaw Heroes, The gypsies of the road Outlaw Heroes, We make the big rigs roll Outlaw Heroes, The ones they love to hate Outlaw Heroes, Can't take a chance on being late.
c2005 Waylon Williams All rights reserved
I hear this as a country western number with a good rhythm to simulate the white lines flashing past as the singer roars down the road.
I like the specific concrete details Waylon uses throughout.
Details of Place: *Macon, Georgia headed for the South West Coast; *half way through Texas *where all the truckers meet
Visual Details: *seat cover scenery (great indirect way of saying checking out the pretty ladies from the vantage point of the truck's cab) *decked out in cowboy gear *bright red long-nosed Pete *load of swinging meat (feeling of movement is included here) *five gallon coffee cup (a bit of overstatement, but certainly a visual image) *two-way ribbon of concrete
Details of movement: *rolling *doing 95 in a 55 *swinging meat *roll my window down *flip a dime/catch my dime
There are also numerous other concrete details that turn the ear into an eye, and allow me to ride along.
I also think the third verse makes a great "pay off" at the end.
All in all, Waylon's got a solid lyric here celebrating the life of truckers. I've heard that the best of American music often is written closest to people's jobs and occupations. After all, that is what we spend the majority of our life engaged in doing. I don't know if Waylon ever drove as a trucker himself, but it is plain he knows that challenges, jargon, and free-wheeling spirit of that line of work. I feel I know more about being a trucker after reading the lyric than I did before.
Structurally, he's used a standard format--the "verse.chorus". His end line rhymes are consistent in the verses, and varied when he hits the chorus. His hook is repeated four times in the chorus for solid emphasis.
I also like his attitude conveyed in the original post of being willing to both aknowledge the inspiration and contribution of Ben, and the humility to seek other's input to allow improvement. He's produced a solid piece of writing, and I will miss him as a contributor here at JPK.
2. Universe in a Jar
Little Johnny was Playin' with a Mason Jar Sloshed in some Water and some Blacktop Tar Added Backwoods Berries & a Scoop of Dirt Swirled It All Up & Made..A Little Universe! Yeah, Somehow it Settled into Miniature Suns Tiny Little Planets..WOW..He Made Him Some!
Some were Spinnin' Forwards, Others.. Reverse Johnny'd took a Jar & Made a Little Universe! Took It Home t'Borrow Grampa's Magniyin' Glass Held it Close & Saw a Small Planet Pass There were Miniature Cities..Miniature Gyms & The God in Their Tiny Churches looked a LOT like Him!
"WOW..What's MY Responsibility?" Said Johnny.."All These Tiny People Worship ME" I Made this All Up Awful QUICK, it Seems But HOW Can I Fulfill..ALL Their Dreams? Johnny went out & Opened The Jar Added Extra Berries & a Lot More Tar He didn't Want to make All His Creatures Slaves But they kept Askin' "MORE"..the More He Gave
"WOW..What Is MY Responsbility?" Said John.."Now Evabody Worships Me!" "But I'm Just One Notch UP in My Humanity How Can I EVER Fullfill..ALL Their Dreams?" (INSTRUMENTAL BRIDGE)
So Johnny went & Visited..Less-&-Less Let The Jar Swirl & Solve Its Own Mess The Miniature World Lived on What It Had He'd Look In, On-Occasion, so it Warn't TOO Bad "MAN..That Was a LOT of Responsibility" Said John, "Glad they Don't ENTIRELY Depend upon Me" "I Don't Have ALL The Answers, In All Honesty But At Least They're Still Spinnin' with All Their Dreams"
Little Johnny was Playin' with a Mason Jar Sloshed in Some Water & Some Blacktop Tar Added Backwoods Berries & a Scoop of Dirt Swirled It all UP & Made..A Little ..Universe!
(C) 2004 by Stan Good, BMI All Rights Reserved.
I could hear this lyric as country, folk, or pop.
I appreciate Stan's unique take on the big issues, and his ability to shrink the whole thing down here to allow a model we can see in explaining his observations. I also like the humor that is characteristic of his writing as a whole. As for the mechanics of writing a lyric, he's such an old pro than almost never is there need to comment on his craftsmanship--only to admire it.
A couple years back, Stan posted another of his "lyric of the day" contributions in which he employed a three-part rhyme. That's quite an accomplishment. The lyricist from the Rogers and Hammerstein team wrote his memiors, which I'd had an opportunity to read later. In it, he noted some of what he considered to be his most signficant artistic accomplishments in an illustrious career as a lyricist. His high point in his own estimation was a lyric that achieved a three syllable end-line rhyme!
I think Stan's even better than he thinks he is as a lyricist. His material is unmistakable--posted with his unique combinations of CAP and small case to suggest the rhymn he hears. His wide variety of subjects is also a source of amazement to me. Probably what I appreciate most about him is his ability to make me laugh. I think he's an outstanding human being, as well as a killer great lyricist. He's been at the game long enough he tweaks and twists the formats a bit just to keep himself interested.
I hope Stan is archiving his material, because he's been doing incredible work for as long as I've known him.
3. Strummin' the Strings of My Heart (c)2005 Lyneva Christine Starbuck
I used to walk down that ole dirt road Every night and every day So I could hear the sweetest sounds Of all the melodies that you played
You were just a lonely guitar man Searching for a friend I was stuck in an unhappy world Prayin' that it all would end
I must've walked a thousand miles Just to get to where we are Didn't know it then, but I know it now You were strummin' the strings of my heart
Can't tell you how many times I stood outside your door Listening to your song pouring thru Wishing for so much more
Guess I'd known it all along You were playin' for me When you told me, I could only laugh It brought reason to my need
These days to hear those melodies I don't have far to go Just down the hall from our bed To hear my private show
Oh you were strummin' the strings of my heart Baby keep strummin' the strings of my heart
I hear "Strumming the Strings of My Heart" as somewhere in the folk/pop/conemporary country genre for a musical setting.
Leneva is, in my estimation, one of the best and freshest new voices posting here at JPF's in the past few months. She writes the lyrics, and her fiance (who is featured in this lyric) writes the music. Her approach is simple, direct, visual, conveys emotions and vulnerability, and creates a definate mood. Her storytelling is well-balanced also. In fact, the first few lyrics I read of her work were everything a lyric needs to be--IMO, of course. The structural elements were in good order. In some of her material, she uses unusual end line rhyme patterns, but employs them with the skill of the pro. Simple, yet distinctive material.
I'm looking forward to seeing more of her material in the future.
Skip Johnson December 1, 2005
P.S. I've still got four more lyrics to nominate to achieve my max quota of 7 per festival. Think I'll do them later.
