AND SO IT ALL BEGAN (NO MORE WAR)

AND SO IT ALL BEGAN (NO MORE WAR)
(To tune of “And I love You So,” by Don McClean (1970)).

God created Man.
With free-will from above.
And Man created war.
The opposite of love.

And so it all began.
His finger touched the ground.
So hard to see the plan.
When peace nowhere is found.

And so I ask the heaven’s up on-high.
Do children have to die?
Though I try to comprehend.
And God, you know, we’re all at your command.
You’d need but raise a hand.
And all war would surely end.

God created man.
Oft-times I ask, “what for?”
To hate and to make war?
That cannot be the plan.

The truth would be sublime
Light given from above
God would not waste His time.
And not believe in love.

And so I ask the heaven’s up on-high.
Do children have to die?
War is hard to comprehend.
And God, you know, we’re all at your command.
You’d need but raise a hand.
And all war would surely end.

No more war, it has to end.

Lyric © 2017 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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HAPPY VALENTINES DAY

A PLAGIARISED LOVE SONG
(To original melody)
Though it often seems too trite, whispered in the night
under starlight beaming bright.
I’ll say right then.
“I love you.”

Yet it can’t be thought as wrong, repeating in this song
what won’t take me very long.
To say again
“I love you.”

Clichéd phrase –
delivered through the ages
written down on pages
by dead poets in dull rhymes.
Yet always –
lovers vow and swear it
and never tire to hear it
said to them a million times.

So I’ll look into your eyes, and crystallize the words
boldly written on my heart.
At that moment of pure bliss, as our lips strain to a kiss
when you’ll know they’re really true.
As I plagiarise again the well-worn words
“I love you.”

© 2017 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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LONELY PEOPLE

This post continues the summer break with more romantic fluff.

LONELY PEOPLE
(Original lyric by Robert S. Steinberg to original melody)

We’re all people, lonely people.
Different colors, sizes, odd shapes.
But just people, vulnerable people.
To life’s bruises, and love’s heart-scrapes

We breathe the same air
on this same lonely world.
Alone among the stars.
Every woman, every man
every boy and every girl
knows in her heart

She’s a person, and a person’s
No more precious than the next one.
Wealth may bring a bit of comfort.
But we’re planted in the same bed
when it’s all been said and done.

So, I’ll fill my cup with kindness.
We’re all here just passing through.
Lonely people, as lonely people do.
But I’ll feel less lonely
if I’m the person
who is pleasing you.

© 2016 by Robert S. Steinberg
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ONE SMILE

ONE SMILE
(To original melody)

One smile can change the day for a person
who feels that smile beaming their way.
And all that gloom and doom inside puts on the brakes.
Sometimes a smile is all it takes.

One smile can change the mood of a nation.
Small pebbles dropped into weary streams.
Spread ripples out from rivers to oceans.
One smile can spark a million new dreams

Nothing you feel, will lift the funk you’re in.
Along comes a stranger, with an irresistible grin.

One smile can turn on those good emotions
that lead you to a much better place.
So, let go of worries, you might just change the world.
Just let a smile take over your face.
Just let a smile take over your face.

© 2015 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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DO SOMETHING YOU LOVE

This song was inspired by a character in Gerald Green’s wonderful novel, “The Last Angry Man,” made into a film starring Paul Muni.  Dr. Sam Abelman  is a cantankerous family doctor who remains in his slum neighborhood because he cares more about his ungrateful patients than about money or offered TV notoriety.  He calls the takers in life galoots. Among many memorable quips he says, “No one does anything for its own sake anymore.”

DO SOMETHING YOU LOVE
(To original melody)

Do something for its own sake.
Something you love.
Not for what, you can get out of it.

Do something for feeling good
Proud of yourself.
Glad to be you, because you did it.

In this mercurial world we’re riven.
Always, chasing the buck.
You never catch up.
S’ one rat-race treadmill, this life we’re livin’.
Y’ thirst for happiness, but a drop is given.
It’s time you,

Do something for its own sake.
Something you love.
Not for what, you can get out of it.

Do something for feeling good.
Proud of yourself.
Glad to be you, because you did it.

Something you love.
For its own sake
Not for a buck.
Do something you love.

© 2014 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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CONGRESS WISHES YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS (2014)

CONGRESS WISHES YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS (2014)
(To tune of “Have Yourself a Very Merry Christmas” by Hugh Martin and Ralph Blane, as performed by Judy Garland in film, “Meet Me in Saint Louis.”)

Congress wishes you a Merry Christmas
With a last Hurrah!
Sounds familiar: Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah!

Congress wishes you a Merry Christmas
What a spending bill.
Stuffed with so much pork it’s smelling like road-kill.

Tis the season of merriment
To the Senate send some elves
And to the house where smug members rent
Seats and represent themselves.

