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  Songs for Kids with Common Scents

 


SONGS FOR KIDS WITH COMMON SCENTS
written and recorded by Bill Pere and the LUNCH Ensemble
 
 
Word Twister --Part Deux!
Mords and Wusic by Pill Bere

It's the middle of the school day I'm working on my math
Sitting next to Elmo Sweatergrunter, who never takes a bath!
He's building towers out of blocks, it's lots of fun, he thinks,
Then he shakes them till they all collapse, I think the whole thing stinks!
The twister hit, the towers fell
It didn't blow away the smell...
He said "Shake a tower!" ... I said "Take a shower!"

Have you heard mister 'bout the word twister
I wished it got my sister
But my sister could resist
Her wish it would desist came true...
Did the word twister get you?

Out there on the farm we were picking juicy beets
Loaded up with sugar, while Elmo played with sheets
He wrapped his head in bed sheets , made believe he was a ghost
We wondered what would happen, we all knew Elmo could be gross
The twister hit, he blew his nose, a bunch of beets fell on his toes...
There were sugar beets...and booger sheets!

Have you heard mister 'bout the word twister
I wished it got my sister
But my sister could resist
Her wish it would desist came true...
Did the word twister get you?

Porky Bob the Butcher was working in his shop,
Fixing up a rump roast, some hot dogs, and a chop
High atop a shelf was a box that he'd forgotten
A box of steak that he had missed, that missed steak had turned rotten
The twister hit, the box shook loose
The rancid meat fell in his shoes...
There was some meat that fell...and feet that smell!

Have you heard mister 'bout the word twister
I wished it got my sister
But my sister could resist
Her wish it would desist came true...
Did the word twister get you?

Over by the graveyard, a most unusual thing...
Some skeletons woke up and decided they would sing!
They tried but sounded awful, twenty-six part harmony
They rattled, prattled, moaned and groaned but couldn't find that skeleton
key
The twister scattered bones around, put an end to that horrendous sound...
There were tumbling bones...and bumbling tones!

Have you heard mister 'bout the word twister
I wished it got my sister
But my sister could resist
Her wish it would desist came true...
Did the word twister get you?

Little Dainty Dottie brought her dog to ballet class
She was dancing in her tutu, she hoped the storm would pass
Her tutu was a lovely dress of pink and frilly lace
The teacher was a mean old witch who said "That dog is a disgrace!"
The twister hit, look out below! Her tutu tangled in the dog's big toe...
There was a tutu toe....and Toto too!

Have you heard mister 'bout the word twister
I wished it got my sister
But my sister could resist
Her wish it would desist came true...
Did the word twister get you?

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House of Ideas
words and music by Bill Pere

The kids never knew what was going on in his mind
The teachers never knew what new ideas he would find
He'd sit in school and think up new ways
To speed up the clocks and shorten the days
Make candy out of broccoli and color from grays
Make a dollar from a dime,
He'd spend his time inventing panaceas...in his House of Ideas
So dream.....

The stairways in his head led to rooms, from their windows he'd see
Sights never seen, he'd ask "Now why can't that be?"
A computer that looks cuter than a plain plastic box
Neon paint to help him find two matching socks
A way to have a secret conversation with rocks
If soda's fizz and bees can buzz
Then he'd invent new onomatopoeias...in his House of Ideas
So dream...

Sometimes there'd be a faraway look on his face
Those were the times he'd be flying off in outer space
He'd fly into the sky on electric guitars
Collecting marbles that used to be stars
There's a giant sized collection in a long row of jars
With two from the Big Dipper
And three that used to be Casseopia's...in his House of Ideas
So dream...

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Summer Breeze, Winter Wind
Words and Music by Bill Pere

Every breath is a kiss,
Snatched from the lips of creation
If you remember this,
Every breath is an inspiration
The wind touches our face
Reminding us all that we're here by its grace...

Summer breeze, winter wind, the breath of God is there
Keep it pure, keep it clean, it's something we all share
All our lives entrusted to an envelope of air
It's not too late, not too late, not too late to care...

Dark and dusty the sky,
Raindrop tears in the moon are reflected
Take the time to ask why
The gift of God given air is neglected
Our garden of green
The earth will thrive if we keep the air clean...

Summer breeze, winter wind, the breath of God is there
Keep it pure, keep it clean, it's something we all share
All our lives entrusted to an envelope of air
It's not too late, not too late, not too late to care...

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Electric Nose
Words and Music by Bill Pere

When you wake up in the morning with your hair all messed and scruffy
And your teeth are full of grunge and your nose is feeling stuffy
You stumble to the bathroom with the sniffles and you wish you
Could stop that nasal drip so you grab another tissue
You can get electric toothbrush and a hair dryer that blows
But one thing you can't get is a good electric nose!

Electric Nose... fill the world with ooo's and aah's
Electric Nose...you'll be the great Wizard of Schnoz
Electric Nose...it's certainly intense
Electric Nose...gives you uncommonly good scents...

