Musical Challenge to put 71 yr old father-in-laws lyrics to music. (1 Viewer)

[thairock]

Well.....no, but .

 

[thairock]

Super enthused by the compositions thus far, Chris has sent me "Possibly a song?"

He is enjoying this

BRINGING HOME THE BACON


Leaning alone on his grocery trolley,
Plastic meat and soil-free greens,
Toilet paper, butter, and tins of beans.


Muscled workman hands lay idle,
Weathered old face placid and still.
Brown patient eyes meant for dreaming.
Gaze blankly at the new-age till.


Wrenching lettuce, netting fish,
Using the body, making it thrive.
Roaming for mushrooms was better than this,
Standing and dreaming of being alive.


Check-out girl polite but bored
In that chilled American way:
How are you sir? Money or card?
Ninety dollars please. Have a nice day.


Wait at the counter with all day to burn.
Far from the hills and the pig on his back.
Stands with the women waiting his turn to
Take home the bacon in a white plastic sack.


Lyrics By Christopher Horan

Also , don't forget the "love song"

FIRST LOVE

In class two was a girl I loved.
Her name was Jacqueline.
Neatly tied was her shampooed hair.
Alas, my dad cut mine.

She’d tassels on her shiny shoes,
And white angora socks.
So the battered shoes on my poor feet
Failed to win my Goldylocks.

Was it my weekly slept-in shirt
That made her step away,
For clean and soapy-smelling boys
Who knew the rules of play?

Puzzled and put out, I’d turn,
Wounded to the core.
My iron-shod clogs a-ringing
On that old classroom floor.

Lyrics By Christopher Horan


Thanks

 

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Bringing home the bacon rocks.I'm on it.

 

[thairock]

Bringing home the bacon rocks.I'm on it.

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