Today I ended up going to three different doctors in attempt to care for a badly abcessed tooth that hadn't responded to two weeks of penecillin in prep for the root canal. The whole left half of my face is still swollen. First dentist couldn't get to the problem since the infection had moved through the bone surrounding the tooth to under the muscles below my left eye. He sent me to the doctor, who failed in an attempt to go inside my mouth and up with a scalpel.
Finally, a third doctor whose specialty is oral and facial surgury took me in on an emergency referral, put me clear out so I wouldn't feel what he was up to, and did whatever he did. I told him if he didn't, I was going to take a razor blade and go through my cheek from the outside. No way I was going to spend a tomorrow like my today had been--even if it meant doing the proceedure myself. Even with five regular dentist sized doses of injected pain killer, the pain was still horrific and about had me screaming. Fortunately, I made it home in the car from the second stop, and Judi drove me to the final of the three stops. I was way past fit to drive...
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I nominate my first song/lyric. It's a comical country lyric I'm assuming. I didn't see that there was music with it but if anyone else knows better...I'd love to hear it. I nominate the lyric solo since it's one of my favorites by Dawg. "Starter Car"
Starter Car © 2004 dawg, BMI
It was big enough to sleep in; sucked gas like a bathtub drain. The headliner was ripped and torn and the seats were coffee stained. The tires were slick and balding; outleaked the Exxon Valdez. Springs were shot and it ran too hot and the carburator wheezed.
Still and all it served me well and I was loathe to see it crushed. Didn't want it stripped for parts or left to sit and rust. So I drove it down a farm road til it gasped for lack of gas then I pulled into a pasture where the motor breathed it's last.
(Bridge) Bowed my head and said a prayer; trapped a rose with a wiper blade. Walked off into the sunset and left it resting in the shade.
(Chorus) Parting's never easy and the sorrow's never sweet. Even though she looked like hell and her springs poked through the seat. One day I'll get another ... it seems to be the natural law. Had a starter house and a starter wife and I suppose, a starter car.
That had been two years ago and I still think of that ride. So today I took a detour and drove through the countryside. I spied it from a quarter mile the same ... yet somehow changed. The shape was recognizable but the rest was rearranged.
The glass had all been taken out and replaced with wire mesh. The trunk was left wide open, filled with crates and new straw nests. There were feathers on the dashboard and poop covered the grill My old favorite cadilac was a chicken coupe de ville.
(Chorus) Parting's never easy and the sorrow's never sweet. Even though she looked like hell and her springs poked through the seat. One day I'll get another ... seems to be the natural law. Had a starter house and a starter wife and I suppose, a starter car.
I nominate this song because Dawg had a way of making a less than attractive situation sparkle somehow. Each of us can probably relate to that "starter car". Mine was something I found in someones back yard covered with autumn leaves and a paint job that was literally painted on with a brush. Slant 6 engine though and a good sticker believe it or not...anyway. Dawg brought back some memories that I didn't much care for back then but appreciate today. Dawg was such a clever thinker and you can almost see him smile when he wrote the chicken coupe deville part in there...knowing we'd all smile too!
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cleaning up the page abit...have fun all!
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I think it would of been best if people expressed their concerns on the other thread before starting this one that kicked off the nomination process!!And yet...you are rambling on with your own comments. Nothing like getting your butt kicked man.Can't speak for everyone here, but the reason I posted my concerns to Skip was to prevent butt kicking. Posting someone's work on another site without permission shouldn't be taken lightly. Skip apparently agreed and changed the guidelines. I can't believe this was all brought up now when there was plenty of opportunity prior to December 1! Point taken, but keep in mind that not everyone lives on the board 24/7 and reads every post. Also, in Skip's post above it states: These guidelines may be tweaked from time to time should we find the need, so all suggestions, cautions, and comments are welcome. Skip put the invitation out there for comments - I don't see him getting all bent out of shape because someone actually responded to it. From what I've read, he's trying his best to think of all the angles of this, so maybe you should just lighten up and let him do it. Sorry to hijack your post Skip. I hope this all works out the way you want it to. Amelia
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Hi Skip,
I apologize for starting this, I was about to post a song, when the thought came to me that this person might not want their work posted on another site, I shouldn't have said anything. Sorry!
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Emmy,
No problem. Nothing we are doing here is more important than the people doing it. That includes the Waktausha Wailers Lyric Festival idea. If it helps, fine. If it doesn't, nothing has been lost. I've done too much Christian street singing to get easily offended. Also, I've raised sons. And pastored some pretty peppy congregations. And taught high school for six years.
One of my students in Hawaii was a girl who about drove me nuts. She questioned everything I said in class for weeks. Then I heard about something she'd done from the pastor's wife of our 1,000 member church in Honolulu.
It seems the girl was over at the pastor's place on a Saturday night, and a Christian radio talk show host began suggesting certain interpretations of Scripture that were not well founded on a topic our own denomination holds dear. My classroom debater decided to call in to his talk show and discuss the matter with him. "I couldn't believe what happened," the pastor's wife told me. "She took her Bible and set the man straight before his entire listening audiance. He would dodge one way, then the other, trying to escape her Scriptural logic, but she kept right on his track and plainly won her point. Afterward I told her, 'That's amazing! How in the world could you do that?' The girl answered, 'Oh, that's nothing. I'm in Pastor Skip's Bible class.'"
Ever since then, I've had a particular soft spot in my heart for folks who challenge my views. Now you're on the list too!
Skip
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Hey All! Not bent out of shape here...just didn't feel like Skip was being respected for what he was trying to do.
I have another nomination if this is still on Skip? Been doing my research. Linda
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1. Diamond In The Rough- (c)2005 Robert George country... Diamond in the Rough School'd been out a week or two us kids goofed off with nothing to do till a field where just thistles grew gave me an idea me n the gang cleared the worst away but we still needed one more to play I got teased when I asked freckle-faced Maria but with an old ant-hill for a mound we played ball till the sun went down on the diamond in the rough our World Series in the weeds torn up t-shirts for jerseys and Sears low-tops for kleats to keep it broken in I'd sleep on my glove and nothing shined in my dreams like the diamond in the rough well, those stickers always hurt sliding into second or third though we kept score with marks in the dirt it wasn't about winning Maria proved she had nothing to prove grand slamming over old man Johnson's roof then slowly but surely our lives moved one more inning school started and summer was gone soon just blowing leaves ran the bases on the diamond in the rough we'd be out there at sunrise hitting rabbits with grounders and pigeons with pop-flies to keep it broken in I'd sleep on my glove and nothing shined in my dreams like the diamond in the rough it's been years since Maria married me and there's a Mega-Mart where it used to be but when we shop there all we see is the diamond in the rough the diamond in the rough... (c)2005 Robert George ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He's got so many good ones, but I like these visuals. Calvin http://www.soundclick.com/bands/0/calvinstewart
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Linda,
The Festival runs December 1-3. I've got four more lyrics I'm intending to post, and comment on why I like them yet.
