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Author Topic: Classic Songs Bob Maar (Maar stands for Maartini) Posts: 28608 From: New York City & Newport, RI Registered: Feb 2001 posted 01-21-2004 11:52 PM                        Rated G The Sound of Silence Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again, Because a vision softly creeping, Left its seeds while I was sleeping, And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence. In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone, 'Neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence. And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more. People talking without speaking, People hearing without listening, People writing songs that voices never share And no one dare Disturb the sound of silence. "Fools" said I, "You do not know Silence like a cancer grows. Hear my words that I might teach you, Take my arms that I might reach you." But my words like silent raindrops fell, And echoed In the wells of silence And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made. And the sign flashed out its warning, In the words that it was forming. And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls And tenement halls." And whisper'd in the sounds of silence. - Paul Simon - "Wednesday Morning 3A.M.", 1964  |  IP: Logged Bob Maar (Maar stands for Maartini) Posts: 28608 From: New York City & Newport, RI Registered: Feb 2001 posted 02-12-2004 06:47 AM                        Rated G The Star Spangled Banner (The Defense of Fort McHenry) September 20, 1814 By Francis Scott Key Oh, say can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected now shines on the stream: 'Tis the star-spangled banner! O long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has wiped out their foul footstep's pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave: And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand Between their loved homes and the war's desolation! Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, for our cause it is just, And this be our motto: "In God is our trust." And the star-spangled banner forever shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!  |  IP: Logged Bob Maar (Maar stands for Maartini) Posts: 28608 From: New York City & Newport, RI Registered: Feb 2001 posted 02-12-2004 06:56 AM                        Rated G America The Beautiful Katharine Lee Bates wrote the original version in 1893. She wrote the 2nd version in 1904. Her final version was written in 1913. Here is a note from Katharine Lee Bates: "One day some of the other teachers and I decided to go on a trip to 14,000-foot Pikes Peak. We hired a prairie wagon. Near the top we had to leave the wagon and go the rest of the way on mules. I was very tired. But when I saw the view, I felt great joy. All the wonder of America seemed displayed there, with the sea-like expanse." America the Beautiful - 1913 O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed his grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea! O beautiful for pilgrim feet Whose stern, impassioned stress A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across the wilderness! America! America! God mend thine every flaw, Confirm thy soul in self-control, Thy liberty in law! O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife. Who more than self the country loved And mercy more than life! America! America! May God thy gold refine Till all success be nobleness And every gain divine! O beautiful for patriot dream That sees beyond the years Thine alabaster cities gleam Undimmed by human tears! America! America! God shed his grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea! O beautiful for halcyon skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the enameled plain! America! America! God shed his grace on thee Till souls wax fair as earth and air And music-hearted sea! O beautiful for pilgrims feet, Whose stern impassioned stress A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across the wilderness! America ! America ! God shed his grace on thee Till paths be wrought through wilds of thought By pilgrim foot and knee! O beautiful for glory-tale Of liberating strife When once and twice, for man's avail Men lavished precious life ! America! America! God shed his grace on thee Till selfish gain no longer stain The banner of the free! O beautiful for patriot dream That sees beyond the years Thine alabaster cities gleam Undimmed by human tears! America! America! God shed his grace on thee Till nobler men keep once again Thy whiter jubilee!  |  IP: Logged Bob Maar (Maar stands for Maartini) Posts: 28608 From: New York City & Newport, RI Registered: Feb 2001 posted 04-16-2004 09:28 AM                        Rated G Two Versions THE HOKEY POKEY, Original Lyrics Put your left foot in, Your left foot out, Your left foot in, And shake it all about. You do the hokey pokey And turn yourself around That's what it's all about. THE HOKEY POKEY, Shakespearean Style O proud left foot, that ventures quick within Then soon upon a backward journey lithe. Anon, once more the gesture, then begin: Command sinistral pedestal to writhe. Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke. A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl. To spin! A wilde release from heaven's yoke. Blessed dervish! Surely canst go, girl. The Hoke, the poke -- banish now thy doubt Verily, I say, 'tis what it's all about.  |  IP: Logged Bob Maar (Maar stands for Maartini) Posts: 28608 From: New York City & Newport, RI Registered: Feb 2001 posted 05-05-2004 02:37 PM                        Rated G My Old Kentucky Home Words and Music by: Stephen C. Foster The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home 'Tis summer, the people are gay; The corn top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom, While the birds make music all the day; The young folks roll on the little cabin floor, All merry, all happy, and bright, By'n by hard times comes a-knocking at the door, Then my old Kentucky home, good night! Chorus Weep no more, my lady, Oh weep no more today! We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home, For the old Kentucky home far away. They hunt no more for the 'possum and the coon, On meadow, the hill and the shore, They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon, On the bench by that old cabin door; The day goes by like a shadow o'er the heart, With sorrow where all was delight; The time has come when the people have to part, Then my old Kentucky home, good night! Chorus The head must bow and the back will have to bend, Wherever the people may go; A few more days and the trouble all will end In the field where sugar-canes may grow; A few more days for to tote the weary load, No matter, 'twill never be light, A few more days till we totter on the road, Then my old Kentucky home, good night! Chorus  |  IP: Logged Bob Maar (Maar stands for Maartini) Posts: 28608 From: New York City & Newport, RI Registered: Feb 2001 posted 06-21-2004 08:04 AM                        Rated G It Had To Be You It had to be you It had to be you I wandered around And finally found Somebody who … Could make me be true Could make me be blue And even be glad Just to be sad Thinkin’ of you. Some others I’ve seen Might never be mean They might never be cross Or try to be boss What they wouldn’t do. Nobody else gave me a thrill With all your faults I love you still It had to be you Wonderful you It had to be you. Some others I’ve seen They might never be mean Might never be cross Or try to be the big boss What they wouldn’t do. There ain’t nobody else That gives me a thrill With all your faults I love you still It had to be you Wonderful you It had to be you!  |  IP: Logged Bob Maar (Maar stands for Maartini) Posts: 28608 From: New York City & Newport, RI Registered: Feb 2001 posted 06-22-2004 10:01 AM                        Rated G Splish, splash I was takin' a bath Long about a Saturday night … yeah! Rub-a-dub Just relaxin' in the tub Thinkin' everything was all right. Well … I stepped out the tub Put my feet on the floor I wrapped the towel around me And I opened the door. And … then-a … splish, splash I jumped back in the bath Well … how was I to know There was a party going on. They was a splishin' and a splashin' Reelin' with the feelin' Moving and a groovin’ Rockin' and a rollin' … yeah! Bing, bang I saw the whole gang Dancin’ on my living room rug … yeah … Flip flop They was doin’ the bop All the teens had the dancin’ bug. There was Lollipop with-a Peggy Sue Good Golly, Miss Molly was-a even there, too! A-well-a. … splish, splash I forgot about the bath I went and put my dancin’ shoes on … yea! I was a rollin' and a strollin' Reelin' with the feelin' Movin’ and a groovin' Splishin' and a splashin’ … yeah! Yes … I was a splishin' and a splashin' I was a rollin' and a strollin' Yeah … I was a movin' and a groovin' ... woo! We was a reelin' with the feelin' … ha! We was a rollin' and a strollin' Movin’ with the groovin' Splish, splash … yeah! I was a splishin' and a splashin' … one time … I was a splishin' and a splashin' … woo-woo! I was a movin' and a-groovin' …  |  IP: Logged Bob Maar (Maar stands for Maartini) Posts: 28608 From: New York City & Newport, RI Registered: Feb 2001 posted 06-24-2004 08:54 AM                        Rated G Mack The Knife Oh, the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear And it shows them pearly white Just a jackknife has old MacHeath, babe And he keeps it … ah … out of sight. Ya know when that shark bites, with his teeth, babe Scarlet billows start to spread Fancy gloves, though, wears