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Lyrics
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Collected song lyrics penned by the celebrated author of What Dreams May Come and Bid Time Return.
Few of Richard Matheson's readers know that he had hopes for writing popular music. At a very early age, Matheson taught himself how to write sheet music, but his family could not afford the supplies and so he had to give up composition. But music never left his mind and when Matheson found a creative new outlet through his writing (cheaper than music, requiring only a pencil and paper), he quickly began composing both prose stories as well as poetry. He picked up music composition again at the age of seventeen, adding music to his poems. Here in Lyrics are the compositions that Matheson created, in publication for the very first time.
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IT LOOKS LIKE RAIN
Verse:
Weather man
says skies are sunny.
Says itās fair and warm
all the day
Weather man
Something is funny
I can see storm clouds
coming my way.
says skies are sunny.
Says itās fair and warm
all the day
Weather man
Something is funny
I can see storm clouds
coming my way.
Chorus:
It looks like rain on my love
The dark clouds above
are chasing the sunbeams away
The ugly clouds of despair
Are hovering near today
Not long ago
Skies were blue
Blessed by the magic of you.
Now you are gone
and it seems
gone are the wonderful dreams
That I had
The days go by
and are gone
and though I go on
Itās different not having you near
The skies are gray and obscure
where there was sunshine before
It looks like rain
on my love affair.
The dark clouds above
are chasing the sunbeams away
The ugly clouds of despair
Are hovering near today
Not long ago
Skies were blue
Blessed by the magic of you.
Now you are gone
and it seems
gone are the wonderful dreams
That I had
The days go by
and are gone
and though I go on
Itās different not having you near
The skies are gray and obscure
where there was sunshine before
It looks like rain
on my love affair.
My next lyric ā still 1943 ā succumbed to the obvious. (The music crammed with four-note chords.)
IāM IN LOVE WITH YOU
Verse:
Iāve got something on my mind
Something I must do
I have waited long to find
Someone just like you
You may well believe me
I am just that way
When I hold your hand
and say:
Something I must do
I have waited long to find
Someone just like you
You may well believe me
I am just that way
When I hold your hand
and say:
Chorus:
Iām in love with you
No words are simpler
Than these few
And yet the simple words are best
When they are really true
Iām in love with you
And yet that statement isnāt through
It needs your love so sweet and tender
To really render it true.
You and I should always be together.
Our hearts match forever and a day.
You and I should be birds of a feather
I know that this is true
Thatās why I say
Iām in love with you
I know that I will always be
Thereās only one thing that I ask
Please say that you love me.
No words are simpler
Than these few
And yet the simple words are best
When they are really true
Iām in love with you
And yet that statement isnāt through
It needs your love so sweet and tender
To really render it true.
You and I should always be together.
Our hearts match forever and a day.
You and I should be birds of a feather
I know that this is true
Thatās why I say
Iām in love with you
I know that I will always be
Thereās only one thing that I ask
Please say that you love me.
* * * *
My creative drive definitely went out the window with my third song. I must have realized its inferiority (I hope thatās a word) because I credited it to an unknown writer, one Guy Casman.
WHEN YOUāRE FLOATING DOWN THE VOLGA WITH OLGA
Verse:
In Russia thereās a river
called the Volga
and on its banks
there lives a girl named Olga
Every day she goes rowinā
Olga on the Volga
And sheās not alo-ne
called the Volga
and on its banks
there lives a girl named Olga
Every day she goes rowinā
Olga on the Volga
And sheās not alo-ne
Chorus:
When youāre floatinā down the Volga with Olga
and she looks at you with Russian eyes of blue
And youāre floating down the Volga with Olga
Thereās really only one thing to do (kiss sound effect)
So you do not wish to leave Miss Olga
and for her love you pine
You had better ask her quickly
to be your wedded one
Or Olga to Volga
Olga to Volga
Iāll ask Olga to be mine
and she looks at you with Russian eyes of blue
And youāre floating down the Volga with Olga
Thereās really only one thing to do (kiss sound effect)
So you do not wish to leave Miss Olga
and for her love you pine
You had better ask her quickly
to be your wedded one
Or Olga to Volga
Olga to Volga
Iāll ask Olga to be mine
I obviously thought that translating āIāll goā with āOlgaā was terribly clever. It was terrible all right.
