tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32458692541689663232011-07-28T18:27:49.231-07:00Sheila K.Cameronnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245869254168966323.post-15403513604732500292007-05-27T08:46:00.000-07:002009-11-21T07:42:33.508-08:00<div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Joan Ure was the pen name of the poet and playwright Elizabeth Thoms Clark<br /><span style="color:#999999;">(</span></span><span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;">1918– 1978) </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Seven of the songs in this selection are from the revue Nothing May Come of It which was staged by Glasgow University Arts Theatre Group in 1965. The others were written around the same time. The punctuation and the format are taken from the copies of the words given to me by Joan.<br /></span></div><div align="center">_____</div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Nothing may come of it<br />Don’t I know that<br />Nothing has come of it<br />Often before<br />About twice a year<br />To be precise<br />Nothing has come of it<br />But . . . it . . . was . . . nice<br /><br />Oh nothing may come of it<br />We may retire<br />Never at any point<br />Having caught fire<br />Nothing may come of it<br />But meanwhile<br />Let . . . us. . . smile<br /><br />Oh nothing may come of it<br />Both of us know<br />These things may wither<br />These things may grow<br />But growth is more difficult<br />Withering quick<br />Oh nothing may come of it<br />We both might get . . . sick<br /><br />Nothing may come of it<br />Darling I know<br />But your eyes<br />are the strangest<br />Your wrists<br />are the strongest<br />your effect<br />at a distance<br />is the most<br />marvelous<br />I know<br /><br />But nothing may come of it<br />Something may<br />Vanish from it<br />Something could happen<br />We both of us know<br /><br />Oh if something should come of it<br />little my darling<br />If something should last of it<br />little my dear<br />remember<br />we’re lucky<br />It hardly ever happens<br />BUT something may<br />come of it<br />This magic year<br />_____<br /><br />I cannot send you any flowers<br />My songs are sped<br />And you’re their wings<br />I have no presents left to send<br />in a world made up of things<br />I cannot send you any flowers<br />I send my days instead<br />I cannot send you any flowers<br />I send today instead </span></div><div align="center">___</div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Weave me oh weave me my love, my love</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">a tissue of beautiful lies.</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Tell me you never will leave me, love,</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">that you seek your soul in my eyes.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Weave me, oh weave me, my love, my love</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">your tissue of beautiful lies;</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">tell me you will not leave me, love</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">when you’ve found your soul in my eyes. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">_____</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />Everytime now that I see you face<br />I believe again in my dream<br />I thought I could never love a soul<br />That my heart was a shallow stream become<br />That my heart was a shallow stream<br /><br />But the night is soft when I share your room<br />The sadness gone from the day<br />And nothing again in all my life<br />Can take my joy away<br /><br />But the night is soft when I share your room<br />The sadness gone from the day<br />And even if you leave me now<br />You can’t take my joy away<br />_____<br /><br />Nothing to sing about<br />getting along<br />very pedestrian-lee<br />people in aeroplanes<br />singing their song<br />continue to fly over me<br /><br />Something I’ve got that they’ve not<br />Something they’ve got that I’ve not<br />Something I’ve got that they’ve not<br /><br />Nothing to sing about </div><div align="center">_____</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Love oh love oh love I love you<br />You’re telephone voice makes me wakeful for you<br />Can do nothing for you but oh love love you<br />Nowhere with you oh love love you<br />Far off from you sad sighing for you<br />Lonely love love I love you<br />Hush my loving love I’m not near you<br />Cease weeping my heart can hear you<br />My little love oh love my only<br />Best love I love you lonely love lonely</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">_____<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I’m making all my love songs<br />when it’s long long over<br />when it’s long long over<br />dear<br /><br />Why am I making you love songs<br />when it’s long long over<br />when you’ve got yourself off<br />miles from here?<br /><br />I don’t know – so help me – I don’t know<br />but myself – let’s face it<br />I’ve got nowhere to go<br />I hang on by the teeth here<br />singing - -<br />for you - - long over<br />long long over<br />over long long<br />ago<br /><br />I’m making all my love songs<br />when it’s long long over<br />when it’s long long over<br />dear</span><span style="font-size:78%;"></div><div align="center">_____</div></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">So you’ve noticed now<br />I’ve not been around<br />Yes you’ve noticed I’ve been crying<br />but you do no know<br />how it was at all<br />I’ve come back to live<br />I’ve been dying<br /><br />No it was not you<br />It was not me<br />It was the way that life is always spinning<br />It hit me fast between my eyes<br />I had to find my own beginning<br /><br />Yes, you’ve noticed now<br />you’ve missed me a bit<br />you’ve found there’s no one quite to replace me<br />I am sad for you<br />but I can’t come now<br />I’ve just come to life<br />I’ve been dying<br /><br />No, I’d not left the place<br />No, not emigrated<br />No, not in the huff even<br />- nothing like it.<br />I’ve been shut up alone<br />for a hundred nights<br />As you’ve noticed now<br />I’ve been . . . crying<br /><br />No it was not your fault<br />no not you at all<br />I was in love with this marvelous man I knew<br />- at least I thought I was –<br />and I thought I knew –<br />but it was only you<br />and I didn’t know you<br />_____<br /><br />I need a rich part – time lover<br />to pay my full- time rent<br />I worked my living in the winter<br />In less than summer my money’s spent<br />I’ve got so many causes – you wouldn’t credit!<br />all needing their ten per cent<br /><br />I’ll be no man’s sleep – in woman<br />My young life’s only lent<br />I’ll get me a part time lover<br />to pay my full time rent. </span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">_____ </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">When I say ‘you owe me nothing’<br />oh . .I’m lying honey<br />When I say ‘forget me baby’<br />I am daring you<br />When I say ‘she’s better for you’<br />I just wish she wasn’t<br />When I say ‘but be happy’<br />I’m cursing.<br /><br />When I say ‘you’ll miss me man’<br />I’m still hoping<br />When I say ‘and you’re a heel’<br />that’s what I’m thinking<br />When I whisper ‘get out of my house’<br />I’m screaming<br />When I say ‘and stay out too’<br />I’m . . probably dying.<br /><br />When I say nothing at all<br />then you’ve left me<br />When I start talking to myself<br />you’re not here to hear me<br />When I’m long done caring<br />the sun’s setting<br />When I start crying<br />I’m finished.<br />_____<br /><br />I have just made you a love song darling<br />I have just made you . . a love song<br />It was so easy<br />It might have been . . difficult<br />if I had wanted a crown<br />but I wanted to make you a love song darling<br />I wanted to make you a song<br />that would sing<br /><br />I didn’t . . do it<br />but . . I wanted to do it<br />That . . is the . .important thing!<br /><br />I wanted to make you a love song darling<br />I wanted to make you a song that would sing<br />I wanted to match the blue in the sky<br />the birds in the air<br />the light in your . . eye<br />I wanted to make you a love song darling<br />The thing’s impossible<br />but . . my heart<br />does . . sing!<br />So it’s easy to make you a love song darling<br />It’s easy to make you a song that will sing<br />All I need is this . .feeling, darling<br />after the winter<br />the . . ages long winter<br />to find you,<br />the Spring!<br /><br />Oh I wish I could make you a love song darling<br />I wish I could really sing<br />but the morning<br />the sunshine<br />the trees<br />and the bird’s song<br />are making your love song<br />for me to sing</span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245869254168966323-1540351360473250029?l=joanuresongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sheila K.Cameronnoreply@blogger.com