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  1. That's not to say that Cahn couldn't write a really good lyric once in a while... [url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-RhQ6oKDiR0[/url] Come fly with me, we'll fly, we'll fly away If you can use some exotic booze There's a bar in far Bombay Come on fly with me, we'll fly, we'll fly away Come fly with me, will float down to Peru In llama-land there's a one-man band And he'll toot his flute for you Come on fly with me, we'll float down in the blue Once I get you up there Where the air is rarefied We'll just glide Starry-eyed Once I get you up there I'll be holding you so near You might hear All the angels cheer because we're together Weather-wise, it's such a lovely day Just say those words and we'll feed those birds Down to Acapulco Bay It is perfect for a flying honeymoon, they say Come on fly with me, we'll fly, we'll fly away, we'll fly
  2. Yeah, Cahn got that one right... (except for "some little small cafe...") which is redundant.
  3. I like writing ballads that (hopefully) sound a little like songs from the '30s and '40s. Once in a while I'll write story songs like the one I just posted.
  4. I may have been working on this song a while back. Anyway, I kinda think it's finished now. Farewell to Boise and Hannah 1. He parked in the rain down on Main Street in the light of the neon bars where he made his farewell to sweet Hannah on a night without any stars. When he asked if she’d like to come with him she sighed, “Maybe one of these days.” For although she had a free spirit she’d been left with two daughters to raise. ’Cross the Idaho-Oregon border his dog Hank in the passenger seat, it was farewell to Boise and Hannah, life without her, Hank, won’t be as sweet. 2. He’d sent tapes out to Portland and Ashland, to Medford and Salem and Bend. He got offered a gig in Corvallis, weekday evenings from six until ten. He and Hank settled into the city— just a small university town, Maybe Hannah might come for a visit and someday they’d all settle down. He and Hank had traveled high desert, crossed mountains and rivers and streams. Now it’s farewell to Boise and Hannah, and hello to his radio dreams. 3. Ah, but AM was losing its listeners, less music, more traffic and news. So to Ely then Orem then Flagstaff, the itinerant disc-jockey blues. Sometimes late at night she’d still call him and ask him to play her a song. Though she’s too far away to have heard them he’s played songs for her all along. He and Hank crossed the wide Colorado, now both with some grey in their hair, and it’s farewell to Hannah’s sweet shadow, and hello to that radio station, perhaps their last destination, the next small-town radio station up ahead somewhere. Words & Music © 2014 by Lee Charles Kelley West Sixty Ninth Street (ASCAP)
  5. Hi Mark! Nice to hear from you again, But I still think this lyric is second rate because of the prosody problem, which is probably why Mercer had a problem with the tune! He was much more meticulous about such things than Cahn was. The fact is, a person talking would never say "the mys-ter-RY of it." They would say, "the MYS-ter-ry of it." Lyrics are supposed to be sung conversation, something Cahn failed at time after time.
  6. I didn't know that about Kurt Weill. I do know that George wrote the music, then Ira wrote the words. Also, Mercer wrote a lot of lyrics that were never put to music until fairly recently. Barry Manilow has a whole album or two of these gems. [url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R68zxRvZvFc[/url]
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