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Too Lazy to Turn on the Light
Copyright 2021 by Mary C Crowell
Verse One
C7 Bb7
‘Can’t find my dice, that I badly aimed.
F7 Ab7
But the best advice, every time we’ve gamed
C7 Bb7
Says that they’re right there next to my shoe. F7 Ab7
Rolled under my chair. that’s nothing new.
C7 D7
We human folks can’t see so well.
F7 Ab7
We’ll get to fighting—then we cast a spell.
C7 Bb7
Our plans are wrecked no line of effect.
F7 Ab7 [F Eb D Eb Ab]
It’s a sorry plight We’re too lazy
F7 C7 Bb7 Ab7 G7
Forgot to cast light.
Chorus:
F7 C7
Ba ba ba Turn on the light!
F7 C7
Ba ba ba Turn on the light!
F7 C7
Where’s the switch? It’s out of sight.
D7 [Walkdown—G F E]
Verse Two
C7 Bb7
‘Can’t find my sheet, but I want to play
F7 Ab7
I remembered meat, yes I’ve brought filet.
C7 Bb7
No need to whine, hell I’ve got the skill.
F7 Ab7
And we’ll dine well if I find the grill
C7 D7
No flashlight though. Can’t see so well.
F7 Ab7
If I fall though, I’ll give you a yell.
C7 Bb7
This worked before. Ah where’s the door?
F7 Ab7
I feel contrite, but too lazy
F7 C7 Bb7 Ab7 G7
To turn on the light.
Bridge:
C7
Gaming went so late.
F7
We rolled dice and we ate.
G7
Now it’s time for bed, my love. We go.
Ab7
And here is where I stub my toe.
Verse Three
C7 Bb7
‘Can’t find my way to the bedroom door
F7 Ab7
’Til I hear you say (Right after a snore)
C7 Bb7
That you love me. And I love you too.
F7 Ab7
Too dark to see, that’s nothing new
C7 D7
Those blackout curtains work too well.
F7 Ab7
We’ll get to flirtin’—then the bruises swell.
C7 Bb7
Knocked heads again, tripped on the garbage bin.
F7 Ab7
No, it’s not a fight. I’m too lazy
F7 C7 Bb7 Ab7 G7
To turn on the light.
Chorus:
F7 C7
Ba ba ba Turn on the light!
F7 C7
Ba ba ba Turn on the light!
F7 C7
Where’s the switch? It’s out of sight.
D7 [Walkdown—G F E]
F7 C7
I’m too lazy to turn on the light.
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Gaming After the Pandemic
Copyright 2021 by Mary C Crowell
Bbm6
I have missed you at my table
Gb7
The dice have gathered dust.
F7(b9)
The dice jail is uncovered—
Bbm6
If it weren’t plastic, there’d be rust.
Bbm6
Our meetings have been all online
Gb7
Court dates, weddings too
F7(b9)
I miss the scent of dry erase
Bbm6
And playing games with you.
Chorus:
Gb7 Bbm6
Whoooooah! Gaming in person!
Gb7 F7
Whoooooah! Gaming a lot!
Gb7 Bbm6
Whoooooah! Here’s to conventions
F7 Bbm6
And being in one spot.
Bbm6
So while I wait through quarantine
Gb7
And impatiently I pace,
F7(b9)
I’m grateful for technology
Bbm6
That lets me see your face.
Bbm6
Although our bubbles haven’t merged,
Gb7
Trust me I’m still your friend.
F7(b9)
And when pandemic’s over
Bbm6
We will surely toast its end.
Chorus
Bbm6
I realize we are not quite there
Gb7
I haven’t booked my stay.
F7(b9)
That lovely day is coming
Bbm6
And darling we will play!
Bbm6
Til then let’s be quite careful, Dear.
Gb7
Too soon to roll the dice.
F7(b9)
We can do it virtually
Bbm6
And that will be still be nice.
But one day . . .
Chorus
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LYRICS
Silly Dreamer
Copyright 2017 by Mary Crowell
Sometimes we disagree
But we find our way—musically;
My heart feels brighter than the sun
That will soon return when the year’s begun.
Fa la la la Fa la la la laaa [X2]
They’ll ask us for our year’s resolve
My good intentions all involve
The music that we’re gonna play
If this silly dreamer has her silly way.
Fa la la la Fa la la la laaa [X2]
Chorus: [tacet] And for now we may
Draw in sunlight
Drink some peppermint tea
Draw in patience and courage
Because loving you matters to me.
And we love music,
So music matters to me, you see.
I wish I could make clear to all
It’s okay to talk without a brawl
That cranky offhand thing we wrote
Might be better said with measured quarter notes.
Fa la la la Fa la la la laaa [X2]
Chorus: [tacet] And for now we may
Draw in sunlight
Drink some peppermint tea
Draw in patience and courage
Because loving you matters to me.
And we love music,
So music matters to me, you see.
