Here's a song based on a really, really old one. I took Ernest Tubb's song and modified it to a crime scene song.
"Chalking the Floor Around You" - to the tune of "Walking the Floor Over You" (Tubb)
Chalking the Floor Around You
I'm chalkin’ the floor around you Someone shot you dead, that is true The Cops, they are a-searchin’ for the slugs That passed on thru Chalkin’ the floor around you.
Did you say something you shouldn’t say That made someone blow you away Or did you step over the line Push someone too far, act too unkind I hope that your killer, soon we’ll will find.
I'm chalkin’ the floor around you Someone shot you dead, sad, but true Yeah, the place is sure a dad-blamed mess A big fight must have ensued. Chalkin’ the floor around you.
Was it a drug deal that went bad It sure looks like someone just went mad. Well, we’re pickin’ up the pieces for Some evidence we can use, Chalkin’ the floor around you.
I'm chalkin’ the floor around you Why would someone do this to you? The Cops, they are a-searchin’ just in Case we missed some clue Chalkin’ the floor around you.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I drive the van to the scene. I pull up to the chalk line. I stop to have a chat with you. "are you done ?' I ask? You nod your head. So me and my assistant get the gurney. We cross the calk line. A crowd gathers. I take your head in my hands, close your eyes. We place you in the gurney and wheel to the Van. We place your body in the back of the Van. It starts to rain, I turn on the wipers. I back up away from the chalk line. The Van moves forward down the back alley. It's Raining hard now, people hurry for cover. The calk washes away, down the gutter into the storm drain. Who-? what-? why-? I just drive the Van. You just chalk an outline.
I drive the van to the scene. I pull up to the chalk line. I stop to have a chat with you. "are you done ?' I ask? You nod your head. So me and my assistant get the gurney. We cross the calk line. A crowd gathers. I take your head in my hands, close your eyes. We place you in the gurney and wheel to the Van. We place your body in the back of the Van. It starts to rain, I turn on the wipers. I back up away from the chalk line. The Van moves forward down the back alley. It's Raining hard now, people hurry for cover. The calk washes away, down the gutter into the storm drain. Who-? what-? why-? I just drive the Van. You just chalk an outline.
I hope I don't upset anyone, I know how important Maestro Morricone's score for The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly is. I so love the scene with Tuco and his brother, Padre Ramirez and it always gets me at the things Tuco seemed to want to say but could not. With that in mind and apologies to anyone offended, here are some lyrics I wrote for the scene. I hope you like them.
"A Brother's Lament" To the tune of Padre Ramirez (Morricone)
A Brother's Lament
I love you, my brother, but we never got along, And you chose the right path, while I chose the wrong. For I hurt the ones who loved me, as I thought of no one, but me But I can’t undo the things that I’ve done wrong.
So much time has passed since we last met so long ago, And I’ve missed you, yet I think that we both know Though it seems we can’t be friends, we never know how things will end Do you think there might be a chance to start again?
Though you’ll never understand it, I do hope you know I wish things were different between me and you How I long to say these things to you, but just how I have no clue For I’ve set my course and now, I have to go.
Jackfu, don’t know why anyone would mind your words to that score. To put lyrics, and your lyrics are very good, to a piece of music that has no words, is amazing and very creative. And of course, the words fit the narrative.
CHRISTMAS
So Christmas Time is here. Drink eggnog not some beer. Tinsel and presents galore. But shopping is often a bore. Cut down a nice pine tree. Red and green lights for me.
No Wait.
To charities we should give for hungry children to live. Perhaps we should remember on the 25th of December, it’s time to stop all greed, and grant all nations God speed.
Jackfu, don’t know why anyone would mind your words to that score. To put lyrics, and your lyrics are very good, to a piece of music that has no words, is amazing and very creative. And of course, the words fit the narrative.
CHRISTMAS
So Christmas Time is here. Drink eggnog not some beer. Tinsel and presents galore. But shopping is often a bore. Cut down a nice pine tree. Red and green lights for me.
No Wait.
To charities we should give for hungry children to live. Perhaps we should remember on the 25th of December, it’s time to stop all greed, and grant all nations God speed.
“And wars would never start.”
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ This in line with your thoughts
John Lennon - So This Is Christmas
So this is Christmas And what have you done? Another year over And a new one just begun
And so this is Christmas I hope you have fun The near and the dear one The old and the young
A very merry Christmas And a happy New Year Let's hope it's a good one Without any fear
And so this is Christmas For weak and for strong For rich and the poor ones The world is so wrong
And so happy Christmas For black and for white For yellow and red ones Let's stop all the fight
A very merry Christmas And a happy New Year Let's hope it's a good one Without any fear
And so this is Christmas And what have we done? Another year over And a new one just begun
Ans so this is Christmas I hope you have fun The near and the dear one The old and the young
A very merry Christmas And a happy New Year Let's hope it's a good one Without any fear
Now it’s pretty much settled for good or ill, here’s a tribute to the EU courtesy of The Eagles. And it’s supposed to amuse, not to make any huge political statement...
On a dark Belgian highway Smell of frites in my hair Stopping off along the way For some moules mariniere Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light It was the Charlemagne Building (No hubris there, right?)
We tried to join in the sixties They twice resisted the call We were given the bum’s rush By old Charlie de Gaulle Then they thought better of it And they cleared the way We signed the Treaty of Accession I thought I heard them say
Welcome to the European Union Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) With a Brussels base Plenty of votes in the European Union You can have your say (you can have your say) But never get your way.
Don’t get me wrong we love Europe With their wide boulevards Ninety-six kinds of sausage And their EHIC cards How they drink without fighting Smoke their pot in the street And that subtle red lighting Shows the girls off a treat
Their cuisine is delightful All the cheese and the wine But you know where your limits are You have to draw the line And still those voices are calling from over the sea Wake me up in the middle of the night And they say to me
Welcome to the European Union Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) Franco-German space Free movement of people in the European Union You can leave your town (you can leave your town), watch it falling down.
Macron in the Élysée, Merkel in the Reichstag They know if they gave a free vote, Then the clocks would turn back Back to being just a market With a few palms to be greased But they fix us with their steely eyes And you just can’t kill the beast
After the big referendum, we were heading for the door We just wanted the common market, that we really signed up for. Relax said Monsieur Juncker We are programmed to receive Sign Article 50 whenever you like But you can never leave.
TG, I am gobsmacked by your lengthy poem. I think I understand most of your European references. To write a poem this long that even rhymes shows major talent. (And a lot of insight into current issues.) Thanks for sharing this.
Thanks - it was a while in gestation but I didn’t want to release it into the wild before our election. And I can’t reply to Bruce without risking the thread!
Thanks - it was a while in gestation but I didn’t want to release it into the wild before our election. And I can’t reply to Bruce without risking the thread!
I'm reviving a lost limerick with a slight alteration
There was an old man named Ford Thaxton He wasn't well liked, that's a FACT son The along came another Who wasn't his brother Our dear departed friend , Charles Thaxton
