More Summer of Romantic Fluff. This lyric is a repeat from 2016’s summer with some alternative lyrics.

(To the melody of “Syracuse” by Henri Salvador)

When Syracuse was where you loved me.
The moonlight shimmered on the sand.
The stars were lucky charms above me.
My heart was putty in your hand.

The sunrise augured joy for me there
Still it reminds me of your smile
When it was heaven just to be there.
With you in Syracuse a while.

Its streets once paved with dreams and magic.
Warm breezes whispering your name.
When I revisit now seem tragic.
With you not here, nothing’s the same..

Old Syracuse feels drab and lonely.
As by myself I wander ‘round.
The haunts we knew are places only.
And not the Syracuse we’d found.
Gone is the Syracuse we’d found.

Lyric 2016 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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You can find one haunting version of the song at:


(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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Of late, the news we hear or read seems only about mindless violence, ignorant hatred and uncaring inaction.  Wanting and needing a reprieve from the depressing madness, I diverge from satire and parody and post a lighthearted lyric of life and love.

The movie Forrest Gump begins and ends with Forrest (Tom Hanks) sitting on a bench as a feather drifts around him, down and up, sideways and down and up again.  Jay Silvestri’s wonderfully lyric and whimsical “Feather Theme” is heard.

Life is like a feather on the breeze;  we never know where it will lead.  What we do know is that offering and receiving love is what gives the journey meaning.

(To the tune of “Feather Theme,” From 1994 film, “Forrest Gump,” by Alan Silvestri)

Life can be free and light, a feather,
Floating on velvet air.
Life seems about to settle down, and,
Then it skips off somewhere.
Life is A Chekov play, a farce,
A tango with de-je-vu.
Life is each precious day I spend with you.

Anywhere life can lead, we’ll follow.
Mystery has its charms.
Anytime I feel lost, you’ll be there,
Guiding me to your arms.
I’m not a smart man, but I know,
What everyone surely knows-
Life is feather, tickling your toes. 

Lyric Copyright 2009 By Robert s. Steinberg, Esquire
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