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"Valentine" completed

I added a second chorus section that is not in the music Medel sent. Apart from that it's a perfect fit. Maybe except the little word "while" in the third verse which would require an added pickup note. I prefer "while you would have your freedom" to "while you'd have your freedom" which would match perfectly but to me sound somewhat clumsy. If need be the first word might simply be omitted.


you never send me flowers
and you never give me sweets
when you're on a business trip
you never think of me

not even on the 14th
will there be a greeting card
don't you ever fear you'd lost
the key to my poor heart

Valentine, my lover
each time that you're here
your mind
seems to roam in other spheres

Valentine, my lover
it's your special day
your chance
to live up to your name

you're taking me for granted
and that I would wait for you
(while) you would have your freedom
doing what you love to do

not even on the 14th
do you spare a second thought
for what I am feeling
or what my last days have brought

Valentine, my lover
each time that you're here
your mind
seems to roam in other spheres

Valentine, my lover
it's your special day
your chance
to live up to your name

dear Valentine
can't you see
if you don't change
you'll lose me
for good

dear Valentine
can't you see
if you don't change
you'll lose me
for good

Valentine

I was sent a tune that I will try to find matching words for. The composer gave it the title "Valentine". That's a male name, and quite obviously "Valentine's Day" come to mind. First I checked Wikipedia what is know about "Valentine's Day". This is what I found:

Valentine's day evolved into an occasion in which lovers expressed their love for each other by presenting flowers, offering confectionery, and sending greeting cards (known as "valentines").

In Europe, Saint Valentine's Keys are given to lovers "as a romantic symbol and an invitation to unlock the giver’s heart"

Valentine's Day symbols that are used today include the heart-shaped outline, doves, and the figure of the winged Cupid. Since the 19th century, handwritten valentines have given way to mass-produced greeting cards

Numerous early Christian martyrs were named Valentine.[11] The Valentines honored on February 14 are Valentine of Rome (Valentinus presb. m. Romae) and Valentine of Terni (Valentinus ep. Interamnensis m. Romae).[12] Valentine of Rome was a priest in Rome who was martyred in 269 and was added to the calendar of saints by Pope Galesius in 496 and was buried on the Via Flaminia.

The earliest description of February 14 as an annual celebration of love appears in the Charter of the Court of Love. The charter, allegedly issued by Charles VI of France at Mantes-la-Jolie in 1400, describes lavish festivities to be attended by several members of the royal court, including a feast, amorous song and poetry competitions, jousting and dancing.[52] Amid these festivities, the attending ladies would hear and rule on disputes from lovers.

And this is what I have made of it so far:

VERSE
you never send me flowers
and you never give me sweets
when you're on a business trip
you never think of me

not even on the 14th
will there be a greeting card
sometimes I think that you lost
the key to my poor heart

CHORUS
Valentine, my lover
it's your special day
your chance
to live up to your name


I actually wrote the chorus first as I normally do. Also, I think that the chorus should have two parts as it is repeated immediately. The composer did not say if the song is meant for female or male vocals. I assume a female voice. I guess that will be fine because the second song he sent is a duet.

Miss Worry (2017-05)

Backing track 2017-05 has got its lyrics. Now I only need to sing it...

Miss Worry

we met and we got along
we kissed, soon we got it on
parting I said "see you soon,
any time that's opportune"

Hey, Miss Worry
I'm so sorry
if you took me
seriously

Hey, Miss Worry
I'm so sorry
that I take things
playfully

sorry if I never called
workloads, deadlines, dates, and all
I sure lead a busy life
my working hours go way past five

Hey, Miss Worry
I'm so sorry
if you took me
seriously

Hey, Miss Worry
I'm so sorry
that I take things
playfully

Baby, can we meet again
Baby, just say, now or when
don't come playing hard to get
I can't see why you should fret

Hey, Miss Worry
I'm so sorry
if you took me
seriously

Hey, Miss Worry
I'm so sorry
that I take things
playfully

Celebrating 500 LYRICS

Yesterday I wrote my 500th song text. It is called "milk and honey" and deals, yet again, with migration or refugees, if with a rather different approach. After "promised land" (set to music by KOMIR), "hostile stars" (written for HOT MAMA), and "flotsam" (Rock Bernd) the new text is about a man who decides to NOT emigrate after all.

I am aiding refugees and migrants* in my hometown by assisting them when they have to deal with public authorities, accompanying them, teaching them the German language, or generally familiarizing them with our ways. Quite a few had quite unrealistic ideas about what awaited them here. Least of all did they expect the tedious asylum procedure with the very likely prospect to be rejected. But there were also misconceptions about quite basic aspects like how we live, how we dress, how we treat our wives (not hiding them from the public, for example), about working conditions, or even about the climate in the north. My lyrics deal with this naivity. I wonder if they would have come had they known...

milk and honey

they tell me of this land
across the mountains, 'cross the sea
they say that in this land
people would not look down on me

they say I'd find a job
with proper pay quite instantly
I soon would have the means
to book flights for my family

a land that flows with milk and honey
roast chicken landing on my plate
I would swim in gold and money
- high time (that) I emigrate
- high time (that) I emigrate

they say I would be fine
soon I would have many friends
as I would get ahead
I'd make money without end

a land that flows with milk and honey
roast chicken landing on my plate
I would swim in gold and money
- high time (that) I emigrate
- high time (that) I emigrate

oh but the cold winters
oh but the long hours
oh but the weird language
my flagging willpower

the land may flow with milk and honey
roast chicken landing on my plate
some may swim in gold and money
I'm not sure I'll emigrate
I'm not sure I'll emigrate


*many if not most of the migrants are not fleeing the war (in Syria) but their dire living conditions. Obviously, Iran expelled many Afghans who were working in Iran inofficially. Instead of returning to their torn and desolate homeland they joined the trek of war refugees.

of course: changed middle part

I wrote a replacement for the middle part of "of course":

she was all I could wish for
the hottie on the dancefloor
my day-dream, my storm brewin'
handsome, saucy, naughty
strongheaded and haughty
a man's dream, a man's ruin