Let's write a song.

FinsburyParkCarrots

Oi got a big ole lighthouse, ma'am,
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!

Ms. Haiku

FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:

Oi got a big ole lighthouse, ma'am,
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!

Maybe less seductive and more blues. You and your lighthouses Fins, always wanting to point out those lighthouses. To most people it's a building, but NOOOO.

Ms. Haiku

I saw him scout the sun for signs, ma'am,
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.

Boom The Cat

Anyway I can help out?

Ms. Haiku

Boom The Cat wrote:

Anyway I can help out?

Add, delete, whatever. It's in the court of the person who is willing to play the game.

Ms. Haiku

Should we start another one? Whose turn?

Ms. Haiku

One way we could do this is to start with a song, change the lyrics, and change the music. When I changed Fins lyrics to the lighthouse song, that was fun, and there's a trace of both his version, and my version. So, let's start with a song and change it. Should we start with a PJ song because most of us may know it, or is that sacriligious? What's a good song that all of us around the world would know? A holiday song? Winter Wonderland? What do you think?

Boom The Cat

yeah, can we slow the tune down a little?

FinsburyParkCarrots

A slow sea shanty?

Ms. Haiku

FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:

A slow sea shanty?

Ok

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?

Ms. Haiku

Chain Gang Blues by Gertrude "Ma" Rainey
Working on the chain gang was not reserved for men alone. Women and young girls could be sentenced too to work on the "county road" as Ma Rainey sings here.

The judge found me guilty, the clerk he wrote it down
The judge found me guilty, the clerk he wrote it down
Just a poor gal in trouble, I know I'm county road bound

Many days of sorrow, many nights of woe
Many days of sorrow, many nights of woe
And a ball and chain everywhere I go

Chains on my feet, padlock on my hand
Chains on my feet, padlock on my hand
It's all on account of stealing a woman's man

It was early this morning that I had my trial
It was early this morning that I had my trial
Ninety days on the county road, and judge didn't even smile.


So, here's a blues song performed by a legend. Should we start with this? From other lyrics I've read by other artists, this seems to be pretty classic in form. I don't know if this is played on piano or guitar, but let's try to create music for the piano. Who plays the piano? Would someone like a stab at creating a blues song in this form? Should the subject be spending the first winter without heat i.e., someone lost job, can't find another, first winter spent without affording heat, can't call someone for help because telephone's turned off. Person still has running water, and was able to pay this month's rent. What do you think?