I knew it would be me who'd be the first one to invent it
I know I'll win a medal and a party to present it
When I told my friend he laughed, till the hay fever attacked
He wished this olfactory fantasy really was all fact!
For he was overjoyed when I presented him with one
Then he plugged it in and his nose started to run!

Electric Nose...Put in on and wear it proud
Electric Nose...Don't blow it too loud...
Electric Nose...Was a great thing to invent
Electric Nose...It must be Heaven scent...

If you ever had one, you'd get lots of flattery
As long as you take care to charge your battery
You've got to keep it clean, so wash with antiseptic
But always keep in mind with a nose that is electric
Don't ever clog it up with any salts or any sugars,
And if you get it wet, you'll get sparks instead of boogers!

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Senseless
Words and Music by Bill Pere

I'd keep my eyes, so I could see the skies
And watch the morning mist in a meadow start to rise

I'd keep my ears, to be the one who hears
the laughter and the tears and the music of the spheres

It would be a waste if I couldn't taste
Some chocolate cakes I've faced in kitchens that I've graced!

I'd always want to feel to know the world is real
I'd think that's a good deal, cause touch has its appeal...

Uh-oh... Here comes Elmo...a guy who most definitely has a scent!
Hey Elmo, if you had to give up four of your senses, which one would you
choose to keep?

I'd pick my nose! I'd pick my nose! you can keep your eyes and your ears and
your tongue and your toes, I'd pick my nose!

(dialogue...)
That's enough of this nonsense! This song is the most senseless thing I've
ever heard!
Now wait a minute...I think we have to take a census to get consensus on the
senses. We don't want any dissent!
Well guys, so what's the consensus aboutthis song?
Looks good! Sounds fine! Feels right! Suits my taste!
...Elmo?
I think the whole thing stinks!

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The Wish
Words and Music by Bill Pere

Just beyond a star, slightly west of the moon,
In the fanciful dream of a child's afternoon
On a mountain top meadow, in a field full of phlox
He sees an old scroll and a strange wooden box

He opens up the box, sees a fine silver dish,
Says the script on the scroll, "This Will Grant You One Wish"
He smiles a great smile, his eye brightly gleams
With visions of things he'd done just in his dreams...

A thousand shining knights, and he'd be thier king
With a castle and a wizard and a minstrel to sing
Dreaming of battles, it gave him a thrill
And then, a dark shadow passes over the hill...

High upon the hill as he looks down at the town
The dragon of poverty comes swooping down
There's a creature of callousness, its mouth open wide,
And a beast of indifference there at its side

The children in the town give a cry of despair
As they search for what would save them, but find it's not there
These children are chased by these creatures above
Searching in vain for a shield forged of love

He saw the creatures getting closer, then it all became clear,
He held the dish and said "from this world, disappear..."
The Earth breathed a sigh, the dark thunder clouds broke,
The wind whispered "Thank you"...then, he awoke.

He jumped up out of bed, it was so real it seemed,
He said "Dad, let me tell you 'bout the story I dreamed"
He told the tale to his father, his mother, his friends,
They said "It's just a dream, so forget it! A dream always ends..."

He ran into the fields in the bright summer sun
His dream faded behind him, it was time to have fun...
As he played in the meadow, there behind some large rocks,
He saw an old scroll, and a strange wooden box...

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Seventeen Giraffes
(Sometimes Kids Can Help Teachers Learn)
 Words and Music by Bill Pere

I worked on this problem so long
The teacher said my answer was wrong
She said "Take seventeen giant giraffes,
I get one ninth, you get one third, Elmo gets half.
It seems you don't know know how to divide!"
And then she took me aside...
She looked at me, a stone cold face, very stern
But sometimes kids can help teachers learn

She said "One ninth of seventeen is one point nine....
That many giraffes will be mine...
One third of them is five point six --
Look them over, then you make your picks
Half of them is eight point five -- "
I said "But don't we all want them alive?"
She looked at me, like I spoke out of turn,
But sometimes kids can help teachers learn.

Now I didn't have to write a great thesis
To know you can't cut giraffes into pieces
I said "Let's borrow a giraffe from a friend
We can give it back to him whole in the end...
And look how that gets things resolved.
And this problem can neatly be solved!"
She looked at me, I said "No cause for concern...
Sometimes kids can help teachers learn."

I said "One half of eighteen is nine
One third is six , that's just fine
One ninth equals two, and I'm on a roll
Cause that's seventeen giraffes, and they're all whole!
Then give back the borrowed one and that's eighteen,
And everything's right, you see what I mean?"
She looked at me, the corners of her mouth start to turn...
Sometimes kids can help teachers learn...

