Instead of recording my irresistible golden voice singing these instant-classic
songs of mine, I thought I'd do the next best thing. On this page are links to
MIDI files of songs I've written, where I have an an oboe playing the vocal
part. The lyrics to each song appear immediately below each link, so you
can sing along with the music.
Note that the last of these songs is woefully incomplete in terms of accompaniment, and the next-to-last is just as incomplete in terms of lyrics.
And the Word Is Love (performed at a wedding in 1994)
(Fun fact: The lyrics at the end of the first verse were inspired by the last sentence in "30 Seconds Over Broadway" from the book Wild Cards.)
Since long before
We wrote our lore
Before we wrote down time,
The feeling came
Through us, the same
As now they sometimes must climb;
The gentlest thing
Would loudly sing
In silences all heard.
Wherever it came down,
It made the sound
Of just a single word.No Secret lay
In night or day,
Intense the word was known;
Yet so much so
That by some cruel blow
It's possible to be thrown.
Sometimes we cry,
"We'd rather die!",
The word seems so unsure;
But it's still there,
It's ev'rywhere,
The only thing that will endure.And the word is love! Love! Love! Love!
Love for all your life!
And the word is love!______
Be you husband, child, or wife!
The strength you draw
From natural law
Can never be absurd.
You might forget
What you have learned,
But don't forget the word!(short instrumental refrain, played on a flute)
For the life that we live,
And the love that we give,
And the truth that we know
We cannot confuse;
Reach down to that deep desire,
And let it show its fire,
It's the reason for being here —
What have you got to lose?This does not mean that you must always love upon demand,
Nor does it mean to love by coming down with an iron hand,
This does not mean to love afar upon some distant shore,
It merely means to love yourself, and your close ones all the more.And the word is love! Love! Love! Love!
Love for all you're worth!
And the word is love!______
Feels like a second birth!
It's all around
In ev'ry sound,
And rock, and tree, and bird.
You can forget
All you've been told,
But it's impossible to forget the word.And the word is love.
My Love By Grenda vil Dift, 2856 A.D.
(Originally written for the short story The Starlane Destroyer.)
My love! The center of my life,
Be with me when I am gone.
The warmth of your love can propel me
Past the deepest darkness and on.
My love! The beacon in my nights,
Don't let your thoughts of me despair.
My love! You're all the diff'rence I need;
Our lives' pure light shall dare!I still recall a time
Before you turned my night into day,
And I wondered then, as I wonder now,
How could it have been any other way?My love! When all is said and done,
What we have will not be lost.
The darkness won't last forever,
And the dawn shall break through the frost!
My love! Together we were, once,
And though that time refused to stay_____,
My love!
For all it's worth,
I know we'll be together again some day.
You May Run Through Endless Darkness
I heard this in a dream I had right after I realized I wasn't ever going to be able to get a local girlfriend for as long as I lived in the Silicon Valley.
You may run through endless darkness
Deeper than the night,
And you may feel the stings of emptiness,
Harsh and cold and bright;
You may face lonely nights
'Til you want to cry, "No more!"
In short, what are you fighting for?
I also heard this in a dream, involving Space Ace and Kimberly from the old Space Ace video arcade laserdisc game. Space Ace was aboard a boat, and Kimberly was singing this to him while skillfully navigating down a dangerous whitewater river, reminiscent of "Just Around the River Bend" from Disney's Pocahontas. (The tune itself, however, seems to have been inspired by "Lasso You the Moon" from the movie Rustlers' Rhapsody.)
God may seem omnipotent, you see,(Nobody ever said that lyrics you hear in a dream have to make sense.)
So beautiful and free
Beneath the waves.
But God is just another mutant drifting through the sea.
God made you.
God spent a lot to make you.
And God spent lots more making me.
Yet another song I heard in a dream. It's a poignant, heartrending Irish folk ballad about the long lost green of youth, or the Irish countryside, or something, set against a comical fabric softener commercial involving a lady whisking her way through a black-and-white landscape that turns full-color in her wake (implying that the laundry product she's hawking keeps your clothes as brightly colored as the green grass).
Unfortunately, I didn't hear, and have never concocted, any real lyrics for this yet.
Da da da da da da da da da da da-ah,
It seems a lifetime ago,
Da da da da da da da da da da da-ah,
Dah, da da da-ah, da da.
My youth were as green as the wild Irish hillside,
Da da da-ah, da-ah, da da.
Da da da-ah da da da da da da da-ah,
Dah, da da da- and they'd say:
"She are green! She are green!
The greenest that ever were seen.
She are green! She are green!
The rising to vote, sir,
Doo doo doo doo dote, sir,
Da dah, da da DA — she are green!"
Let's Go Bomb an Abortion Clinic
An extremely sarcastic song, which I wrote in reaction to certain Contemporary Christian Music lyrics I heard. If you're not offended by this song, you're reading it wrong.
Ev'ry day, sev'ral thousand little cute, helpless babies
Are all killed while they're in the wo-omb still.
Don't they know that getting pregnant is God's mandated punishment
For getting laid against His holy will?
We can't let them get away with this, they've got to pay the price;
The time has come to act, the time is past for being nice!
Let's go bomb an abortion clinic.
Make the world once more Huckleberry Finn-ic.
With some primer cord and some C4
We'll keep 'em from killing any more,
Let's go bomb an abortion clinic!
Come with me, don't be such a cynic!
Stop the killers by killing them ourselves.
I've been all through the Bible, but I can't find a place where it says
Abortion explicitly is wrong.
But my pastor says that Moses only meant unborn babies
By that "Thou Shalt Not Kill" thing all along.
And if it's good enough for Moses, well, it's good enough for me!
God help the doctors I send to Hell for all eternity.
Let's go bomb an abortion clinic.
While they're still inside with their next-of-kin-ic.
We'll park a rented truck out front,
Like that Oklahoma City stunt.
Let's go bomb an abortion clinic!
Come with me, don't be such a cynic!
Blast them all, they deserve it for their crimes.
With the fear of getting blown up, they won't dare go near a clinic,
So they'll have to keep their babies like God said.
Now you may begin to wonder 'bout all those unwanted children
With a mother who would rather they were dead.
Well, frankly, I don't give a damn about them once they're born.
God says we've got more bombs to plant, we've got no time to mourn!
Let's go bomb an abortion clinic.
We'll keep them from committing a mortal sin-ic.
And don't worry if one of our caste
Or an unborn baby's in the blast —
Let's go bomb an abortion clinic!
Come with me, don't be such a cynic!
Kill them all, and let our God sort them out!
Boom boom boom boom, ka-blam!
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