Memories from the discussion-thread “Fans own poems and lyrics” Part 1

 

Edward John Poynter – Erato, Muse of Poetry, 1870.

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INTRO

In ancient Greece, The  MOUSAI (Muses) were the goddesses of music, song and dance, and the source of inspiration to poets. They were also goddesses of knowledge, who remembered all things that had come to pass. Later the Mousai were assigned specific artistic spheres:

Kalliope, epic poetry; Kleio, history; Ourania, astronomy; Thaleia, comedy; Melpomene, tragedy; Polyhymnia, religious hymns; Erato, erotic poetry; Euterpe, lyric poetry; and Terpsikhore, choral song and dance. ( Source:http://www.theoi.com/Ouranios/Mousai.html )

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From may 27th 2009, when Alexander Rybaks fanpage opened, it soon became clear, that his page was a magnet for talents. Alexanders fans had fallen in love and  they showed their emotions with fantasy, humor and amazing creative skills. The muses felt it from far away and they were attracted – not only to this talented and beautiful young artist, but also to his fans! So, art started to flourish and the fans opened discussion-threads, to save and keep their art-work.

The happy days ended november 1st 2011, when The mighty Facebook-emperor, Lord Zucker, decided to delete all the discussion-pages in his kingdom. He showed the small courtesy of warning his residents, so they had time to save their treasured art.

Here is the 1st. part of what was saved of the discussion-thread

Fans own poems and lyrics.

All poems and lyrics are saved, but a lot of comments and discussions are deleted, to decrease the volume. Some comments has been spared, to give an impression of the atmosphere.

The discussion-thread was opened July 15th 2009, but some of the first added poems were written earlier and posted around the fanpage.

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July 15th 2009 – Marianne Saietz

Goddag everybody.

I have been here from the start and in the discussion threads, there has from time to time appared little poems and song-lyrics, with a twist, for Alexanders songs.

I thought, it could be great to collect them here, in one place. It is a big job, to scroll around the threads for all the items, so it would be great, if the authors, themselves, would help, finding and posting.

It is ONLY for poems and song-lyrics, made by fans. NOT letters for Alexander.

Thank you.

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Ingegerd Claesson 12. juli 2009 kl. 19:12

A LIMERICK

A young man from Scandinavia middle

He’s a bit of a riddle

Hearts will yearn

And heads do turn

Everytime he touches his fiddle

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Marianne Saietz

A month ago, I was getting impatient with Team Rybak: 16. juni 2009 kl. 06:57

New song ( should be sung with a saad voice, with lot of violins):

No news today

Team Rybak´s gone away

They went for holiday

How long, they didn´t say.

Will they come back?

They left without a track

But still, some news, I get.

Thank god for internet.

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Marianne Saietz

Recently, the situation has changed and I am worried, that I use Facebook too much. Thinking on going somewhere, like the highest danish mountain.

( I am not quite sure, it the lines fit melody for Abandoned, but bear with me)

Me singing on the top of Sky Mountain ( 147 m):

Offline for one hour now,

trying to find myself again

I climbed up this mountain so high!

And now, that I am gone,

I finally get a taste of freedom,

The only problem is,

I don´t like at all, to be free.

I don´t want to be all unplugged

I don´t want to stay offline

I don´t want to leave my facebookies

Those, who make my life divine!

I don´t want to look at nature!

I don´t care for birds and air!

Take me back to Rybaks facebookgroup!

The real freedom, I found there!

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Margaret Corleone 18. juni 2009 kl. 19:50

“But you’re right here and nothing could be better.

so add some news and stay with us to end.

and know that we encourage you just ever

we can’t imagine life if you were gone (again)”

/music like in ‘if you were gone’/

😀

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Marianne Saietz

18. juni 2009 kl. 14:01

Weeks ago, when I was younger

The strangest thing, was on tv

Jumping men from freaking Norway

was winning all of ESC

I´m obsessed with a fiddle-smurf

and though he´s far away

I´m on facebook with all his friends

online night and day

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Marianne Saietz

Last one for today. Inspired by the little squirrel at Skansen.

Drifting along

What I am to do?

My chocolates are gone

And all my nuts are too

Soon, I am to sing

And kiss the swedish chicks

With nothing for a snack

I surely will be sick!!

