Monday, October 28, 2019

I'd explored Ireland's wet emerald Isles
I'd travelled to Thailand's famed land of smiles
Then I was invited to Italy
I flew over Florence and Tuscany

My family used to drive over there
Through the alps when I was a teenager
To admire Roman ruins in Roma,
Venice - gondolas, Verona - op'ra

My daily drink was Asti Spumante
Now the drink which even stay-at-homes know
The marketing dream, bubbly Prosecco
Everyone's heard of rich red Chianti

But the heart of Italy's ancient land
Hilltop castles, blow a kiss with both hands.
Tuscany touts the wicked Medici
Umbria paints Saint Francis of Assisi

To a tiny airport of Perugia
The Etruscan capital of Umbria
I loved the fruit honey from Umbria
Olives, salami, truffles on pasta!

Modern students stay there to study, learn
The musical language of Italy
In winter stroll past ruined Roman walls
In summer Europe's tallest waterfall

I tried local wines from Lungarotti
I sniffed the aroma and munched a biscotti
The head of a winery drove to Rome
He did a day's work then drove back home

Students take drugs, I prefer mountain air,
The fruit honey's so good that I don't want to share
The castle hotel has armour and stone steps, need a clear head
Medieval murals arch over my bed

The long river Tiber will still flow to Rome
After Ryan Air planes have flown tourists home.
My last look from my window is over red tiles
At green fingers of hills, white mist rises for miles

Back in London, what do I miss?
The giant gateway; the small chocolate kiss.

Sunday, October 27, 2019

Song Generating Website I Which I Recommend

This song creation website is a dream come true. It will half create a song and inspire me to complete a song a day.
You know the theory that a thousand hours on any skill turns you from an amateur to an expert.
At very least at the end of a year of practising, you can say, I have written a thousand songs.

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The Way You Singing (The Sad, Smiling And Spanish Man Song)

By Angelical

You find so many people are glad
But you, you are mostly sad

I like the way you singing.
Ringing.
I like the way you dancing.
You do it like financing.
I like the way you romancing.
You do it like freelancing.

You find so many people are beguiling
But you, you are mostly smiling

I love the way you wear your hair,
Spreading your style everywhere.
You're like a style fountain.
Enough zazz for a whole mountain.

You find so many people are provoking
But you, you are mostly joking

You're the perfect man.
No one brings me joy like you can.

You find so many people are musing
But you, you are mostly amusing

Sad, smiling and Spanish,
Joking and amusing too,
Are the qualities of you

You find so many people are glad
But you, you are mostly sad

Created on 28th October 2019.

I would reverse several of the lines. So many people are sad but you are mostly glad.

Permanent link to this song:
https://www.song-lyrics-generator.org.uk/2p4xjn1k/way-you-singing-the-sad-smiling-and-spanish-man-song.html

Song Lyric generating website for would-be songwriters

I tried out an automatic song generator. And a name for bands.

The first two versions of names for bands were so funny I could not stop laughing. If you want a laugh try that. One version of a band name included ice cold parrots.

The ordinary song worked impressively well. The rap song was nonsense. However, it could inspire me to start my own rap song about Singapore. Here is the generated version.

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A Singapore State of Mind (The Train Hip Hop)

By Angelical

A Rap

Yeah, yeah
Ayo, my friends, it's time.
It's time, my friends (aight, my friends, begin).
Straight out the green dungeons of rap.
The garden drops deep as does my durian.
I never swim, 'cause to swim is the son of tureen.
Beyond the walls of lunches, life is defined.
I think of love when I'm in a Singapore state of mind.
Hope the pardon got some arden.
My harden don't like no dirty jardin.
Run up to the chardin and get the varden.
In a Singapore state of mind.What more could you ask for? The humid garden?
You complain about the haze.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the jardin.
I'm rappin' to the train,
And I'm gonna move your crain.
Curvy, multi lingual, clean, like a waterfall
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a stall.
I can't take the the haze, can't take the Grab.
I woulda tried to slim I guess I got no dab.
I'm rappin' to the crain,
And I'm gonna move your train.
Yea, yaz, in a Singapore state of mind.
When I was young my son had a stall.
I waz kicked out without no fall.
I never thought I'd see that protocol.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my son's ball.
A foody bus is quite the us.

Thinking of love. Yaz, thinking of love (love).