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Lyrics of my new song What to Say
tag:worldofwiffledust.com,2011-09-24:2870411:BlogPost:78230
2011-09-24T03:00:00.000Z
Sherry Somach
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<p>What to say<br></br>Words held at bay<br></br>How can I fully express<br></br>The things that are causing distress<br></br>Of earthquakes and hurricanes, nonstop rain<br></br>Wondering if we’ll ever be sane<br></br>Or are we in for just more pain?</p>
<p>What to say<br></br>Words held at bay<br></br>Images mangled, held back in fear<br></br>Wondering what is keeping me here<br></br>With needless wars and political oppression<br></br>Knowing we are headed towards…</p>
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<p>What to say<br>Words held at bay<br>How can I fully express<br>The things that are causing distress<br>Of earthquakes and hurricanes, nonstop rain<br>Wondering if we’ll ever be sane<br>Or are we in for just more pain?</p>
<p>What to say<br>Words held at bay<br>Images mangled, held back in fear<br>Wondering what is keeping me here<br>With needless wars and political oppression<br>Knowing we are headed towards regression<br>And no appeasement with confession</p>
<p>Bridge<br>Maybe you have the words to say<br>To make me want to seize the day<br>To be a part of the farce of this cosmic play<br>To give me a reason why I should stay</p>
<p>What to say<br>Words held at bay<br>Don’t know exactly how to sway<br>What’s locked inside of my hideaway<br>Of sun dappled days and passionate nights<br>Where everyone cares and nobody fights<br>Will somebody ever turn on the light?</p>
<p>Won't somebody please turn on the light?</p>
<p>Sherry Somach c 2011</p>
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You're IN Love
tag:worldofwiffledust.com,2011-03-09:2870411:BlogPost:40330
2011-03-09T21:46:21.000Z
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<p>This is the one I want to enter for contest</p>
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<p>You’re in Love <br></br>Words and Music Sherry Somach <br></br>Well, hello <br></br>Been such a long time <br></br>How are you? <br></br>Who’s your friend? <br></br>Pretty and special, I’m sure <br></br>Is she someone new? <br></br><br></br>Old memories <br></br>Heart skips a beat <br></br>Hope starts to rise…. <br></br>‘Till I look into your eyes <br></br><br></br>Chorus <br></br>You’re in love, I know <br></br>When you look at her, you glow <br></br>I’m in pain, can’t you see? <br></br>Cause that’s…</p>
<p>This is the one I want to enter for contest</p>
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<p>You’re in Love <br/>Words and Music Sherry Somach <br/>Well, hello <br/>Been such a long time <br/>How are you? <br/>Who’s your friend? <br/>Pretty and special, I’m sure <br/>Is she someone new? <br/><br/>Old memories <br/>Heart skips a beat <br/>Hope starts to rise…. <br/>‘Till I look into your eyes <br/><br/>Chorus <br/>You’re in love, I know <br/>When you look at her, you glow <br/>I’m in pain, can’t you see? <br/>Cause that’s the way you used to look at me… <br/>When we were one <br/>And you were mine <br/>And we were planning for all time <br/><br/>You look great <br/>Love agrees, it there’s wedding bells <br/>Please Invite me <br/>It’s been good to reminisce <br/>I wish you lots of happiness <br/><br/>I turn around <br/>To hide the tears <br/>My hopes ran dry <br/>When I looked into your eyes <br/>Chorus <br/>Instrumental Interlude <br/>Chorus <br/>You’re in love, I know <br/>When you look at her, you glow <br/>I’m in pain, can’t you see? <br/>Cause that’s the way you used to look at me.. <br/>Before the lies <br/>Before I strayed <br/>And threw it all away. <br/>And threw it all away ….</p>
Lyrics for Mad Gypsy Woman
tag:worldofwiffledust.com,2011-03-01:2870411:BlogPost:38786
2011-03-01T16:22:24.000Z
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<p>I just entered this for contest. Wrote it a few weeks ago.</p>
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<p>Mad Gypsy Woman <br></br>1) You stole my heart <br></br>And ran off like a petty thief <br></br>You tossed it carelessly <br></br>Like it was a piece of tainted beef <br></br><br></br>2) You burned my eyes <br></br>When you stared into them with desire <br></br>Still I can see your swarthy face <br></br>Through the images of searing fire <br></br>Chorus <br></br>If I could find you I would wrap my arms around you <br></br>Then choke you half to death…</p>
<p>I just entered this for contest. Wrote it a few weeks ago.</p>
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<p>Mad Gypsy Woman <br/>1) You stole my heart <br/>And ran off like a petty thief <br/>You tossed it carelessly <br/>Like it was a piece of tainted beef <br/><br/>2) You burned my eyes <br/>When you stared into them with desire <br/>Still I can see your swarthy face <br/>Through the images of searing fire <br/>Chorus <br/>If I could find you I would wrap my arms around you <br/>Then choke you half to death <br/>If I could be a vampire just for a few nights <br/>I’d sink my fangs into your neck <br/>Bridge <br/>I love you <br/>I hate you <br/>Both of them are true <br/>Your touch is my weakness <br/>And it’s my poison, too <br/><br/>3) You warped my mind <br/>When you told me lies that I believed <br/>My brain’s Swiss cheese <br/>What a fool I was to be deceived <br/><br/><br/><br/>4) You took the sun <br/>And left me howling at the moon <br/>You swiped my smile <br/>Now I’m crying like a crazy loon <br/>Chorus <br/>5) You crushed my will <br/>And left me begging like a dog <br/>Take back your bone <br/>The veil is lifting from this fog <br/><br/>6) I’ll torch you house <br/>So you never can come home again <br/>I’ll have a child <br/>And make sure it’s with your best friend <br/><br/>Chorus <br/><br/>Tag <br/>And my Gypsy King, if you are reading this <br/>Every word I say is true <br/>I’ll meet you when the moon is full <br/>At our secret rendezvous <br/><br/>©Sherrry Somach <br/>Feb. 2011</p>
Lyrics to Waiting for Spring
tag:worldofwiffledust.com,2011-02-25:2870411:BlogPost:37998
2011-02-25T01:22:53.000Z
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<p>This is a catchy littly ditty that one of my online singer/songwriters put to music. I Uploaded the music.</p>
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<p>Waiting for Spring<br></br>1) I<br></br>I am<br></br>I am waiting<br></br>I am waiting for the beauty of Spring<br></br><br></br>2) I<br></br>I am<br></br>I am listening<br></br>I am listening for the robins to sing<br></br><br></br>Chorus<br></br>Wanna shed my coat<br></br>Wanna walk in the dark<br></br>Wanna hear the sounds of the ice cream man<br></br>Wanna thaw my heart<br></br>Wanna see…</p>
<p>This is a catchy littly ditty that one of my online singer/songwriters put to music. I Uploaded the music.</p>