I just want to find that squirrel

who robbed me and got away

and when I do, I promise you

I´ll have it for snack today.

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Ingegerd Claesson

A mature lady from Denmark

Has in her life gotten a spark

This Norwegian lad

Has given her a fever so bad

So everyday she sings like a lark

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Ingegerd Claesson

The lady I mentioned before

She needs to her psyche explore

She sounds like a bear

And her hair tears

And all she can say is MORE

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Jana Clareeta Borovcová (Norway) 15. juli 2009 kl. 17:12

There has been one similar thread,

but for a long time it has been dead.

“Fairytales told by fans” was it called.

You know, Marianne, I give you a hold,

but before creating new read and search more,

or one day, you’ll reach the final score.

And then, while the lunch will be eated,

all the topics will be also mysteriously deleted.

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Marianne Saietz

A new thread, and I am the giver

I regret, if it makes you shiver

This thread is new stuff

And there is room enough

For ideas to flow like a river

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Marion Delafoy-Martin

Ok, I’ll try too, but be indulgent, I’m not very good in poetry (specially in english)

Lying in lavender’s fields

I hear the sound of a violin

Was it an elfe?

But suddenly I saw

A man with a cow

He got funny smile

And a cut light in the corner of his eyes

Was I dreamin?

But he told me

In a tone which please me

“Babe, ready for a draw

But don’t forget,you need to know

That I won’t you be rude

And that’s okay for a nude

But I’m little bit shy

So be gentle and try

I’ll be every thing you want

If at least it’s decent”

…to be continued :))

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Ivka Drábová (Slovakia) 31.maj 2009 kl. 19:34

Well, here’s the lyric which was written during Alexander’s Song from a secret garden. First version is in my mother slovak language and second I translated into english for you. But it’s a pity because in english you can’t find rhymes:(

SEN

Vietor sa nám hrá s vlasmi

splieta ich tajne dokopy

v diaľke znie šepot tvojich básní

ktoré nie každý pochopí

Zelený koberec sa krčí pod nami

a stromy sú v nemom úžase

chytám tvoj smiech jemne do dlaní

svet ako v harmonickom kontraste

Možno som len obyčajný blázon

ktorý stavil všetko na neznámy deň

Na duši s nepatrnou jazvou

sním farebne čiernobiely sen

Možno len vidím, čo ostatní nie

a možno len mne si to ukázal

Už viem, ako sa vinní tvária nevinne

a kam to občas zachádza

Vietor sa nám hrá s vlasmi

splieta ich tajne dokopy

V diaľke znie šepot mojich básní

ktoré len jeden človek pochopí

DREAM

The wind is playing gently with our hair

plaiting each strand together with the biggest care

From the distance I can hear the whispering of your poems

Not every man can understand their words

The green carpet is creasing beneath our feet

Mute astonishment sat on every tree

I catch your laugh into my palms

Harmonious conrast is surrounding us

Maybe I’m just a simple fool

who bet it all on some unknown day

And with the small scar in my soul

colored the black and white dream in my head

Might I can see just what others not

might you have shown it only to me

Already know that angels have their sinful thoughts

and how it sometimse can be

The wind is gently playing with our hair

plaiting each strand together with the biggest care

From the distance you can hear the whispering of my poems

Just only one man can understand their words

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Jana Clareeta Borovcová (Germany) 17. juni 2009 kl. 16:09

Well… I’ve tried to write some lyrics as well (Since one distant relative of mine was one of the most famous songwriters in my country) but it turned somehow into a poem again 😀

And please, try to be benevolent, for it’s for the first time I have written something in foerign language 🙂

(I have to thought up some name as well 😀 )

The world is so spoiled,

full of malice, hate and anger.

But I don’t care anymore,

since your voice is so polite and tender.

I’ve been sorrounded by endless dark

and couldn’t see the light.

But from now on, I feel it very strong,

I’ve gained power for a new fight.

Power given by white taurus,

of all the most powerful god.

As Zeus kindaped beautiful Europé,

you have captured my heart.

You are young shepherd,

and I am your faithful sheep.

And with a magical voice of your flute,

I’ll follow you wherever you lead.

The road will be long and painful

and sometimes, you will fail.

Don’t worry, I‘m still with you,

to defend you from the bale.

