Sunday 7 October 2012

Tiny Tim - She's Just Laughing At Me lyrics



She’s Just Laughing At Me

She’s so pretty
I wonder why she smiles
As she passes by
Could it be
She’s just laughing at me?

I’m a loser
A clumsy clown
So why does she come around,
Acting sweet?
She’s probably laughing at me

Girls never gave me half a chance
I never got a second glance
So why does she keep smiling?
Could it be that I have the right
To think that she really likes
What she sees?
Or is she just laughing at me?!

Wednesday 3 October 2012

Cupid and Death lyrics

(Lyrics to the songs Cupid & Death I and Cupid & Death II by Tony Wakeford)

The first song is composed of passages from the masque Cupid and Death, by James Shirley.  Wikipedia's summary of the play sheds some light to the lyrics: "In the tale and in Shirley's retelling, Death and Cupid accidentally exchange their arrows and cause chaos as a result. Cupid shoots potential lovers and inadvertently kills them. Death shoots at elderly people whose time of passing has come, and strikes them ardent instead"

Some words and sentences in Wakeford's lyrics are a bit different from the original text of the play (I used this site as the text source).

The second song's lyrics are original, as far as I know. I couldn't find the lyrics to that on the web, only some pieces of the song used in forum signatures from years ago. So decided to transcribe it and put it on the web; there might be a few errors in that one.



Cupid & Death I

Though little be the God of Love,
Yet his arrows mighty are,
And his victories above
What the valiant reach by war;
Nor are his limits with the sky;
O’er the milky way he’ll fly,
And sometimes wound a Deity.

Apollo once the Python slew,
But a keener arrow flew
From Daphne’s eye, and made a wound,
For which the God no balsam found.

A smile of Venus that did more
On Mars, than armies could before;
Thus love can fiery spirits tame,
And when he pleases, cold Rocks inflame.

Victorious men on Earth, no more
Proclaim how wide your empires are;
And though you bind in every shore,
And your triumphs reach as far
As night or day,
Yet you proud monarchs must obey,
And mingle with forgotten ashes, when
Death calls ye to the crowd of common men.

Devouring famine, plague, and war,
Each able to undo mankind,
Death’s servile emissaries are;
Nor to these alone confined.

He has at will
More quaint and subtle ways to kill;
A smile, or kiss, he will use the Art,
Shall have the cunning skill to break a heart.

Stay, Cupid, where are you flying?
Pity the pale lovers dying;
They that honoured thee before,
Will honour thee no more

At thy altar pay their vows.
O let the weeping virgins strow,
Instead of rose and myrtle boughs,
Sad yew and funeral cypress now.

Unkind Cupid, leave thy killing,
These are all thy mother’s doves;
Oh do not wound such noble loves,
And make them bleed that should be billing.

What will it, Death, advance thy name
Upon cold rocks to waste a flame,
Or by mistake it seems to throw
Bright torches into pits of snow?

Thy rage is lost,
And thy old killing frost.
With thy arrows thou mayest try
To make the young or aged bleed,
But indeed
Not compel one heart to die.

O Love! O Death! be it your fate,
Before you both repent too late,
To meet and try
Upon yourselves your sad artillery.
(x2)

So Death may make Love kind again,
Or cruel Death by Love be slain.
(x4)




Cupid and Death II

Let Cupid love, let Cupid sing
For at the end Death always wins
Let Cupid love, let Cupid sing
For at the end Death always wins

Not all will love, but all will die
Not all will love, but all will die
Not all will love, but all will die
Not all will love, but all will die

If Cupid and Death should compete
Who would break hearts the least?
From summer sun to winter moon
Our time passed us so soon

The closing heart and the opening door
After love and death, who next will call?
Cupid and Death
Cupid and Death

Hell returns to my head
When symbols wake that should stay dead
When thy love is gone, with banners raised
Only your love has hoped to save

But hell returns to my head
When symbols wake that should stay dead
When thy love is gone, with banners raised
Only love has hoped to save

Cupid and Death
Cupid and Death