Though I've taken pains to make sure that I've got things right regarding those song titles, and in cases who they're tied in with, I can't give an absolute assurance. One of the difficulties being that singers don't just sing their songs, as it were, but also the songs of others. Therefore, in regards to a particular singer, and midst their songs, you may well find I've also mentioned a song or two that belongs to someone else.
Please also note that my use of those song titles isn't an endorsement of either the song or singer.
In this little experiment of mine (just for fun, and some of the quickest poems I've done, so don't expect perfection), I have simply taken songs that are familiar to many, though mainly us oldies. Sorry.
Enough said, so, let me entertain you.
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1. Love And Marriage
(Courtesy of Frank Sinatra)Now, I know it might sound like somethin’ stupid, and you wondering, “Is he alright?”
But I fell in love with her there and then despite us both being strangers in the night.
“Fly me to the moon,” she begged, but hey, I no Richard Branson, and quickly replied:
“How about New York, New York?” And would you know it, “Oh well, I guess that’s life,” she sighed.
Anyway,
We did things my way, I so determined to make her happy come rain or come shine,
And thus cooing, “The best is yet to come,” and, “Come fly with me,” she soon on cloud nine.
Yes, she my funny valentine, and I thus cackling, “I get a kick out of you!”
And we spending autumn in New York, but on the sunny side of the street, mind you.
It wasn’t long before I heard myself saying, “You’d be so nice to come home to,”
I thinking of a little place in Chicago, it my kind of town, and hers too.
“I need someone to watch over me,” she cried, and I replied, “Can’t live without you,”
And thinking, “For once in my life I have someone who needs me,” and yes, I her too.
So off I went to get a nice ring, and one for my baby too, and I singing:
“I’ve got my love to keep me warm,” and on the way there, some travel agent ringing.
'Cause guess what? I love Paris; and in the still of the night I whispered in her ear,
“Moonlight becomes you,” and, “It had to be you” — oh boy, it was a very good year.
By Lance Landall
This poem was tweaked on 30 August 2021.
2. Anytime
(Courtesy of Tom Jones)She asked me if she could use my phone, and I said, “Help yourself,” and she did so,
And I heard her enquire, “What’s new pussycat?”, and I thought to myself, “Hello?”
Well, I mean to say, how many people ring their pet, more so an answer get,
But hey, all was well, for she was simply joking with her daughter who’s a vet.
Anyway, and once off the phone, Delilah and I got talking about things,
And she told me how she missed the green, green grass of home and her sister who sings.
I responded by telling her that it’s not unusual to feel like that,
And that she could use my cell phone anytime, “And hey, my regards to the cat.”
By Lance Landall
3. Too Bad, Too Bad
(Courtesy of Englebert Humperdinck)It turned out to be the last waltz, ’cause shortly after, she said, “Please release me,”
And he sobbing, “What now my love, ’cause there goes my everything, don’t you see?”
But her Spanish eyes elsewhere, some secret love like no other love, sad to say,
And he shouting after her, “Answer me, Love!, but she was up, up and away.”
Oh yes, once it was, “I can’t take my eyes off you,” and, “Quando, Quando, Quando?”
But no wedding there’d be, just funny, familiar, forgotten feelings, oh.
He now a man without love, and back to Les Bicyclettes De Belsize, sadly,
And thinking, “Yes, it was too beautiful to last,” and hurting really badly.
What a wonderful world not quite so now, he no longer saying, “Call on me,”
But rather, “Am I that easy to forget?” and, “Oh, the way it used to be.”
“Yes, I’m a better man for having loved you,” he thought, but oh, now it simply
A winter world of love, but you know, hope stretching from here to eternity.
After all, another time, another place, and who knows, a new sweet lady,
Some stranger in paradise, on the dock of the bay, perhaps, where it’s shady.
And there, an unchained melody — yes, a man and a woman, stardust and all,
Another wonderland by night, and how in love again, the jilted can fall.
By Lance Landall
This particular poem was penned June 2021.
The usage of the song title "Come Together" in this poem,
simply refers to dating (lest it be misconstrued).
4. From Me To You
(Courtesy of The Beatles)
Hey Jude,
it's been a
hard day's night, and I've yet to catch up with Michelle, ma
belle,
So I'll be taking the
long and winding road that passes the fool on the hill.
I’m no longer dating Eleanor
Rigby, though I did spot her yesterday,
But only by chance as Penny
Lane is usually right out of my way.
I wouldn’t mind your help
to get back
home if I can’t get a ticket
to ride,
Though not at night as I’m a day tripper
who dislikes missing the countryside.
I feel like I've been working eight days a week,
have been here,
there and everywhere,
And even called in to see Lady
Madonna who hugged me and shed a tear.
It was pretty much a case of hello, goodbye,
she being about to head out,
Off on some magical
mystery tour, I think, and needed day out, no doubt.
She's still going on about the past, so I told her that she
should let it be,
And do you want
to know a secret? She told me she’s more than just fond of
me.
