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You were the best cook that I've ever known I fell in love with your food and your charms I was in Heaven with you, but now I'm in Heaven alone 'Cause I choked on a fishbone and died in your arms
I made it that long? Wow...... I impressed with myself. (I could have held out longer but I was goaded into posting a comment, by someone who shall remain Nameless)
It was a few years ago, around 2000. I wrote the lyric as an opening song for an autobiographical cabaret act my friend Sharon Lowe was doing. It went like this:
A cabaret act To have any impact Can't be merely a string of good songs Like any first-rate singing star I'll make every song in my repertoire Unquestionably belong
To have its effect I will have to project Myself and my own design The songs may be by Irving or Cole But when the lyrics are baring a soul The soul they are baring is mine
(Refrain) You may have heard the song before But when I'm singing it, it says more It's about me
The song that long ago they wrote When tied to a personal anecdote Is about me
That ballad may seem universal But there's more here than meets the eye It's really about a romatic reversal I happen to suffer in junior high
So all the songs I sing today Whatever they meant on the Great White Way Are about me
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>Choked on a Fishbone & Died In Your Arms
This is too good for a blog. I'm going to write a country song with this title.
Please make sure that the dog doesn't die.
Dogs always run off and die in country songs...
You were the best cook that I've ever known
I fell in love with your food and your charms
I was in Heaven with you, but now I'm in Heaven alone
'Cause I choked on a fishbone and died in your arms
(Banging Head Against Monitor)
I'm speechless. Totally speechless. . .
Call me an optimist, but I don't think you'll be speechless for long.
Honey you know I love you
said I would till the day I die
traveled many winding roads
often eating on the fly
Now is not the time
to find a fault with you
but we gotta taklk about your cooking
your gravy tastes like glue
Now I know you say you love me
and would never do me harm
but baby, last nights dinner!
I choked on a fishbone and died in your arms.
I'm thinking we should leave song writing to those with more talent and stick with blog names.
This Ain't A Song,It's My Blog
In The Dark Side of The Mirror
I've Got The Blogging Blues
According to Blogger, you were speechless for 1 hour and 36 minutes. Congratulations!
As far as songwriting talent goes, one of my lyrics was sung at Carnegie Hall's Weill Recital Hall in a benefit for the New York City Ballet.
One of my lyrics was sung by a drunk waiter at the Carnegie Deli.
I made it that long?
Wow...... I impressed with myself.
(I could have held out longer but I was goaded into posting a comment, by someone who shall remain Nameless)
Gramm? Congratulations on your song.
What is it?
Jim? I think we would all like to hear you sing!
It was a few years ago, around 2000. I wrote the lyric as an opening song for an autobiographical cabaret act my friend Sharon Lowe was doing. It went like this:
A cabaret act
To have any impact
Can't be merely a string of good songs
Like any first-rate singing star
I'll make every song in my repertoire
Unquestionably belong
To have its effect
I will have to project
Myself and my own design
The songs may be by Irving or Cole
But when the lyrics are baring a soul
The soul they are baring is mine
(Refrain)
You may have heard the song before
But when I'm singing it, it says more
It's about me
The song that long ago they wrote
When tied to a personal anecdote
Is about me
That ballad may seem universal
But there's more here than meets the eye
It's really about a romatic reversal
I happen to suffer in junior high
So all the songs I sing today
Whatever they meant on the Great White Way
Are about me
Okay, I take back the talent comment on song writing.
I like that.
(bows slightly)
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