The world is so spoiled,

but I am ready to fight.

And even if you fail, nevermind.

I’ll always be by your side.

Coz…

Your smile‘s so bright,

Your soul‘s so pure,

You are a miracle, for

the world – being so spoiled,

is now being cured.

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Lene Hagen

This is a song i wrote 2 years ago…

Life © Lene Hagen

When life is hard to deal with

And noone seems to care

What’s the point of staying

When you wanna go somewhere?

As I lie here all alone I am thinking

Who belongs to me?

Is this life worth misery?

Even though it wont make sense to you

Living life should be easy

They say, take one day at the time

My life is nearly over

As it surely has no rhyme

As I lie here all alone I am thinking

Who belongs to me?

Is this life worth misery?

Even though it wont make sense to you

And my thoughts are spinning,

They combine each word you say

As I try continue living

Memories don’t disappear

As I lie here all alone I am thinking

Who belongs to me?

Is this life worth misery?

Even though it wont make sense to you

All my life I’ve been here alone

Trying my best to survive

Yet all I do is thinking

What is my aim in life?

As I lie here all alone I am thinking

Who belongs to me?

Is this life worth misery?

Even though it wont make sense to you

As I lie here all alone I am thinking

Who belongs to me?

Is this life worth misery?

Even though it wont make sense to you

Whoever said hat life’s a dance on roses?

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Apollo and the Muses.

Maerten van Heemskerck
1498-1574
Netherlands

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Marianne Saietz

TO INGEGERD, WHO TAUGHT ME, TO WRITE LIMERICKS

From Norway, we know Alexander

He sings, and he moves like a panther

He has beautiful eyes

And he never tells lies

What girl wouldn´t let him enchant her?

Young Ingegerd went for a show

with the young star of fiddle and bow

She saw him perform

And felt caught by a storm

Her happiness started to grow.

The teen-girls were screaming frenetic

But Ingegerd thought: ” That´s pathetic!”

She opened her heart,

soul and mind, for a start

And then she got all poetic!

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Mc Vz

Well, there it goes, a bit silly, but it’s been funny to try:

Suddenly he’s famous

And people know his name

He got a thousand brace-face waiting

But no one can compare

With these group of sweet nice ladies

Who captured him by night

And took him to a French place

For their decent class of art

People call him stupid

for treating us just like queens

But he worries about nothing

Cause we’ll take good care of him

And he surely stay with these girls

And he’ll got the sweetest dreams

Cause then he’ll got a massage

And a bath and more, you’ll see…

And yes, I know for sure,

That he will stay there

In our arms for more, and more

Cause he would be so blue

If he had to be apart

From these kind and classy hearts

Of our little class or art…

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Marianne Saietz

It´s late at night and all is well.

My heart is peaceful, as I tell

My facebook-friends about my day

and read their thoughts from far away.

One daughter´s sleeping, close to me

The other daughter´s not to see.

She´s missing someone, that is clear.

They love eachother, its so dear.

To watch your own child be in love

is very touching, from above

How simple life is in their age!

But also hard and filled with rage.

The one at sleep, is still too young

She has my heart, she sings my song.

But some day, she will grow up too.

I smile and wait and love those two.

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Kishikutoka Tukafu

Marianne, poem about your daughters is sooo moving! *eyes wide open*

It’s delicate and tender, swaying rhythmically like a lullaby – and like lullabies, it is onomotopoetic, calming with the “sh”, “s” sounds!

Do you mind, if I try write a melody for it?

Marianne Saietz

What is onomotopoetic? and which sh – and s-sounds?

Sorry, its been many years since I had language-lessons in school, so its a little distant:-)

You are very welcome to make a melody, Irena. That is a talent I don´t have. I never composed any music. Can only write words.

While we´re at language-questions, I have been wanting to ask you, what does pecs mean? ( from another thread) It is some muscle, I think.

Marion Delafoy-Martin

Pecs : Pectoraux, you know, these beautiful muscles on the stomac? In France, we call it “tablettes de chocolat” , because it’s look like it when it’s beautiful :)) again, something good to eat…

Marianne Saietz

Oh, its the same as a “six-pack”. No word for it in danish. Maybe because many danish guys, dont have it.

Thank you for the anatomic lesson. I learn a lot here.