Yes, “Got to get
you into my life,” she said, and could we soon come together,
Ob-la-di,
ob-la-da — man, how you could’ve knocked me over with a
feather.
She’s quite well-off now (got lucky), but money can’t buy me love,
and besides, Jude,
They've now called her Lucy
in the sky with diamonds, for she has an attitude.
And I no competitor,
just a budding paperback
writer — skint, mostly —
So I was hardly about to say, “P.S. I love you
too, dear,” believe me.
And to be honest, I've got this other girl in my life now, and I love her,
And lest somebody says, “You’re
going to lose that girl,” I’m not about to err.
Yes, I saw her
standing there, so none of this you’ve got to hide your
love away,
Oh no, I determined to give her all my loving,
and such without delay.
Yes, we may well have the odd disagreement, but we can work it out,
surely
I not succumbing to Sergeant
Pepper’s lonely hearts club band, believe me!
And with a
little help from my friends, off we’ll go in our yellow submarine,
Complete with Maxwell’s
silver hammer and that blackbird
that's part of the same scene.
And when I’m
sixty-four, say, I will still be sighing, “Hold me tight,
love me do,”
We living in Strawberry
Fields forever, and she saying, “Please please me”
too.
By Lance Landall
5. Sadder But Wiser
(Courtesy of Elvis Presley)
’Twas a sad tale that he shared, and why he’s still all shook up,
a wreck, quite frankly,
And has even been seen crying
in the chapel, and he praying, possibly.
Yes, his love
letters to her marked return to sender,
and now back in his
hands,
His seemingly cosy chat with another girl torpedoing wedding plans.
Oh, the cruelty of suspicious
minds, his fiancé jumping the gun, you see,
His good luck
charm worthless — and in her mind, he
nothing but a hound
dog, sadly.
Hence his G.I.
Blues (he ex-army), and his residing at Heartbreak Hotel,
And why there’s a
little less conversation going down, and a ring to sell.
Oh, how he had pled with her in his letters, not that she’d read any of
them,
But simply nursed moody
blues, so upset that she’d missed out on a sparkling gem.
“Are you
lonesome tonight?” he’d penned, and, “Will you please let
me be your teddy
bear?”
But no response, tragically, thus his blue suede shoes
catching another
tear.
Yes, he’d felt like saying, “Don’t be cruel,”
and, “Please
love me tender,” but all was lost,
For she now had a wooden
heart, a face that rather than sunshine portrayed frost.
So, sad to say, there was no Hawaiian wedding song,
nor even jailhouse
rock,
And no guitar
man, and why in a dark wardrobe there’s an unused wedding
frock,
And he in the
ghetto of loneliness,
And the latter why most can’t
help falling in love again (revisiting same scene),
And why I'm sure that this chap will too when another little
cutie is seen.
Hence that proverbial cry, “It’s
now or never!”, for the hurting must be brave,
And in his
case, grab some polish, don a clean shirt and slap on some aftershave.
(And he a little wiser now).
By Lance Landall
6. Another Tale
(Courtesy of Cliff Richard)I was toying with a Summer holiday ’till I spotted a living doll,
Yes, that was the day I met Marie who was an avid fan of Nat King Cole.
Oh, how she went on and on — constantly! — and this why we don’t talk anymore,
And how I nearly became a bachelor boy ’till another doll I saw.
And guess what Marie said? “The minute you’re gone you’re off with another.” The cheek!
Although she softened things by adding, “I miss you nights,” and kissed me on the cheek.
Yes, I did feel bad, but I just couldn’t take it anymore, and suddenly,
Here was this other theme for a dream and I travellin’ light, most fortunately.
She must’ve had lucky lips because I married her and promised not to roam,
We living in the country now, and a little one oft shouting, “Daddy’s home!”
She’s such a cutie (just like her mother), and why I oft have fun with Carrie,
Until she says, “Please don’t tease,” and why I stop until the next time, naughtily.
Oh, what fun we have, and why there’s a whole lot of shaking goin’ on — yes, sir —
Our home full of laughter and scuttling startled pussy cats multicoloured fur.
And more so when she says, “Do you wanna dance, Dad?”, and up gets clumsy old me,
And its be-bop-a-lula, for that’s true love ways despite one crook leg and knee.
Oh, how the young ones seem wired for sound, and I protesting, but it’s all in the game,
My howls like a voice in the wilderness, she tugging on my arms just the same.
Yes, no congratulations coming my way, but a devil woman who aids,
Until daddy-cum-hubby flops exhaustedly and further torture evades.
My, some people!
By Lance Landall
The original title of this poem has been changed to what it is now.
7. Not So Gentle On One's Mind
(Courtesy of Glen Campbell)By the time I get to Phoenix most folk will be asleep or stifling a yawn,
And I won’t be able to catch up with the Wichita lineman until dawn.
