I was wondering how many people here write either lyrics, music or both.
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I was wondering how many people here write either lyrics, music or both.
I sometimes write poetry that is supposed to emulate folk-song styles, and have even sung some of them when I've been sufficiently sozzled - does that count?
I wish I could write music.
Most of the poetry I post here could be classified as written in a short, sing-song lyrical style with clear content, sort of what you would get in a song lyric. The rhyme, alliteration, meter and other sound techniques try to compensate for the lack of music.
I suppose so. What styles in specific?Quote:
Originally Posted by Lokasenna
Well, here's a bawdy drinking song I composed on the theme of a Middle English folk lyric - and I have sung this one before under the effects of alcohol and with a friend on the banjo beside me.
It's about a farmer who's very proud of his rooster. Honest.
I have a very mighty ****
I have a very mighty ****,
The best you e’er did see,
For he’s the king of all the flock,
And he belongs to me!
His head is of the deepest red,
His body dark and proud,
By instinct only is he lead,
And often is he loud!
He rises by the dawning sun,
He rises in the night,
All day he struts to seek his fun,
And gives me no respite!
My wife holds him the best of cocks,
And she loves to pet him,
For he’ll stand tall atop some rocks,
Crowing if she let him!
His nature is to often roam,
And seek his sport or play,
Quite often when the wife is home,
But more when she’s away!
The pretty maidens in the town,
Show him admiration,
When they’re around he isn’t down,
He’s in expectation!
My brother’s wife is extra keen,
He cheers her up no end,
A better one she’s never seen,
She calls him her best friend!
There’s lovely Lizzie from the mill,
Who loves him most of all,
Who’ll laugh and pet him by the rill,
When he is rearing tall!
Another friend is busty Bess,
She’s the baker’s daughter,
With her he often makes a mess,
But much joy has brought her!
But best of all is naughty Nance,
She of manner mellow,
Her smile provokes a happy dance,
from the eager fellow!
Oh yes, I have a social ****,
Who gads about the town,
He’s friends with all in dress or smock,
But makes the husbands frown!
To ladies he is such a gem,
He takes away their gloom,
Many a night is he with them,
And lodges in their room!
this is a very good drinking song, and I love the banjo!
I once wrote a love poem for coffee and a friend wrote music to it, I'm sure that counts once the music was added to it. It's no good though, just written in anger when stores tried to make valentines day a thing here on the ice.
Sounds like that rooster got around, Lokasenna. Did you ever post your love poem to coffee anywhere, Helga?