extraordinary /super !!!!man/cool soundN/stickN beatN singN /fantastic/great N hipN /tripN fab track/hotsy topsy ScotchN tambourineN track/blast off/ far out

Mad as a fish and cooler than the other side of the pillow. Shades of Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band. Crazy good Imre.

How cool is that ... love the lyrics and your presentation ... sooo enjoyable

IMRE CYRANO 1  songs for others

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Resign

Music and production: @mistermyr
Lyrics and vocal melody: Kireina Michan
Performance: Kireina Michan, @mistermyr

VIDEO

https://youtu.be/yJeRd4vlEls


THE NIGHT HAS COME

Now that we are trapped in the dust
we miss the sky.
Past beauty seems like a dream
we’ll never find. 

We can’t return,
there’s no way back.
We didn’t do what we were told,
try to understand.
The game is over, 
we’ve lost the war. 
Now we are longing on this darkness
for what is gone.

We are in desert of smoke, 
look what we’ve got
only shambles on the sight
hopeless souls. 

What we loved
burnt in fire
and we are standing.
Peaceful days
melting down
now the night has come.

Memories of better times
come to my  mind.
We see their shade as we pass
and wave goodbye.

It’s hard to know
we walk alone
closed all the doors and now we have
nowhere to go. 

Take all your sadness 
let it rage on.
Now that the history is erased
we should put new words.

Someday the rain will return
and clean the scars
until the we shall better force
our aim to survive.

What we loved
burnt in fire
and we are standing.
Peaceful days
melting down
now the night has come.

The Night Has Come (feat. MisterMyr)- Video & Lyrics in description!

https://youtu.be/M5SC20mK5nY


BONJOUR MADAME RHODA SORRY TO INTRUDE
MA QUESTION N’A PAS DE SENS
MAIS ELLE S’ADRESSE À MES SENS
TEL L’AQUARIUM DE SAINT-SAËNS
WOULD YOU PAINT ME IN THE NUDE?

IN THE SOUTH DE LA FRANCE
AU CHAUD SOLEIL DE PROVENCE
WHERE THE LIGHT IS SO BRIGHT
AND GOATS FLY IN THE NIGHT
OH I WISH I WAS YOUR CANVAS I WISH I WAS YOUR BRUSH
WISH A HAPPY BIRTHDAY 

BONJOUR MADAME RHODA  NOW THIS MIGHT SOUND A LITTLE CRUDE
MAIS N’Y VOYEZ PAS D’OFFENSE
MOI SI PUDIQUE DE NAISSANCE
I COME UP WITH THIS NON SENS
WOULD YOU PAINT ME IN THE NUDE?

IN THE SOUTH DE LA FRANCE
AU CHAUD SOLEIL DE PROVENCE
LA DOUCEUR DE SES ÂNES
LA MONTAGNE DE CÉZANNE
I WOULD LOVE A GENTLE TOUCH FROM THE TIP YOUR BRUSH
AS A TOAST TO YOUR BIRTHDAY

BONJOUR MADAME RHODA JUST A FEW WORDS TO CONCLUDE
A LA JEUNESSE DE VOS SENS
SES COULEURS SON ESSENCE
ET EN TOUTE INNOCENCE
WOULD YOU PAINT ME IN THE NUDE

BON ANNIVERSAIRE
80 ANS
ET DES POUSSIÈRES ET DES POUSSIÈRES
ET DES POUSSIÈRES ET DES POUSSIÈRES
ET DES POUSSIÈRES ET DES POUSSIÈRES….

MADAME RHODA (Lyrics & Video link) song for Mrs Rhoda

Not Enough time

Olhos híbridos

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ixN7o_yH8c

ENGLISH 120 ENGLISH 357
I AM NOBODY WHO ARE YOU ?
NOBODY TOO AH PLEASED TO MEET YOU

DO YOU KNOW CYRANO 
WHO SPOKE SOMEBODY’S LOVE THROUGH HIS HEART
OH MAN HOW DREARY TO BE
SOMEBODY

I AM HERE YOU ARE THERE
SO LET ME SING THIS LITTLE TUNE TO YA ALL
AND KEEP IT WARM UNTIL THE LIVELONG JUNE

ENGLISH 120 ENGLISH 357
I AM NOBODY WHO ARE YOU ?
NOBODY TOO AH PLEASED TO MEET YOU


DO YOU KNOW CYRANO
WHO SPOKE HIS HEART THROUGH SOMEBODY’S LOVE
OH MAN WHAT A DRAG NOT TO BE
SOMEBODY

I AM THERE YOU ARE HERE
AND THAT’S THE MAGIC OF THE TRICK
A FEW WORDS AND A LITTLE TUNE
A TINY FLAME TO LIGHT UP THE GLOOM
UNTIL THE SUNNY LIVELONG JUNE
TO KEEP US  ALL TOGETHER IN THIS EMPTY
CLASSROOM

