Archive for November, 2009

write a song of ithaca

“Write a song of Ithaca,
Write a song today!”

“What is there to write about?
How oft the skies are gray?”

“Write a song of Ithaca,
Write of the leaves that fall.”

“Walt won’t have written “Leaves of Grass”
If he had to sweep them all!”

“Write a song of Ithaca,
Write of the fallow deer!”

“Of fallow deer? My fellow men
Would laugh at me, I fear.”

“Write a song of Ithaca,
Of Christmas when it snows.”

“The white is not so sweet a sight
When it’s on your ears and nose!”

“Write a song of Ithaca;
At least, write one for me!”

“Ah! that I’ll do, for without you
I’d long have left for sea!”


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Just some of the sweetest, cheesiest lyrics in our reading list. May contain traces of nuttiness! (and naughtiness, too!)

The premise of it all:

Life is a song, let’s sing it together.
Let’s take our hearts and dip them in rhyme.
Let’s learn the words, learn the music together,
Hoping the song lasts for a long, long time.

Why can’t I let you know
The song my heart would sing –
That beautiful rhapsody
Of love and youth and spring?
The music is sweet,
The words are true,
The song is you.

Weather seems to be a common topic…

Gives me a lovely day,
Gives me the milky way.

Ev’rything went wrong,
And the whole day long
I’d feel so blue.
For the longest while,
I’d forget to smile;
Then I met you.

How much do I love you?
I’ll tell you no lie,
How deep is the ocean,
How high is the sky?
How many times a day
Do I think of you?
How many roses
Are sprinkled with dew?

Isn’t this a lovely day
To be caught in the rain?
You were going on your way
Now you’ve got to remain.
But it really doesn’t matter
If the skies are gray;
Long as I can be with you,
It’s a lovely day.

… as does food:

I don’t need music, lobster or wine
Whenever your eyes look into mine.
The things I long for are simple and few:
A cup of coffee, a sandwich, and you!

You’re the cream in my coffee,
You’re the salt in my stew,
You will always be my necessity,
I’m lost without you.
You’re the starch in my collar,
You’re the lace in my shoe,
You will always be my necessity,
I’d be lost without you.

But of course, life’s not a bed of roses…

Weddings make a lot of people sad,
But if you’re not the groom they’re not so bad.

What’ll I do
When you
Are far
And I
Am blue,
What’ll I do?
What’ll I do
When I
Am wond-
‘ring who
Is kiss-
ing you,
What’ll I do?

We all have dreams, it seems, of matrimony,
We wake from the dreams when we pay alimony.

There she is,
My old gal.
There he is,
My old pal.
And here am I
Broken hearted.

Must you dance quite so close
With your lips touching his face?
Can’t you see I’m longing to be in his place?
You’ve been locked in his arms
Ever since heaven knows when,
Won’t you change partners, and then
You may never want to change partners again.

…although some might think that love’s just a bed of Rose’s (and Mary’s and Jane’s and…)

Brush up your Shakespeare,
Start quoting him now.
Brush up your Shakespeare,
And the women will wow.
Better mention “The Merchant of Venice”
When her sweet pound o’ flesh you would menace.
If her virtue, at first, she defends – well,
Just remind her that “All’s well that ends well.”

Couldn’t sleep
And wouldn’t sleep
Until I could sleep where I shouldn’t sleep.

Ah, the number of ways to say a great or little thing:

Time is so old
And love is so brief.
Love is pure gold
And time is a thief.

Never swat a fly,
He may love another fly;
He may sit with her and sigh
The way I do with you.
Never harm a flea,
He may have a fav’rite she
That he bounces on his knee,
The way I do with you.

And when you run out of ideas,

I’ve studied all the rhymes that all the lovers sing;
Then just for you I wrote this little thing:
Blah blah blah blah moon,
Blah blah blah above;
Blah blah blah blah croon,
Blah blah blah blah love.

Blah blah blah your hair,
Blah blah blah your eyes;
Blah blah blah blah care,
Blah blah blah blah skies.

Nothing else for me to say,
And so I’ll close,
But by the way,
Ev’rybody’s thinking of you.
P.S. I love you.

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