Subject: RE: The Songs Writ for our Kids From: wysiwyg Date: 09 May 01 - 09:18 PM More please! |
Subject: RE: The Songs Writ for our Kids From: GUEST,Bert Date: 01 May 01 - 07:05 PM Refresh - thread of the bloody week |
Subject: RE: The Songs Writ for our Kids From: Bert Date: 01 May 01 - 04:11 PM Here's a kinda lighthearted one to help you recover from the those wonderful but serious songs above. Someone's been cutting their toenails I really don't know who they've left one there, way up in the air on a carpet of midnight blue. They must have been taking a shower and it didn't all go down the drain As I look in the sky, I feel in my eye a few soft drops of rain. They've used too much talcum powder and shaken it all around those sprinkles of white all over the night are making the stars shine down. It must be a pretty young angel taking a tub up there now the day is done, in the setting sun I see a few strands of her hair. So go to sleep my darling now that the day is through there's a freshly scrubbed young angel watching over you.
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Subject: RE: The Songs Writ for our Kids From: wysiwyg Date: 01 May 01 - 09:11 AM Please PM people you can think of to ask for more songs. I think we are on to something important. ~S~ |
Subject: RE: The Songs Writ for our Kids From: KingBrilliant Date: 01 May 01 - 06:03 AM Trapper, that's heartbreaking. I'm so sorry.... The love really shows in all these songs doesn't it. I suppose when we write for our children we write from the heart whether the songs are funny or serious. Keep them coming everyone... Kris |
Subject: RE: The Songs Writ for our Kids From: wysiwyg Date: 01 May 01 - 12:30 AM Showoff! I gotta copy that background to my HTML template file! Good song too. I'd remembered that from my trip out to CA last summer and hoped you'd post it-- I can almost hear you singing it. ~S~ |
Subject: RE: The Songs Writ for our Kids From: Amos Date: 01 May 01 - 12:28 AM Here's one I wrote for another -- Aine's charming daughter Caty, and her favorite kitten Maxie: Caty's Kitten Song
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Subject: RE: The Songs Writ for our Kids From: mousethief Date: 30 Apr 01 - 11:23 PM Words fail. Wow. alex |
Subject: RE: The Songs Writ for our Kids From: Amergin Date: 30 Apr 01 - 07:28 PM Jesus, Al, that was beautiful.... |
Subject: RE: The Songs Writ for our Kids From: wysiwyg Date: 30 Apr 01 - 07:02 PM Oh God, Al. Me too. ~S~ |
Subject: RE: The Songs Writ for our Kids From: Hawker Date: 30 Apr 01 - 06:59 PM That is so beautiful, It made me cry. Lucy |
Subject: RE: The Songs Writ for our Kids From: Trapper Date: 30 Apr 01 - 04:52 PM Caitlin died 3 weeks before her ninth birthday. This is the last song I wrote for her, trying to make some sense of it all. It is, as of today, still unperformed. We had just started reading installments of "The Hobbit" as her bedtime story each night. I found the "book" she was writing about the unicorns in her toybox.
UNFINISHED STORIES "Silently and carefully CHORUS 1: "Once upon a time there was CHORUS 2: Just one more page, please
It was in the heighth of springtime CHORUS 3: Just one more page, please
Her story wasn't finished, CHORUS 4:
Unfinished Stories © 1995 Al Boyce - All rights reserved
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Subject: RE: The Songs Writ for our Kids From: wysiwyg Date: 30 Apr 01 - 03:45 PM More!!!!!!! ~S~ |
Subject: RE: The Songs Writ for our Kids From: mousethief Date: 30 Apr 01 - 02:12 PM This very short one I used to sing to my daughter, Nancy, whom we called "the Binker" (after "Binky" i.e. pacifier). We also called her "Roo" (from "Nanneroo") and "Boo" (because it rhymed with "Roo", I think). To (roughly) the tune of "H-A-double R-I-G-A-N spells Harrigan":
Nancy, Alex |
Subject: RE: The Songs Writ for our Kids From: Trapper Date: 30 Apr 01 - 02:07 PM Caitlin, of course, lost all of her front teeth at the same time. In my family, it was always a tradition when kids went through this phase to call them "Toofless McGee". I started improvising these lyrics while driving her to daycare each day. For Christmas, we wrote them all down, one lyric per page, and Caitlin illustrated each of them. We published a book for each member of our family. Man, color photocopying is EXPENSIVE!!)
TOOFLESS MCGEE 1 Toofless McGee is me, they say, 2 Toofless McGee is me, they say, 3 Toofless McGee is me, they say, 4 Toofless McGee is me, they say, 5 Toofless McGee is me, they say, 6 Toofless McGee is me, they say, 7 Toofless McGee is me, they say, 8 Toofless McGee is me, they say, 9 Toofless McGee is me, they say, 10 Toofless McGee is me, they say, 11 Toofless McGee is me, they say, 12 Toofless McGee is me, they say, 13 Toofless McGee is me, they say, 14 Toofless McGee is me, they say, 15 Toofless McGee is me, they say, 16 Toofless McGee is me, they say, 17 Toofless McGee is me, they say, 18 Toofless McGee is me, they say,
Toofless McGee © Al Boyce - All rights reserved |
Subject: RE: The Songs Writ for our Kids From: Trapper Date: 30 Apr 01 - 02:01 PM Caitlin was a great "bed bouncer", as all young kids are, I'm sure!
