YESTERDAY A SMILE

Here’s more of the Summer of Romantic Fluff.

YESTERDAY A SMILE
(To melody of movie theme the name of which I cannot recall)

Yesterday a smile
Today a frown
The world spins ‘round
We live, we cope
Sometimes in fear
And always keeping up our guards
Hope against all odds
But it’s so hard for me to live
Without you here.

Yesterday is gone
Along with you
Nowhere a smile
Where is the love
The dreams, the life
What stands behind that meant so much
Nothing one can touch
Only memories that flicker
Through the night
Yesterday a smile
Just yesterday
A smile seemed right.

© 2003 by Robert S. Steinberg
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MARGARITA

Continuing the, “Summer of Romantic Fluff.” I’ve always like Mariachi music, the winding melodies, fragrant harmony and acoustic guitars. This lyric about a cowboy who falls in love on his way to the Alamo was written to an original  Mariachi-like tune.

MARGARITA
(To original melody)

Verses
Margarita pretty senorita.
We were standing in the courtyard
of a church outside of Mexico.
I was only passing through there.
When I spent a night with you there.
On my way to San Antonio.

Suddenly the sunlight caught your hair.
There was sadness in your eyes,
entreating softly, “Please don’t go.”
Still, I had to leave that morning.
By the twilight of the night,
men would be dying at the Alamo.

Chorus
Margarita, don’t despair.
It’s just that I cannot dishonor
A Texas torn with strife.
Still I love you, I’ll take care.
And I promise Margarita,
Not to throw away my life.
When we’ve defeated Santa Anna
I’ll come back and make you my wife.

Verse
As I rode my steed into the sunrise.
In my mind there was determination,
in my heart an unrelenting pain.
And I understood the meaning
of the saying,
Cowboys’ memories are scattered
like the dust upon the desert plain.
Repeat chorus

Verse
There’s an eerie silence always following a battle.
Santa Anna walks among the brave
who would not choose to yield.
In the pocket of one soldier
is a torn and bloodied letter.
And he reads it to himself
right there upon the battlefield.

Chorus
Margarita don’t despair.
You know that I could not dishonor
A Texas torn with strife.
Know I loved you and take care
And I’m sorry Margarita
That I could not save my life.
You’ll meet another lucky cowboy.
One day he’ll make you his wife.

© 2017 by Robert S. Steinberg
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BETWEEN THE WORDS HELLO GOODBYE

This post continues the Summer of Romantic Fluff.

BETWEEN THE WORDS HELLO GOODBYE
(To original melody)

Goodbye,
Such a lonely word that leaves you feeling sad
Although,
One can always find some good in any bad
To think,
We could only say goodbye if first we’d said hello

And so be glad
For every moment that we loved and cared
For knowing I was there
And for all we shared
Between the words hello goodbye

Farewell,
Barely spoken sound to signify and end
So long,
Though I hate to see you leave my lovely friend.
But then,
We were lucky to have found
What many never know

And so I’m glad
For every moment that we loved and cared
For knowing you were there
And for all we shared
Between the words hello goodbye.
Between the words hello goodbye.

 

© 2004 by Robert S. Steinberg
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SOMEDAY ISLE

This post continues the “Summer of Romantic Fluff,” on a jazz theme.

SOMEDAY ISLE
(To original melody)

“Someday Isle,” “Somewhere Happiness”
I’ll take you there one day.
We’ll go in style.

Life feels dead in “Meanwhile Loneliness,”
I dream to keep from going mad.
In “Someday Isle.”

That corner of my mind
Where I am loved, and I can find
A peaceful respite from the sadness.
For a while.

“Somewhere Girl,” Are you far or near?
The dream one day won’t be a “Someday,”
You’ll appear.

Show me your, “Always Smile.”
Goodbye to “Someday Isle.”
For then I’ll be –

“Somewhere.”

© 2017 by Robert S. Steinberg
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I NEVER COULD GET AROUND YOUR SMILE

In 1983 I was representing Fred Neil, an iconic music business cult figure. Fred who had abandoned the music business and become a recluse died in 2001. Hy Shore, an entertainment lawyer, and one of the more decent individuals I’ve met in the music business, suggested I try to induce Fred to write again. I penned the lyric below and showed it to Fred, hoping he might want to compose a melody. Fred liked the lyric and suggested one minor change. But, he never would write again which is a shame. He was an immensely talented musician, song-writer and singer, a true artist. Eventually, I came up with my own melody.

This post begins another Summer of Romantic Fluff, once again, taking a break from political parody.

 

I NEVER COULD GET AROUND YOUR SMILE
(To original melody)
Old dreams have a funny way
Of dropping in on rainy day.
I’m finger-writing on my bedroom windowpane.
Tracing your name, over and over.

Thumbing through yellow photographs.
Some corny notes that once made you laugh.
A willy-nilly out-of-order sad parade.
Like crumpled sheets on a bed unmade.

