“Take me, I’m Yuri’s.
“No, take me, I’m Yuri’s!”
“No, take us, I’m Yuri’s, and so is my wife!’
(and on it went, because dreams are made of things like this).
I just found out
that my welly boot leaks
now I’ve got a wet foot;
well, fancy that!
“Isabella”
1st verse
Isabella!
Isabella!
Isabella
necessary on a bike.
2nd verse
Not necessara
Not necessara
Not necessarily;
you can have a parpy horn,
if you like
NB the song could stop after the first verse, or the second verse could be distanced by some time from the first, or it could be sung all in one go. Choices!
Black is the shadow of my night
Blue is the colour of my sadness
And as the colour of virginity is white
On my page it is the monument to my Madness
And also to my flag of surrender
Red I forgo, and thus is my danger
Yellow for my cowardice shows
Grey is the dawn and the sunset
And purple is maybe a colour for my prose
Green is the shade of my envy
Pink is… just for the girliest of girls
Orange will not rhyme for me – it rhymes with… nobody
Unless written in Mandarin’s curls.
(Singing)
The colours of my life are all different now.
I’ve lived a long time and they’ve changed somehow;
White and Purple,
Pink and Green,
Think about what ‘could have been!’
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To be posted later. Just need you to get your singing voices warmed up as it’s a poem to be sung, not read. That would make it a lyric, but let’s not split hares! G;)
Later is now:
PS it’s in the key of Am (but isn’t it always)and the second chord is a Cmaj (no surprises there) the rest is open to interpretation.
I’d like to help you out…
But, I don’t know where you came in…
Ha, ha!
I’m sorry if I startled you…
So, where on earth do I begin?
You’re not sixteen, anymore…
And it’s a long time since I was.
This is a lyric to a song
For our lives that went so (very) wrong
We just didn’t sing along…
… in perfect harmony- because…
You were in a flat,
I didn’t want to be sharp,
You played a tune on devil’s horns,
Whilst I plucked things up on an angel’s harp.
bom (in Ab) bom (in A) bom (in Bb)…
You, and I, have gone our separate ways-
You, and I, no longer share our days-
Or nights. And, there’s no putting the wrongs to rights;
There’s no putting the wrongs to rights
And, there’s no putting the wrongs to rights, at all…
I’d like to work things out…
But, we both messed things about…
Oh, no!
I’m sorry for the fix we ended in…
Where on earth would we begin?
You’re not sixteen, anymore…
And it’s a very long, long time since anywhere near that age, I was!
This is a fading lyric to a sad little song
For our lives that went so very sadly wrong
We don’t have the ways to try to sing along…
… in perfect harmony- because…
You were inclined to be sharp,
I could see that things were flat,
You played a tune on devil’s horns,
Whilst I plucked things up like a pratt.
bom (in Ab) bom (in A) bom (in Bb)…
You, and I, have now gone our separate ways-
You, and I, can no longer share together days-
Or nights. And, there’s definitely no putting the wrongs to rights;
There’s absolutely no putting the wrongs to rights
And, there’s not the slightest possibility of a chance of us…
Putting the wrongs to rights…
bom (in A) bom (in Bb)
…at all!
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