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Mc Vz

I feel so good today that I couldn’t resist to the temptation of continuing the song from the other day. There it goes, the complete version (though I’m afraid the second part is worse than the first, it’s worthwhile if it makes you all smile. Hope you don’t get too bored…):

Suddenly he’s famous

And people know his name

He got a thousand brace-face waiting

But no one can compare

With these group of sweet nice ladies

Who captured him by night

And took him to a French place

For their decent class of art

People call him stupid

for treating us just like queens

But he worries about nothing

Cause we’ll take good care of him

And he surely stay with these girls

And he’ll got the sweetest dreams

Cause then he’ll got a massage

And a bath and more, you’ll see…

And yes, I know for sure,

That he will stay there

In our arms for more, and more

Cause he would be so blue

If he had to be apart

From these kind and classy hearts

Of our little class of art…

Rubberducks, Pokemons

we’ll gently bring for him

for making this boy happy

we’ll get a PS3

Then we’ll all play together

Till our fingers go asleep

Now it’s becoming crazy

This silly song I sing

Managers are angry

His ex-girl might be blue

But we don’t even worry

Cause boy, our love is true

And though it’s being new to us

This feeling in our hearts

He cannot deny it

That we’ve been kind of smart

And yes, I know for sure,

That he will stay there

In our arms for more, and more

Cause he would be so blue

If he had to be apart

From these kind and classy hearts

Of our little class of art…

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Marianne Saietz

I wrote this on the other thread. Its not a poem, but Yannis says it is and I trust him, so here it is:

I am so cheerful, for:

the new baby nephew,

for the concert I went to yesterday,

for the sun and pleasant 25 degrees!!!

For myself and my husband, who still can have warm feelings and fun together after 17 years!!!

For Jan and for Yannis, 2 excellent boys.

For the naughty ladies at one of the other threads.

For all the beautiful, crazy, openminded, annoying people on Facebook.

And for Alexander Rybak, who made all this possible and who is visiting Greece tomorrow, where the temperature is so hot, he might take off his T-shirt.

Love every one of you, though we´ve never met.

Wish you to be glad and peaceful and fall in love with life.

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Marianne Saietz

FOR YANNI-(S)

I once met a guy from Greece

His thinking was cool as a breeze

I spelled Yannis wrong

But his kindness is strong

And we still are connected in peace.

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Ingegerd Claesson

Näcken of his river got tired

And thougt I have to get wired

He went to Moscow

To put on a show

And now everyone wants him hired

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Tally Igharo

I can’t help myself

I’m addicted to a life of material

It’s some kind of joke

I’m obsessively opposed to the typical

All we care about is

Runway models, cadillacs and liquor bottles

Give me something, i wanna be

Retro glamour, hollywood, yes we live for the

Fame, doin’ it for the fame

’cause we wanna live the life

Of the rich and famous

Fame, doin’ it for the fame

’cause we gotta taste for champagne

And endless fortune

Fame, fame baby

The fame, fame

We live for the fame, fame baby

The fame, fame

Isn’t it a shame, shame baby

A shame, shame

In it for the fame, fame baby

The fame, fame

I can see myself in the movies

With my picture in the city lights

Photograph my mind

And hatever else you’d like to shoot

You decide

All we care about is

Pornographic girls on film and body plastic

Give me something

I wanna see television and hot blondes in odd positions

Fame, doin’ it for the fame

’cause we wanna live the life

Of the rich and famous

Fame, doin’ it for the fame

’cause we gotta taste for champagne

And endless fortune

Fame, fame baby

The fame, fame

We live for the fame, fame baby

The fame, fame

Isn’t it a shame, shame baby

A shame, shame

In it for the fame, fame baby

The fame, fame

Don’t ask me how or why

But i’m gonna make it happen this time

My teenage dream tonight

Yeah i’m gonna make it happen this time

Fame, doin’ it for the fame

’cause we wanna live the life

Of the rich and famous

Fame, doin’ it for the fame

’cause we wanna live the life

Of the rich and famous

Fame, doin’ it for the fame

’cause we gotta taste for champagne

And endless fortune

Fame, doin’ it for the fame

’cause we wanna live the life

Of the rich and famous

Fame, doin’ it for the fame

’cause we gotta taste for champagne

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