In many ways the raindrops are images of my life.
Forming puddles of anger from a downpour of strife.
And even though I think I did carry it off in style.
Still I never could get around your smile.

Sure wish I was talkin’ with you.
Those rainy days, we would talk straight through..
The music of your voice, would be a soothing gift.
Into a memory storm I drift.

Now looking at the raindrops I’m reminded of who I am.
A soldier of fortune who never once gave a damn.
Oh I could teach the CIA a trick or two about guile.
But, I never could get around your smile.

Old drams never fade away.
If you’re alone on this rainy day.
There’s room enough for two beside my windowsill.
I’m trying to say that I love you still.

So if you’re frightened by the thunder
And the lightening in space.
Grab your umbrella
Come over to my place.
We’ll talk about some old times and have ourselves a good cry.
And later on maybe get around to s smile.
Babe, I never could get around your smile.

© 2017 by Robert S. Steinberg
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GOODBYE COMEY

GOODBYE COMEY
(To the tune of “Goodnight Sweetheart,” by Ray Noble, Jimmy Campbell & Reg Connelly (1931))

Goodbye Comey.
On my nerves you’re grating.
Goodbye Comey.
Ends investigating.

Come tomorrow.
My new FBI.
Will bandage the sty.
Confirm my alibi.

Goodbye Comey.
Democrats are whining.
Goodbye Comey.
Who’d suspect bad timing?

Hate stiff Prussians.
Why can’t I love those Russians?
Goodbye Comey.
Goodbye.

Lyric © 2017 by Robert S. Steinberg
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NORTH OF THE BORDER

NORTH OF THE BORDER
(To the tune of, “South of the Border,” by Jimmy Kennedy & Michael Carr and featured in Frank Sinatra’s 1958 Concept Album “Come Fly With Me.”)

North of the border from old Mexico.
Down where the Rio Grande lays out its hand
in gentle flow.
The Donald is building a wall soon to grow.
North of the border from old Mexico.

He’s spending a billion to seal-off the land
But he could spend a trillion and still not even understand
These people keep coming, where else can they go?
But North of the border from old Mexico.

In their eyes you can see desperation.
There is violence and chaos about.
And when people have reached desperation.
No silly wall will keep them out.

North of the border we’re really naïve.
Thinking a wall defends when in the end walls deceive.
In shutting them out, we’re shut-in you know.
North of the border from old Mexico.

Lyric © 2017 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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THAT’S WHY THE COUNTRY’S IN DEEP SHIT

T’S WHY THE COUNTRY’S IN DEEP SHIT
(To the tune of, “That’s Why the Lady is a Tramp,” by Richard Rodgers and Lorenz Hart)

Promising jobs that machines will usurp.
Thinks we’re Dodge City and he’s Wyatt Earp.
Doesn’t know Cairo from Prague or Antwerp.
That why the Country’s is deep-shit

Disavows reading, says he knows it all.
Waits by the hot-line for Putin to call.
Bridges are crumbling, he’s building a wall.
That’s why the Country’s in deep-shit.

Rash threats he’s aimed at mad Kim Jong Un.
That psychotic son.
Who spooks
With nukes.

The planet’s warming, with Trump coal’s a hit.
That’s why the Country’s in deep shit.

Lyric © 2017 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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OBAMACARE

OBAMACARE
(To the tune of, “Our Love is Here to Stay,” by George Gershwin & Ira Gershwin.)

Obamacare.
Thankfully here to stay.
Another year
Under the ACA

Republicans and the President
Promising to repeal and replace.
Suffered embarrassment.
All of them losing face.

Obamacare.
Mandates the right abhors.
But to be fair.
Millions that law insures.

Donald may grimace and grumble.
Not being humble.
But, “Health-care for all,” we say.
Obamacare
Hooray!

Lyric © 2017 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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DON’T BELIEVE THE GOP

It is richly ironic that the GOP health care replacement bill for Obamacare is poised to sink in the House not because it fails to insure enough Americans but because the most ideological wing of the party believes it insures too many.

DON’T BELIEVE THE GOP
(To the tune of, “Do You Hear the People Sing? (Barricade Song from Broadway Show “Les Miserables,” by Alain Albert Boublil, Claude Michel Schonberg, Herbert Krtezmer & Jean Marc Natel).

Don’t believe the GOP
vowing to benefit your health.
It’s a tax-cut they’re proposing now
to generate more wealth.
Trust the truth inside your head
and not the balderdash you’re fed.
Know this legislation’s telling
you to drop dread.

The Republicans are saying
that your welfare is their aim.
Believe the game they’re playing,
you’ll have no insurance claim.

Don’t believe the GOP.
When have they ever kept their word?
Saying more people will be covered now.
The statement is absurd.
Trust the truth inside your head
and not the balderdash you’re fed.
Know this legislation’s telling
you to drop dead.

Lyric © 2017 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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