Let's write a song.
Ms. Haiku
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Who knows how to write a song? We need a game plan, strategy, charisma, and intuition. How many syllables? Does it need to rhyme? What should be the topic. Could someone who actually writes songs do the editing so that it makes sense? This person would be asked to revise the drafts after discussions. Anyone up for it? How about a song about listening? I'm open to changes in strategy. Thoughts? Suggestions?
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The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
Er, okay. I'll play with these chords:
| Em7 F7 | Bbmaj7 Db7 | Gbmaj7 A7 | Dmaj7
Later though. I'm busy here. Vacation is over.
I'll start with the words, and please please edit if needed:
Shamrock Grey brought down 7th Street
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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Shamrock Grey brought down 7th street
wearing gloves of mystic white pearl
She found answers within shop
windows adjusting street length curls.
Is that too light, do you need more brassy? A little help, people (and Fins of course)!
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
More cowbell!!!
More cowbell!!!
More cowbell!!!
http://www.encyclopediadramatica.com/images/1/10/Oyster2.gif
wearing a white pearl cowbell
Nope, nope, I just can't do it.
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
You could write velly good song
all in haiku, yes?
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
Ah woke up early in dah mornin'
Ah got duh over thirties nasal hair growin' in duh nostrils bogey bad blues
yuh
Ah said uh woke up early in dah mornin'
Ah got duh over thirties nasal hair growin' in duh nostrils bogey bad blues
uh huh
Ah cleared dem bogeys widdout warnin'
Ah squashed em out by clampin' mah nose in between two shoes
in between two shoes, y'uh huh
:cool::cool:
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
Seven Bogies walking. Set in a Casablanca fan convention. We can do it. And we need seven Ingrid Bergmans too. Seven Bergs for Seven Bogies.
You got me laughing there, Fins - Good job!
Of the seven Bogies (and I take it this is way in the future when cloning has reached a level to clone dead movie actors) which one turns his head away from one of the Ingrid Bergmans and why? That's the ticket, there's the story, you think?
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
sorry to butt in....
you have to find out which one of the Bogies runs...
who is the runny Bogie??
I don't know if I've seen a movie with whats-his-name running, but hey, anything is possible.
If people are really set on doing a song riddled with nose-issues I can step down, and just watch from the sidelines. I'm writing this paragraph in good humor, by the way not sarcasm.
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
http://www.geocities.com/captcutlass/Tune.html
These be shanties, oooo arrrr.
Yodel-lo oi tiddle-o
Tall and proud and famous, ma'am,
Yodel-liddle oi po.
Moi lighthouse girth is wondrous, ma'am,
Hoodle hiddle yiddle I piddle-o,
Firm and good and sinuous, ma'am,
Jugga jugga jiggle hi ho.
Oi'll guide dose boats, a splashin', ma'am,
Wet as night, oi fiddle-o
Oi'll stand their rainsoak lashin', ma'am,
With moi big bright pole hey ho.
Moi lighthouse bell needs washin', ma'am,
Come bring your boat high hither ho!
I'll toll it like a passion ma'am!
Moi bell will never wither no
Moi bell will never wither no
yiddle ay po!
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
Yodel-lo oi tiddle-o
Weather marked his age in lines, ma'am,
Yodel-liddle oi po.
He reads the storms, is wondrous, ma'am,
Hoodle hiddle yiddle I piddle-o,
But look down if he sights you, ma'am,
Jugga jugga jiggle hi ho.
Only a few have known him, ma'am,
Silently stares, oi fiddle-o
They stand in storms searching signs, ma'am,
For eyes of golden rims hey ho.
If you want a wander's life, ma'am,
Come bring your boat high hither ho!
He'll add darkness to your eyes ma'am!
The bell will never sounding low
The bell will never sounding low
OK, Fins, and anyone else, edit away this little shanty.
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
there you are.
- brain of c
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
there you are.
- brain of c
Work songs/gospel became one form of the blues didn't they, and a sea shanty is a work song, correct? So, that's not too far off the mark. To make a song slow in the words it has to not end so much with t or p maybe have some words with sm sp ds or whatever. What do you think? If we wrote a sea shanty about sea swells and sand that would work, right? You can't sing all of those s's quickly, eh?
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird