tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77251742009-07-01T13:35:11.329-05:00Bard Marc Gunn's romantic poetry, sad poems, song lyrics, inspirational poetry, Christian, nature, and love poetry.Marc Gunnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09259760600015369364noreply@blogger.comBlogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725174.post-32793179895077160672009-04-13T17:10:00.005-05:002009-04-13T17:27:26.708-05:00

by Marc Gunn, 1993It was so long ago, I can only imagine I had bought a box of Oreos and was dunking them in milk while watching Ferris Bueller. But who knows where this parody idea came from.It's an Oreo cookie, now (Oreo cookie)Should I twist or dunk? (twist or dunk)C'mon, c'mon where's my glass of milk now? (where's my milk)Don't tell me that it's drunk. (don't say it's drunk)I like to eat the

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by Marc Gunn, 1993I was digging through a bunch of old lyrics and poetry I wrote from many moons ago, and I found this parody of "The Wanderer" by Dion. It was written in '93, and it's still relevant today. Times don't change that much, huh?I'm the type of guyWho's transferred all around.I never talk to one office.They forward me aroundAnd when I think I've finallyFound someone to talk to,They

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by Marc Gunn, Dec 5, 2007Every year, I visit a house near the Louisiana Renaissance Festival and spend a few weeks. In the house lives a meowy black cat named Lil' Bit. This is the same home where I fell in love with Evan Williams bourbon. The Mews... I mean Muse struck while staying there.You're standing by your car, and I don't know why you're leaving.You don't want to go. That's plain to

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by M. Spaff Sumsion, 2008Isn't it kinda funny how St. Patrick's Day is now synonymous with getting plastered on March 17th? What a shame! There's so much more to the Irish than getting drunk. Listen to the Irish and Celtic Music Podcast, and you'll know what I mean. Now in all historical honesty, St. Patrick probably did drink. Beer was often used to kill bacteria. But that doesn't mean that his

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by Marc Gunn, Oct 16, 2008I wanted a new song for my Elysium Space Madness show, and I wanted it to be about Star Trek. So I threw together this parody the night before the show. It's based on the song "A Drop of Nelson's Blood". A drop of Vulcan blood wouldn't do us any harmAnd we'll all hang on behindWe'll roll the old Enterprise along.We'll roll the old Enterprise along.We'll roll the old

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by Marc Gunn, May 30, 2007I'm not sure where my fascination with Samwise Gamgee of Lord of the Rings came from, but he is one of my favorite song subjects. He is a good-hearted loyal friend to Frodo. Without him, Frodo would never have succeeded. I recorded this song for my CD, What Color Is Your Dragon?.I never guessed the kind of trouble that was waiting for meWhen Old Bilbo took me inHe was an

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by Marc GunnI wrote this song in September, 2007. It began with a riff on the autoharp. It was raining outside, so I just singing some random lyrics into my digital recorder. Then I refined the story, re-recorded it with instrumentation and loved the danceable fun feel of the song. I added it to my CD, What Color Is Your Dragon?.Out of the rain, I came a-wanderingOut of the rain, I swayed.I was

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by traditionalI love this song! I remember when I was younger, my dad would sing this to me. I think he'd heard the Smother's Brothers perform it, and my dad loves to perform. I think he took extreme delight in singing the woman's part, and I do too. It's on my CD, What Color Is Your Dragon?.It was early last SeptemberAs near as I can rememberWhile strolling down a lane in tipsy prideNot a word

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by Marc Gunn, early 90sI wrote this song in college. It wasn't supposed to be any grand masterpiece, just a stupid, catchy song. For some strange reason, I added it to my CD, What Color Is Your Dragon?.If I were a horse and you were a mule,My heart would break all the same.I'd cry on your tail. All the while would I wailAnd refuse to eat my grain.Oh, listen to this sad story.Take head to the

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by Marc GunnThis song started with a riff on the autoharp. When i had that down, I just started writing a stream of conscience song about a girl I had a crush on. It evolved into a bluesy song that I recorded for my CD, What Color Is Your Dragon?.Sometimes my empathy is overwhelming.I feel like I can get inside your head.But there are times like last nightWhen it feels like a fightTo shade my

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by Cara ChapelIn 2007 and 2008, the Brobdingnagian Bards hosted a vacation tour of Ireland with their fans. During the first tour, we were in need of dinner on our first night of the tour. We stopped off in the only pub that still had a kitchen open. We ordered our food, and it was quite pathetic. Cara had ordered chicken that looked so tiny we joked it most be "the last chicken in dublin". I

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by Michael Donley"The Unicorn Song" was originally written by Shel Silverstein. It had a sad ending that I didn't like. So I convinced Andrew to change the ending. When the Brobdingnagian Bards recorded the song, it became one of our most-popular performances. That's when our friend Michael Donley filked it using the Lord of the Rings as the subject of his filk. I loved the parody and after many