ENGLISH 120 ENGLISH 357

CYRANO (Lyrics + video link) song for class 120 & class 357

STARS DANCE LIKE DIAMONDS IN THE MOONLIGHT
WELL I DON’T
I DON’T
AND FORGET ABOUT OUR FIASCO YOU MIGHT
BUT I WON’T
NO I WON’T

I WAS THERE RIGHT ON TIME ALL SET FOR A DRINK AND MAYBE MORE
BUT BAD LUCK  LOCKDOWN	

THE PLACE WAS CLOSED AND THERE I WAS BANGING AT THAT DOOR
OF THE DRIFTWOOD BAR
OF THE DRIFTWOOD BAR

THEN CAME HEIDI THE OWNER OF THE JOINT
WHOM I WAS
TO IMPLORE
SHE SCREAMED HEY WHAT’S THE IDEA  WHAT’S THE POINT
KNOCKING ON
THIS HEAVEN’S DOOR

I SAID MAM I WAS ONLY HOPING FOR A DRINK AND MAYBE MORE
WON’T YOU PLEASE 
LET ME IN
I WILL SIT QUIET AND STILL AS A MOUSE ON THE FLOOR
OF YOUR DRIFTWOOD BAR
OH THE DRIFTWOOD BAR

SHE SAID SORRY BABY I WOULD LOVE TO BE COOL
BUT RIGHT PLACE
AND WRONG TIME
HAVEN’T YOU HEARD OF THE GOLDEN 6 FOOT RULE
NO FACE TO FACE
OR EMBRACE

SO YOU MR DRUMMER I WAS SUPPOSED TO MEET
YOU SHOULD KNOW
I WAS THERE
AS WE SAID
I WAS THERE RIGHT ON TIME IN THE VERY EMPTY STREET
AT THE DRIFTWOOD BAR
THE DRIFTWOOD BAR


SO IF YOU HEAR THIS SONG FLOATING IN THE AIR
NOT KNOWING WHAT COMES NEXT
THAT’S THE WAY I FOUND FROM ME TO YOU TO SHARE
BETTER THAN JUST ANOTHER TEXT

STARS DANCE LIKE DIAMONDS IN THE MOONLIGHT
WELL I DON’T
I DON’T

THE DRIFTWOOD BAR (Lyrics) song for Carita

BACK LAST JULY AWAY FROM DETROIT
LOST IN THE CITY OF LIGHTS
IT FELT LIKE HOME SO MUCH I WONDERED
WHERE HAD I BEEN ALL MY LIFE 

FELT LIKE A GHOST OR A BONZE
IN MY HOTEL BAR ONZE		
WITH AS BEST COMPANY
MEMORIES OF MY MOTHER
A BIRDHOUSE COLLECTOR

WALKING AROUND LIKE INVISIBLE
THE NARROW STREETS OF 68
MY LIFE ITSELF SEEMED LIKE A RIDDLE
WAITING FOR ITS TWIST OF FATE

FELT LIKE A GHOST OR A BONZE
IN MY HOTEL BAR ONZE		
WITH AS BEST COMPANY
THE MEMORY OF MY MOTHER
A BIRD HOUSE COLLECTOR  

BACK IN DETROIT AWAY FROM JULY
I HAD PARIS ON MY MIND
RUE MAITRE ALBERT LA BUTTE AUX CAILLES
I COULD NOT LEAVE THEM BEHIND

I HAD A PLAN AND WAS FIXED TO RETURN
A LATE GHOST OF 68
BUT
HOW COULD I KNOW THAT THINGS WOULD TURN
INTO THIS TWIST OF FATE

FEEL LIKE A GHOST OR A BONZE
FAR FROM HOTEL BAR ONZE		
WITH AS BEST COMPANY
THE MEMORY OF MY MOTHER
A BIRDHOUSE COLLECTOR  