Chad and I going way back, and he having recently got a new job there,
Wichita having lost its shine, and Galveston… well, his reasons weren’t that clear.
A woman, I heard, Chad wanting to get hitched and she pleading, “Let it be me,”
But it all over now, and her parting words being, “Your cheatin’ heart," sadly.
And now, Chad without her, though he did holler, “Honey come back!”, but it too late,
And she replying, “You should try a little kindness,” and darting out the gate.
She off with the Rhinestone cowboy, and Chad left sighing, “Next time it’ll be less of me,”
Which was great, for after nights of tears, he met Mary in the morning, you see.
Quite chuffed, he was, their honeymoon spent under Southern nights, and soon a wee one,
And he saying, “Where’s the playground, Susie? Working on power lines aint much fun.”
Yes, Chad a changed man, and that oft being the dreams of the everyday housewife,
Who, unfortunately, can find she’s ended up with the wrong man in her life.
And as for Chad’s ex — well, women need to watch out for those Rhinestone cowboys too,
For substance is better than glitter — and those tales that such men spin, oft untrue.
By Lance Landall
8. Such Is How It Goes
(Courtesy of Simon and Garfunkel)
I’d just got back from Scarborough
Fair where I’d had words with Mrs Robinson,
She not too happy about what I’d had to say, though she took it on the
chin.
But not so Cecilia
who had heard about it and hence the ringing phone,
A call that I had somewhat expected given that she was good friends
with Joan,
Mrs Robinson, that is.
She called me the
boxer, said I shouldn’t throw such verbal punches and rang
off,
I wondering how I could build a bridge over troubled
water, span that trough.
Her and I going way back — yes, we old friends, and
I sure she’d get over it,
Though right then I was hardly feelin’ groovy but in fact quite the
opposite.
Hence the sound
of silence, I annoyed too, for she shouted that I am a rock
(Unfeeling, in other words), and that I should’ve stayed in my little town
— some knock!
But I not homeward
bound, for a man must do what a man must do, speak his
mind,
Though I’ll still patch things up if I can, find some bookends-cum-put
it all behind.
(Now there's a good chap).
By Lance Landall
9. From Here To There
(Courtesy of The Carpenters)
“I’m tired of this
masquerade,” she groaned, “I just want to be myself from
now on,
No more of this touch
me when we’re dancing business, all that clandestine stuff
gone.
Yes, spying’s no longer for me,” she sighed, and then she handed her
notice in,
Which left her feeling on
top of the world, no longer drenched in adrenaline.
“Rainy days and
Mondays would always get me down,” she admitted, “shadows
too,"
She having to keep very quiet, couldn’t sing “We’ll have big fun on the
bayou.”
Jambalaya,
I’m talking about, it her favourite song, and Superstar,
And she could’ve
been one for
all we know, just like her country singing papa.
Yes, it seemed like only
yesterday that they were singing on the old back porch,
It getting so late that it was soon yesterday once more,
“And say, where’s the torch?”
Papa gone now, of course, and her mother too, and she left playing solitaire,
’Till she fill in love, and then it was, “Please Mr Postman,
is there one from my dear?”
Yes, those good
old dreams often come true, and so it was in her case,
happily,
And thus it not goodbye
to love, he having quickly said, “Will you marry me?”
Yes, they never hurting
each other, and both so in love they were heard to say:
“I won’t last a
day without you,” and hey, what more can this rascal poet
say?
Well, there was another
thing that was heard, and that was, "We've only just begun."
Now how's that for fun?
By Lance Landall
10. Oh, The Boat That Some Folk Row
(Courtesy of Neil Diamond)
One grey September
morn I heard a Kentucky woman
singing Song
Sung Blue,
Her carousing hubby having spent the night with a woman from Timbuktu.
Yes, far too much red
red wine, and he a sinner man if ever there was one,
So in need of Brother
Love’s traveling salvation show which had just begun.
Well, last I heard he was a solitary man,
she off one Chelsea
morning,
And hence what goes around coming around and the truth of his folly
dawning.
Yes, Shilo
was as bad as he, and why he shouldn’t have left sweet Caroline,
And if what Cracklin’
Rose says is so, he’s guzzling ginger beer instead of wine.
Oh, what a beautiful
noise!
By Lance Landall
11. Pushing The Envelope
(Courtesy of ABBA)
“Ring, ring,”
went the phone and it was Fernando
asking for more money again,
“Yes, money,
money, money,” she cried, “as if that’s all I’m good for,
jolly men!”
Hence I suspected he’d soon meet his Waterloo,
for Maria wasn’t happy,
Said, “Thank you
for the music,” and left me to find my own way out,
thankfully,
Fernando getting it in the neck for oft saying, "Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie."
Should she ask him to marry her he’d no doubt be quick to shout, “I do, I do,
I do, I do, I do,
a rich woman suiting him, and she nice looking too.