I've noticed some who have posted are omitting the part about what they appreciate about the lyric they are nominating, and/or the writer of the lyric.
Post away.
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This song is written by Corey Parkman and I nominate it because it's universal and a touching subject. Corey pleads with us in this song to "Stick Around", that we are valuable and important to others regardless of how we feel about ourselves. He helps us reach out and find a friend in God; although I don't think that was his whole intent with this lyric but it was a loving gesture on his part. This song can mean alot to the minds and hearts of individuals who are looking for some meaning in life and of what direction to take...to help them know that they are not the first to struggle with life and that others before them have gotten through the struggles and they can too! Corey posted this song on JPF lyric feedback forum 3 with audio for your listening pleasure all! Country-Pop
Stick Around ©2005 Corey Parkman/Bret Bingham
Word is you've been talkin’ about letting go Won't preach a sermon, but there's things you need to know Yeah, it's hard growing older before you grow up Tears may cloud your vision, but someday you’ll see Life’s only as easy as you will let it be I’ve been where you are, so I know the going's tough
But stick around You never know what tomorrow holds Listen now, ‘Cause I don’t want to let you go Any further down So stick around, stick around
There are no directions written in the sand You've got to make your own way on the path to be a man And hey, maybe the good days are just around the bend Sometimes God seems as far as the stars Take a step on faith and He’ll be right where you are And I promise you that you’ll always have a friend
So, stick around This world is so much brighter with you here Understand, I don’t want any ‘missing you’ tears To come fallin’ down So stick around, stick around
Bridge Let’s grab a beer Or stay up watching movies until two Let’s sit and pray Whatever it takes So my heart never breaks over you
Brother, stick around You never know what tomorrow holds Listen now, I swear that I won’t let you go Any further down So stick around, stick around
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This is from what I think is the Blues/Jazz genres. I looked this member up as soon as I got back online to see his new songs. Although I'd already admired his unique sound(Electronica), this following song fits more into my listening tendencies. I'm a loyal fan of Ricki Lee Jones and Bonnie Raitt so this following song had to be nominated by me. If I didn't do it, I'm certain someone else would have! The words are Rittman's all the way...no surprises! Mixed with a great team of collaborators...another no surprise that Rittman pulls off. Hope to hear it performed in Maine somewhere soon. As posted on JPF.......... Congrats on this one Ritt: I Am Sweet w/ Ga Allstars" The Georgia All Stars are currently touring, and as they pick up momentum, they will be famous, they are that good!!! By SugarShannon Genre: Jazz, a unique combination of honky tonk, dixieland, ragtime & Jazz I Am Sweet Lyrics - Rittman Melody /Guitar- TimothyScott Vocals - SugarShannon Piano - Pianoman3 Dobro / Drums - RichieRich Bass / Mix - Jim Boreevas Moral Support - Aprilshowers60, Iisee My first visit with the BoReevas bros. spawned a perfect finish to a project that Tim and I have been working on for some time. I found this cutsie lyric of Rittman's a few months ago .. and loved it! I showed it to Tim and he immediately had a melody that suited it. We are both so happy with what the rest of these talented musicians have done with our 'vision'. It was a blast to record .. and what a warm reception we recieved out there in the 'shed' ) Thanks to the Boreevas families as well ) I AM SWEET Pierre said i was rotten to the core So, you know I had to show him the door said i flirt too much that i didn't care at all about love Antonio, oh, he called me a tramp only wanted to rub me like Aladin's lamp said i was like an over ripe lemon that i soured the hearts of men i don't like paris but i love fresh napoleons i don't like rome but i love powdered canolies if it's true you are what you eat than it's also true, i am sweet you can't blame me for my actions it's not my fault i'm so attractive i try to be a good girl as i taste the plums of the world i don't like paris but i love fresh napoleons i don't like rome but i love powdered canolies if it's true you are what you eat than it's also true, i am sweet i am sweet it's true i am sweet and modest too © 2005 rittman/georgia allstars http://www.songramp.com/homepage.ez?Who=SugarShannon
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Here's probably my last nomination of this month since work calls. It's been fun Skip and thanks for putting this up to make us work a little in remembering the work of our fellow JPF members! There are so many talented people here that there's at least one lyric I could choose from most everyone who's ever posted on here. Maybe I'll have that opportunity with the rest if this continues awhile I'm wondering where this man is posting these days and hopefully he won't mind me nominating this song I found posted on JPF. I finally got to hear his music and voice and loved it instantly. I'm a Blues addict and can't seem to get enough of it. This song is by Writefortune/Eric S. Blues. He has categorized it in the Folk/Rock Genres...a listen will serve you decently...it's about a soldier overseas who loses his true love. The title drew me in but the music and words kept me there! Some of the boys overseas and thier love left at home....long distance love affairs sometimes fail Please listen and let me know??? http://artists.mp3s.com/artists/458/john_nagle__eric_true.html Isolation Blue In a distant world of darkness far from the home town girl in the midst of foreign oceans there's a lonely soldier's world where the pen of love stops talking when a promise turns untrue and far away there's isolation blue Chorus: Memoirs of pages filled with passion tear stained letters in pockets full of truth dreams inked on promise after action a river of words in isolation blue There's night skies lacking moonlight when a lover loses face and a soldier can get buried in the dirt inside his veins and the chapters of defeat are written with ancient rules and far away there's isolation blue. There's a lover's fire an old desire a distant fading flame where wayward winds keep blowing cross an icy memory lane and the brightest leaves of Autumn become colors of the truth and far away there's isolation blue. Memoirs of pages filled with passion tear stained letters in pockets full of truth dreams inked on promise after action a river of words in isolation blue. [This message has been edited by Linda A (edited 12-03-2005).]