THE MEMORY OF MY MOTHER
A BIRDSHOUSE COLLECTOR

A BIRDHOUSE COLLECTOR (Lyrics) song for Scott

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R6bk3xmyjuM

GORDON THE SCOTSMAN THINKS HE IS AN ALIEN
WHEN HE’S JUST ANOTHER MAN FALLEN DOWN FROM PLUTO
ALTHOUGH BORN IN BORNEO AS ANY URANG UTANG
EXCEPT FOR THE VERY BARE ASPECT OF HIS TORSO
HAVE YOU SEEN HIS TORSO SILKY AS A UFO ?
YOU HAVE ? LUCKY YOU I’D PAY A MILLION TO DO SO
BUT IT WOULD TAKE A MOTOR BOAT
ROAMING ALONG THE AMALFI COAST


GORDON THE SCOTSMAN FALLEN DOWN FROM PLUTO
SOMETIMES IT’S LIKE HE’S STILL THERE MAN YOU NEVER KNOW
ALL MAMAS APPLYING FOR THE BLISSFUL JOB
OF EVEN FANTASIZING GIVING HIM SOME KIND OF JOB
BUT FORGET IT YOU’RE AIN’T GONNA MAKE IT
COS FUCK DAMN SHIT HE AIN’T NO BANANA SPLIT
AND YOU WON’T HAVE HIM SUCK ANY OTHER MOTHER’S TIT
GORDON THE SCOTSMAN ALWAYS IN TRUE GRIT YEAH


TO BE NOT TO BE IS JUST A SECOND OPTION
WHAT’S SO GREAT ABOUT GORDON?
THAT REALLY IS THE QUESTION.
IF THERE WAS A PLANE TO FLY I WOULD HOP ON TO GLASGOW
AND FIND OUT BY MYSELF BUT I CAN’T DO SO
EPIC GORDON
KALEIDOSCOPIC 
DRIVING WOMEN FRANTIC
MAGNETIC PLUTONIC
SOMEHOW EMBRYONIC
BUT MOST OF ALL SARDONIC
AS ANY URANG-UTANG E XCEPT FOR
THE VERY TEDDY BEAR ASPECT OF HIS TORSO
YOU HAVE SEEN IT LUCKY YOU I’D PAY A MILLION TO DO SO
SO SO 

GORDON THE SCOTSMAN RECENTLY IMPORTED
HAUNTED AND HAUNTING I COULD TELL YOU MORE OF HIM 
IF ONLY HIS NAME WAS PYM
SORRY AIMEE NOS ANSWERS TO QUESTIONING
IT’S HARD ENOUGH TO TELL THE TEXTURE OF HIS SKIN

FALLEN DOWN FROM PLUTO
PLUTONIC
DRIVING WOMEN FRANTIC
MAGNETIC SOMEHOW EMBRYONIC
BUT MOST OF ALL SARDONIC 

AND IN THE END ONE MORNING
GORDON THE SCOTSMAN WILL FINALLY EVAPORATE
HEADING BACK TO PLUTO
ABSTRACT DE FACTO

GORDON THE SCOTSMAN (Lyrics + VIDEO LINK) song for Aimee

HEY BETH DON’T CARRY THE WORLD UPON YOUR SHOULDER

LITE BRITE IS A TOY KIDS USED TO PLAY WITH
AND BETH YOU WERE RIGHT THAT’S WHAT IT LOOKED LIKE 
RIGHT BEHING THE HEAD OF SOME SWEET GODDESS 
ON THE DISPLAYS IN A TEMPLE OF VIETNAM
THEN YOU MISSED A STEP AND TORE YOUR SHOULDER 
THINKING YOU HAD RAISED THE GODDESS’ ANGER 
WITH YOUR SIMPLE STATEMENT 
NOTHING BUT A COMMENT 
WHY ON EARTH A GODDESS SHOULD GIVE A DAMN
ANYWAY TODAY WHAT ELSE CAN I SAY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY
GIVE YOURSELF A REST JUST EMBRACE THE BEST 
AND NEXT TIME BREAK A LEG BETH

THEN WE FLEW BACK HOME AND A WHAT A MESS DEAR
PROBLEMS WITH OUR HOUSE I WON’T DESCRIBE HERE 
AND YOU YOU KEPT RELATING WITH WHAT YOU HAD SAID ABOUT THE LITE BRITE DISPLAY BEHIND THE GODDESS HEAD