But it wouldn’t be long before there’d be an S.O.S-cum-quickie
divorce,
She no Chiquitita
or dancing queen
and “Mama Mia!”
would shout midst remorse,
And, “Does your
mother know?”, of course.
By Lance Landall
12. Since You Asked
(Courtesy of songs of the century)
I was extremely tired and needed a break so it was up, up and away,
In other words, give
me a ticket for an aeroplane 'round April or May.
And then off I went, nothing like leaving on a jet plane,
one there in a flash,
Ready to board the Starlight
Express on a trip that would soon drain me of cash.
No, I’m not really a big
spender but was wanting to have fun, fun, fun,
and
Was feeling like a rag
doll, so relaxing dips in Moon River
had been planned.
Yes, it was great feeling the wind beneath my wings,
so to speak, and soon I there,
My feet on the ground and I no longer like rocket man
shooting through the air.
I was hoping that I’d catch up with Maggie May
at some point on my journey,
She
good friends with Barbara
Ann and Jennifer
Juniper, incidentally.
The three having met each other on the Peace Train,
and Mandy
too, by the way,
Though she having taken the ferry cross the Mersey
on route to Mandalay.
Last I heard she’d left the pinball wizard
and married the hurdy
gurdy man,
Both enlisting the help of Jumping
Jack Flash as their wedding cameraman.
They’d exchanged rings in Winchester Cathedral, the organist Mr Bojangles,
Who, along with the candy
man and Danny
boy, yanked on the ropes of the bells.
Guess I’m digressing but that’s
what friends are for given that we are family,
Are connected via humanity, and such being the rhythm of life,
you see.
Yes, none of this poison
ivy stuff for me, I on good terms with everyone,
And hoping that I’d meet new friends once my sentimental journey
had begun.
Well, soon I was off, the tunnels a little spooky and
the hill tops misty,
Though soon it was blue
skies and gossamer breezes; I glad it wasn’t windy.
But I just couldn’t imagine
a break without someone nice like Georgie girl,
She the daughter of Lili
Marlene who had married Johnny Angel,
an Earl.
It was funny how they met, he having taken the last train to
Clarkesville, and
Lili too, but by mistake though, for she’d been told to take the A train
as planned.
She having just come out of a bad relationship shouting, “Stupid cupid!”
And fuming over what happens when two worlds collide
and someone blows his lid.
But not the gentle Earl, he having told her, “I’m a writer, not a
fighter,”
And this of which she’d been wishing and hoping;
she happy
and her heart lighter.
He
then gave her some tulips
from Amsterdam, and boasted: “Isn’t she lovely,”
Hence why I’m a
believer that good oft comes out of bad and amazingly.
Anyway, back to Georgie girl who was happy to join me in a heartbeat,
We both very fond of each other, but a man and a woman
who weren’t complete.
And so I popped the question midst moonlight and roses
and the chug of the train,
Good vibrations
coming from Engine
Engine number nine as it crossed some plain.
Yes, twenty
four hours from Tulsa we were wed, and I conveying, “Honey,
I love you just
the way you are,” she a dedicated follower of
fashion,
an uptown girl,
actually.
But I just delighting in her company, those magic moments
that oft came,
We totally honest with each other, not subscribers to “It’s all in the game.”
Oh, we so in
love that we were even singing in the rain,
or come snow,
Our journey a mixture of trains
and boats and planes, strolls, swims, quiet dinners or
show.
Oh yes, so many moments
to remember, the
look of love on our faces,
And she cooing, “I love to be close to you,”
as we toured many places,
And I thinking, we’ve
all the time in the world.
Sometimes I’d hide and call out and she’d ask, “Is that you, Greg?”,
and I would reply:
“It ain’t me babe,”
and we’d giggle together as other folk would walk on by.
I remember one day in MacArthur
Park where we carved something in some bark,
And she said, “Don’t
go breaking my heart,” and I replied, “Why
Not?”, just for a lark.
Oh dear, my brain said,
For there’s a
kind of hush, but her glare was feigned, for she laughed
and then kissed me,
And then plucked some little
green apples off a tree and held them out tenderly.
Later we dinned at Alice’s
restaurant — I sighing, “Food, glorious food”
—
And suggesting that we snuggle up on the sofa if she was in the mood.
Well, soon I had to send a message
to Michael stating that we’d be home soon,
So much money having gone
with the wind, and lest visa wise it be high noon.
Michael replied, “If
I only had time,” and suggested Mack the Knife
might help,
But the last
time he helped folk they needed needles and pins
and were heard to yelp,
Or something
like that.
Yes, the world being full of gypsies, tramps and
thieves, I mused, and muttered “Thanks Michael,”
And contacted Stan who’d just caught a fever from the folks who live on
the hill.
Thus he unable to help
too, though “I
will survive,” he replied, positively,
And I trying Mona
Lisa as a last resort who emailed “Certainly!”
“Did you know we had wed,” I asked, “Yes, I heard it through the
grapevine,” Mona replied,
She saying she would pick us up downtown,
gave her best wishes to groom and bride.
