Patriarch

[T_O_A_D]

"Patriarch"

It was Jim our Patriarch

The one who started our silly Lark

Collecting Dogz that foolish bark

He gathered us from foreign lands

To form a pack that ever stands

A man From Scottland so was he

A township there name Blairgowie

Upon this name his nick would be

Don't forget it you and me

If not for Jim our pack would be

Scattered out and lost at sea

He rallied Friends and even Foe

To watch them all come and go

Hello Laddies want to play

I'll host a session, for you today

He Mastered flying on the run

Dropping bombs instead of gun

He concurred worldly things, do tell

Piling Money in a wishing well

Making life, no living hell

Jim Tamed the land and it lakes

Built a home from wooden stakes

There he leaves a legacy

of churned up dirt and fallen tree

Who had Jim dig the moss

His wife Helen she's the Boss

Then one day He met a Foe

A mastered one, He could not throw

He fought him hard day and night

Jim and Cancer put on a fight

The Dogz are family next to kin

But the battle raged within

Taking down our beloved Freind

Don't be sad my fellow lads

Jim is always, our virtual Dad

© Todd Allen Long 2012

[T_O_A_D]

Guys I have no idea where these are coming from.

It started about 5 days ago, when I decided to try and write lyrics for original songs,

Since then every time I let my mind do mundain things like sleep, mowing the lawn (<---this one this morning doing just that) even interstate driving.

I start getting lines to poems or lryics to songs.

The poems are like interludeds to my main goal.

I hope the one above doesn't sadden your hearts too much.

Is it because I've reach a level of lonleyness with my wife being gone.

Or a Tumor pressissing on a creative spot in my noggin?

Who knows but I'm sure enjoying it.

I wish I understood music score better and could turn my words to melodies.

In time I hope.

Like this one just came to me while typing.

I need a fellow friend of mine

willing to put in overtime

leeding words of ryme

into song that beats on time

[DD_Arthur]

Todd, this is the second time you've brought tears to my eyes. You're meant to be the gun-tottin' redneck remember?

One day, and I don't know when yet, the Euro Dogz and the North American Dogz MUST meet.

[T_O_A_D]

Sorry Arthur,

I've even added a couple of lines since you read it too.

I could add so much more about Jim as you know, but I need to quit before I break it. LOL

[Friar]

If I sent you a dime could you pen me a little rhyme?

perhaps a dollar more for one the dogz to holla'

or even a buck to say who gives a damm

Its that last line I am having trouble with......

Excellent work Toad, stirring stuff indeed.

[T_O_A_D]

If I sent you a dime

could you pen me a rhyme?

perhaps for a dollar

One to make dogz holla'

I'll spot ya buck

For a ride in the ya truck

We'll be drinking our beers

Shifting the gears

And showing our rears

While tossing our cans

At oncoming vans

Just to say, who gives a damm

[fruitbat]

great stuff william toddspear!

[BadAim]

Damn, you caused me a tear or two as well Todd. But that's OK, because real men can cry if they like, even while they fire a few .45 slugs in the air in remembrance of their fallen comrade.

EEEEEEEE-HAW, I shore do miss that geezer!

[T_O_A_D]

On 3/19/2012 at 12:44 PM, T_O_A_D said:

"Patriarch"

It was Jim our Patriarch

The one who started our silly Lark

Collecting Dogz that foolish bark

He gathered us from foreign lands

To form a pack that ever stands

A man From Scottland so was he

A township there name Blairgowie

Upon this name his nick would be

Don't forget it you and me

If not for Jim our pack would be

Scattered out and lost at sea

He rallied Friends and even Foe

To watch them all come and go

Hello Laddies want to play

I'll host a session, for you today

He Mastered flying on the run

Dropping bombs instead of gun

He concurred worldly things, do tell

Piling Money in a wishing well

Making life, no living hell

Jim Tamed the land and it lakes

Built a home from wooden stakes

There he leaves a legacy

of churned up dirt and fallen tree

Who had Jim dig the moss

His wife Helen she's the Boss

Then one day He met a Foe

A mastered one, He could not throw

He fought him hard day and night

Jim and Cancer put on a fight

The Dogz are family next to kin

But the battle raged within

Taking down our beloved Freind

Don't be sad my fellow lads

Jim is always, our virtual Dad

© Todd Allen Long 2012

I just found this one as well, and let AI create music and voice for it. I couldn't get it to create it with an accent, dang it, without it rewriting the words, but it turned out well, if you think you can bear it give it a listen, I set the tempo fast enough it won't tear ya up too bad. I know I probably could never sing it without breaking. Thus the reason to just share it with AI

https://songer.co/song/tl35eyawvyb7bbzfwwjogu0a

 

[T_O_A_D]

On 3/19/2012 at 5:59 PM, T_O_A_D said:

If I sent you a dime

could you pen me a rhyme?

perhaps for a dollar

One to make dogz holla'

I'll spot ya buck

For a ride in the ya truck

We'll be drinking our beers

Shifting the gears

And showing our rears

While tossing our cans

At oncoming vans

Just to say, who gives a damm

Friar, I spent a few days on this writing more lyrics and moving things around a bit to come up with a set I liked and stayed on theme. This one I will sing someday it will be fun. It has inspirational memories of other M8's here at home too. 

Have fun hearing what you started M8!

I can't find time to fly but during breaks or motel stays I can still fart around with kind of stuff even from my phone. I can't wait for retirement.

https://songer.co/song/h1adtuzwjpd0buzfxffkhcoq