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<p>Waiting for Spring<br/>1) I<br/>I am<br/>I am waiting<br/>I am waiting for the beauty of Spring<br/><br/>2) I<br/>I am<br/>I am listening<br/>I am listening for the robins to sing<br/><br/>Chorus<br/>Wanna shed my coat<br/>Wanna walk in the dark<br/>Wanna hear the sounds of the ice cream man<br/>Wanna thaw my heart<br/>Wanna see daffodils<br/>Wanna catch some sun and work on my tan<br/><br/>3) .I <br/>I am<br/>I am tired<br/>I am tired of being so cold<br/><br/>4). I<br/>I am<br/>I am feeling<br/>I am feeling so lonely on hold<br/><br/>Chorus<br/>Wanna shed my coat<br/>Wanna walk in the dark<br/>Wanna hear the song of the ice cream man<br/>Wanna thaw my heart<br/>Wanna see daffodils<br/>Wanna catch some sun and work on my tan<br/><br/>Tag<br/>Waiting for Spring<br/>Waiting for Spring<br/>Waiting for Spring<br/>Waiting for Spring<br/><br/>©Sherry Somach Feb 2011</p>
Coffee with Qadaffi
tag:worldofwiffledust.com,2011-02-24:2870411:BlogPost:38089
2011-02-24T16:03:56.000Z
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<p>Coffee with Qadaffi <br></br><br></br>(M elodramatic and world weary )</p>
<p><br></br>My life is so boring; there is nothing left undone <br></br>Everything is la de da and just so damn hum drum <br></br>Though I’ve been to gay Paree and seen the wonders of the world <br></br>Sometimes I want to take off on the run….or get a gun <br></br><br></br>Bridge <br></br>Because my life is stinkin’ <br></br>I have done some thinkin’ <br></br>Gonna hop an airplane; here’s what I’m gonna do: <br></br><br></br>(This part, time to swing it!) <br></br>1) I’ll…</p>
<p>Coffee with Qadaffi <br/><br/>(M elodramatic and world weary )</p>
<p><br/>My life is so boring; there is nothing left undone <br/>Everything is la de da and just so damn hum drum <br/>Though I’ve been to gay Paree and seen the wonders of the world <br/>Sometimes I want to take off on the run….or get a gun <br/><br/>Bridge <br/>Because my life is stinkin’ <br/>I have done some thinkin’ <br/>Gonna hop an airplane; here’s what I’m gonna do: <br/><br/>(This part, time to swing it!) <br/>1) I’ll have some coffee with Qadaffi <br/>Hit the sack with Mubarack <br/>Get good and high with Karzai <br/>I’m not worried ‘bout attack <br/><br/>2) Amadinejad might not be so bad <br/>Cut Osama’s beard; I know it’s weird <br/>Never met Hussein and it’s a shame <br/>Can’t imagine why these men are feared</p>
<p>Bridge <br/>Because my life is stinkin’ <br/>I have done some thinkin’ <br/>Gonna hop an airplane; here’s what I’m gonna do: <br/><br/>(Swing it) <br/>3) I take a trip to the Gaza Strip <br/>And I’ll get good and tanked <br/>I’ll have pita and hummus with Hamas <br/>I hope that they aren’t cranks <br/><br/>4) Please don’t rain when I’m in Bahrain <br/>I’m bound to find some action there <br/>The Moroccan students gave up revolt <br/>Oh how can they be so square? <br/><br/>Brrrring: Time to wake up! <br/><br/>(Melodramatic and world weary) <br/>My life is so boring; there is nothing left undone <br/>Everything is la de da and just so damn hum drum <br/>Though I’ve been to gay Paree and seen the wonders of the world <br/>Sometimes I want to take off on the run….or get a gun</p>
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<p><br/>©Sherry Somach Feb. 2011 Don't have music yet, but musical direction is indicated.</p>
<p>With all the horror in the Middle East right now, I had to write one with a little humor</p>
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Indulgences
tag:worldofwiffledust.com,2011-02-10:2870411:BlogPost:36225
2011-02-10T03:06:28.000Z
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<p>Indulgences <br></br><br></br>Brownies éclairs chocolate ice-cream <br></br>Massage facial steam room mist <br></br>Brazil Samba Salsa Tango <br></br>Lobster pot wine kiss <br></br><br></br>Meringue Marengo Marimba martini <br></br>Ocean waves bikini sun <br></br>Snap jazz blues Bossa Nova <br></br>Rainbows blue sky fun <br></br><br></br>Saturation <br></br>Mystification <br></br>Inclination <br></br>Vacation <br></br><br></br>Passion Fruit incense fragrance <br></br>Sandals scandals bandits books <br></br>Eyes smile arms embrace <br></br>Mountains nature antique nooks…</p>
<p>Indulgences <br/><br/>Brownies éclairs chocolate ice-cream <br/>Massage facial steam room mist <br/>Brazil Samba Salsa Tango <br/>Lobster pot wine kiss <br/><br/>Meringue Marengo Marimba martini <br/>Ocean waves bikini sun <br/>Snap jazz blues Bossa Nova <br/>Rainbows blue sky fun <br/><br/>Saturation <br/>Mystification <br/>Inclination <br/>Vacation <br/><br/>Passion Fruit incense fragrance <br/>Sandals scandals bandits books <br/>Eyes smile arms embrace <br/>Mountains nature antique nooks <br/><br/>© Sherry Somach Feb 2011 Here is my latest song. I am up to 7, but only have written music for one of them, which I hope to do a YouTube thing. Maybe Stephen D can help me.</p>
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<p>Anyway, this one would only be spoken word. The challenge was to write a song using either all verbs or all nouns. I chose nouns. Some words may seem to describe other words( intentional), but they all stand on their own as nouns</p>
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Song; Don't Let It Snow Blues
tag:worldofwiffledust.com,2011-02-04:2870411:BlogPost:35455
2011-02-04T19:15:48.000Z
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<p><b>Don't Let It Snow Blues</b></p>
<p>1) Punxatawny Phil didn’t see his shadow</p>
<p>So he predicted an early spring</p>
<p>Been freezing and snowing since last December</p>
<p>That groundhog doesn’t know a thing</p>
<p><b>Chorus</b></p>
<p>I shovel on Sunday, but more falls on Monday</p>
<p>When will this misery end?</p>
<p>We get a break for a day or two</p>
<p>Then the snow starts falling again</p>
<p>2) The Farmer’s Almanac used to be on target</p>
<p>And I believed what I…</p>
<p><b>Don't Let It Snow Blues</b></p>
<p>1) Punxatawny Phil didn’t see his shadow</p>
<p>So he predicted an early spring</p>
<p>Been freezing and snowing since last December</p>
<p>That groundhog doesn’t know a thing</p>
<p><b>Chorus</b></p>
<p>I shovel on Sunday, but more falls on Monday</p>
<p>When will this misery end?</p>
<p>We get a break for a day or two</p>
<p>Then the snow starts falling again</p>
<p>2) The Farmer’s Almanac used to be on target</p>
<p>And I believed what I read</p>
<p>This year they predicted cold with little snowfall</p>
<p>Like a fool I believed what they said</p>
<p>Chorus</p>
<p>I shovel on Sunday, but more falls on Monday</p>
<p>When will this misery end?</p>
<p>We get a break for a day or two</p>
<p>Then the snow starts falling again</p>
<p><b>Bridge</b></p>
<p><b>T</b>he snow keeps falling</p>
<p>The plows keep plowing</p>
<p>My patience is wearing thin</p>
<p>I pay to get shoveled</p>
<p>Think I’m out of trouble</p>
<p>Till a Humvee blocks me in</p>
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<p>3) We’ve had 6 snowstorms since December</p>
<p>And snow season’s just begun</p>
<p>We lost a 100 year Japanese Maple</p>
<p>Cause the snow must have weighed a ton</p>
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<p>4) Here in the city of Brotherly Love</p>
<p>Neighbor helps neighbor dig out</p>
<p>But after so many snowstorms</p>
<p>Everyone’s wearing a pout</p>
<p><b>Chorus</b></p>
<p>I shovel on Sunday, but more falls on Monday</p>
<p>When will this misery end?</p>
<p>We get a break for a day or two</p>
<p>Then the snow starts falling again</p>
<p>The snow stats falling again</p>
