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Happy Birthday Goes Viral / The lyrical Imperative
I realize this is a tech forum and musical creations are tolerated and even supported here, but no much is said about writing lyrics, for which there is no app that randomly generates decent lyrical content (I think). So, gratefully thanking the off topic god, I'd like to bring the matter up for discussion. Unfortunately, I preface it with my usual long winded and randomly generated celebrations on the topic, but with that great new ignore button (your own judgement) you can just skip it and trumpet your own thoughts to an audience you will never see and who probably don't give a shit unless you're Elton's partner, Bernie what's his name.
First, to establish my own credibility I offer some of my best lyrics and my favorite two lines I have ever written in a song..."Gypsies are born to be free... free to live miserably!". The song, entitled "Gypsy" was included in a musical (optioned for production in NYC and my greatest theatrical achievement... till holders of the option promptly went bankrupt and their theater sold... now that's good drama!) The musical, "The Last Cabaret" was about the Nazis invading Czechoslovakia and, being a type of Brechtian concoction, I was asked to write a version of that iconic theme of the time... Gypsies.
Do you know why they call us Gypsies?
It's cause we're always getting gypped, see?
And when we aren't getting gypped
Were forced to take a trip ...
Across the border.
When one is born to be a Gypsy
It means a life of reading weak tea
A Gypsy travels very light, a sailor of the night,
A ship without an anchor.
Oh, what a vagabond life!
With no one to trust but my knife!
Gypsies are born to be free...
Free to live mis-er-a-bly!!!
Well, I guess that proves my creds unassailable (really?) Well, at least I've tried and know it is pretty damn hard to do well.
So I submit for your delectation and dissection probably the most popular song ever written (correction: by a school teacher in Louisville KY in the 1890s and now copyright free, I believe (what?! I thought it came from the book of Deuteronomy!... Moses' 300th birfday, or am I mistaken? Yes, you are, now please take that party hat off and sit down!)
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, (pause) dear Stalin,
(sorry, you know me, must have some ashes thrown on the flowers)
Happy birthday to you!
It's a great piece of songwriting, eh? Six words in total, and perhaps as equivalent in positive impact as Hemmingway's famous novel of six words..."For sale. Baby shoes. Never worn," was for the melancholic. And think of it, two lines exactly the same, but the tension builds... and the dramatic pause (before or after, you pick) before the song is totally personalized and emotionally packaged with the recipient's actual name. What other song can do that? And then, of course a peaceful resolution after the excitement with the same words, yet their meaning now suffused with a contented joy.
No wonder it is probably the globe's most known song. And that's not all! It is the only song that concludes with an heroic action... big breath in, (I'm still here!) Big exhalation (what a relief!) and the flames of years gone by extinguished to make way for the new. A brief swirl of smoke signifies the evanescence of life and its mystery and the feast begins again. Connected, renewed, sobered and joyful. What a fucking masterpiece! Hear it once you never forget it. Even children of three can sing it (the more intelligent ones, anyway). It erase borders (Happy burr-day, dear Toshiro-San!) and has more waiters singing their asses off than any La Marseillaise singing crowd at Rick's cafe ever could.
All this is to say songwriting is tough, unless you're a midwestern school teacher. Choose your words carefully and look for inspiration from the best. John Lennon sure did it. Imagine all the people... but you can do it, too. After all, birds do it, bees do it... even educated fleas do it!
What you say? What say you? You say what? Or in 21st century parlance, Whut?
Comments
Interesting. I was sidetracked by your claim that the song was copyright free as I’d heard things to the contrary but you are correct. It has an interesting copyright history however ....
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Happy_Birthday_to_You
Strange times we live in
I love words, and use lots of them often. While I will forever adore the lyrics of someone like Bob Dylan, who does care how many syllables he has to cram into a line to get his point across, I am in awe of people like Tom Petty who can say the same sentiment with 1/4 of the words. This isn't about one is better or worse than the other - more an appreciation for an artist who can do more with less, something I struggle with.
Well, @Daveypoo, I guess it depends on the kind of picture you want to paint....
Flowery...
Down a backstreet of Chicago,
Through a dark and hidden alley
Leaving all the world behind you
Drunk with whiskey and desire.
Down a twisted, rusty staircase
Leading to a crimson doorway
Is the cathouse called The Orchid
Full of petals juicy red.
Or minimalist...
Anyone can cut off his thumb
Stupid love can hurt like a gun.
Zennish...
My love is a white cloud,
Floating in the quiet sky
And I'm a blue mountain,
Almost touching with my eyes.
Humorous...
Your tongue's a strange, strange place
It lives far down, the farthest in your face.
Vintage...
Cynthia!
You got me goin' like a Symphony
With ev'ry melody set in motion
Like the waves of the Atlantic Ocean!
60s...
It's a most natural thing to feel for a lady
Bring her flowers when her days are rainy
Stick beside her even though it's crazy
You gotta try some time. You gotta try some time.
Narrative...
The last thing I remember is a dice game... back in Lebanon
With a Nubian soldier... took his boots off left his helmet on
Guess you know I was winning... when I told him I'd be on my way...
Next thing I knew I was riding on a camel with my hands tied behind my back
Ridin' thru the desert at a breakneck speed
Ridin' with that loser to my destiny!
Maybe others will quote some of their lyrics and the genre. So many of them.
I knew it! I put your post into a readability website and it confirmed my worst fears:
Busted, C3PO.
I'll bet there's a site that could convert your prose into "bumper stickers". I'll try:
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Forum.AudioB.us
Music Makers
I
Shut Up and Sing!