old MacHeath, babe So there’s nevah, nevah a trace of red. Now on the sidewalk … uuh, huh … whoo … sunny mornin’ … uuh, huh Lies a body just oozin’ life … eeek! And someone’s sneakin’ ‘round the corner Could that someone be Mack the Knife? A-there’s a tugboat … huh, huh, huh … down by the river don’tcha know Where a cement bag’s just a’droopin’ on down Oh, that cement is just, it’s there for the weight, dear Five’ll get ya ten old Macky’s back in town. Now, d’ja hear ‘bout Louie Miller? He disappeared, babe After drawin’ out all his hard-earned cash And now MacHeath spends just like a sailor Could it be our boy’s done somethin’ rash? Now … Jenny Diver … ho, ho … yeah … Sukey Tawdry Ooh … Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown Oh, the line forms on the right, babe Now that Macky’s back in town. Aah … I said Jenny Diver … whoa … Sukey Tawdry Look out to Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown Yes, that line forms on the right, babe Now that Macky’s back in town … Look out … old Macky is back!!  |  IP: Logged Bob Maar (Maar stands for Maartini) Posts: 28608 From: New York City & Newport, RI Registered: Feb 2001 posted 07-08-2004 09:42 AM                        Rated G On Moonlight Bay Words & Music by Edward Madden & Percy Weinrich Recorded by Bing Crosby We were sailing a - long On Moonlight Bay; We could hear the voices sing - ing; They seemed to say, "You have stolen her heart -- Now don't go 'way" As we sang love's old sweet song On Moonlight Bay. [ 09-14-2005, 01:12 PM: Message edited by: Bob Maar ]  |  IP: Logged Bob Maar (Maar stands for Maartini) Posts: 28608 From: New York City & Newport, RI Registered: Feb 2001 posted 07-08-2004 09:54 AM                        Rated G OH, MY PA-PA Singer: Eddie Fisher Oh, my pa-pa, to me he was so wonderful Oh, my pa-pa, to me he was so good No one could be, so gentle and so lovable Oh, my pa-pa, he always understood. Gone are the days when he could take me on his knee And with a smile he'd change my tears to laughter Oh, my pa-pa, so funny, so adorable Always the clown so funny in his way Oh, my pa-pa, to me he was so wonderful Deep in my heart I miss him so today.  |  IP: Logged Bob Maar (Maar stands for Maartini) Posts: 28608 From: New York City & Newport, RI Registered: Feb 2001 posted 07-12-2004 10:14 AM                        Rated G WHEN YOU WERE SWEET SIXTEEN When first I saw the love-light in your eyes I thought the world held naught but joy for me And even though we've drifted far apart I never dream, but what I dream of thee Chorus: I love you as I've never loved before Since I first Saw you on the village green Come to me in my dreams of love astoir I love you as I loved you , when you were sweet When you were sweet sixteen Last night I dreamt I held your hand in mine And once again you were my happy bride I kissed you as I did in Auld Lang syne As to the church we wandered side by side [ 07-15-2004, 01:35 PM: Message edited by: Bob Maar ]  |  IP: Logged Joe Perrault Film Handler Posts: 4 From: Oxford, MI, USA Registered: Jul 2004 posted 07-23-2004 01:59 AM                  Pg-13 song parody Here's a little ditty I wrote to the tune of Ice Ice Baby. Enjoy! Splice, Splice Baby (to the tune of Ice Ice Baby) Yo, VIC, let’s kick it! Splice; splice baby, splice, splice baby All right stop, thread it up and listen. Edison’s got a brand new invention. Film wraps around the brain tightly Calls on my radio daily and nightly Will it ever stop? Yo – I don’t know Turn on the lights and call Joe I had a dream that the brain had a handle Light up the film with a bulb not a candle Sub, is the speaker that booms I’m sweepin’ the booth with a really big push broom Deadly, when I thread a platter tree If you thread wrong I’ll charge you with a felony Thread it and start it, you do it all day You better thread bull’s eye, nineteen don’t frame If there was a brain wrap, Yo, I’ll solve it Check out the print while the platter revolves it Chorus (add Vanilla) Now that the movie is jumpin’ With the sub kicked in and the JBL’s pumpin’ Quick to the wrap and the film’s not breakin’ I’m cookin’ previews like a pound of bacon Thread fast ‘cause I’m quick and nimble It looks hard but it’s really quite simple Buildin’ prints with a souped up tempo I passed the test and it’s time to thread solo Threadin’, up the next show Workin’ a double and it really blows The usher on low side waving just to say Hi Did you stop? No – I just ran by Kept on runnin’ to the high side I bust a left and I’m headin’ to my next start That one was done yo So I continued to thread a print of Stuart Little 2 The booth is hot wearin’ my BVDs Those desk jockeys don’t know anything Phone call, get a proj on the line Screenvision ads are wastin’ all my time Bangin’ my head on the wall I’m feelin’ ill, clocked