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Though I personally disagree with certain things about this festival, I've decided to participate strictly based on the "writer appreciation" aspect of it. I appreciate all of these lyrics for the same reason: they represent to me the elements of great songwriting. Whether the writer's words made me smile or cry, they all moved me in some way. Out of hundreds of lyrics posted here, and long after the words were written, these few still stand out in my mind today. I've opted not to include the genres I hear these lyrics in, because I'd rather let the words speak for themselves and let other readers interpret their own view on the genre. Hope that's alright with you Skip. 1. sometimes the moon © 2002 john voorpostel sometimes the moon shines so bright you want to kick it back into the night yeah sometimes the darkness has more to say sometimes the moon drowns your light find yourself swimming back into the tide yeah sometimes the darkness has more to say just like the wind that howls to listen to its voice or a volcano that lives to see its lava flow sometimes the moon dispenses graces all for show sometimes the moon’s obscured by clouds like a preacher without a firm grasp on his crowd and sometimes the darkness has more to say just like the ocean that batters sailors in its waves gets shattered on a shore with more than quid pro quo sometimes the moon dispenses graces all for show ************** 2. Reaching Out To You Cindy Miller © 2002 VERSE I (A) In the middle of a moment Towards the end of a cry When you’ve almost caught your breath Near the onset of a sigh Where dreams break into pieces And the night is split in two There’s still shelter in my arms …Reaching out to you VERSE II (A) When your body’s done with battle And your energy is spent You’ll remember what you’ve lost Cause the scars are evident Over time, meanings will change And the prize feels overdue That’s where I’ll be waiting …Reaching out to you BRIDGE (B) Yesterday can be forgotten Come in out of the cold The whole world’s not your problem Let me carry half your load VERSE III (A) Examine my intentions As you journey through your soul The bright flickers of honesty Will guide your heart to know When the walls fell down upon you One clear constant is your proof My love never faltered I was… Reaching out to you Reaching out to you Reaching out to you....********** 3. My Red Guitar © Words and music by C. Stewart ( June 3rd, 2002 ) Rich man owns a Beemer Shops Rodeo drive Poor man's got a Chevrolet He works nine to five Tycoon's got a golden yacht Sails the seven seas Everybody's dif-fe-rent Here's what works for me CHORUS....... I'll sit beneath the midnight moon Singin' to the stars Pickin' out a little riff With my red guitar And a pretty girl that loves me Even though I'm not a star Got my arms around her And my red guitar Shiny cars can take a man To where he needs to go Music takes me to a place Most of them don't know Every day the sun goes down The guitar's by my side And every night it takes me On such a peaceful ride Repeat CHORUS........ BRIDGE Hope you like the melody , listen to me strum Help me with the harmony, maybe you could hum Listen for the next line, it's about to come I've never had no silver Or hundred dollar bills My guitar's more exciting It's how I get my thrills Well I ain't got a mansion Or a million dollar car But I got a girl that loves me And my red guitar Repeat CHORUS.................. outro.......................... ******** 4. Give Me Your Hand When you feel you're gonna fall, and you hear the darkness call from past mistakes far below when your confidence is gone, you've got no will to go on don't look down, don't let go just give me you hand, and hold it tight I'll help you to stand, and walk into the light I'm one you can trust, I'll help if you'll just give me your hand, give me your hand when you feel like you're nowhere, remember, we've all been there and back many times before so when you're starting to sink, doubt surrounds you, you don't think you can take anymore just give me you hand, and hold it tight I'll help you to stand, and walk into the light I'm one you can trust, I'll help if you'll just give me your hand, give me your hand it wasn't that long ago I was down, you helped somehow so now that you're sad and low let me lift you up now when you dream of something else, sometimes just the dream itself is the best reason to live and when your strength starts to fade, friends seem scarce, you're afraid you've nothing left to give just give me you hand, and hold it tight I'll help you to stand, and walk into the light I'm one you can trust, I'll help if you'll just give me your hand, give me your hand (c)2002 Robert George ******** 5. I Will Cry With You When your world feels like it’s crumbling in When friends are scarce and good times thin When no one seems to understand I will cry with you When everything you know feels wrong When sadness fills your every song When all you’ve had’s slipped through your hands I will cry with you The world tells us don’t let it show Be strong, stand tall, just play the role If only they knew what we know Two hearts will always share one soul When I cry with you When I cry with you So rest your head here close to mine Don't run, don't hide the fear inside Do what comes naturally I will cry with you Every yesterday will fade And all the pain will drift away For today just lean on me I will cry with you The world tells us don’t let it show Be strong, stand tall, just play the role If only they knew what we know Two hearts will always share one soul When I cry with you When I cry with you © October 2002 Michael Thomas Ellis ******** 6. Sadly, Softly Beautiful ©2003. Erica Molz She hides behind the shadows of her sadness Afraid to feel the sun upon her face One time she let the heat of love consume her He left her heart in ashes, and stole her trust in love away (Climb) But there's something in her eyes Lord, I have to try To lead that woman back to love again (Chorus) She's sadly, softly beautiful With wonders hidden deep I know her heart holds secrets She's aching not to keep Sadly, softly beautiful Please tell them all to me I watch her standing quiet in the moonlight Fragile eyes reveal the way she feels for me A smile plays across her lips, then fades A moment of faith, but she's not ready to believe (Climb) But there's something in her eyes Lord, I have to try To lead that woman back to love again (Repeat Chorus) (Chorus - changed) Sadly, softly beautiful With wonders hidden deep I know your heart holds secrets You're aching not to keep Sadly, softly beautiful Sadly, softly wonderful Please tell them all to me ******* ------------------ http://www.ameliarosemusic.com/
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Amelia,
No problem. Be glad to hear what ways you think we can tweak things to make them better should we consider this worth continuing. Thanks for posting your favorites.
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Trash Can Jenny © words and music by C. Stewart ( May 23, 2005 )
They told her that the job might stink But the benefits were sweet Rockin' salary, scenic view And plenty there to eat
P R girl with a pretty smile Sellin' their views on trash What others see as just debris Converts right into cash
CHORUS.... Recycling the landfill Thats her brand new game I call her Trash Can Jenny My daughters brand new name
Got a fancy high-tech office With her name etched on the door Everything is digital She couldn't ask for more
Organized and energized Out of the chair she jumps "Garbage can be golden" Is the motto at the dump
CHORUS... Recycling the landfill Thats her brand new game I call her Trash Can Jenny My daughters brand new name
She's ridding the environment Of nasty rotten stuff Has to keep things moving Cause the odor's pretty rough
Bridge..... If you're not afraid to go the extra mile You'll make it to the top of the pile But, don't forget the clothespin for your nose
CHORUS... Recycling the landfill Thats her brand new game I call her Trash Can Jenny My daughters brand new name
Trash Can Jenny Trash Can Jenny Trash Can Jenny Trash Can Jenny
genre is Calvin
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The Feeder (Marrow Makes Her Strong) © 2005 Kevin Tinbergen
(V1) Innocence a subterfuge In walks the willing prey Lovers for a few nights Till her plans are put in play
(V2) A strong mind and a good heart Briefly barricade the way The end has been foretold Just waiting on the day
(CH) Feeder.. Feeding off the bones Off the mind.. the heart.. and body
The marrow makes her strong The marrow makes her strong
It's all about control.. It's all about control
(V3) Pleasure moves erotically In her baby blue eyes From skin down to bone In his agony she's hypnotized
(CH) Feeder.. Feeding off the bones Off the mind.. the heart.. and body
The marrow makes her strong The marrow makes her strong
It's all about control.. It's all about control
(Bridge) It's the energy Panic right before the kill Gets off on the power of her will
If the sun had blood She would squeeze it dry She would steal the warmth from the sky
(CH) Feeder.. Feeding off the love Off the dreams, the passion, and pain
The marrow makes her strong The marrow makes her strong
It's all about control.. It's all about control
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Mad Sarah of San Jose Copyright 2002, 2005 by James B. Mitchell
V1: Haunted by ghosts of the victims of slaughter Crazed by the guns that your company made Grieving the death of your husband and daughter (thanks, Bobbie) Rich as a queen, but enslaved by your pain. Looking for some way to flee desperation Consulting a psychic to find a way out; You took to your heart her message of danger Moved to the West and started your house.