BOUNCING ON THE BED With my mom and dad still fast asleep CHORUS: Then my father opens up the door Well time has passed, the years have flown Bouncing on the Bed © Al Boyce - All rights reserved
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Subject: RE: The Songs Writ for our Kids From: Trapper Date: 30 Apr 01 - 01:56 PM When my daughter Caitlin was born, she was about 11 weeks premature, and weighed only 2-1/2 pounds. As you might imagine, all of our preconceptions of being new parents were rudely shattered as Caitlin was "too little" to come home from the hospital for 2 months. "Too Little" became "Two Little" for this song....
TWO LITTLE HANDS Two little hands, reaching up to me. Two gentle souls stand by your side. Two little eyes for all the world to see.
Two Little Hands © Al Boyce - All rights reserved
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Subject: RE: The Songs Writ for our Kids From: Trapper Date: 30 Apr 01 - 01:52 PM Here's one ... I tried to get every family member's name in it...
DADDY'S DARLIN' DEAR Caitlin Clare, oh where's your hair, The telephone is ringin', Kate, Can you "Peek-a-Boo" with Grandma Max, You love to tease your Uncle Steve, With a smile as wide as all outdoors Daddy's Darlin' Dear © Al Boyce - All rights reserved
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Subject: RE: The Songs Writ for our Kids From: Barry Finn Date: 30 Apr 01 - 01:41 PM Not close to lullabyes, more about the hurt & the heartake suffered in silence.
I'm The Bully, (words & tune by Barry Finn)
Oh how I love to stalk the weakling
CHORUS: I'm the bully, you're my victum
A shove on the stairs when no ones watching
Chorus
I'll chase you out of a crowed schoolyard
Chorus
I'll get others to gang up on you
Chorus
You can cry for help & beg for mercy
Chorus __________________________________________________________ You Wouldn't Know It To Look At Me by Barry Finn Tune: Australian, Trad. "One Of The Has Beens") "You're not listening to me are you deaf in both ears. Don't you see what you've caused, have you been blind all these years. Could you just give an answer, so I know you're not dumb. For Christ's sake, you bird brain has a cat got your tongue"? Chorus: I'm as cute as any other kid, I can run, jump & shout. You wouldn't know it to look at me, At times I can't work things out. I'm not stupid, I'm not lazy, I try very hard. With a little compassion I could go pretty far. Well, school is a torture, the teasing won't quit. My thoughts go off track and my aide has a fit. There are some things I excel in, so much that I'm bored, You wouldn't know it to look at me, it takes all that I'm worth. The kids scorn & laugh at me, I don't have a friend. You can feel my heart break, I wonder when this will end. The mistreatment & abuse I take, it's really a crime, But I'm told to ignore it, though it happens all of the time. Chorus: I know it's hard on my family, I can't change a thing. The aunts & uncles blame it on my folks & say it's poor upbringing. The love & affection others get all the time, I only hear people yell at me, when I ask where is mine. I never feel comfort, no shoulder, no hug. A system to support me, was pulled out like a rug. If you can't understand this, you may be worse off than me But I won't hold it against you cause you're deaf & can't see. Chorus: I may be mildly autistic or just plain O.C.D. I may twitch with Tourette's, or have A.D.D. If you see me cross my eyes, instead of my T's You wouldn't know it to look at me that I have special needs. Chorus: Copyright Barry Finn 1998 |
Subject: RE: The Songs Writ for our Kids From: Grab Date: 30 Apr 01 - 10:46 AM A song my dad wrote for me, when I was about 2. Apparently he was swimming with me sitting on his back, and I was saying "song, song". So he asked "what about?" And I thought, and then said "Cammy-wammy petrol pump". :-) God knows why! Anyway, my dad being a seriously talented musician (the guy is superb on guitar, clarinet and recorder, even though he doesn't play much), he thought this up on the spot. And it's (c) Peter Bartlett, sometime around 1976...
I'm a cammy-wammy-wammy-wammy-wamel, Graham. |
Subject: RE: The Songs Writ for our Kids From: GUEST,Scabby Doug AT work Date: 30 Apr 01 - 10:09 AM Wrote this one about/for my kids a couple of years ago...
WHEN
When you're asleep, you look like an angel, when you're asleep and deep in your dreams, When you're asleep, I stand back and wonder when they talk of heaven is this what they mean?
When you awake, you bring out the sunrise, when you awake, the day start to dawn. When you awake the clouds start to scatter, the long night is over and life can go on.
Middle eight
Now is the time to see what you're holding don't wait till tomorrow is over and done. Each minute that passes will never return and Your life's what you make it you only get one
When you are grown you'll be a princess, when you are grown you'll be a fine man. When you are grown and wise as I wish you, I'll be as proud of you as anyone can.
When I'm asleep, hold on to the magic, When I'm asleep, build life from your dream, When I'm asleep, take time to remember, when they talk of heaven, it's life that they mean. |