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<p>Sherry Somach Feb 3, 2011</p>
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A har har heart attack......Ya gotta have heart!
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2010-09-24T03:30:00.000Z
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Sometimes you CAN go home again..story of my magical high school reunion.
tag:worldofwiffledust.com,2010-05-25:2870411:BlogPost:9862
2010-05-25T20:07:22.000Z
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<p>I wrote this as a memory of my reunion. It is fairly long.</p>
<p>Lisa suggested I blog it, so here goes!</p>
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<p>I wrote this as a memory of my reunion. It is fairly long.</p>
<p>Lisa suggested I blog it, so here goes!</p>
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<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="3">I recently wrote a song called “Let Sleeping Icons Lie”</font></span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.5pt" lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="3">It is a bitter sweet song about revisiting old relationships I had held in my heart as iconic precious memories. These reunions ultimately ended in sadness, disappointment, and reality that left a hole in my heart. The final verse to that song is:</font></span></p>
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<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.5pt" lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="3">Let sleeping Icons lie <br/>Time travel is too much to bear <br/> Have pity on the fools who try </font></span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.5pt" lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="3">Only you know what awaits them there </font></span></p>
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<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN" xml:lang="EN">Oh how I wished that I had kept them as fond memories, and not looked under that rock and awakened the beast. <br/><br/>As my milestone high school reunion drew near I had teetered on the fence for several months. Why would I want to subject myself to disappointment yet again? Had I not learned you can’t revisit the past without bearing the consequences?</span></font></p>
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<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.5pt" lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="3">A few things happened that made me have a change of heart. I looked at the list of people in my class who had died, and also I had recently lost some friends who were currently a part of my life, and who were younger than I. It was also a pinnacle reunion. So many years had gone by…so much life lived. As it will most likely be the last reunion, how could I not go? 50 years. Mind-blowing!</font></span></p>
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<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.5pt" lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="3">Finally I got an email from a classmate that said “Pleeeeeease come to the reunion”. That tipped the balance for me.</font></span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.5pt" lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="3">Just as I decided to go, another of my classmates from early childhood decided to go too. She is an actress and International storyteller, and had the same trepidation as I did. We had both made our decision to go to the reunion around the same time. We got the last available room at the hotel, and knew it was meant to be.</font></span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.5pt" lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="3">It was also ironic because 25 years ago she and I were sitting 180 degrees from each other listening to an Indian Medicine Man named Sun Bear. I heard someone say her first name, and although I hadn’t seem her since we were 17, I knew who she was. After I told her who I was, she told me our 25<sup>th</sup> reunion was in a few weeks. I had no idea, because I was not in touch with any of my former classmates when I left school. We decided to go. My mother was still living in Pittsburgh, where we went to school, so I told her we could both stay at my mother’s house. We went to the reunion and enjoyed it, but when it was over, no one really stayed in touch. A lot of it was listening to people brag about what they had done, their families, etc. Everyone went back to life as usual. It wasn’t until Facebook that I reconnected with her and a few other people.</font></span></p>
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<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.5pt" lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="3">As soon as I made my decision to go, I got out a photo I had from 2<sup>nd</sup> grade. I recognized half of the faces, and listed names according to rows. I emailed the photo to those people I recognized, and who were going to the reunion, and asked for corrections, and filling in blanks of people I didn’t remember. It became a mission for me.</font></span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.5pt" lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="3">By the time I was ready to go to the reunion, all but one name was identified.</font></span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.5pt" lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="3">I also grabbed a picture of the house where I grew up, dated Sept., 1951.</font></span></p>
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<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.5pt" lang="EN" xml:lang="EN">When I arrived at the hotel, the magic began. Several people from that picture were in the lobby checking in at the same time.( My high school class was comprised of several grade schools and numbered close to 600 students). I showed the picture with all the names to some people who were in that class. I told them I wanted to take a picture of us as we are today of those of us from that picture who were attending the reunion. There were 16 out of 32! Everyone thought it was a great idea, but no one thought it could be done.</span></font></p>
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<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.5pt" lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="3">That night many people came to the hotel to hang out and see who was there.</font></span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.5pt" lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="3">In high school there were cliques based on various social strata such as sports, money, where you lived, etc. I never felt part of any group. I had no idea what to expect. It seems that time and age are equalizers. From the most popular to the geekiest nerd, from the most brilliant M.I.T. professor to the person who raised a family and just enjoyed family life….it didn’t matter. We were all so glad to be alive and to see each other. It seems that when you recognize a face from your childhood or teenage years, there is a deep bond to the cellular level. We were all part of something at the same time in the same place all those years ago, and that is all that mattered. Some stories were told that cleared up puzzles. Some forgotten memories evoked. No one had anything to prove. We were just there hanging out and enjoying each other…..and laughing when we would focus on someone and recognize each other.</font></span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.5pt" lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="3">People had seen me come in with my guitar. At the end of the first night they wanted to hear me play, so I did. Since I was a non participator in school, it was fun to share a piece of my spirit.</font></span></p>