That summer, I even wrote a song to the Y.M.C.A. camp where I was a cabin leader. In two parts no less ā Soprano and Harmony.
Chorus: (Mercifully there is no verse.)
Our lips
will sing your praise.
Our hearts will always
hold a special place for you.
Weāll dream
of happy days
in which we always gained
by learning something new.
The years will pass
yet even as they wane
The pleasant memories
will still remain
But now
when we are boys
weāll fondly say your name
and sing this song to you
Camp Brooklyn, you!
will sing your praise.
Our hearts will always
hold a special place for you.
Weāll dream
of happy days
in which we always gained
by learning something new.
The years will pass
yet even as they wane
The pleasant memories
will still remain
But now
when we are boys
weāll fondly say your name
and sing this song to you
Camp Brooklyn, you!
While I was a cabin leader, I met the son of a well-known square dance caller who told me that, when I went to a N.Y. music publisher to play my songs, (which I did) someone in an adjoining room would be transcribing it in case it was any good. I still donāt know whether to believe that or not.
* * * *
Clearly overwhelmed by creative zeal, I even made a song from Chopinās Etude in E.
ONLY A DREAM
Chorus:
Only a dream.
A distant view.
Only a wish
that never has come true
and lived for me.
Wishing for something that
I can never have
is nothing new.
Only a beat
within my heart.
A fairy tale
that never had a start.
A fantasy.
Love! I feel the magic growing
of your love but thereās no knowing
Who she is or where she is
Because
sheās just a gleam.
Just a hope that clings
and always brings
only a dream.
A distant view.
Only a wish
that never has come true
and lived for me.
Wishing for something that
I can never have
is nothing new.
Only a beat
within my heart.
A fairy tale
that never had a start.
A fantasy.
Love! I feel the magic growing
of your love but thereās no knowing
Who she is or where she is
Because
sheās just a gleam.
Just a hope that clings
and always brings
only a dream.
Well, the melody was beautiful anyway.
* * * *
There were others; I was grinding them out like sausages: SOMEONE I KNOW, ROLLINā ALONG, ONLY YOU, UNDER A SPELL, THE LAMP I SEE FROM MY WINDOW, EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU, etc. Often not completed or not worth completing.
My next songwriting opportunity came in 1943, at Cornell University when I enlisted in the A.S.T.P. (Army Specialized Training Program.) Actually, I canāt recall having spare time for song writing. At any rate Iām sure I couldnāt have thought up a rhyme for our residence hall named Cascadilla.
Next came the Infantry (A.S.T.P. students tossed into it ā not too happily.) World War Two limited my song writing opportunities. I did enter a contest (sponsored by the Army I assume) to write an Army oriented lyric for an already existing song. Mine was:
Forgotten first line
When you hear those 88ās (German shell)
Dig without ado, digga-do, do, do.
Dig without ado, digga-do.
When you hear those 88ās (German shell)
Dig without ado, digga-do, do, do.
Dig without ado, digga-do.
I didnāt win ā or place in that contest.
One more song militarily āinspired.ā This one written while I was on guard duty in England. (December 1944) Not too difficult to assess my frame of mind. I titled it LA VALSE DE MĆMORIE. Ouch.
Verse:
Nightās are long in the winter.
Theyāre bleak with the cold and the dark.
The warmth of my youth
has departed.
The fingers of time
left their mark.
Theyāre bleak with the cold and the dark.
The warmth of my youth
has departed.
The fingers of time
left their mark.
Chorus: (or as I wrote it: TRISTEMENT: ouch again.)
When I am alone
with the night
and the winds lonely moan.
The memories Iāv...
with the night
and the winds lonely moan.
The memories Iāv...
Table of contents
- Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Contents
- Dedication
- It Looks Like Rain
- Iām in Love with you