THEN A PANGOLIN SHOOK THE WORLD OVER 
NOTHING YOU COULD CARRY UPON YOUR SHOULDERS
STILL SO MUCH FOR OUR PLAN TRAVELING THROUGH EUROPE 
JUST LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE IT TURNED INTO A FLOP
ANYWAY TODAY WHAT ELSE CAN I SAY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY
GIVE YOURSELF A REST JUST EMBRACE THE BEST 
NEXT TIME BREAK A LEG BETH

THEN WELL YOU SEE WHAT IS GOING ON BETH 
MARCHING OUT THE STREETS AND CRAVING FOR A BREATH 
SOME CALL IT PROTEST SOME CIVIL UNREST
MAY A SOFT WIND BLOW FROM THE EAST TO THE WEST
ANYWAY TODAY WHAT ELSE CAN I SAY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY
GIVE YOURSELF A REST JUST EMBRACE THE BEST 
NEXT TIME BREAK A LEG BETH

LITE BRITE IS A TOY THAT SELLS NO MORE NO 
GUESS THE RULES HAVE CHANGED SO DID THE PLAYERS 
YOU JUST KEEP ON PAINTING BETH
THIS WORLD OF YOUR OWN
GODDESS ON YOUR THRONE
AND LET IT ALL BE BLOWN
FOLLOWING VASARI’S LIVES OF THE PAINTERS

VASARI'S LIVES OF THE PAINTERS (Lyrics) song for Beth

Based on the Bruno Jasieński's poem "Morga"

Przy­je­cha­li czar­ną, za­mknię­tą ka­ret­ką.
(Był wie­czór... je­sien­ny wie­czór...
Bło­to - sple­en - za­pa­trze­nie...)
Wy­nie­śli coś cięż­kie­go, na­kry­te­go płach­tą.
Po­sta­wi­li no­sze na ka­mie­nie.
Ro­bi­li rzecz zwin­nie.
Lam­pa oświe­tla­ła ich ja­sno, bia­ło.
Było ci­cho... Deszcz śpie­wał w ryn­nie...
Ko­nie czła­pa­ły ko­py­ta­mi...
(... Coś się sta­ło... Coś się sta­ło...)


Przy­sta­nę­ło kil­ku cie­ka­wych.
Pa­trzy­li. Py­ta­li.
Do­la­ty­wa­ły po­je­dyn­cze sło­wa.
Ja­kaś roz­mo­wa ury­wa­na, krót­ka,
Pro­wa­dzo­na ści­szo­nym stac­ca­tem...

... 25 lat ... Pro­sty­tut­ka...
... sub­li­ma­tem ...
Pod­nie­śli no­sze. We­szli do sie­ni.
(Deszcz pa­dał... kro­ple tłu­kły o dach...)
Je­den świe­cił im z przo­du la­tar­nią.
(... Ta­niec cie­ni ...)
Po­nie­śli w dół po lep­kich, wy­śli­zga­nych scho­dach
Do ogrom­nej, skle­pio­nej piw­ni­cy.
No­sze sta­ły rzę­dem.
Coś czar­ne­go mi­gnę­ło... prze­pa­dło...
Może szczur?... Może cień z uli­cy?...
Je­den świe­cił la­tar­nią.
Przy­sta­nął.
Po­sta­wi­li pod ścia­ną.
Wy­tar­li gło­śno nosy.
Wy­szli.


Klucz zgrzyt­nął w zam­ku...
Jesz­cze ci­che od­da­lo­ne gło­sy...
Jesz­cze kro­ki cich­ną­ce na górę...
(... Jak my­śli ... jak my­śli ...)
Po­tem tur­kot po bru­ku za bra­mą...
I nic...
Ci­sza...
Ciem­no...
Zo­sta­wi­li SAMĄ, zu­peł­nie SAMĄ ...
Samą jed­ną na ubo­czu.

No­sze sta­ły sze­re­giem nie­ru­cho­me, na­kry­te.
Noga przy no­dze.
Z kąta bły­snę­ła para zie­lon­ka­wych oczu ...
Jed­na ... Dru­ga ...
Wpa­try­wa­ły się dłu­go, ba­daw­czo ...

Coś sze­le­ści­ło po mo­krej ka­mien­nej pod­ło­dze ...

Na gó­rze pa­li­ły się lam­py.
Chod­ni­kiem wlókł się ja­kiś pi­ja­ny ro­bot­nik,
Wiecz­ny po oce­anach ulic ar­go­nau­ta.


Uli­cą z świ­stem sy­ren ści­ga­ły się auta.

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