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<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.5pt" lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="3">The following day, my friend (that had stayed at my old house for the last reunion) and I set off to cruise the old neighborhood. I asked her if she would mind stopping at my old house…the one where we had stayed for our 25<sup>th</sup>. She was up for it.</font></span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.5pt" lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="3">I had picture in hand and rang the doorbell. I had dreamed of doing this. I had many dreams of that house over the years. Dreams where I spoke with my parents after they had passed away. I had no idea of what reception I would get. The man who answered the door said he was busy. I whipped out the picture and showed it to him, telling him I had lived there, and that the picture was from more than 50 years ago. We were immediately invited in, and met his wife and darling son, who had just won an award in Karate. I was given a tour, and told him about a stairway that no longer existed, and some other differences. The basic integrity of the house was the same, but the bathroom and kitchen were remodeled and a small store room gone.</font></span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.5pt" lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="3">The original brick fireplace was still there, as was the stained glass window.</font></span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.5pt" lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="3">I knew exactly how the rooms would be laid out. I went into my old bedroom, which was now the child’s. He was so excited to know that was my bedroom.</font></span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.5pt" lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="3">We sat on the sofa eating chocolate mousse, looking through the same archway that led to the dining room. Then I sat our on the front porch looking out at basically the same houses on my street. All of the houses were recognizable!</font></span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.5pt" lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="3">They took pictures of me, and I promised them I would send the some of the old pictures. I told them I was so happy that such lovely people were living in “my house” It felt so great to be in that house again.</font></span></p>
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<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.5pt" lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="3">Some of my classmates went to the high school, which is called Taylor Allderdice, in Squirrel Hill section of Pittsburgh. I had no interest, because I knew it would not be as I remembered it. The interesting thing is now there is only one entrance, and security cameras everywhere. They check for weapons, drugs, etc.I did get to see some pictures, and I think it would have saddened me to go there. What a safe time it was when I went there. The most dangerous thing that went on was kids smoking cigarettes by the “smokestack” in the courtyard. The most daring thing that kids did was to cut class….or drag race!</font></span></p>
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<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.5pt" lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="3">I got to see the rest of my classmates that evening at the country club. There was a reception and dinner. They had a DJ playing old songs. Some people danced, but most just caught up with each other, cameras flashing everywhere. Voices and swells of laughter filled the room.</font></span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.5pt" lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="3">It was at this point I decided to fulfill my mission. Since I had talked to the 15 or 16 people from that 2<sup>nd</sup> grade picture, they knew who was in the picture. One of them said, “Great idea, but I doubt you can pull it off”. “Watch me”, I said.</font></span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.5pt" lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="3">I walked up to the DJ and told him I wanted to make an announcement.</font></span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.5pt" lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="3">I had lined up a professional photographer with a camera lens the size of Kansas. He was the husband of one of my classmates, and all for it.</font></span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.5pt" lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="3">The DJ stopped the music, and I announced that we were going to take a picture of the people who were in that 2nd grade photo. Everyone rushed out to the lobby, including some wannabees that weren't in the picture. It was hilarious. We were like royalty. Many people came out to check out the scene and take their own photos of this event.</font></span></p>
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<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.5pt" lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="3">The next morning many of us had breakfast at the hotel and said our goodbyes.</font></span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.5pt" lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="3">At the end I was asked to do a few sing-a-longs, which I did. It was a wonderful way to end a magical weekend.</font></span></p>
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<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.5pt" lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="3">Will I see these people again? Who knows. Will I remember all their names when I look at pictures in the future? Who cares!</font></span></p>
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Song I wrote for Dan Kleiman
tag:worldofwiffledust.com,2010-03-11:2870411:BlogPost:6620
2010-03-11T15:00:00.000Z
Sherry Somach
http://worldofwiffledust.com/profile/SherrySomach
<p>Those of you in Philly probably knew or heard of Dan Kleiman. He was an amazing keyboardist, composer, and arranger. He was in a group called Siora, with Phyllis Chapell as the vocalist.</p>
<p>He had recently been given a commission to compose a choral piece to be performed at the Vatican. Many commissions were coming to him.</p>
<p>He also played on and arranged my CD and the Christmas song I had posted here.</p>
