Father once spoke of an Angel
I used to dream he'd appear
Now as I sing I can sense him
And I know he's here
Here in this room, he calls me softly
Somewhere inside, hiding
Somehow I know he's always with me
He, the unseen genius
Christine, you must have been dreaming
Stories like this can't come true
Christine, you're talking in riddles
And it's not like you
Angel of music, guide and guardian
Grant to me your glory
Angel of music, hide no longer
Secret and strange Angel
-- "Angel of Music", from Phantom of the Opera
look what they done to my song ma
look what they done to my song
well it's the only thing
that I could do half right
and it's turning out all wrong ma
look what they done to my song
-- Melanie, "What Have They Done to my Song"
Title of the song
Naive expression of love
Reluctance to accept that you are gone
Request to turn back time
And rectify my wrongs
Repetition of the title of the song
-- DaVinci's Notebook, "Title Of The Song"
You swear you've heard it before
As it slowly rambles on and on
No need in bringin' 'em back,
'Cause they're never really gone
Just an old-fashioned love song
One I'm sure they wrote for you and me
Just an old-fashioned love song
Comin' down in 3-part harmony
-- Paul Williams (or Three Dog Night, take your pick), "Just An Old Fashioned Love Song"
I want to sing and dance, I want to sing and dance
I want to be a pirate in the Pirates of Penzance
Wear me silver-buckled slippers and me tight shiny pants
I want to sing and dance
-- Ray Stevens, "The Pirate Song (I Want To Sing And Dance)"
I sing the body electric
I glory in the glow of rebirth
Creating my own tomorrow
When I shall embody the earth
-- Fame, "I Sing The Body Electric"
In the beginning there was silence
Neither day nor night
'Til the firmament divided
Into darkness, into light
Poised on the edge of wonder
She witnessed the first dawn
And out of the silence came a song
-- Tom Chapin, "The Singer Is The Song"
From every corner of creation comes the melody
Growing like a river from the mountains to the sea
From a father to a daughter, a mother to her son,
In every land and language it is sung.
The chorus is the singer,
The singer is the song
And every generation sings along
-- Tom Chapin, "The Singer Is The Song"
Like a beacon in the darkness
A triumphant cry of birth
It's the heartbeat of each creature
That has ever graced the earth
Through a hundred million mornings
A billion voices born
Through the troubles and the triumphs
The rose and thorn
As the world weighs down upon us
As we struggle to be strong
We carried through the chaos by the Song
-- Tom Chapin, "The Singer Is The Song"
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
I used to dream he'd appear
Now as I sing I can sense him
And I know he's here
Here in this room, he calls me softly
Somewhere inside, hiding
Somehow I know he's always with me
He, the unseen genius
Christine, you must have been dreaming
Stories like this can't come true
Christine, you're talking in riddles
And it's not like you
Angel of music, guide and guardian
Grant to me your glory
Angel of music, hide no longer
Secret and strange Angel
-- "Angel of Music", from Phantom of the Opera
look what they done to my song ma
look what they done to my song
well it's the only thing
that I could do half right
and it's turning out all wrong ma
look what they done to my song
-- Melanie, "What Have They Done to my Song"
Title of the song
Naive expression of love
Reluctance to accept that you are gone
Request to turn back time
And rectify my wrongs
Repetition of the title of the song
-- DaVinci's Notebook, "Title Of The Song"
You swear you've heard it before
As it slowly rambles on and on
No need in bringin' 'em back,
'Cause they're never really gone
Just an old-fashioned love song
One I'm sure they wrote for you and me
Just an old-fashioned love song
Comin' down in 3-part harmony
-- Paul Williams (or Three Dog Night, take your pick), "Just An Old Fashioned Love Song"
I want to sing and dance, I want to sing and dance
I want to be a pirate in the Pirates of Penzance
Wear me silver-buckled slippers and me tight shiny pants
I want to sing and dance
-- Ray Stevens, "The Pirate Song (I Want To Sing And Dance)"
I sing the body electric
I glory in the glow of rebirth
Creating my own tomorrow
When I shall embody the earth
-- Fame, "I Sing The Body Electric"
In the beginning there was silence
Neither day nor night
'Til the firmament divided
Into darkness, into light
Poised on the edge of wonder
She witnessed the first dawn
And out of the silence came a song
-- Tom Chapin, "The Singer Is The Song"
From every corner of creation comes the melody
Growing like a river from the mountains to the sea
From a father to a daughter, a mother to her son,
In every land and language it is sung.
The chorus is the singer,
The singer is the song
And every generation sings along
-- Tom Chapin, "The Singer Is The Song"
Like a beacon in the darkness
A triumphant cry of birth
It's the heartbeat of each creature
That has ever graced the earth
Through a hundred million mornings
A billion voices born
Through the troubles and the triumphs
The rose and thorn
As the world weighs down upon us
As we struggle to be strong
We carried through the chaos by the Song
-- Tom Chapin, "The Singer Is The Song"
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.