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Love's Insane please see https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1biOUBhYm6Y

I have a youtube rendition by Dave Nachmanoff who plays, sings and wrote the tune at

I wrote the poem and had the idea of the tune 33 years ago but never got round to the song due to not being musical. My daughter and her friend kindly acted the younger couple!

Loves Insane

Mondays are mundane

and I wouldn’t choose Tuesdays too,

Wednesdays I long for the wedding,

and Thursdays, to be with you.

Fridays I fly back home

and Saturdays we lie in bed,

and Sundays always seem to rain

as I race back down a country lane -

to a week insane,

to a week insane.

 

Aching brains, working far apart

see autumn colours fade away.

Heavy hearts in Winter’s pulse,

waiting for Springs new day.

Summer days seemed far too long,

bring me home with this song,

with this song.

 

Mondays are mundane

and I wouldn’t choose Tuesdays too,

Wednesdays I long for the wedding,

and Thursdays, to be with you.

Fridays I fly back home

and Saturdays we lie in bed,

and Sundays always seem to rain

as I race back down a country lane -

to a week insane,

 to a week insane.

 

Mornings rose in funeral mood,

afternoons falling after-glooms.

Evenings waiting for the phone,

longing to hear you soon.

The sound of you in the night

brought me close, to your sight,

to your sight.

 

Mondays are mundane

and I wouldn’t choose Tuesdays too,

Wednesdays I long for the wedding,

and Thursdays, to be with you.

Fridays I fly back home

and Saturdays we lie in bed,

and Sundays always seem to rain

as I race back down a country lane -

to a week insane,

to a week insane.

 

 

 

Youth found me and you together,

and in middle age bound like glue.

When we’re old I’ll be with you,

perfume of perfect view.

Life and love, the cadence song

inseparable all life long,

All lifelong.

 

 

Mondays are mundane

and I wouldn’t choose Tuesdays too,

Wednesdays I long for the wedding,

and Thursdays to be with you.

Fridays I fly back home,

and Saturdays we lie in bed,

and Sundays always seem to rain

as I race back down a country lane -

to a week insane,

‘cos love’s insane!

 

love

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Comments

Big Sal

Tue 31st Jul 2018 22:33

Congratulations Jane on the poem being adapted to song!

I took a listen, and it came out very good, with lyrics that sounded much better than most of the songs on the radio.

And thank you for taking a look at my work and for the kind words.?

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