<p>I could go on and on....but Dan passed away on Feb 22nd....one day before…</p>
<p>Those of you in Philly probably knew or heard of Dan Kleiman. He was an amazing keyboardist, composer, and arranger. He was in a group called Siora, with Phyllis Chapell as the vocalist.</p>
<p>He had recently been given a commission to compose a choral piece to be performed at the Vatican. Many commissions were coming to him.</p>
<p>He also played on and arranged my CD and the Christmas song I had posted here.</p>
<p>I could go on and on....but Dan passed away on Feb 22nd....one day before his first vacation in 10 years. He was going to Yucantan Peninsula...to Tulum. One of the last things he wrote in Facebook status was "Dreaming of Tulum...."</p>
<p>It happened so quickly and out of nowhere. We are all still stunned and saddened.</p>
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<p>I wrote this song as my way of dealing with it.</p>
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<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyText"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><font color="#000000">For Dan: Dreaming of Tulum <br/><br/>1) Why did you leave in the dead of winter? Dm Am<br/>Didn't you believe that spring would come? Bb7 A7<br/>Did you run out of patience or was it time to go Gm Am Gm A7<br/>To your dreams of Tulum and the ever-warming sun? Gm Bb7 A7<br/><br/>2) Couldn’t you hold on a little longer? Dm Am<br/>You took a leap of faith; you were poised to fly Bb7 A7<br/>All the stars were aligned to grant your every wish Gm Am Gm A7<br/>Did they need your light, shining in the sky? Gm A7 (D7)<br/>Chorus <br/>You have gone beyond World Music Bb6</font></span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt">Now you’re playing in the spheres Dm</span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt">In a place with no worries Gm</span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt">No more pain and no more fears Dm</span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><br/>Are you composing new songs Bb6</span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt">for a languished angel choir? Dm<br/>Did they need your inspiration Gm<br/>to re-ignite their fire? A7<br/><br/>3) Your Earthly vessel couldn’t house your spirit Dm Am<br/>You burst from your cocoon so you could soar Bb7 A7<br/>We’re grateful for the music you that you gave to us Gm Am Gm A7 <br/>Your gifts will keep on living and giving ever more Gm A7 (D7)<br/><br/>Chorus <br/>You have gone beyond World Music Bb6</span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt">Now you’re playing in the spheres Dm</span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt">In a place with no worries Gm</span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt">No more pain and no more fears Dm</span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><br/>Are you composing new songs Bb6</span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt">for a languished angel choir? Dm<br/>Did they need your inspiration Gm<br/>to re-ignite their fire? A7 A7+<br/>Tag<br/>Maybe in our dreams we will be with you Gm Am Gm A7<br/>Blissful in Tulum in the ever- warming sun Gm A7<br/>Blissful in Tulum in the ever- warming sun Gm B7 A7 Dm<br/><br/><br/>Sherry Somach c.2010</span></p>
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The Mad Hater's Tea Party
tag:worldofwiffledust.com,2010-02-22:2870411:BlogPost:5820
2010-02-22T04:40:48.000Z
Sherry Somach
http://worldofwiffledust.com/profile/SherrySomach
<p>This started as gibberish just for fun. Turned out to be satirical.</p>
<p>Enjoy...I hope</p>
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<p>The Mad Hater's Tea Party<br></br><br></br>Would you like to come to my tea party?<br></br>I’m serving folderol and mashed malarkey<br></br>Heaps of frippery and frothy flummery<br></br>Do you think that this is dumb of me?<br></br><br></br>There’ll be lots of frivolity at my tea party<br></br>Sliced and diced on beds of triviality<br></br>Petty petit fours and arguing S’mores<br></br>And nobody doesn’t like Sarah Lee…oops, I…</p>
<p>This started as gibberish just for fun. Turned out to be satirical.</p>
<p>Enjoy...I hope</p>
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<p>The Mad Hater's Tea Party<br/><br/>Would you like to come to my tea party?<br/>I’m serving folderol and mashed malarkey<br/>Heaps of frippery and frothy flummery<br/>Do you think that this is dumb of me?<br/><br/>There’ll be lots of frivolity at my tea party<br/>Sliced and diced on beds of triviality<br/>Petty petit fours and arguing S’mores<br/>And nobody doesn’t like Sarah Lee…oops, I mean SP<br/>Bridge<br/>The King of Gold is mad as a hatter<br/>As he blithers and he blathers<br/>There will gibbering and jabbering<br/>With a side of back stabbering<br/>Then I’ll add a dash of incoherent babbling<br/><br/>Though this party’s gonna cost a lot of loot<br/>You’ll get a Rush with some tasty eye of Newt<br/>Lots of sautéed blame, enough for one and all<br/>Have a plate of trifle, and pile on lots of gall <br/><br/>Would you like to come to my tea party?<br/>I’m serving folderol and mashed malarkey<br/>Heaps of frippery and frothy flummery<br/>Do you think that this is dumb of me?<br/><br/>Well, beeble babble booble, and strike up the band<br/>I don’t read tea leaves; I just read my hand <br/><br/><br/>Sherry Somach c 2009</p>
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Let Sleeping Icons Lie
tag:worldofwiffledust.com,2010-02-16:2870411:BlogPost:5665
2010-02-16T03:34:13.000Z
Sherry Somach
http://worldofwiffledust.com/profile/SherrySomach
<p>I posted this as a poem and submitted it here on Wiffledust. I then decided to turn it into a song. It is not a finished product by a long shot, but I am doing this here as part of sharing my process.</p>
<p>Here are revised lyrics for the song. The song is on my page</p>
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<p>I posted this as a poem and submitted it here on Wiffledust. I then decided to turn it into a song. It is not a finished product by a long shot, but I am doing this here as part of sharing my process.</p>
<p>Here are revised lyrics for the song. The song is on my page</p>
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<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyText"><span lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="5"><font color="#000000">Let Sleeping Icons Lie <br/><br/>1) Let sleeping Icons lie. </font></font></span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyText"><span lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="5"><font color="#000000">Don't even whisper past their grave </font></font></span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyText"><span lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="5"><font color="#000000">It’s the ugly truth you might awake </font></font></span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyText"><span lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="5"><font color="#000000">Though it stirs the memories you crave </font></font></span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyText"><span lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><br/><font color="#000000" size="5">2)Let sleeping Icons lie</font></span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyText"><span lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="5"><font color="#000000">For just a moment they seem real <br/>But the patina has dulled their glow <br/>It’s a heart of stone that you will feel </font></font></span></p>
