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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SPRING MUSTN’T COME THIS YEAR

In the 1960s I was writing songs with J.J. Jackson at Tender Tunes Music (Publishing arm of Kama Sutra Records which later became Buddah (later changed to Buddha) Records in the 1650 building on Broadway, NYC. J.J. and I wrote many good songs during that time. Most were rock and roll songs that were either never recorded or recorded and not released for often obscure music business reasons. J.J., a talented singer, musician and arranger, later went over to England and had success there with his hit song, “It’s All Right,” still played on oldies stations and some albums. But, back then we also wrote some jazz tunes and this is the lyric to one I’m posting as part of my Summer of Romantic Fluff which is winding down after Labor Day. I always liked this song and still play it on my home piano badly in need of an overhaul.

SPRING MUSTN’T COME THIS YEAR
(Music by J.J. Jackson and Robert S. Steinberg, Lyrics by Robert S. Steinberg)

Spring mustn’t come this year.
Tell Mister Bluebird not to appear.
I couldn’t bear his song.
Spring mustn’t come this year.

The one I love has gone.
So let the lonely winds whisper on.
Lilacs would be all wrong.
Spring mustn’t come this year.

A warm sunny day with white clouds above.
Would only remind me of
Her warm, sunny face, now some other place
With some other lips so near.

Don’t let the sun shine forth.
Don’t let the songbirds wing their way north.
I couldn’t stand the cheer.
Spring mustn’t come this year.
Not while my love’s not here.

Lyric © 1963, 2016 by Robert Steinberg
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SYRACUSE

When I wrote the lyric “When Will I Ever Come Around,” a friend had asked, “How did you get to New England in a song about Syracuse in Sicily.” When I heard the melody back in 1983 I didn’t know anything about Syracuse. The melody struck me as longing and nostalgic. I thought of an idea I’d been tossing around in my mind that included Cape Cod and its wind-blown beaches. When I posted the lyric on August 31, 2016 as part of my summer of romantic fluff, I searched again for the music. The many You-tube posts triggered this alternative lyric. You can find one haunting version of the song at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YP918Q272AA.

I still prefer my first lyric even though it’s not set in Syracuse. But, I hope this one satisfies my friend.

SYRACUSE
(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 here
Still it reminds me of your smile
Days felt like heaven just to be here
With you in Syracuse a while.

Its streets once paved with dreams and magic.
Soft breezes whispering love’s song.
While I revisit now seem tragic.
With you not here, the mood’s all wrong.

Old Syracuse is 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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WHEN WILL I EVER COME AROUND?

When I was representing Fred Neil (from about 1981 to his death), one of Fred’s music business pals (might have been Nick Venet, I don’t recall) was in contact with Frank Sinatra. Sinatra had wanted English lyrics written to a lovely melody Syracuse composed by Henri Salvador (can be found on You Tube) . The music-biz pal asked Fred who, of course, wanted no part of it. Fred mentioned the proposal to me and I prepared the lyric that follows. Fred liked my lyric and forwarded it on to his pal but I never heard from Sinatra. I offer it up now as more of my summer of romantic fluff.

WHEN WILL I EVER COME AROUND?
(To melody of Syracuse by Henri Salvador)

A lonely raindrop knows the cold mist
A fallen leaf, the autumn ground
And me, I’ve felt completely helpless
When will I ever come around?

Weekends I drive up through New England
Like going to a lost and found
Hoping to find the smiles I’d lost there
When will I ever come around?

Back when I was myself you loved me
We roamed the Cape, ate lobster tails.
But then you left and something happened.
I felt the wind, go from my sails

Another cup of lukewarm coffee
Another cigarette burned down
I haven’t touched them I’ve been thinking
When will I ever come around?
When will I ever come around?

© 1983, 2016 by Robert S. Steinberg
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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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WHEN LOVE SMILED SOFTLY

Summer seems a good time to break from political parody and offer up a little romantic fluff. So, a poem for the romantic spirits.

WHEN LOVE SMILED SOFTLY
(Original poem by Robert S. Steinberg)

I still remember when love smiled softly,
Touched me on the shoulder
And I turned around to look, bewildered,
Momentarily stunned by the why.
When love spoke warmly I answered
Love, in a language heard whispered
By children, in daydreams and now,
By you and I.

Do you remember when love smiled softly?
Kissed you on the forehead
Like a morning sun? Giving life
A truth that had been pretend.
When love sighed deeply,
As if to say, “Trust me.
“Believe in what you feel,
I am a friend.”

We came together when love smiled softly
Wed us like two rivers,
Carried us along, one irrepressible flow,
Immersed in the other’s current.
Love smiled, and we smiled back at love,
Softly, as I smile at you today,
Softly, more the river rolls and bends
Softly smiling now, before love ends.

© 2016 by Robert S. Steinberg
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