V2: Thinking the hammers were linked to your heartbeat Fearing their silence would signal your end You poured all your riches into a vast mansion The work on the Winchester House had begun 38 years rang the blows of the hammer 24 hours a day without rest Building your house with a reckless abandon Jumbled-up rooms, an unholy mess
Chorus: Mad Sarah of San Jose Your body is gone but your spirit's still here Running alone through the rooms of your mansion Relentlessy, endlessly chased by your fear.
V3: Sleeping each night in a different bedroom Firing each servant who glanced at your face Fearing a photo would capture you somehow What was the image you tried to erase? Beautiful grounds in expanses of garden Glorious light in the gallery rooms But deep in the night, you slipped through the hallways Spying on staff from your corners of gloom.
V4: Unlucky 13 you chose as your number And, as you slumbered, it watched over you; 13 small steps in the stairways to reach you, 13 small windows with 13 small jewels. 13 on 13 in ev’ry small detail The sum at times even, the look always odd What did you hope was the power in the number? To hide you from demons? To hide you from God?
Chorus: Mad Sarah of San Jose Your body is gone but your spirit's still here Running alone through the rooms of your mansion Relentlessy, endlessly chased by your fear.
V5: You clung to the hope in the words of the psychic, If you kept on building, your life would not end. So, on with the mansion, and damn the expenses, This endless obsession your only true friend. The day finally came that will come to all mortals The staff became worried, the search had begun The 40th bedroom had held your cold body The news spreading quickly that Sarah was gone.
V6: Consulting the will, they did as instructed In all 13 sections, each signed 13 times Auctioned belongings and pensioned your staff off Donated money to save children’s lives. The house safe was opened with anticipation Wondering what treasures an heiress would hide But the treasure they found wasn’t golden or silver…. (pause)
…………Just a lock of black hair from your daughter that died.
Chorus: Mad Sarah of San Jose Your body is gone but your spirit's still here Running alone through the rooms of your mansion Relentlessy, endlessly chased by your fear.
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Pu'p Wood © 2003, dawg BMI You know the type of guy I am, country as country gets. Single-wide, dirt road, well-water man, no pedigree on my pet.
Barely finished high school, mostly in the gym. I was a linebackin' fool, but my class load was right slim.
(Rise) So now its,
(Chorus) Pu'p wood, pu'p wood gotta make a load. P'up wood dust in all my clothes. Pile it on 'til the truck frame bows. P'up wood's the only life I know
Work boots, old jeans, flannel shirt Thermos of coffee and a P.B.J. Splinters and cuts come with the work long as I stand come the end of the day.
I been doin' this thirteen year; pine sap running in my veins. Cut the dust with an ice cold beer start early tomorrow to beat the rain.
(Chorus) Pu'p wood, Pu'p wood gotta make a load. Pu'p wood dust in all my clothes. Pile it on 'til the truck frame bows, pu'p wood's the only life I know.
(Bridge) Back yard, lawn chair, mason jar, sweet tea, catfish, ol' guitar been to town but I ain't been far end of the line on the trolley car.
(Chorus) Pu'p wood, Pu'p wood gotta make a load. Pu'p wood dust in all my clothes. Pile it on 'til the truck frame bows, pu'p wood's the only life I know.
cause I learned something in a very entertaining way!!!
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Walktausha Wailers Lyric Festival, December 2005--continuing nominations 4-7 by Skip Johnson
4. The Last Camel Died Before Noon c 2005 words and music by C. Stewart ( Nov. 7, 2005 )
Fat belly dancers had me cornered In an old saloon Where they had their way with me Until the first of june Big ugly had me duct taped Crushed me like a grape But I kept trying desperately And finally escaped
The only way out of town, was on a camels back I gathered up my valuables, and stuffed em in a sack Filled me up some water jugs, I knew the road was dry Thats when I found out, all the camels died " No way out, no way out " Cause, the last camel died before noon I'm knee deep in the desert My shovel is a spoon I've got to find my way home I hope that it's real soon Sandy dunes and pyramids Which way should I go The sun is playin' tricks on me I think I see some snow
The only way out of town, was on a camels back I gathered up my valuables, and stuffed em in a sack Filled me up some water jugs, I knew the road was dry Thats when I found out, all the camels died " No way out, no way out " Cause, the last camel died before noon
I see a blue oasis Girls with pretty faces My hand is full of aces.....who am I kidding
The only way out of town, was on a camels back I gathered up my valuables, and stuffed em in a sack Filled me up some water jugs, I knew the road was dry Thats when I found out, all the camels died " No way out, no way out " Cause, the last camel died before noon
Mr. Stewart's "The Last Camel Died Before Noon" strikes me as best musically presented with an eclectic pop/Arabian styling. Got to have some music to match the bellydancing beauties it features, yet the lighthearted and humorous "tall tale" adventure theme would work well with upbeat pop/country rock number. (I don't know if he's worked on the music yet for this, but that's how I hear it.)
What I like most about this piece is its sheer hilarity and outrageousness. What a ride! Its just flat out fun, kind of a mini-imaginary vacation and adventure excusion just listening to it. There are several writers posting here who have the ability to take me similar places--but not quite to this particular location, or with this unique flavor of humor. Makes me want to cough up the last gritty lung full of sand, wipe the streaming sweat from my fevered brow, and crawl on into the blue oasis for a spell.
Curiously, parts of "The Last Camel" also reminds me of the Sons of the Pioneers classic "Cool Water". While that favorite lyric of mine is much more somber, it does have the same "is he crazy, or is he sane" aspect to it where reality and hallucination weave in and out. Sometimes I think the best artistic work is created right there.
This lyric also reminds me that in all the seriousness of our lives, any time spent laughing is not time wasted. A+ earned here for general climate control. Good work all around.