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by Marc Gunn, July 19, 2008I've been wanting to write another Firefly song for a long time. Today, I decided there was no stopping me, and it would be a drinking song. So I flipped on Jaynestown and watched it a couple times. As I stepped out the door to go grab a bite to eat, the lyrics flooded into me. So I came home and recorded the song.(Won't you) Pour me a glassOf Monahan's Mudders

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by Diane FrostIn 2005, I received an email from a fan with lyrics parodying one of the songs performed by Brobdingnagian Bards called "The Lusty Young Smith". This one was a funny Star Wars parody called "The Lusty Young Sith". I loved the lyrics and saved them for that time in the future when I would sit down and record the parody... because that's what I do. It finally happened earlier this

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by Karen D. MitchellThe cats we find are sometimes the sweetest cats on the planet in this parody of "May Morning Dew" from my CD, Whiskers in the Jar: Irish Songs for Cat Lovers.One sunny June morning as I played in the grass,I heard a loud meowing beneath my neighbor’s house.When I peered into the darkness, my heart it pounced anew.I found the friend I'd wished for in the orange kitten's mew.I

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by Lynn McKinneyThis parody of the Scottish song "Henry Martin" tells the story of a cat who goes mousing on the high seas. It gets a little bloody when the cat finds a rat on this latest song on my CD, Whiskers in the Jar: Irish Songs for Cat Lovers.There were three cat brothers in merry Scotland;In merry Scotland there were three.And they did cast lots which of them should go, Should go, should

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by Matt McGinnThis song by Scottish songwriter, Matt McGinn, is a a classic story of an old woman and her cat. It's known in Scotland as "The Dundee Cat" and it's on my CD Whiskers in the Jar: Irish Songs for Cat Loversc.In an attic flat in Dundee town,A poor old woman spread the tale aroundThat she lived all her life in her old top flatWith no company but her old tom catFifty years in a wee top

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by Jean Prior, Nancy Pearsall, Marc GunnWhat happens when a bunch of cats hear that the dairy farm is on fire? It turn into a kitty free-for-all with cats flying from rafters and partying till the cows come home in this parody of "Old Dun Cow" from my CD, Whiskers in the Jar: Irish Songs for Cat Lovers.Some friends and I in a milkman's truckWere eating catnip one nightWhen into the truck a tomcat

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by Lynn McKinneyEver notice how cats stare off into nothingness? You can't help but wonder what they're thinking. Watch out if you try to help them decide. This parody of my song "Johnny at the Door" is on my CD Whiskers in the Jar: Irish Songs for Cat Lovers.Kitty awoke on a crisp winter morn;And looked through the door at the hill.And he mewed to mistress to show his distressAs he made his way

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by Nancy e. Pearsall, Feb 9, 2008I came up with the idea for this song over two years ago, but every time I sat down to write it, the words never came out. Then as the deadline for recording the new Irish Songs for Cat Lovers CD, I asked my friend Nancy to come write and edit a couple songs with me. The very next day, she had a bit of inspiration and wrote this song better than I ever could. This

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music by Redhill Rats, words by Peg KerrThe Redhill Rats are a Celtic folk rock group of Helsinki, Finland. I loved their song "My Father Was a Werewolf". So when I found an author who wrote a Harry Potter filk of the song, I got excited and decided to record the filk. Download the song from my Marc Songs Podcast.My father was a werewolf, a Marauder, one of fourWho joined the Order and who fought

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by Marc Gunn, November 26, 2007This song was an experiment in my Pub Songs Podcast. My goal was to write a song off the cuff. People would give me words and I would take those words and write a song. I think the words for this song were: Dr. Who, ladybug, hypernova, and mailbox. Overall, it kinda worked. I could see this episode. You can find it on my CD What Color Is Your Dragon?.I heard a loud

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by Marc Gunn & Andrew McKee, 12/17/2002Ah! What beautiful seventy-degree weather we're having. So much so, I was inspired to write a song. We recorded it on our CD "Christmas in Brobdingnag, Vol. 1".There's no white Christmas dayless you drive a white ChevroletYou won't hear sleigh bells ringingless the Salvation Army is Santa-ingIn your...Christmas time in Texas.And if you feel the holiday blues

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by Marc Gunn, July 10, 2004Falling in love is a funny thing. It's often not very rational. You just fall. Even if you shouldn't. I recorded it for my non-typical love songs CD A Tribute to Love.They call me crazyFor falling in love with you.I know I'm hastyBut I can't waste another sunsetOr I'll be upsetWithout you,Without you.The blush in your cheeksIs like the sun's reddish streaksThe way you

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words and music traditionalI learned this song from my dad. These are the lyrics he used to sing to me as a kid. It was always a favorite song, which is why I recorded for my CD, "A Tribute to Love". Frogg went a-courtin' and he did go, uh-huhFrogg went a-courtin' and he did go, uh-huhFrogg went a-courtin' and he did goTo the Coconut Grove for a midnight show,Uh-huh un-huh un-huhFroggie sauntered

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