Words and Lyrics
I think, Therefore, Move Over, Troll
See, it's not hard to communicate is simple ideas rather than dressing them up with
extra syllables. Try to use more periods. Cut the steak for me. (probably not getting through).
OK, try this:
In the course of human endeavor, we are oft confronted with a passage of prose so dense that, in strictly practical terms, we cannot navigate it without sharp implements to allow further progress but all that must be deferred to a later time for I have a bone to pick with you for the effort it requires to comprehend your intent with these collects of letters assembled in large bundles and pasted in a linear fashion, as noted i your handle here, across my world wide web browser and creating a sense of panic in my learning disabled mind and often using a language I thought I could comprehend only to find I cannot, so, I beg you to please consider editing your missives to be less taxing on my morning mental capabilities and thus furthering the enjoyment of my day.
@McD this war of words must stop. You are a perfect example of appsolute power corrupting appsolutely. Where's that ignore switch, toggle, detente.. yes, that's what you need. A good detente in the middle of your randomizer.
Real life storytelling:
Six hours out of Del Ray Beach
And still no end in sight
Foot on the gas & nowhere to be
I’ll be drivin’ all damn night
Just 10 more hours to N’Orleans
And maybe I’ll get some sleep
Or maybe I’ll party at the Sugar Bowl
Pay 27 dollars for one damn drink
And I drive
40,000 miles a day
And I drive drive drive
I’m driving my tears away
And I drive
300 more miles to go
And I drive drive drive
I’ll never get back home
Nothing but swamp as far as I can see
But I’d rather be there instead
Screamin’ down the 10 in Uncle Joe’s Cavalier
With no head-rest to rest my head
The radio’s jamming and the wind is blasting
And I’ve no clue where I am
But I’m living out my American dream
Handed down by my Uncle Sam
No money in my pocket, no idea where I’m going
With my life piled in the rear
But the south stretches out like an open wound
And it’s bleeding all my fears
So I bob and I weave, and I dodge and I turn
And I make it to the Texas line
With The Incident following me all the way
And that’s how I know I’m making time
Cruising through the desert, skirting past the sea
Leaving every person, place, emotion known to me
I drive and drive so blindly to the Northern Cali shore
And what life’s there to meet me when I’m banging at the door
But for now I’m running down a dream
Under Arizona skies
Before me only promise
And behind me only lies
The ever-present churning
Of the engine at my feet
& the ever-driving promise
That I might just get some sleep
Fanciful poetics:
I’m lost on an island out at sea
I’m lost with no one to rescue me
I’ve been gone for 13 months
And I’ll be gone for 13 more
It’s been a long and lonely road
But that’s nothing next to what’s in store
I’m lost in the mountains of Tibet
I’m lost and no one has found me yet
The days are pretty chilly
And the nights are downright cold
I’m sure they’ll find my body
But they’ll never find my soul
A part of me may come back someday
But a part of me has gone to stay
And I try my best to pretend
But I’ll never be the same again
I’m lost in the desert of my mind
I’m lost and you’ll search but never find
I’ve walked right off the deep end
And I’m never coming back
Never coming back
Mildly clever double entendre wordplay:
Be gentle; it’s my first time
I gotta take it slow
There isn’t much I know
But I’m pretty sure I’ll do fine
This nervousness I hope will pass
How do I begin?
I guess I’ll dive right in
And I’ll do my best to make it last
The first time is always the hardest
But an early first step takes you the farthest
It’s something that I’ve always wanted to do
And I am glad to share this moment with you
I’m hoping that I’ll do alright
I don’t know where to start
I’m following my heart
Let’s hope that’s enough to get me through the night
I don’t want to let you down
You know I’ll do my best
To be better than the rest
And maybe get some respect in this town
For what it's worth..... and no, I didn't write the Buffalo Springfield tune. I'm no Stephen Stills.
Thanks @daveypoo. Very interesting and great to get inside your head. I hope more folks will post their lyrics. A great way to get to know people.
Ignore'd. It's not a war... it's a genocide. Crimes have been committed. I want to invade and
take your Kawaii and have my way with your audio interface.
Do you mean genrecide; (I told you this would happen!!;)
How do you get these jokes past the spell chekar? Never mind.
I figgerd it out. The best words gits undurlinyd in red. Kool. Mark
Twain didn't have a spell checker. Typos in every speech from Huck.
Be careful - I'm not sure what you'll find in there. Been a while since I looked, myself.
If we use ignore does it hide every thread created by that person and even their
"Knowledge Base" category? I'll be back.
No. Just their comments embedded down in the thread are removed from your field of view. The Header and the first post are there. Can I comment and ignore @someone begging me to stop!!!!
This 'ignore' thing is offensive (like in weaponized) and not defensive (like in shield).
"I'm not listening." (Fingers in ears).
It will definitely get you banned if you ignore and flame on and you won't be asked to apologize by the person you attack.
"What did I do?"
Attacking a moderator is really suicide by cop.
Hang on...
OK. Fingers out of ears and everything by @someone is gone. I'll post and refresh.
For the maligned it's the right approach to a troll. "Don't feed the bear".
After, refresh everything is back to normal and you can see what @someone said while you took the time out to calm down. That could be useful when a troll comes a calling and you want to continue a group conversation. I like that. In 18 months I would have used that maybe 6 times with no one being the wiser... as the troll keeps throwing darts and I just keep talking with my peers. Nice and it would drive the troll crazy and good people would suggest it stop. But you wouldn't care... talk to the "ignore".