5. Play Me a Country Song Had ah date de other night with ah girl I just met who works in ah office I didn’t know her that well invited her out for dinner at ah tub down at doh countryside as we were showing to our seats da atmosphere it seems so nice glance over to doh dance floor they were a few couples or so dancing to music I’d never really like, and for awhile They didn’t play ah country song I wanted to hear ah country song Ah country song I could have sing along If they did they would have bring doh place down But they did not play ah country song
I stood there with my date we were staring each other in doh face didn’t know her dos or donts nor doh things she’d wanted to hear I finally found doh nerve to ask her if she’d like to dance She said yes shooving her head acknowledging with a smile On our way to doh dance floor ah told her at need sometime To take to doh DJ I approach him he came out and ah cried Please play me ah country song I want to hear ah country song Ah country song I can sing along If you do you’ll bring doh place down Play me ah country song
We left a little after midnight, and still yet they didn’t play a country song, I slept with it on my mind next morning sitting in front of my computer I turn on the radio, and oh boy they were playing country song I can hear it all day all night long., that night I had a surprise Ma date dropped in at me home later on that evening as ah open up doh door it was real but not believing ah shown her doh way in as we sat on doh sofa talking bout doh night she said she really had ah good time then came a silent but she broke it as she held me hands drawing closer to me at thought she’d wanted to dance when she said
They didn’t play ah country song She’d wanted to hear ah country song Ah country she could have sing along If they did they would have bring doh place down
Altogether now everybody Please play me ah country song I want to hear ah country song Ah country song I can sing along If you do you’ll bring doh place down Play me ah country song
c2005 Irwin Byron Abrigo All rights reserved
In his seventh post from Guyana, Africa, Irwin Abrigo has produced a piece of world music mixing that strikes me as outstanding. I think what I like most here is his perspective. It is like looking at one's self in an exotic mirror. He lets us see ourselves in a most favorable light, but from a perspective that for us is as appealing and exotic as Country Music heard over the internet must be for him.
He emailed me that he has recorded this piece. I'm hoping I get a chance to hear the music and performance interpretations he has chosen. My hope is that the music will match the lyrics--perhaps more African sounds and stylings in the verse sections, with the choruses echoing an interpretation of Nashville country. I like the fact he's got a section that is spoken, others that are sung, and that his chorus rhymes are tighter than the verse rhymes. I like the fact that there are several ways of saying things that are plainly dialect from his area--an extraction of British English rather than native African, as he explains.
Makes me wonder how many other amazing mixtures are possible on this planet when cultures collide, people see value in each other's take on the world, and music happens. I'll be watching for more of Mr. Abrigo's posts in the future.
6. San Andreas © 2005 lyrics by Bobbie Gallup ASCAP You come in here almost nightly Cryin’ in your beer Bout this ‘n that and how come she Thinks she needs her own career Well, I saw your lovely lady In the Kroger parking lot today Must say I was impressed With how well those kids behaved
She was on her way to soccer practice Then to take Kim to ballet I offered to drop off your dry cleaning Cause it was on my way Now we’ve been friends since grade school And I’d never lie to you But buddy, much as you’re gonna hate it This is the simple truth
You’ve got more faults than San Andreas Though you never would admit it I know she’s often tried to tell you, But you just don’t seem to git it How can I make this any clearer Perhaps your problem’s in the mirror I hate to be the one to say it But you've got more faults than San Andreas I’ve never seen her crying But I know sometimes she must Cause she’s a sweet and gentle lady And you don’t deserve her trust She puts up with your other women Yet she’s never been untrue She takes care of your home and kids But you treat her like a fool
You’ve got more faults than San Andreas Though you never would admit it I know she’s often tried to tell you, But you just don’t seem to git it How can I make this any clearer Perhaps your problem’s in the mirror I hate to be the one to say it But you've got more faults than San Andreas
She’s paid more than her share of dues And my friend, you’ll be the one to lose Cause someday she’s gonna wake up And you’ll be quaking in your boots Cause your sweet and gentle lady’s Gonna realize she’s had enough of you
You’ve got more faults than San Andreas Though you never would admit it I know she’s often tried to tell you, But you just don’t seem to git it How can I make this any clearer Perhaps your problem’s in the mirror I hate to be the one to say it But you've got more faults than San Andreas
Bobbie is a long-time, highly accomplished contributor here at JPF. This is only one example of her fine work. I hear this as sassy, upbeat country--one of the "ladies with attitude" contributions to the musical scene.
What I like about this particular number is its advocacy for a mistreated spouse who is also a friend. Sometimes it takes a third party looking in and having the courage to speak up to bring matters that need correcting to the attention of someone who is need of correcting them. The social consciousness aspect of lyric writing--how what we write for people to hear, and what good or ill may occur if people take the advice explicit or implicit in our material, is something that matters to me.
IMO, this lyric has an enlightened social consciousness aspect, and it may give pause to certain abusive spouses whose actions are a continual injury to those close to them. It may also give the abused party enough perspective on their own situation to find the courage to stand up for their own personhood and self-dignity.
The central image of the San Andreas fault that runs through heavily populated Southern California both allows immediate identification by a majority of potential listeners, and matches perfectly the gravity on the emotional scale of maritial rumblings and upheaval within a marriage in distress.
It seems to me that writers need to be the little kid in the room who blurts out what everybody else sees and is thinking, but that folks rarely have the audacity to put into words. Bobbie has done a great job of that here.
7. She Had the Body (of a Twenty Year Old) Well, he walked in the hip club where the young things were his eyes popped like champagne corks when he saw her she was almost thirty but she sure looked good like she bought that tubetop at Frederick's of Dollywood two months and they got engaged he liked 'em younger but forgave her age cos she had the body of a twenty year old smooth n lean n firm the kind that digs down in your soul where it steams n burns crazy, wild n bold she was a hottie yeah she had the body of a twenty year old well, a few years went by she gained five or ten pounds he wanted to divorce her and figgered he had grounds that tubetop didn't fit her his trophy lost its shine for years he told his friends she was twenty-nine the day he dumped her that fool said that fine woman hadn't pleased his bed since she had the body of a twenty year old smooth n lean n firm the kind that digs down in your soul where it steams n burns crazy, wild n bold she was a hottie yeah she had the body of a twenty year old
well she thought it was funny, she got half his money and flew to Maui for a month of all-nighters a lifeguard rubbed lotion on her shoulders he loves the ladies when they're older so ev'ry night in bed beside her she had the body of a twenty year old smooth n lean n firm the kind that digs down in your soul where it steams n burns crazy, wild n bold she was a hottie yeah she had the body of a twenty year old
(c)2005 Robert George
Straight forward upbeat country seems the appropriate musical setting for this lyric. I like just about everything Robert George writes, and have ever since I first saw him posting amazing early hookless poetic narratives quite a few years back. Since then, he's poured that incredible eye for concrete detail, unusual settings and plots, variety of finely textured moods, and ability to drop me directly into scenes so real I feel like I can touch, smell and taste them into the more conventional forms of modern lyric formats. He's gained a great deal of intentional control over what was always a most amazing flow of raw creativity.