And true to her word, there she was — I shouting, “You’ve made me so very
happy!”
Itchycoo Park
an hours drive, though we riders
on the storm, unfortunately,
Yes, pillion passengers.
Her friend had come with another
bike (she a pretty
woman named Joanna),
And I a whiter
shade of pale given the state of it despite her manner.
Well, we got there in the end, I having prayed, “Please help me make it through
the night,”
Yes, it unforgettable,
staying alive
the object, Georgie also
white,
Jolly motorbikes!
But all’s well that ends well, so don’t cry for me
Argentina, for we’re okay,
Tragedy
averted, no ring
of fire — therefore, you can send in the clowns,
say.
Yes, let's not groan it’s
impossible but climb every mountain,
sing and not cry.
For fear’s like a candle
in the wind, and to be frank, one’s trousers better dry.
I must confess that ‘Anyone
who had a heart’ was going through my mind, and,
Go gently
and sailing
too, for I simply had no idea where we might land.
And I thus left with a portrait
of my love should it be Georgie on her
back,
And should she survive, patches of deep purple
skin and I an insomniac.
Yes, it then a case of, “What
now my love?” and possibly seasons in the sun,
And why I try
to remember to make the most of each day, laugh and have
fun.
And why this poem’s dedicated
to the one I love, my girl
whom I cherish,
And whom I’ll never stop showering with love ’till the
very day I perish.
Oh, just before I go, I was having a chat with Alfie the
other day,
And was saying, “Those
were the days,” and, “What the world needs now
is love, I say."
He agreed too and said, “You’ve lipstick on your collar,”
which he thought was funny,
And I replied, “My wife likes to colour my world,
give my regards to Sunny.”
Oh, what a
wonderful world it is, though sometimes it's a crazy world
too,
And why often I
say a little prayer for those among us whose love is blue.
Yes, I wish I could sprinkle some stardust,
say, and magic
sad feelings
away,
Or take folk from rags
to riches — and hey, what
about bottles of joy one could spray?
Meantime, don't
let the sun catch you crying — and if you're at your wits
end, take five.
By Lance Landall
13. Thought You Might Like To Know
(Courtesy of songs of the century)
Recently I received a parcel from Russia with love,
and I thought, Cindy,
Oh, Cindy,
how nice of you; she having been introduced to me by Wendy.
Wendy was often in a spot and I would respond with, “Don’t worry, baby,”
And somehow I would get things sorted, she living in a town without pity.
She’s now in Brazil,
but I’m sure we’ll
meet again given that I get around,
Work taking me here and there, and next year I think I’m Copacabana
bound.
She really appreciated my help, would say, “You’re the top,”
and smile
at me,
Her smile like the
warmth of the sun, but neither of us thinking of matrimony.
Yes,
Her lips would brush my cheek, but what’s in a kiss?
Such just her way of thanking me,
Though I thinking, now if
I were a carpenter, she being high society.
In other words, would she truly be happy with me, I being no
millionaire,
And probably better to look in the direction of not so well off Claire.
Anyway, back to Cindy who I hadn’t heard from for a millennium —
Well, so it seemed to me, tea
for two somehow tickling my patchy memory.
Yes, it a white
Christmas, a Winter
wonderland, I needing to light my fire,
And in the distant background an unchained melody
from some a cappella choir.
To be honest, I’m like a little yellow bird
born free,
too used to flitting,
And at that time, Georgia
on my mind, not slippers, a rocking chair or knitting.
And I not wanting to hear someone saying, “Promises, promises,”
oh no,
And hey, how
can you mend a broken heart, that pain that only the lonely
know?
So sometimes silence
is golden, for only love can break a
heart, pierce it through,
Though I guess I sound rather cynical when who knows who might come into
view.
And thus I soon saying, “I
feel the earth move, you’re my world,”
or, “Please kiss
me, Kate,”
Or singing, “O-wakka-do-wakka-day,
I got you, babe,
other things can wait!”
Yes, one can change in time, true love
and not puppy
love visiting with a bang,
And one uttering, “Hello,
dolly,” bedazzled
like, struck by some boomerang.
Yes, someone,
somewhere,
Venus in blue
jeans, perhaps, she cooing just like a dove,
And I replying, “You
stepped out of a dream, seems everyone’s gone to the
moon,
Love.”
Oh, the power
of love, it zapping one sooner or later, undoubtedly,
Hence two hearts beating in harmony,
cupid having called unexpectedly.
Yes, I guess one can’t beat
it, so it’s no use saying, “What’ll
I do?”
But rather, enjoying the trip, day by day,
night and day,
and repeatedly,
“And as for our honeymoon, my darling, what about the Isle of Innisfree?”
By Lance Landall
14. Happiness Is
(Courtesy of songs of the century)
When it’s like a rainy
night in Georgia and Moody River
seems blue on
blue,
And when invisible
tears are present all night long,
here is what you should do:
Just pick
yourself up, shout, “Zippidy doo dah,”
and if you can remember it,
“Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious,
I’m happy and fit!”