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<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyText"><span lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="5"><font color="#000000">Let sleeping Icons lie <br/>Send joys of yesterday in flight <br/>They were meant to keep you safe and warm <br/>On a cold and lonely winters night <br/><br/>3)Let sleeping Icons lie <br/>If you lift a rock for just a peek, <br/>A deadly scorpion might spring forth: <br/>Is this the poison that you seek? </font></font></span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyText"><span lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><br/><font color="#000000" size="5">4)Let sleeping Icons lie <br/>If you reach out for yesterday, <br/>There’s nothing you can hold onto. <br/>Be in touch with yourself today</font></span></p>
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<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyText"><span lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font color="#000000" size="5">Bridge</font></span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyText"><span lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="5"><font color="#000000">Let sleeping Icons lie <br/>Send joys of yesterday in flight <br/>They were meant to keep you safe and warm <br/>On a cold and lonely winters night </font></font></span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyText"><span lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><br/> <font size="5"><font color="#000000">Let sleeping Icons lie <br/>Time travel is too much to bear <br/> Have pity on the fools who try </font></font></span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyText"><span lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font size="5"><font color="#000000">Only you know what awaits them there </font></font></span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyText"><span lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><br/><font color="#000000" size="5">Let sleeping Icons lie <br/>Let sleeping Icons lie</font></span></p>
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<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"><font color="#000000">Sherry Somach c2009</font></span></p>
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21 Century Sane
tag:worldofwiffledust.com,2010-02-12:2870411:BlogPost:5619
2010-02-12T17:45:29.000Z
Sherry Somach
http://worldofwiffledust.com/profile/SherrySomach
<p>I do find myself loving technology, but savoring old fashioned pleasures like real face time with friends, hand written letters, and the like.<br></br>Sometime I feel like we ( I will speak for myself) have just accepted the madness of these times as normal. I decided it is the new 21st Century sane.<br></br>Up for collaboration if someone comes up with music</p>
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<p>The New 21st Century Sane<br></br><br></br>I’m a canary and I like to tweet<br></br>But I shy away from twittering<br></br>I’ll throw…</p>
<p>I do find myself loving technology, but savoring old fashioned pleasures like real face time with friends, hand written letters, and the like.<br/>Sometime I feel like we ( I will speak for myself) have just accepted the madness of these times as normal. I decided it is the new 21st Century sane.<br/>Up for collaboration if someone comes up with music</p>
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<p>The New 21st Century Sane<br/><br/>I’m a canary and I like to tweet<br/>But I shy away from twittering<br/>I’ll throw a banana peel in the woods<br/>But you’ll never catch me littering<br/><br/>I am part of many social networks<br/>But spend a lot of time alone<br/>Got bored long ago with text messaging<br/>I’d much rather pick up a phone<br/><br/>I’m a prehistoric relic,<br/>With a futuristic brain<br/>I keep one foot in the past<br/>As I leap into to future<br/>The new 21st century sane<br/><br/>I’m madly in love with my GPS<br/>But I always print out a map<br/>I try all the latest miracle cures<br/>Though I know it’s money trap<br/><br/>I’m fascinated with the Kindle<br/>But I like turning pages in a book<br/>My iphone apps are very smart<br/>But they don’t know how to cook <br/><br/>I’m a prehistoric relic,<br/>With a futuristic brain<br/>I keep one foot in the past<br/>As I leap into to future<br/>The new 21st Century sane<br/><br/>Sherry Somach c. 2010</p>
Blowing and Drifting
tag:worldofwiffledust.com,2010-02-10:2870411:BlogPost:5595
2010-02-10T16:58:37.000Z
Sherry Somach
http://worldofwiffledust.com/profile/SherrySomach
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<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">Yesterday I watched Weatherman Jim Kosek in Baltimore:</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">Here was his rant:</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">Oh boy</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">14 to 22 inches of snow</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">Oh boy</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">Paralyzing, crippling, record breaking snow</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">Road closures, power outages, black ice ,flight cancellations</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">He had a meltdown( of course the snow didn't melt :-)</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">So as a cathartic exercise in my Febrruary writing project, I wrote this son/poem about</font> <font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">how snow predictions have changed</font></p>
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<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">Blowing and drifting</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">Drifting and blowing</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">The white stuff is falling</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">Yes, it is snowing</font></p>
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<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">When I was a young girl</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">And heard it would snow</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">I put my sled by the front door</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">But the flakes didn’t show</font></p>
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<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">The weatherman told us</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">And I had prayed he was right</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">I had visions of snowflakes</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">Hoped they’d pile up that night</font></p>