In "She Had the Body of a Twenty Year Old", Robert combines a killer hook with his usual great storytelling. The phrase "Fredricks of Dollywood" is a pop cultural collision of images that paints a picture as neatly as a writer could hope to paint it. The shifting of the storyline allows the chorus to mean something entirely different the final time around--quite an achievement, and executed with the greatest professionalism here.
I think Robert is a better lyricist than he thinks he is--as are several others whom I consider myself to be a fan of here at JPF. Right now, he's at the top of his form as a well-accomplished word weaver. I don't see how he can get any better, but I've seen him do so already, so he just may surprize me. Hope he keeps spinning them for a long time in the future like he's doing now--and that he archives his material. I'd hate for work this good to get lost.
A FINAL NOTE...
Well, that's seven of the many I'd snipped and set aside to consider for my first round of lyric appreciation nominations. Only thing I really don't like about the guidelines I suggested are that they don't allow me the ability to comment on more than seven writers' work per month. Just because I didn't cite your stuff here doesn't mean I don't like it as well as I do the lyrics nominated here. It also doesn't mean I haven't already clipped something you've written, and set it aside for a future round of nominations. There are some lyrics I remember that I'm still looking for...including ritt's "Bronky-Sawdust" children's song that he's having developed into a childrens' book. (I want a copy, ritt.)
If we do decide to continue the Waktausha Wailers Lyric Appreciation Festival another round or two, I'm guessing a good many more people's lyrics than will appear this first round will be nominated.
Signing off on my quota of nominations for this round of the festivities...
Skip Johnson December 2005
P.S. Maybe we can talk "Just Plain Folks" into allowing an archive of nominations right here on this site to avoid understandable discomfort in posting personal material elsewhere on the web. Just thinking...
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Kenneth Cade's December 2005 Nominations for the Waktausha Wailers Lyric Festival are:
(see below for my reasons and commentary) Bathtime © words and music by C. Stewart ( Oct 28, 2005 ) I jump in, make a wish Then pretend, I'm a fish It's funtime It's bathtime Baby bubbles, everywhere Even got em in my hair It's funtime It's bathtime Time for a laugh and a bath, ha - ha Jump on in, jump on in, jump on in It's bathtime Sorry momma, for the mess When I'm done, I smell fresh It's funtime It's bathtime Baby bubbles, everywhere Even got em in my hair It's funtime It's bathtime Time for a laugh and a bath, ha - ha Jump on in, jump on in, jump on in It's bathtime Rubber ducky, swims with me In my sudsy, wudsy sea It's funtime It's bathtime Baby bubbles, everywhere Even got em in my hair It's funtime It's bathtime Time for a laugh and a bath, ha - ha Jump on in, jump on in, jump on in It's bathtime
Six Strings And Two Hearts © words and music by C. Stewart ( Nov. 26, 2005 )
All it takes to start a fire Is the melody you hum The smoke we make will fill the sky You love the chords I strum Six Strings And Two Hearts The drums of passion poundin' A message to our brain Like the rhythms of the jungle Or a fast moving train Six Strings And Two Hearts CHORUS.. E is for exotic, the way you dance for me A is for the autograph, I carved in the tree D is for the dirty kisses, no one gets to see G is for your G spot, when I hit it you say weeeeee B is for believing, in our love eternaly e is for excitiement, you're the storm, I'm the sea Your touch was hot and nasty It made my pickle swell I'm ready for another trip Deep inside your well Six Strings And Two Hearts We're lying in the afterglow Our bodies soaking wet You thought I hit the highest note But, I got one more fret Six Strings And Two Hearts CHORUS.. E is for exotic, the way you dance for me A is for your apple, always hangin' from my tree D is for the dirty kisses, no one gets to see G is for your G spot, when I hit it you say weeeeee B is for believing, in our love eternaly e is for excitiement, the waves in my sea Six Strings And Two Hearts Six Strings And Two Hearts CHORUS.. E is for exotic, the way you dance for me A is for your apple, always hangin' from my tree D is for the dirty kisses, no one gets to see G is for your G spot, when I hit it you say weeeeee B is for believing, in our love eternaly e is for excitiement, the waves in my sea
Poison Pen © words and music by C. Stewart ( Nov. 23, 2005 )
A mystery on paper You watch as it unfolds A prisoner of your easy chair Your day is put on hold Chapter one is mild But then it gets intense Someone was impaled upon The cemetery fence CHORUS..... His poison pen is loaded, with deadly shots of ink His poison pen is loaded, he writes to make you think Got you on the edge, now you're too afraid to blink His poison pen is loaded, with deadly shots of ink Every page suspenseful Like daggers to your eyes He's painting you a picture Of how the victims die Broken nude carcasses Hanging from a noose Better lock your doors A madmans on the loose CHORUS..... His poison pen is loaded, with deadly shots of ink His poison pen is loaded, he writes to make you think Got you on the edge, now you're too afraid to blink His poison pen is loaded, with deadly shots of ink Mutalated stranger Taken by surprise Robbed of ever seeing Tommorrows sunrise BRIDGE... He writes about evil and death And people that have taken their last breath CHORUS..... His poison pen is loaded, with deadly shots of ink His poison pen is loaded, he writes to make you think Got you on the edge, now you're too afraid to blink His poison pen is loaded, with deadly shots
Side Show Freak © words and music by C. Stewart ( Nov. 15, 2005 ) CHORUS.......... Step right up, put money in the cup See the side show freak - Totally bizarre, midway star See the side show freak A one eyed midget, with two heads The right ones Ed, left ones dead Side show freak It gets real kinky, in their bed Some things should be left unsaid Side show freak A bearded lady with furry hair Four long legs like a kitchen chair Side show freak It got strange when I was there She gave birth to a grizzly bear Side show freak Repeat CHORUS.......... Elastic man with rubber skin When he's onstage, it's quite a sin Side show freak When you get home, don't act like him You'll break your neck, tryin' to put it in Side show freak Repeat CHORUS.......... BRIDGE... In some ways they're like you and me So try not to point the finger In some ways they're like you and me We could all be on Jerry Springer Repeat CHORUS..........
MISSILETOE © words and music by C. Stewart ( Nov 22, 2004 ) I strike without a warning When I'm having a bad day So if your fond of living You'll run the other way Don't get underneith my skin You'll force my brain to snap Then I'll do what I do best Eliminate some crap CHORUS Got violence in my eyes, blood on my clothes Razor bladed fingers, missiles on my toes I got missiles on my toes Be careful what you say, I got missiles on my toes Once a guy was teasin me And now that guy is dead I sent one his direction We both lost our heads Yesterday they fired me For something from my past Slowly I removed my shoes BOOM, a double blast CHORUS.... Got violence in my eyes, blood on my clothes Razor bladed fingers, missiles on my toes I got missiles on my toes Be careful what you say, I got missiles on my toes I cut way back on coffee And I laid off the speed Wish I had more patience I know that's what I need But everytime that I attempt To try and remain cool I have a confrontation With the worlds biggest fool BRIDGE I was built like a weapon I was designed to kill So slittin' your throat Would only give me a thrill Repeat Chorus..............