Yes, too bad if you aren’t, for you can trick yourself, you see — yes,
it so easy,
You soon dancing
in the street, (though please, not Gangnam style,
but something more low-key).
And if you want, you can blow tiny bubbles,
even have a lazy
Sunday,
A summer breeze
tickling your toes, happiness thus only a mindset away.
By Lance Landall
15. All's Well That End's Well
(Courtesy of songs of the century)
Vincent
had been warned but fools
rush in where angels fear to tread, its said, and so
Off on a foggy
day midst stormy
weather and heatwave
they were seen to go.
Yes, she mad
about the boy, and he the son of a preacher man,
by the way,
So he should’ve
known better especially after what Jolene had
to say.
Yes, she didn’t mince her words, no give peace a chance,
sort of thing, but told him straight,
Said, “Something’s
gotta give,” that he was slip, slidin’ away,
just playing with fate.
And thus no "you’ve
got a friend" response, but an I am the Walrus
approach, and,
He staring at wasted
days and wasted nights, misery that
he’d hardly planned.
She said he was Cathy’s
clown, but he replied, “It ain’t necessarily so,”
And wild horses
couldn’t pull him away, so they sailed off on Calypso.
“Jingle bells!”,
she shouted in frustration, and, “You’re a puppet on a
string!”, which
Saw him muttering, “Ain’t
that a kick in the head, she turning off like a switch.”
Well, she was right on the button for soon he was crying in the rain,
sadly,
Cathy having said, “Let’s
call the whole thing off, you don’t bring me
flowers weekly.”
But the latter was overblown, hardly like the twelfth of never,
frankly,
And he crying, “Let's
accentuate the positive,” but it no love story,
And therefore, neither of them singing I Could’ve Danced All
Night, regrettably.
Well, such went on all
through the night, though it more a case of twist and shout,
and then,
He saying to Sherry
(a friend), “She’s
out of my life, has had enough of men.”
“Oh lonesome me,”
he grieved, “the
party’s over, no
milk today, my love's gone away,”
They no longer happy
together, for “Bye
bye love” and “Love
hurts” had come his way,
Though he was so glad that he had thought to tell her about it
— Sherry, that is.
Yes,
Sherry had had her eye on Vincent for some time, and said, “Hey, hang on Snoopy”
(His nickname),
“Send me the
pillow that you dream on,” and on went a heartlight
very quickly.
He really liked Sherry, she forever in blue jeans,
kind of a wild
thing, you see,
So he replied, “Well do, you little thriller,
and please build
me up Buttercup,
(her
nickname, incidentally).
Yes, it’s also true that love
changes
everything, he now over the rainbow,
Feeling good,
doing a moondance
and shouting, “I’m
your puppet!”, quite oddly though.
Oh what a
beautiful morning, he in blue velvet,
and sorrow history,
She dressed in ebony
and ivory, quite a sophisticated lady.
And what a reception-cum-celebration,
Billie Jean,
Peggy Sue,
Lovely Rita
and Edelweiss
singing, “Stand
By Me,”
And Sir Duke
singing Turn On
The Sun and You’re
So Beautiful, rather loudly.
But round
midnight, and after all the fasinatin’ rhythm,
and just in time,
They flew off to America
to enjoy nights
in white satin and sweet dreams,
But this time in rhyme.
Oh, by the way, I'm sorry
Suzanne but he's taken.
By Lance Landall
16. Yea, Give Me The Simple Life
(Courtesy of songs of the century)
“I can’t help
lovin’ dat man,” she said, “but my heart belongs to Daddy,”
and so
Geoff moved on, said “Bye
bye baby,” had learnt not to waste his money long ago.
Yes, he a rags
to riches story, and not short of admiring hopefuls, who,
Like Emily,
made her presence known, and boldly said, “I’ve got a crush on you.”
Having lots of do-re-mi
helps, but Emily’s interest was genuine,
And thus in his case, luck
be a lady, for she soon had his head in a spin.
“My eyes adored
you,” he said, recalling his first impressions,
he so in awe,
But soon it was a case of “I’ve
grown accustomed to her face,” and off he tore.
Yes, just like that, so young
and foolish, hoping he’d find greater things tomorrow,
With a little
bit of luck, that is, and leaving Emily with her sorrow.
Yes, one moment it was everything’s
coming up roses, and then off he went,
No working my
way back to you sort of thing, his gooey heart now like
cement.
It’s not for me
to say, you might say, but I thought it quite cruel of
him, really,
He hollering “The
party’s over!”, and all just because of
a few tiffs yearly.
“Sit down,
you’re rockin’ the boat!”, he’d shout, as if relationships
always
run smoothly,
And what about his own
seventy six
trombones? His hollers just as noisy.
Yes, no I made
it through the rain attitude, no “Let’s patch things up,”
but rather,
He muttering “Raindrops
keep falling on my head,” and getting in a lather.