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<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">I threw open the curtains to see the snow</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">But there was nary a flurry</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">Seems the major storm passed us by</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">With a frown, off to school in a hurry</font></p>
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<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">Blowing and drifting</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">Drifting and blowing</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">The white stuff is falling</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">Yes, it is snowing</font></p>
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<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">When I got started skiing</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">I prayed for a storm</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">I envisioned a ski lodge</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">All toasty and warm</font></p>
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<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">I looked out the window</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">Called the weatherman a jerk</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">There would be no snow day</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">So I went off to work</font></p>
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<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">Blowing and drifting</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">Drifting and blowing</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">The white stuff is falling</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">Yes, it is snowing</font></p>
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<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">Now they predict accurately</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">When and where snow will land</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">18 to 22 inches they say,</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">A blizzard warning is at hand</font></p>
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<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">I shovel on Sunday, but more falls on Monday</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">When will this misery end?</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">We get a break for a day or two</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">Then the snow starts falling again</font></p>
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<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">Drifting and blowing</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">The white stuff is falling</font></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000000" size="3" face="Times New Roman">Yes, it is snowing…..again</font></p>
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Song assignment to write from perspective of inanimate object
tag:worldofwiffledust.com,2010-02-09:2870411:BlogPost:5587
2010-02-09T16:52:45.000Z
Sherry Somach
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<p>Let me know if you figure it out.</p>
<p>Don't have a clue about music for it. Maybe spoken word funk....hmmmmm, I'm thinking Stephen :-)</p>
<p>That being said, here it is</p>
<p>Excuse any sexist implication. This was done in fun!</p>
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<p>Being Number 2<br></br><br></br>Ouch! Quit pushing. Do you think that I’ll work faster?<br></br>Hey! Lighten up. Can’t you just go with the flow?<br></br>Bungle! I’ll clean it. Don’t mind helping you communicate<br></br>Sometimes I think that you don’t know which way…</p>
<p>Let me know if you figure it out.</p>
<p>Don't have a clue about music for it. Maybe spoken word funk....hmmmmm, I'm thinking Stephen :-)</p>
<p>That being said, here it is</p>
<p>Excuse any sexist implication. This was done in fun!</p>
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<p>Being Number 2<br/><br/>Ouch! Quit pushing. Do you think that I’ll work faster?<br/>Hey! Lighten up. Can’t you just go with the flow?<br/>Bungle! I’ll clean it. Don’t mind helping you communicate<br/>Sometimes I think that you don’t know which way is up<br/><br/>Man! Hands are freezing. Be careful when you touch me, big guy<br/>Listen! You’re messy. I’m getting tired of doing your dirty work<br/>Yowl! These aren’t love bites. I’ll warn the others how you treat me<br/>Sometimes I think that you don’t know which way is up<br/><br/>You are chipping away my essence<br/>You keep on wearing me down<br/>I used to be so sharp and stood up proud<br/>Now you’ve got me spinning around<br/><br/>Sure! Forget me. Go ahead and do your disappearing act<br/>Hmmff! So man-like. Put me in one of your little compartments<br/>What! Discard me? Have you never heard of loyalty?<br/>Sometimes I think that you don’t know which way is up<br/><br/>But, after all is said and done<br/>No one has touched me the way you do<br/>But you went and picked up a ballpoint pen<br/>Hell, I never cared too much about being number 2.<br/><br/>Sherry Somach c.2010</p>
2009 12 Days of Christmas
tag:worldofwiffledust.com,2009-12-26:2870411:BlogPost:4582
2009-12-26T20:14:50.000Z
Sherry Somach
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Every year since 1985 I have been writig a parody of 12 Day of Christmas based on current events of the year.<br />
In recent years I add a spoken part which everyone seems to repeat. The are in parentheses(....)<br />
Here is 2009 12 Days of Christmas. Enjoy'Merry, Happy<br />
<br />
Sherry<br />
<br />
2009 12 days Sherry Somach 2009<br />
On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…..<br />
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1 A health care controversy<br />
2 more years of Oprah<br />
3 auto bailouts<br />
4 Woodstock Nation 40<br />
5 Tweets-A-Twittering(Did you read Sarah’s tweet…
Every year since 1985 I have been writig a parody of 12 Day of Christmas based on current events of the year.<br />
In recent years I add a spoken part which everyone seems to repeat. The are in parentheses(....)<br />
Here is 2009 12 Days of Christmas. Enjoy'Merry, Happy<br />
<br />
Sherry<br />
<br />
2009 12 days Sherry Somach 2009<br />
On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…..<br />
<br />
1 A health care controversy<br />
2 more years of Oprah<br />
3 auto bailouts<br />
4 Woodstock Nation 40<br />
5 Tweets-A-Twittering(Did you read Sarah’s tweet about death panels?)<br />
6 Sixty bill Madoff with Bernie<br />
7 Town Hall Meetings with guns-a toted<br />
8 Octuplets-a-milking<br />
9 Moonwalks for Michael<br />
10 Trollops a-trying a tame the Tiger<br />
11 pigs-a flying (Hey, I didn’t know swine flew)<br />
12 drum rolls for departed icons: Teddy (Kennedy), Farrah (Fawcett), Blossom (Deary), Harry (Kalas.), Walter (Cronkite), Ed (McMahon), Patrick (Swayze), Les(Paul), Andrew<br />
( Wyeth), Soupy (Sales), Dom (Deluise), John (Updike)
Just added my Christmas song I recently recorded here.
