Though I am a musician (composer/arranger), I'm not a songwriter. Yet all my life my brain has bifurcated when I'm performing some mindless, repetitive task, such as mowing the lawn, or as happened a few days ago, I was pounding nails upstairs, building a floor in the attic.
The ditties that come to me are almost always silly. What got me going a few days ago was hearing some child say, "Stare, stare, like a bear"- a bit of doggerel I haven't heard for many years.
Anyway . . . so there I am, pounding nails upstairs, when the following silly ditty comes to me:
lyrics: (you MUST sing along, whether you like it or not)
Stare, stare, like a bear,
I can see your underwear,
Stare, stare, stare . . .
Like a bear . . .
Stare, stare, like a bear,
I can see your underwear,
Stare, stare, stare . . .
Like a bear . . .
I've been staring like a bear since we parted,
Left the air so thick and blue as you departed,
How you overturned your chair as you departed,
Blew apart your underwear when you farted,
Stare, stare, like a bear,
I can see your underwear,
Stare, stare, like a bear,
I can see your underwear,
Stare, stare, stare . . .
Like a bear . . .
Underwear . . .
chorus (3 female singers)
Stare, stare, like a bear,
I can see your underwear,
Stare, stare, like a bear,
I can see your underwear,
This is followed by a snippet of ditty that was rattling along for the ride.
Now, these useless ditties have been coming to me as long as I've been a sentient being, pretty much since infancy, and to date I've jotted down or recorded only a handful. A few friends of mine have been horrified to find out that I've put several thousands of these song-orts out of my mind over my lifetime, and to discover that I place no value on them whatsoever.
Now that I'm retired, a few singer-friends have been hounding me about setting these ditties down, scrapping the silly lyrics, and turning them into real songs. However, I see no purpose in doing so. They're not the kind of songs people are listening to these days. I'm not sure what genre they belong to- they sound like WWII-area shmaltz to me- but it's no genre anyone is listening to today.
I'd maybe write them down if there was some purpose in doing so, but I can't envision any. Certainly not for posterity's sake, because there's no point in writing a book of songs whose sole purpose would be in collecting dust in someone's attic.
Anyone have any thoughts on the subject?