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to all things living

I wrote "to all things living" a while ago. It is intended - as the title suggests - as a toasting song. Originally I thought that it should have an Irish flair. Somehow that didn't work out, or not quite. Although I often had a melody in mind, I never seemed to remember it. Today I thought of recording what I had in mind this morning. Nothing fancy, mind you, it has become exactly what it was supposed to be. Here is my draft:
to all things living - draft

These are the words (I don't sing the third stanza - I just recorded it to remember the tune):

the salmon hunting bear
the roaring lion's might
the pregnant zebra mare
the small mosquito's bite
here's to all things living

the forests, lush and green
the hunter's sense of smell
the tortoise beetle's sheen
the tiny ocean shell
here's to all things living

the sharp eyed bird of prey
the dog's bark at the moon
the salmon's odyssey
the first spring flower's bloom
here's to all things living

the sly and cunning fox
the black martin's wing
the old, cart-pulling ox
the common nettle's sting
here's to all things living

the beauty of your eye
that beholds my soul
the beauty of your mind
that beholds my soul

making money

I saw her on the corner of the main street
she stood right under the streetlight
wearing high heel boots and a flimsy skirt
because she wanted her bare legs to be seen

she waited for drivers to slow their speed,
size her up, maybe make up their mind,
gape at her tight, low cut faux leather shirt
getting ready to pay for this street corner queen

I asked
what are you doing deep in the night
posing half-nude here in the light
she said
what do you think? You've got one guess.
If you're willing to pay - then be my guest.

I'm making money
making money
the only way I know
making money
making money
the only way I know

a man seemed to take cover in a back lane
and preferring to stay out of sight
hooded jacket, dark colors, and sneakers
he looked a rather dubious shade in the dark

I approached him trying to show no disdain
and also overcoming my fright
he seemed to be waiting for me to speak up
while in his hand he kept dangling a crowbar

I asked
what are you doing deep in the night
hiding yourself outside the light
he said
what do you think? You've got one guess.
If you're willing to die - then be my guest.

I'm making money
making money
the only way I know
making money
making money
the only way I know

I asked a banker, taxi driver
asked a lawyer, and a teacher
a professional deep-sea diver
asked my cleaner, asked a preacher
asked a crook, a politician
asked a mason, a physician

they're making money
making money
the only way they know
they're making money
making money
the only way they know


I've left the irregular meter as is (at least for the time being) because I think I can actually do it in a (rock) song, i.e. find a matching tune and sing it. As you may note I added a bridge in which I mention my favorite profession and target of scorn, the banker, albeit without any hint of irony or sarcasm ;-)

two more parts (or another two part verse) for "making money"

... using the same odd meter, I'm afraid. The meters of the two parts differ slightly (as in the first verse), and the meter of the very last line is 'off' in comparison with the corresponding line of the first part as well as the corresponding second part of the first verse. That is because the line only has three stresses instead of four and also ends on an unstressed syllable. I may have to find a different rhyme or rewrite both corresponding lines. But then, I may have to rewrite the lot ;-)


a man seemed to take cover in a back lane
and preferring to stay out of sight
hooded jacket, dark colors, and sneakers
he looked a rather dubious shade in the dark

I approached him trying to show no disdain
and also overcoming my fright
he seemed to be waiting for me to speak up
while in his hand he kept dangling a crowbar


Did I mention that I always have a tune in my mind when I write? That doesn't mean that I remember the melody when I get back to adding to a text. It means that the rather weird meter DID work at least once (actually I could make it work with a different tune when I edited the first verse). But the lines don't 'flow' particularly well. What to do about it I will decide when I try to sing them for real - or someone else does.

Currently the meter (number of stresse per line) goes:
3 - 3 - 4 - 4 in the first parts
4 - 3 - 4 - 4 in the second (in the second verse - the one above - it is: 4 - 3 - 4 - 3; if you put a stress on "while" it also would be 4 - 3 - 4 - 4, but the last syllable would still be unstressed).