Lyrics to: “Smile” John Turner and Geoffrey Parsons Music written by: Charlie Chaplin Silent movie classic: “Modern Times” (1936).
Smile, tho’ your heart is aching,
Smile, even tho’ it’s breaking
When there are clouds in the sky,
You’ll get by
If you smile
Through your fears and sorrow
Smile ~ and maybe tomorrow
You’ll see the sun come shining through
For you.
Light up your face with gladness,
Hide every trace of sadness.
Although a tear
May be ever so near
That’s the time you must keep on trying,
Smile ~ what’s the use of crying?
You’ll find that life is still worthwhile
If you’ll just smile.
~interlude~
That’s the time you must keep on trying
Smile ~ what’s the use of crying?
You’ll find that life is still worthwhile
If you’ll just smile.
Other data: First recorded by Nat King Cole in 1955 Later recorded by Natalie Cole in the 1991 album, “Unforgettable With Love” Also recorded by Robert Downey Jr. for the 1992 film, “Chaplin” Also recorded by Michael Jackson in 1995 on “History”
Lyrics to: “Boulevard Of Broken Dreams” by Green Day
Album: “American Idiot” (2004).
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don’t know where it goes
But it’s home to me and I walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
and I’m the only one and I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a…
My shadow’s the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart’s the only thing that’s beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
‘Til then I walk alone
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah,
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah
I’m walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone
Read between the lines
What’s ‘plucked’ up and everything’s alright
Check my vital signs
To know I’m still alive and I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a…
My shadow’s the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart’s the only thing that’s beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
‘Til then I walk alone
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah
Ah-ah, Ah-ah
I walk alone
I walk a…
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I’m the only one and I walk a…
My shadow’s the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart’s the only thing that’s beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
‘Til then I walk alone…
Below is a video I downloaded from somewhere on Thursday, August 03, 2006, 9:35:08 PM.
Author’s note: I walked alone at Paramount’s Great America Theme Park (Santa Clara, CA). This reflects my current path and may well be for the rest of my life, if this is the case…
Dedicated to ‘J@ck B!ll*’ of Florida who once brought me joy and happiness…
Lyrics to: “Somewhere My Love” by Paul Francis
Movie: “Doctor Zhivago” (1965).
Somewhere, my love,
there will be songs to sing
although the snow
covers the hope of spring.
Somewhere a hill
blossoms in green and gold
and there are dreams
all that your heart can hold.
Someday we’ll meet again, my love.
Someday whenever the spring breaks through.
You’ll come to me
out of the long ago,
warm as the wind,
soft as the kiss of snow.
Till then, my sweet,
think of me now and then.
God, speed my love
til you are mine again.
Author’s note: Flynn does listen to these older musics. It’s one of my personal favorites. May the Maker be with you always. Cos I love you, my dear… wherever you are…
Dedicated to all warriors who have loved and lost…
Guitar:
my Love, Please don’t abandon me.
i miss You, Please don’t go far Away.
oh Love, Please don’t forsaken me.
i need You, This much is all I pray.
oh my Love, Don’t turn my heart to stone.
i love You, Please don’t betray My heart.
my Love, Don’t leave me all alone.
my love for you n’er will depart.
Obe:
my Dear, Please let my heart run free.
my Dear, I won’t be here To stay.
oh Dear, It’s you who cannot see.
oh Dear, It’s you I can’t Betray.
my Dear, You should have always known.
my Dear, I’m here inside Your heart.
my Dear, Your love for me has shown.
true love has never been apart.
(Echo: true love is Never meant to part!)
Revised to canzonetta lyrics in ababcdcD pattern on 08-01-2007…
Author’s note: Based on an instrumental theme by Shinomori Aoshi entitled: ‘Warrior Blue’. Set metronome to approximately 72.
I loved the song `Que sera, sera. What will be, will be…` and grew up with other music to the lyrics of `the hills are alive with music…` and `you make me happy when skies are gray…` I enjoy blogging my articles here at Yahoo! 360. But I love music more.
My bio-units thought I had potential in the musical arena. Having a very small, toy sized piano to tinker the tune of `Mary Had a Little Lamb` inspired and raised hope in my bio-units that I had some musical talent.
So the three of us went to the local mall in Virginia and looked for a real piano. I was only, say, four years old and didn`t reach the height of the legs of an upright piano. I ran to and fro amongst the various kinds that this store had to sell and thought it was another day to go shopping for toys.
I distinctly remembered, `I want this one`. The one with the prettiest scroll work on the wooden legs was what I got-an upright Kimball brand piano. To this day, I still have the Kimball in our living room and will post a picture of it when chance allows after work.
My photo showing my upright Kimball piano and bench.
My bio-units later gave me a set of piano books totaling eighteen. These are maroon colored and bound in leather and they have nice gold-colored, foil-lined paper and a gold-colored relief showing my full name on the front cover. I still have these books and the records that went along with the books. The records are still in mint conditions too.
During my childhood, I grew up on the military housings. The bugle tune of `The Reveille` would echo in the background every morning. And when that dreaded day of every week came for the piano teacher to come into our house, I`d feign sickness or pretended to not wake up from sleep.
I didn`t like having piano teachers at home. I thought I was better than anyone of them because of my pride and high ego. I learned harder pieces by sight later on in life based on the basics I learned from past teachers and by self-instructions from one of the maroon colored books.
Piano recitals were fun but nerve racking. I remember having to hold my pee because we were not allowed to leave the recital hall until everyone was finished.
Some, like Brat a few years ago, play by ear. He didn`t have formal training like I did. But with his hidden talent, he managed to produce beautiful music and regurgitated the hardest piece that I had a hard time playing from memory! I am still jealous of Brat and will always be due to his being my other competitor for our bio-units love and affection. (Some people like me never could grow up).
My musical background has always been classical and Maw`s all time favorite genre of waltzes. Waltzes are easy to play with the three beats per measure. As long as the level is at least third grade, I could entertain people hours on end. I have in the past but would need the sheet music, however, please. Remember, my memory is not that good as Brat.
Those old-fart sounds got boring to me at times and I tried others popular music like jazz, easy listening and those love songs that would nowadays turn me green from memories of past dating experiences. Some music pieces are loud and fast and those kinds hurt my ears. My preferences have always been the quieter, peaceful and slower ones. Gosh, I feel like an old person.
I consider myself good enough to play my favorites like the soothing `Moonlight Sonata` (first and second; not the third-it`s too fast) and `Fur Elise` both by Beethoven and masterpieces that I cannot seem to remember right now.
Now, I hardly play my piano at home. The piano still in good condition, however, my fingers have taken a toll from freaking typing too much at work! And my sense of hearing has become more sensitive and cannot bang away as loudly on the keyboard as much as in the past.
I wished my fingers were faster and wider enough to barely accommodate an octave. Then maybe I could be a virtuoso playing in front people on the stage. Maybe, I could try playing the piano with my toes.
