With this song, I tried to somewhat capture the sensibility of They Might Be Giants with the language of Tin Pan Alley, but let's see if that worked here...once again, please feel more than free to put this to music (if you'd like!)
[Verse]
Havin' fun’s gonna be miserable
When he comes around
And he’s comin' around
Just around the corner
Makin' a noise would be unthinkable
When he comes around
And he’s comin' around
Just around the bend
[Chorus 1]
You must confess that I love him
And will do as what he says
I must confess that you adore him
Or you’re gonna have to count your days
(Verse: Repeat)
[Chorus 2]
He needs your love and devotion
And he doesn’t care who you are
He needs your hug and emotion
To see if you can get any far
And one day when we've all turned to dust
They will kneel and call us brave
Though their eyes will be filled with lust
None among them will know our names
@seanbrennan Feb 2022
I actually do have a Gerswhin-esque setting in mind, perhaps in the style of a lot of the tunes from Porgy and Bess, but it's all way beyond my performing capabilities. (Actually, now that I think about it, the lyric structure of the chorus could kind of fit to "I Got Plenty o' Nothin'...")
I think you've done a nice job painting an ominous picture with these, and if someone realized your Tin Pan Alley intentions with the musical setting, there would be an effective, unsettling juxtaposition between music that we now think of as "light" and "nostalgic," with these brooding lyrics. Very nice work!