Someone should have said to him, “Hey, button up your overcoat,
walk like a man,”
For it takes
two to tango, and compromise should always be part of the
plan.
By Lance Landall
17. Did I Tell You?
(Courtesy of songs of the century)
Johnny was over
the moon, oo-shoo-be-doo-be,
so in love
with sweet
Lorraine,
And when spotted prancing about one day, he hollered, “Just walking in the rain!”
“You’re
sensational” and “You do something to me,”
he told her one evening,
Or was it, “You
go to my head,” and then he produced a sparkling diamond
ring.
Yes, he so in love, “She killing me softly with
her song,” he told me one day,
And she “on the
street where you live,” he continued, and I replied, “Oh,
okay.”
I had never seen her, to be honest, said “Good-bye”
and wished him all the best,
And told him he could contact me anytime,
and just as well, for here’s the rest:
Yes, he thought their relationship would last forever and ever,
but no, I’m afraid not,
She shouting “You
took advantage of me!” not long after they had tied the
knot.
Well, it might
as well rain, they say, and it did, she muttering “The thrill is gone,”
And he replying “Can’t
we be friends?” midst ducking a week old blueberry scone.
Now, I’ve never condoned violence, personally, but tensions can run
high,
And in his case he needed to straighten up and fly
right and eat humble pie.
She little girl
blue now, and crying
“The first cut
is the deepest,” which is true,
And the song “Two
different worlds” coming to mind, not oo-shoo-be-doo-be,
oo.
Yes, sometimes in life smoke
gets in your eyes and you aren’t seeing all that clearly,
The windmills of
your mind having slowed down, and hence how one can suffer
dearly.
One moment you’re thinking “At
last!”, then you or someone else is singing the blues,
And its hit the
road to dreamland, one wondering who’ll fill those
departing shoes.
By Lance Landall
18. Just The Other Day
(Courtesy of songs of the century)
I was thinking of far
away places, but my head said, "It’s impossible,"
I short on cash, you see, and my fingers tapping mah-na, mah-na
for a spell.
Yes, I rather bored, and thinking of a holiday abroad-cum-change of
scene,
And perhaps
love, quiet
nights of quiet stars, red sails in the sunset,
scrumptious cuisine.
Yes,
Such would be a
lovely way to spend an evening, falling in love again,
I thinking of the
most beautiful girl in the world I’d left behind,
but then,
I really not having much choice given she’d said “Baby don’t get hooked on
me,”
And it may not have worked out anyway, for all we know,
incidentally.
But who wants to be without
a song in their heart? Who would say I’ll walk alone?
Though I draw the line at that me and Mrs Jones
nonsense, a no go zone!
Yes, no secret
love affair for me, I stating, “It never entered my mind,”
And thus any Mrs Jones turning on her heels, I neither silly nor blind.
So, am I blue?
Well, kind of, and hey, I not exactly living the lush life,
And hoping that one
day I’ll hear “Never
can say goodbye” from a gorgeous wife.
But single I am, and blow
my foolish heart,
better get back to the dishes,
For what kind
of fool am I to leave them dirty? Hardly my flatmate’s
wishes.
By Lance Landall
19. Azure-Te
(Courtesy of Nat King Cole)
Come those Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Days of Summer and you’d see Ramblin’ Rose, who
Often caught up with Mona Lisa, Sweet Lorraine, and flirty Nature Boy too.
There were others as well, but oft it was a case of “Miss Otis regrets,” or
Someone would say, “I’m lost,” or “I’ve got it bad and that ain’t good,” and shut the door.
That last one adding, “Everything happens to me, but not L.O.V.E,
Just the game of love, all why there’s a lull in my life,” it rather sad, really.
’Cause let there be love, I say, a beautiful friendship, so pick yourself up, smile,
Thus lost April giving way to a September song, it just taking awhile.
Yes, one no longer the lonely one, solo ballerina, for all we know,
It all about being hopeful, and singing, “Fly me to the moon,” way to go!
Though sometimes it’s only a paper moon for some, not serenata de Amor,
And so, “Guess I’ll go back home,” they cry, it not but beautiful, they feeling sore.
By Lance Landall
20. On Tenterhooks
(Courtesy of Robbie Williams)
“She’s the one,”
I thought to myself, so I rang and said, “Let me entertain you,”
And Candy
replied, “Oh, okay,” she living in an adjacent avenue.
So off I rushed and knocked on
her door, she taking a millennium
it seemed,
And then off we went to town,
though I have seen better days, ’cause it really teemed.
But even so, I had no regrets,
almost tripping
over myself to please,
And I could feel my old
heart pounding — oh, the strange mechanics of our bodies.
I worried lest my babblings be
misunderstood,
and somethin’
stupid come out,
’Cause you know me,
ay, grab a can of fruit and it turns out to be sauerkraut.