myself in the balls. Alarms rang out like a bell Thought that it was nine – All I heard were yells Coming from the radio real fast Jumped from the desk, fell on my ass Shoulder to shoulder the lobby was packed I’m tryin’ to get through but there isn’t any cracks Adam’s on the scene, you know what I mean He passed me up confronted all the dumb teens If there was a brain wrap, Yo – I’ll solve it Check out the print while Lisa revolves it. Can’t believe that print is still showin’ Runs in number 8 hope the platter doesn’t throw it Some clown, said “there ‘aint no surround sound” It’s dialogue, now his head I’m gonna pound The schedule that’s created by Bill Crappy showtimes what the Hell is the deal Thread it and start it, that is the concept Got no life why’d I ever learn this Dave threads number 8, quiet like a ninja Threads like a lightning bolt so fast, other projs say “damn” If xekote was a drug, I’d sell it by the gram Keep my composure when it’s time to make print moves Electrified by two wires that came loose If there was a brain wrap Yo – I’ll solve it Check out the print while Mary revolves it Chorus Yo Ryan – Let’s get out of here! Word to your manager! Splice splice baby booth’s cold (repeat)  |  IP: Logged Bob Maar (Maar stands for Maartini) Posts: 28608 From: New York City & Newport, RI Registered: Feb 2001 posted 08-19-2004 08:40 AM                        Rated G Al Jolson LET ME SING, I'M HAPPY What care I who makes the laws of a nation Let those who will take care of its rights and wrongs What care I who care for the world's affairs As long as I can sing this popular song Let me sing a funny song with crazy words that roll along And if my song can start you laughing I'm happy, so happy Let me sing a sad refrain of broken hears that love in vain And if my song can start you crying I'm happy Let me croon a low down blues to lift you out of your seat If my song can reach your shoes And start you tapping your feet, I'm happy Let me sing of Dixie's charms Cotton fields and mammy's arms And if my song can make you homesick I'm happy I'm happy Let me sing of Dixie's charms Cotton fields and mammy's arms And if my song can make you homesick I'm happy  |  IP: Logged Bob Maar (Maar stands for Maartini) Posts: 28608 From: New York City & Newport, RI Registered: Feb 2001 posted 08-19-2004 08:49 AM                        Rated G IN A SHANTY IN OLD SHANTY TOWN Ted Lewis (Joe Young/Little Jack Little & John Siras) I'm up in the world, but I'd give the world to be where I used to be, A heavenly nest, where I rest the best, means more than the world to me. It's only a shanty in old Shanty Town the roof is so slanty it touches the ground. But my tumbled down shack by an old railroad track, like a millionaire's mansion is calling me back. I'd give up a palace if I were a king. It's more than a palace, it's my everything. There's a queen waiting there with a silvery crown in a shanty in old Shanty Town. Duet part: There's a shanty in the town On a little plot of ground Where the green grass grows all around, all around. The roof's so worn, So badly torn, That it tumbles to the ground. It's a little old shack, And it's set right back 25 feet from the railroad track, Lingers in my mind Most all of the time, Keeps calling me back To my little old shack. I'm feeling just as sassy As Haile Selassie: If I were a king, 'Twouldn't mean a thing, Put my boots on tall, Read the writing on the wall, And it wouldn't mean a thing, Not a goddam thing. There's a queen waiting there In a rocking chair, Blowing her top on some gator beer. A-looking all around And a-trucking on down, How I want to get back to my shanty town!  |  IP: Logged Bob Maar (Maar stands for Maartini) Posts: 28608 From: New York City & Newport, RI Registered: Feb 2001 posted 03-27-2005 07:12 AM                        Rated G Tom Lehrer When you are old and grey Since I still appreciate you, let's find love while we may, Because I know I'll hate you, when you are old and grey. So say you love me here and now, I'll make the most of that, Say you'll love and trust me, for I know you'll disgust me, When we're old and getting fat. An awful debility, a lessened utility, A loss of mobility is a strong possibility. In all probability I'll lose my virility, And you your fertility and desirability. And this liability of total sterility Will lead to hostility and a sense of futility, So lets act with agility while we still have facility, For we'll soon reach senility and loose the ability... Your teeth will start to go,dear,your waist will start to spread. In twenty years or so, dear, I'll wish that you were dead. I'll never love you then at all, the way I do today, So please remember, when I leave in Decemeber, I told you so in May!  |  IP: Logged

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