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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