And when I asked her, “How
about tomorrow too,” she took an eternity,
Candy playing hard to get, no
doubt, though I a better
man, quite honestly.
Yes, no more lazy days
just lying in bed listening to the radio,
I not wanting to come undone,
but strong
now, and hoping she’d say, “Yes,” not, “No,”
And why I thought I'd better go gentle.
Well, it clearly paid off, ’cause after talking to some Rock DJ
(friend of hers),
She said, “Sure thing, but best you check the weather lest another monsoon
occurs.”
“Yea, shame
about that,” I replied, given how it had teemed, me and my monkey!
But I’d got another
chance — and later, maybe marriage and kids,
hopefully.
By Lance
Landall
21. Hope Burns Eternal
(Courtesy of Justin Bieber)
“May I sit next
to you?”, I asked, hoping that there would soon be one less lonely girl,
And it a runaway
love too, a roller
coaster that like a bud would unfurl.
Yes, she so beautiful,
and I hoping that she didn’t have a boyfriend
right now,
And I not all that confident,
but she certainly somebody
to love, and how!
There being nothing
like us.
Yes, “I’ll show
you,” I said to myself, thinking of how well I would treat
her, and
Hoping that she wasn’t a heartbreaker,
for oh, such rejection I couldn’t stand.
“I’ll die in
your arms,” I felt like saying, and hoping that she’d never say never,
In other words, “Sorry,”
for when it comes to inventive lines, I’m not that clever,
And she perhaps saying, "What
do you mean?"
Amazingly though, she said, “Yes,” and lights went on all around the world
—
I so thrilled! —
And not exactly someone who could say, “Eenie Meenie,”
and my drink nearly spilled.
But she so down
to earth, great company,
and catching
feelings-cum-my interest,
So hold tight,
I thought, don’t go overboard,
no sense
rushing my dying quest,
Yea, no pressure,
just purpose.
And finally she softly cooing, “I’ll never let you go”
— well, I hoping so,
And I replying, “And visa versa, you’re my favourite girl,”
her face aglow.
And yes, hopefully we never having a bad day,
for love is all
that matters;
Beauty and a beat,
her and my pounding heart, and thereby, loneliness in tatters.
By Lance Landall
22. 'Bout Time
(Courtesy of the Eagles)I’d been working pretty hard, and therefore, thought it ’bout time to take it easy,
So I booked into Hotel California, the weather fine but breezy.
The food was good, the room clean, the view stunning, but things not so good service-wise,
The staff looking like they were still getting over a tough Tequila sunrise.
Well, the stay did me good, life in the fast lane having taken its toll, sadly,
Though I no desperado, and not the lyin’ eyes kind either, believe me.
Some things not paying in the long run, nor that crazy “Take it to the limit,”
Hence my resting up and feeling like a new kid in town, bright, healthy and fit.
Yes, the stress already gone, I now able to give the best of my love, so,
No heartache tonight, the sad café not on my list, I cheerful and not low.
And hence that peaceful easy feeling, all that wasted time behind me now, and,
I in the city catching the Midnight Flyer home, refreshed, relaxed and tanned.
By Lance Landall
Both Christian and secular content.
23. It's Christmas Time
(Courtesy of Christmas songs, both secular and Christian)Come Christmas time and folk gather 'round a table with their friends and family,
A time when no one asks, “Do they know it’s Christmas?”, it known by all and sundry.
Though some might ask, “Do you hear what I hear?”, possibly the bells of St. Mary,
Where folk might be heard singing Mary’s Boy Child, Angels from the Realms of Glory.
Yes,
“Joy to the world!”, Christians shout, “Jesus Christ is born; Go, tell it on the mountain,
Thus letting this wondrous news that's given the world hope gush forth like a fountain.
O come all ye faithful, for what child is this but the Father’s Son, Holy king,
And therefore, it hardly being a silent night, for Hark! The herald angels sing.”
Yes,
While shepherds watched their flocks by night — and in fact, once in royal David’s city,
(O little town of Bethlehem, and away in a manger), what did folk see? —
A precious babe, and why come Christmas folk deck the hall, warble o holy night,
Hence the holly and the ivy that’s seen, those Christmas trees so colourful and bright,
Both Christians and non-Christians wishing folk the best; a time of love and delight.
Such a time a winter wonderland in some countries, hence that cry, “Let it snow!”
Folk even dreaming of a white Christmas where it’s how many degrees below?
And others simply conveying, “I’ll be home for Christmas,” for one thing is clear,
Midst the ding dong merrily on high, it’s the most wonderful time of the year.
And the night before Christmas? Well, it’s pretty cool too, folk anticipating,
Some dressing up Frosty the snowman, or, The First Noel or Silver Bells sing.
But be Christmas in Killarney or elsewhere, everyone saying the same thing,
“We wish you a merry Christmas," and come New Years Eve, it’s Auld Lang Syne that they sing.
Anyway, it's Feliz Navidad from me.
By Lance Landall
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