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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…

Sunshine
Gives me a lovely day,
Moonlight
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
Away
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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What the men on the moon might have sung, post Apollo 11:

(a.k.a. the dark side of the moon landing)

courtesy of Elton John, Harry Nilsson and (yes) Ernie! I think Ernie says it the best, and says much more, too

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the guitar is hard again

So I’ve just restrung HY’s guitar.

The pristine white bass strings and the crystal clear treble strings beckon to be played, to channel a love song, or a Bach piece, or a bluesy chord progression. And I’m very inclined to oblige.

There’s just one problem: It’s a left-handed guitar, and I’m not sinister (in the original sense of the word).

But then again, how hard can it be? The strings are nylon ones, not steel, so they’re much easier to press. The chord fingerings and notes are just a mirror image of the fingerings I’m familiar with. All I have to do is apply my own tips that I give to my guitar “students”, and I’ll be playing to the likes of Paul McCartney and Jimi Hendrix in no time!

So I fit the guitar snugly over my right thigh, grasp the neck with my right hand, and hazard out a C-chord. So far so good. The fingering feels awkward, but otherwise OK. Now to see if it sounds right. I eagerly position my left hand over the sound hole, take a deep breath, and give it one good strum, and… (more…)

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love at first note

Captivating from the very first pizzicato

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come by the hills

Come by the hills to the land where life is a song,
And sing while the birds fill the air with their joy all day long;
Where the trees sway in time, and even the wind sings in tune,
And the cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.

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guitar first steps

Click here for the slides. (~7mb. Lots of pics. Sources fully cited in slide notes)

and here for the notes.

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that’s who i’ll be!

PIGGY : Denise
RABBIT: Yi Wei
HORSE & RUDOLF: Kester
ZEBRA & MONKEY: Liang Ze

Lyrics: (more…)

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