I have no idea of the genre if not stated in these masterpieces, but Calvin Stewart has made me laugh out loud, and look at songwriting in a totally different light! I don't have alot of technically examples to site, but I see the absolute FREEDOM in his work is such a breathe of fresh air. I am a legitimate fan and am compelled to read everything that is posted with his name on it.
I hope i didn't break form in my nomination. there are several others I would love to nominate, but time does not allow for the search, the cut and paste and commentary on all the wonderful lyricist that post here. I am so thankful for the opportunity to be so inspired.
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Kenneth,
No reason you can't nominate more than one by a single artist. I've got several favorites here I could have filled out my seven with who I didn't even get to mention once!
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Go ahead, Kaley. Remember the guidelines are simply guidelines to help people. They are not more important than the people they're meant to help. Post your stuff!
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Kaley,
I was listening through your songs at the sites you post, and am mightily impressed. I work with children's groups regularly, and I know great children's material when I hear it.
I know you're just getting in on doing posting here at the tail end of the December Waltausha Wailers Lyric Appreciation Festival. You might not have had a chance to look through the guidelines for nominations that's listed up top. Think we'll do this again, unless there are major objections, the first three days of January. When we do, there are some of the songs I heard on your sites I've got my eye on for lyric nominations of my own. The five bugs on a leaf lyric is choice kid candy.
Keep writing.
Skip
P.S. You do workshops in songwriting for gradeschoolers? I'd like to know more about that.
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First Off, Thank You Brother Skip for so many Kind Words. Haven't Blushed in QUITE some Time...but Glad there's no Cam anywheres near my Keypad this eve!
There are TONS of Great Writers postin' here over the last 3-4 years..& my Memory is so bad I'd even forgotten I'D written that Song you Posted of mine here! I'll always remember 2 of the Lyrics of our Departed Master Here...Corky "Dawg" Bernard! "HAYRIDE TO HEAVEN" was, I believe, posted here the Week he died. "CHICKEN COUPE DE VILLE" remains A Favorite..forever. I'll add NOBODY could pen Bayou Dialect like Dawg could...& there was a wonnaful Fun Factor to what he came up with I always admired..(Not Merely to His Lyrics, I'll add...[Hope SOMEBODY remembers the song about his dyin' his kid GREEN & digs up the Lyrics!] And then there was the time he sold his Sis to the Gypsies... ;-)> Think THAT made it to a Lyric as well!
I'll scoot & return with, I hope, Both the Now-Nominated Lyrics.
{Dern...I've searched Bds 1..2..3..& tried "Dawg".."Graydog" and "Greydog"..& NO Luck tonight! Halp..BOBBIE, if you're a-readin'! Need a Rescue..FAST!} Gotta get some Snooze Time in...will try again tomorrow!
Big Hugs, Stan
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Dear Skip...thank you kindly!!!!..for taking the time to look through the sites...and for the thoughts....makes me feel good..... I'm in hunting for some of Dawg's lyrics.. along with some other folks..and I just can't find them yet.. was also hunting Wy's I only hold the Pen....a really super song...from way way back.... Do not hold up this month's contest for me... I will locate the ones I'm thinking of and nominate them...for January's nominations.... I really need to update lyrics (or just plain put them there...at Soundclick)... Glad you liked Beebopdoobudiddle... I have the feeling you'd like the CD we're working on now...Wy and I have never disclosed the title of it on line... To best of our knowledge...it just hasn't been done.... songs...are all connected by a central theme...will let you know when it's out...... best to you and thanks..... Kaley http://www.soundclick.com/bands/pagemusic.cfm?bandID=6469 http://www.soundclick.com/bands/pagemusic.cfm?bandID=8404 http://www.flashfast.com/kids/ http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/kwwg
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Dear JPF family, friends, and fellow wailers,
That looks like a wrap for our first December 2005 Waktausha Wailers Lyric Appreciation Festival. I just read the thread top to bottom, and am in full agreement with the outstanding quality of every nomination made. Several I had missed when they slipped past previously, so am particularly delighted to see reappear in the festival since, to me, they are new.
I appreciate the effort those who have participated this round have made--not only in searching out and posting these nominations with your comments, but also to the writers who put the effort into bringing this outstanding material into existence for all of our benefit in the first place.
I notice that more than one lyricist whose work was nominated is no longer with us due to death, dawg and Waylon, in particular. Fortunately, that doesn't keep us from appreciating their work, or recalling their friendship. My hope is that our looking forward to this festival together month by month will encourage us in seeing the still-living excellencies in each other, and in each other's writing--and be willing to speak of openly of what we see.
All comments, cautions and suggestions for improvement of the festival are particularly appreciated. The Bible says, "Victory comes with an abundance of councilors." Those of you who have made suggestions have provided a valuable service to us all.
If you have further suggestions for tweaking we can do with the January 1-3 Festival, please post them as a trailer on this thread. As some suggestions offered may cancel each other out, not everything any of us can think of can practically be included, of course. But every comment aids the group think that results in the soundest principles and methods for us to work within.
I noticed in the December issue of National Geographic a piece on an Indian singer/storyteller who sings school children the legend songs about dinosaurs in North America passed down from his ancestors. The memory of those creatures who "ate each other and every living thing" became a symbol of enormous and elemental evil to the ancient Indians. They later collected the fossilized bones of those ancient beasts and used them in ceremonies designed to ward off further evil--the evil which had simply taken new forms and still threatened mankind.
The Indian singer/storyteller concluded the article, as I recall, by saying, "So we sing our songs and tell our stories to battle the darkness and to fight the evil of this world." I said to myself, "Amen, brother! That's exactly what I and my friends at Just Plain Folks are doing too. Thank you and the Old Ones for reminding us of what we are all about."
Hope you'll be keeping your eyes open, and snooping and snipping in prep for the January Waktausha Wailer's event.
Until then, keep writing.
Skip Johnson
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Just bumping this up so folks can see what happened last time. See this month's entry for update on nomination process.
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I have some concerns about this causing confusion with our 2006 Just Plain Folks Lyric Award. We're getting ready to restart that process and it takes a lot of effort and attention and regular updates and info and I've already received a couple emails from folks not sure if this is our official Lyric Awards process or what.
Brian
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Brian,
Well back off on this so as not to interfere.
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