While playing music or listening
Happy or with tears glistening
Please, know I hold you in my heart
As we wait today for our brand new year to start
Fa la la la Fa la la la laaa [X2]
Chorus: And for now we may
Draw in sunlight
Drink some peppermint tea
Draw in patience and courage
Because loving you matters to me.
And we love music,
So music matters to me, you see.
Music matters
Music matters
And you, love, you matter to me
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Just Dessert (lyrics)
Copyright 2007 by Mary Crowell
(Inspired by a dinner and duel between the characters Moxie and Mathias.)
I remember
As I butter my bread
You so easily led me
Out of my head with the
Words that you said.
Oh, Darlin’,
I’m gonna kill you!
I nibble on cheese and
Think of your treacheries.
You are the reason
That our destinies
Are dark. Yes, Dear.
You’re gonna die.
CHORUS
Oh, I’m thinking as I sip my wine,
You’re debonair, Your looks’, sublime.
But, Darlin’, oh Darlin’,
You’re gonna die.
I remember,
As I spoon up my soup,
Jumping through hoops,
Mind led in loops.
Oh, I was your dupe.
Darlin’,
I’m gonna kill you!
As I sample the greens,
I’m choosing my means,
Pondering scenes
Played out with a fiend
I know. Yes, Sweet.
You’re gonna die.
CHORUS
[Instrumental]
I’ll remember
That we dined on filet,
Revenge our entrée
Shared on this day that
I made you pay.
Oh, Darlin’,
I’m gonna kill you!
And I’ll remember
Sharing a quip
As our brandies we sipped.
Then I curled my lip
E’er your heart out I ripped.
Oh, Darlin’!
You’re gonna die!
LAST CHORUS
Oh, I’m thinking as I smile at you
The lies you tell, the things you do.
You know that part of just dessert
Is making sure you’re gonna hurt.
Oh, Darlin’, oh Darlin’,
I’m gonna kill you.
Oh, Darlin’, my sweet Darlin’,
You’re gonna die.
You’re gonna die.
You’re gonna die.
[Spoken: Hey! What’s in this sauce?]
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Fangbutt (for Patreon)
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Be the Robert Bean
You Want to See in the World
Copyright 2021 by Mary C Crowell and Misty Granade
This song uses the Soulwriters the theme prompt Folklore. Misty and I have kind of created a folklore around the idea that there are two fantastic artists named Robert Bean in the south (Alabama and Arkansas). A little internet searching showed us there are many more Robert Beans living their best creative lives.
Chorus:
E F#7 A E
Be the Robert Bean you want to see in the world.
E F#7 A E
Be the Robert Bean you want to see in the world.
E D7 A E
You may be drawing comics. You may be painting myth.
E B7 A E
It may be photos, fonts and wires or words you’re working with.
E F#7 A E
Create and color gladly. See our artist flags unfurled.
E F#7 A E
Be the Robert Bean you want to see in the world.
C#m A7
There was a Robert Bean musician
C#m F#7
It says he played guitar.
C#m G#7
I found a trumpet-playing Bob
E G#7
So many ‘Beans’ there are.
C#m A7
There’s a Robert Bean in acting
C#m F#7
Appeared in “The Runaway.”
C#m G#7
Got two Roberts in the South
E B7
In states that start with ‘A.’
Chorus
Chorus
C#m A7
Some Robert Beans do podcasts
C#m F#7
Some Robert Beans write shows/
C#m G#7
When it comes to being Robert Bean
E G#7
Let’s face it anything goes.
C#m A7
They should have some conventions
C#m F#7
For Bean fans to attend.
C#m G#7
And if you’re really lucky
E B7
You’re assigned one at the end.
Chorus
C#m A7
Is Robert Bean the answer?
C#m F#7
Are they like Forty-two
C#m G#7
Sometimes you have to ask yourself
E G#7
“Now what would Robert do?”
C#m A7
Some would say “Bob’s not for me.”
C#m F#7
Don’t ask about finance. (In Australia)
C#m G#7
But if they like advertisements
E B7
Give Robert Bean a chance.
Bridge:
E [held]
Although your choices can’t be forced.
A [held]
You’d want your Robert locally sourced.
C#m [held]
But here’s where the world is not unfair.
B7 [held]
It look like they are everywhere.
Chorus
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Chorus:
C F Bdim Em
Circling circling ‘round the year
Am Dm G C
I fell asleep and now I’m here.
C F Bb Eb
Circling, circling time moves fast
Ab Ddim G Cm
What feels like now? What is the past?
Verse
C Am7 Fsus F C
February’s in two days and I feel
FMaj7 Bm7(b5) FMaj7 Bm7(b5)
No sun so numb.
C Am7 Fm7
Six days home from hospice and she is
C. Fm
Done (my Mum)
C G
Almost a year
Am7 CM7
Pandemic’s still here.
F G Am
And I’m circling and going nowhere.