Next year we will have another congress.
An angry one, and-how!
We may come to wish for this pathetic sow
And Congress wishes you a Merry Christmas now.

Reprise
Congress wishes you a Merry Christmas.
Isn’t Chutzpah bold?
They’ve upped campaign funding limits by ten-fold.

Why three-cheers for the candidates?
In all fifty states? What for?
Millionaires have selected them.
And elected them. What’s more –

Next year we will have another congress.
A better one? No – how!
We may come to wish for this pathetic sow
Your congress wishes you a Merry Christmas now.

Lyric © 2014 by Robert S. Steinberg
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AC-CENT-TCHU-ATE* THE NEGATIVE

AC-CENT-TCHU-ATE* THE NEGATIVE
(To tune of ‘Ac-Cent-Tchu-Ate the Positive,” by Harold Arlen & Johnny Mercer (1944))

Intro

To get elected in the U.S.A.
You needn’t be smart. You just need to pay.
And, here’s how to win, so I’m told the experts say.

Verses

You’ve got to, Ac-Cent-Tchu-Ate the negative.
Do circumvent the positive.
And don’t mention what they need to live.
Cause facts never matter anyway.

You’ve got to say what the polls have ordered up.
The truth, well, that we’ll keep boarded up.
Cause dollars is what decides the vote.
It’s over before Election Day.

*Except for this original Johnny Mercer phrase, lyric ©. 2014 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire.
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PENNIES ARE HEAVEN

Periodically the movement to get rid of the penny reactivates. The argument goes that the cost to produce the penny exceeds one cent – even though the cooper penny is now over 90% zinc.  In the end, however, whatever its composition, the penny endures.

PENNIES ARE HEAVEN

(To tune of, “Pennies From Heaven,” by Arthur Johnston & Johnny Burke (1936))

If you need to make some change,
Pennies are heaven.
When the price-mark’s something strange
Like $9.57.

Some say the cost is wasteful
I say, “No thanks!”
What would we use to fill up
Our piggy banks?

Say you want to ditch that old coin.
What are you thinkin’?
Illinois pleads don’t dare purloin
The face of Lincoln

So when your pockets jangle
That’s no mystery
Pennies are heaven
And will always be.

Lyric © 2014 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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WHO’LL JUDGE THE JUDGES?

A controversial decision by conservative judges on the DC Court of Appeals regarding the subsidies provided under the Affordable Care Act has reignited the debate whether judges these days base decisions on the law or justify their personal biases with the law.

WHO’LL JUDGE THE JUDGES?
(To tune of “Whom Can I Turn To,” by Leslie Bricusse & Anthony Newley (1964))

Who’ll judge the judges?
When politics moves them.
Who render decisions,
Make unwise revisions.
That no law behooves them.

With no laws that bind them.
Big money behind them.
They’ll make up the rules.
A country of fools,
Will laugh and not mind them

Those artful opinions
That favor the wealthy.
The rich earn a buffer.
The poor only suffer.
How can that be healthy?

With them we’re in trouble.
With them dreams are passé.
And who’ll judge the judges?
When they judge that way.

Lyric © 2014 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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LET’S CALL THE WHOLE THING OFF – 2014

Pat Buchanon recently said that immigration could split the USA into two countries.  Immigration is but one of many issues that spark partisan outbursts that grow increasingly strident.

LET’S CALL THE WHOLE THING OFF
(To tune of “Let’s Call the Whole Thing Off” by George and Ira Gershwin)

Intro
Things have come to a great impasse
And the blame flies “tit for tat”
The Republicans want one thing
But the Democrats don’t want that
Oh I fear a sad end we’ll see
Will democracy fall flat?
This great nation born, no longer one
Something must be done.

Verses
You’d cut spending, with budget axes
I’d trim spending, and edge up taxes
Spending, taxes, budget axes
Let’s call whole thing off

I say public, and you say private
You’d kill health care, and I’d revive it
Public, private, kill re-vive it
Let’s call the whole thing off

Bridge
But oh, if we call the whole thing off
Then we might start to think
And oh, given proper thought
We might do what we ought

Verse
Cut big spending, and raise some taxes
Stop pretending, to grind no axes
Feed-up, knowing
To hell the country’s going,
The people call the politics off
Let’s call the whole thing off

Additional verse
You’re against, Latin immigration
I say immigrants, build a nation
Immigration, build a nation
Let’s call the whole thing off

Bridge 2
For oh, lest we call the whole thing off
We might just fall apart
And oh, if we fell apart
Well that would break my heart

For this nation’ founders, were wise and dreamers
But their dream flounders, when used by schemers
Fed up, knowing, to hell the country’s going
People call the politics off
Let’s call the whole thing off

Lyric: © 2011, 2014 by Robert S. Steinberg
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