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“Then play on.” Please. William S certainly had a way with
words. My English teacher at high school had a passion for Shakespeare and even
kept a miniature statue of his bust on her desk. Unfortunately for silly young
me, I didn’t appreciate his works way back then and was more into soppy romances as my mother called them.
William sure had a good idea of what love was all about. “The course of true
love never did run smooth” is another of his good lines. Visit this site and
see many of his other famous quotes: https://www.brainyquote.com/authors/william_shakespeare
However, this blog is not about him or other playwrights or
dramatists, but more about songwriters. I have always wanted to write lyrics,
but never possessed a musical bone in my body. I was encouraged years ago by my
family never to sing at family gatherings again as I am so out of tune it is
not funny. But, I love listening to lyrics when they tell a good story. I am
not a fan of modern music unless it be country. I’m a died in the wool country music fan. I love Country music so much,
especially when the lyrics almost bring me to tears as they tell of a broken
heart or reminisce about a perfect, but poor, childhood much like the one I
had.
Elton John is not a Country music man, but his Lyricist Bernie Taupin is a master of telling a story in a song. Add Elton’s music and you have a perfect match. I have many favourite Country musicians but my number one is Alan Jackson. Strangely, I rarely listen to music while writing as I find it draws me out of my story while I am busily singing along. I never listen to the radio while driving (can’t take the ads) but always have my own music playing and probably know the words to just about every top hit that Alan Jackson has produced. I became familiar with his work in my line dancing days. That man has certainly mastered his craft. Anyway, I can sing off key to my heart’s content while alone in the car. When the dogs are with me they often bark and it just occurred to me that perhaps they are telling me to shut up!
Of course, I can’t
list all my Alan J favourites but here is just a small selection, and I hope
you can see where I am coming from.
Here in the Real World:
Cowboys
don't cry, and heroes don't die
Good always wins, again and again
And love is a sweet dream, that always comes true
Oh, if life were like the movies, I'd never be blue
But here in the real world, it's not that easy at all
'Cause when hearts get broken, it's real tears that fall
And darlin' it's sad but true, but the one thing I've learned from you
Is how the boy don't always get the girl, here in the real world
Good always wins, again and again
And love is a sweet dream, that always comes true
Oh, if life were like the movies, I'd never be blue
But here in the real world, it's not that easy at all
'Cause when hearts get broken, it's real tears that fall
And darlin' it's sad but true, but the one thing I've learned from you
Is how the boy don't always get the girl, here in the real world
(Sad but so true for lots of people)
House With no Curtains:
We still
wear our rings
We still say I love you
We both play the part oh so well
But everyone knows
It's just a sad show
And we're only foolin' ourselves
It's like living in a house with no curtains
The whole world can see what's inside
You can turn out the lights in a house with no curtains
But heartache has nowhere to hide
We still say I love you
We both play the part oh so well
But everyone knows
It's just a sad show
And we're only foolin' ourselves
It's like living in a house with no curtains
The whole world can see what's inside
You can turn out the lights in a house with no curtains
But heartache has nowhere to hide
And here is the chorus to one of my all-time favourites,
Small Town Southern Man:
And he bowed
his head to Jesus
And he stood for Uncle Sam
And he only loved one woman
(He) was always proud of what he had
He said his greatest contribution
Is the ones you leave behind
Raised on the ways and gentle kindness
Of a small town Southern man
And he stood for Uncle Sam
And he only loved one woman
(He) was always proud of what he had
He said his greatest contribution
Is the ones you leave behind
Raised on the ways and gentle kindness
Of a small town Southern man
Remember When.
Remember
when
I was young and so were you
And time stood still and love was all we knew
You were the first, so was I
We made love and then you cried
I was young and so were you
And time stood still and love was all we knew
You were the first, so was I
We made love and then you cried
Of course, it helps if you also hear the music that goes
along with the words, but if you would like to see more of his lyrics then go
here: https://www.azlyrics.com/j/jacksonal.html
Kenny Rogers is another whose music I can listen to all day
and all night (and often do at night) No one sings a song about unrequited love
quite like Kenny.
The words written by Bonnie Raitt to “I can’t make you love me” are probably just about the saddest song
of unreturned love, ever, and it has been sung by a few but none make me want
to weep for lost love as Kenny can.
'Cause I
can't make you love me if you don't
You can't make your heart feel something it won't
You can't make your heart feel something it won't
Another tearjerker that Kenny sings plaintively is, “Share your Love
With me” written by Bobby Blue Bland
It's an ill
wind that blows no good
And it's a sad heart that won't love like it should
Oh, how lonesome you must be, and it's a shame
If you don't share your love with me.
And it's a sad heart that won't love like it should
Oh, how lonesome you must be, and it's a shame
If you don't share your love with me.
While driving back from taking the doggies for a walk in the
park this morning, this Kenny favourite played and I realised I just cannot
leave it off my list.
Handprints on the Wall: Songwriters Nelson Blanchard and Scott Innes
Days go by
so quickly
Summer turns to fall
Seems like only yesterday
That you began to crawl
So don't be afraid to take that step
I'll catch you when you fall
I don't mind if you leave behind
A few hand prints on the wall
Summer turns to fall
Seems like only yesterday
That you began to crawl
So don't be afraid to take that step
I'll catch you when you fall
I don't mind if you leave behind
A few hand prints on the wall
If you don’t join me in thinking this is one of the best
songs ever written about a father’s love for his child then take a look at this
video with Kenny singing that a guy put up on YouTube after the birth of his twins: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nGyzIEPNnd4
I defy you not to be moved.
Okay, perhaps these songs are not always perfect grammatically, but add great music to the words and without doubt they touch the heart, and isn’t that what we all wish with our writing.
Let me finish with the words of Abba:
“So I say,
Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing. Thanks for all the joy they're bringing.”
Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing. Thanks for all the joy they're bringing.”
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