Chorus
Verse
C Am7 Fsus F C
February’s Mardi Gras and I feel
FMaj7 Bm7(b5) FMaj7 Bm7(b5)
No fire. Just ash
C Am7 Fm7
Wednesday’s child is full of woe
C. Fm
I’m tired and I’m masked.
C G
Mom died last year.
Am7 CM7
Pandemic’s still here.
F G Am
And I’m circling and going nowhere.
Chorus
[First Two lines of Chorus to end.]
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You and I
Copyright 2021 by Mary C Crowell
Bbm
You and I, we are one.
Bbm
Stretching up to kiss the sun
F7 Bbm
Mmm-hmmmm. Loving you’s a tonic to me.
Bbm
We’ll share a fifth, our scales agree.
Bbm
We’ll share our roots like the aspen tree.
F7 Bbm
Mmm-hmmmm. Loving you’s a tonic to me.
Bbm
You and I, we parallel
Bbm
Our overtone’s ringing like a bell
F7 Bbm
Mmm-hmmmm. Loving you’s a tonic to me.
F7
I’m descending, pitches bending
Bbm
Will you catch me so?
F7
Not a leading question, pleading
Bbm F7
Just a note you know.
F7 Bbm
And now we’re back to ‘do.’ [doh]
Bbm
You and I, we are one.
Bbm
Stretching up to kiss the sun
F7 Bbm
Mmm-hmmmm. Loving you’s a tonic to me.
F7 Bbm
Loving you’s a tonic to me.
F7 Bbm
Loving you’s a tonic to me.
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Ship of Songs
Copyright 2007, 2017, 2020 by Mary Crowell
Gm Bb Dm
Tear tracks of light mark the passing of stars
Gm Am D7
Traveled by this ship of song,
Gm C Gm
Echoing notes hummed by Venus and Mars.
Gm D7 Gm
Melody moves us along.
Gm Bb Dm
Braving the way as we fly toward the sun
Gm A D7
Pythagoras—the ship— it draws near,
Gm C Gm
Dancing to counterpoint two against one
Gm D7 Gm
Played by the heavenly spheres.
Chorus:
C Gm
“Pythagoras will you come back round at last?”
C Gm D
I ask the Starlight in my room streaking past.
Eb7 Gm
“We won’t change our tuning,” the captain has said
Gm F Gm
So, we will all spiral round fifths ‘til we’re dead.
Gm Bb Dm
Time we have captured in rests on the score,
Gm F D7
Space in our vibrating strings.
Gm C Gm
There is no engine, no folding, no door.
Gm D7 Gm
Perfection has powered the thing.
Bridge:
Bb Gm
We move among modes—each tonality kissed
Bb Gm
And moored as a node—no relatives missed
D7 Gm
We asked for our octaves. The captain chose fifths.
D7 Gm
The Comma of legend is sadly no myth.
C Eb [pause]
The Pythagoras cannot come home.
Gm Bb Dm
Watch the conductor, yes, follow their cues.
Gm A D7
Play it just like we rehearsed,
Gm C Gm
Music our method and Kepler our muse,
Gm D7 Gm
Sounding a new universe.
Chorus
Gm Bb Dm
Temperament Tuning will never be scored.
Gm A D
Sing now in harmonies tight,
Gm C Gm
Summing the cosmos with one power chord
Gm D7 Gm
Or ratios will rend us this night!
Gm Bb Dm
Adjust all the frequencies carefully now;
Gm A D7
The many should sound as the one –
Gm C Gm
A cadence authentic, perfection, a bow.
Gm D7 Gm
But the journey will never be done.
Chorus [X2]
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Lyrics by Mary Crowell
A Sing along chorus
With verses not too long
Is the only hope for us
To get through this song.
We can ‘ooh’ along with verses
And ‘ah’ along with bridges.
That will help us get along
Without too many fidgets.
Verse
I am sitting in a concert
While my backside’s getting sore.
And when this performance ends
The program says there’s seven more.
I’ve been listening quite politely
With my knitting in my lap.
At the end of every singing
I make sure and loudly clap.
But I don’t think I can pretend
That I will still be living at the end.
What can save me?
Chorus
Bridge:
Ah ah ah ah!
You can’t leave this room.
Ah ah ah ah!
Many chairs have blocked you in,
Ah ah ah ah!
It will be your tomb.
Ah ah ah ah!
What can save you?
Chorus
There’s a whispered conversation
And it cannot be ignored.
Some people sat here far too long,
And they have gotten bored.
Since strangulation’s murder,
And prison I would rue.
It would also be too messy;
My guitar strap is brand new.
But I don’t think I can pretend
That they will still be living at the end.
What can save them?
Chorus X2
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Mary Crowell Athens, Alabama
Mary Crowell is a singer/songwriter and piano teacher who loves mythology and playing Dungeons & Dragons.
Her Patreon is
here: www.patreon.com/DrMaryCCrowell
She may be seen at science fiction and filk conventions performing and accompanying concerts on piano and occasionally clarinet.
Scattering Seeds on the Pomegranate Tour is her third solo album and is a mythic musical journey!
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