tag:worldofwiffledust.com,2009-12-04:2870411:BlogPost:4095
2009-12-04T00:07:41.000Z
Sherry Somach
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And here are the lyrics. Enjoy!<br />
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Santa Claus is Staying at Home Music and Lyrics Sherry Somach c 2009<br />
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1. This year we just might get<br />
Our Christmas of white<br />
Santa wears the same old suit<br />
But it’s getting mighty tight<br />
We’ll buy a tree like years of old<br />
And string up all the lights<br />
But this year there’ll be something new<br />
To make this season bright<br />
cause….<br />
Chorus<br />
Santa Claus is staying at home<br />
He’ll watch T.V. and answer the phone<br />
Cause Mrs Claus won the toss<br />
This year she will be the boss<br />
So…
And here are the lyrics. Enjoy!<br />
<br />
Santa Claus is Staying at Home Music and Lyrics Sherry Somach c 2009<br />
<br />
<br />
1. This year we just might get<br />
Our Christmas of white<br />
Santa wears the same old suit<br />
But it’s getting mighty tight<br />
We’ll buy a tree like years of old<br />
And string up all the lights<br />
But this year there’ll be something new<br />
To make this season bright<br />
cause….<br />
Chorus<br />
Santa Claus is staying at home<br />
He’ll watch T.V. and answer the phone<br />
Cause Mrs Claus won the toss<br />
This year she will be the boss<br />
So Santa’s gonna be hangin’ at home<br />
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She said<br />
2.“I’m gonna drive that sleigh tonight<br />
I’m gonna run the show<br />
Ride with reindeer through the stars<br />
And play in all the snow<br />
Each year you get the credit<br />
And the elves just give me flack<br />
I’ve always let you take the reins<br />
Tonight I’ll take them back<br />
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Chorus<br />
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3. Mrs. Claus laid down some laws<br />
She had to take control<br />
Cause all those cookies Santa ate<br />
Gave him a jelly roll<br />
The reindeer were complaining<br />
And threatening to strike<br />
They say they need a bailout<br />
Or they’re gonna take hike<br />
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Chorus<br />
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(Spoken) Santa and his missus<br />
All through the night they fought<br />
Santa he threw in the towel<br />
Said, “show me what you got”<br />
“Listen Nick, and listen good<br />
Go sit beside the tree<br />
Just kick back and listen<br />
Here’s how it’s gonna be”<br />
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4) The gift of music is a song<br />
And it keeps on giving<br />
No toy on earth replaces love<br />
To make life worth living<br />
Peace is dust from angels<br />
And laughter sparks delight …<br />
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(Jimmy Durante character speaks:”Wait a minute Wait a minute. Stop the music. It’s a recession.. Spend )<br />
(Then sung)<br />
Let’s lighten up this Christmas<br />
Finally get the spirit right<br />
So….<br />
<br />
Chorus<br />
Santa Claus is staying at home<br />
He’ll watch TV and answer the phone<br />
Mrs. Claus has won the toss<br />
This year she will be the boss<br />
So Santa’s gonna be hangin’<br />
Santa’s gonna be hangin’<br />
Santa’s gonna be hangin’ at home<br />
(Spoken: I’ll be home real early, Nick”)
Writing class project
tag:worldofwiffledust.com,2009-11-10:2870411:BlogPost:2992
2009-11-10T15:30:00.000Z
Sherry Somach
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Last night I went to my first creative writing class. In our first exercise everyone came up with a word they liked or didn't like. Then we had to create a story with them. It was a lot of fun, and a great way to jump start creative juices.<br />
For homework we had to tell our life story using short 1-3 word phrases, separating each thought or event with a comma.<br />
The idea so intrigued me that I came home and did the exercise. I thought I would share it here so the members can know a lot about me.…
Last night I went to my first creative writing class. In our first exercise everyone came up with a word they liked or didn't like. Then we had to create a story with them. It was a lot of fun, and a great way to jump start creative juices.<br />
For homework we had to tell our life story using short 1-3 word phrases, separating each thought or event with a comma.<br />
The idea so intrigued me that I came home and did the exercise. I thought I would share it here so the members can know a lot about me. Also, it was a fun exercise. I might revise, but here it is in 'raw" form.<br />
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Rainbow puddles, jumping in leaves, a snowwoman’s scarf, black and white photos, Aunt Sylvia’s brownies, woolen leggings, nostrils stuck together, Michael Kweller’s hair, Frick Park picnics, Hula Hoops, Kennywood roller coasters, red angora sweater, choir practice, prank phone calls, kissing under fireworks, crowded lockers, Twist contests, dissecting a frog, Bill Mazeroski’s homerum, Bongo drum poetry, snubbing college graduation, El Yunque rainforest, mini skirts, 5th floor walkup, asymmetrical haircut, New York lonely, taking the A Train, Greenwich Village coffeehouses, fleeing bad marriage, Be-Ins, Haight Ashbury parties, Greatful Dead, Streaking, Hitching to Oregon, Blackberry picking, Teepee in woods, Communes, Full Moon drumming, beaded ceremonial fans, Bisbee Blue turquoise, 2nd class train to Zipolite, squealing pigs, sleeping in hammock, Fresh made tortillas, killer Mescal hangover, magic mushroom pilgrimage, hut on sandbar, malaria fevers, Ghost towns, Everette’s blue eyes, unbearable Florida summer, Delaware Water Gap jazz, Phillies in 1980, open mic performing, Oozo in Athens, Rio de Janeiro rhythms, Jamaica, mon, Shanghai neon lights, 2nd childless divorce, Django in June, Jazz Camp West, Phoenix rising