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Bubble Bath -- Music by Bill Pere ,
using the voice of Kimberley Potts

You're hearing music with no instruments, and voices with no words. The
sounds you hear which seem like bells, keyboards or dolphins are actually
the sounds of a human voice. How can that be? Kimberley said her name into a
computer called a sampler, which measured the sound 44,000 times a second
and turned it into numbers. This allows us to take little pieces of the word
and do things to it . We can make it higher, lower, backwards, or inside
out. We can mix it with other sounds. We can use these sounds just like
musical instruments to make melodies and chords. The bubble -popping sounds
you hear are the "B" sounds from "Kimberley". The clicking sounds are the
"K". The organ-type sound s are from the vowels and the letter "m". You can also
hear notes made up of "Berl" and "Ly". Every sound in the song comes from
"Kimberly".
Sampling, which is used in a lot of today's music is one example of how
music and math, art and technology work together to create new things.
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Someone To Come Along
Words and Music by Bill Pere

Young girl, feeling sad, feeling misunderstood
Finding out that being alone is no good
Looking for someone who can share your rhyme,
So you spend some time between the pages of a fantasy tale
Where all the heroes don't know how to fail
But when you flip that last page over
And the book's back on the shelf,
You're still standing by yourself
Wondering what went wrong
Looking for someone to come along...

Young girl, wondering why it seems so hard to find a friend
Someone who won't wait 'till you've stopped smiling and then
Say they only like you with a smiling face,
So you go running, crying to a place your fingers feel when the piano sings
Hidden between the hammers and the strings
But when when you look you find the music fades, it doesn't linger
And when the last chord is dissolved
The problem isn't solved
You're still searching for a song
Looking for someone to come along...

It's hard when you've hung your dream upon a star
In a world where people just don't see that far
You feel left out, you don't know what to say...
But you'll find that you're not the one who's left behind.
You stand alone because it's you who leads the way...

Young girl, wondering "Why is everybody throwing words around?"
Wondering why they ring with such a hollow sound,
Trying to get you to buy everything they say
So you slip away, where you can run and ride all through your dreams
Where things are plain and simple, so it seems
But when you get that picture perfect
And you open up your eyes,
There's still clouds in the skies
You're still feeling something strong
Looking for someone to come along...

It's hard, when everyone is going rushing by
And you're taking time and asking why
"Won't someone tell me please?"
But you'll find that you're not the one who's really blind
You stand alone 'cause you're the only one who sees...

So just keep telling your own tales,
Singing your own songs,
Dreaming your own dreams,
And someday, somewhere, someone will come along

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The Little Pro-Fusser
Music by Bill Pere - Words by Boris Bogbelly

Ah, Ah, Ah Ah,Ah, Ah Ah, Ah, Ah Ehh, Ehh
I-hihihih, I-hihihih, I-hihihih, I-hihihih,
gbhgbhgbhg, gbhgbhgbghb... gbhgbhgbhg, gbhgbhgbghb i-hihihih
Ah, Ah, Ah
eeh-eenh, eeh-eenh, eeh-eenh, eeh-eenh,
Bwweh! Ayeweh! aaayyeweh! Ah!
Ayurrrghh! Ayurrrghh!
Hinngeh-Hic! Hinngeh-Hic! Hinngeh-Hic!
Awwehwehhoweh-oh! Awwehwehhoweh-oh! Awwehwehhoweh
OOughrreghahigghewirrrughu........AAAhhh!

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The Singer and His Son
Words and Music by Bill Pere

In the chill of autumn morning, the boy upon his knee
Would look up with bright eyes that ask "What story will it be?"
They'd sit and sing together, tell a tale or three
Young thirsty eyes drink in the world, so much of life to see...

Life has lots of lyrics, he'd learn a little at a time
How the rhythm of the music fit the harmony and rhyme
The songs would soon be over but the tale was never done
Each day's a brand new chorus for the singer and his son

Each time he'd face a crossroad, the boy would find a word
Hidden in some distant chorus somewhere that he'd heard
To help him through the paths of growing up and growing strong
Heading toward the time when he'd be writing his own song...

Life has lots of lyrics, he'd learn a little at a time
How the rhythm of the music fit the harmony and rhyme
The songs would soon be over but the tale was never done
Each day's a brand new chorus for the singer and his son

The pieces of life's puzzle for the boy fell into place
Like poetry well polished with fine music interlaced
The singer sang the lessons learned with laughter and with tears

And hoped the boy would take one simple tune with him through all his years
A day would come, the duo was just a solo act
The little boy then fully grown would cast his memories back
And recall the simple lesson of how the music of his life
Could bring a smile to someone sad some chilly autumn night...

Life has lots of lyrics, he'd learn a little at a time
How the rhythm of the music fit the harmony and rhyme
The songs would soon be over but the tale was never done
Each day's a brand new chorus for the singer and his son

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Voices of the Young
Words and Music by Bill Pere

We're waiting in the wings and listening as the voices sing
And someday, we'll be at center stage...
Promises have all been made, the same old songs have been replayed
But soon now, we'll turn a brand new page...

Give a song that's yet unsung to the voices of the young
Let them sing, let them soar, and every phrase that they borrow
They'll shape with their own word, Soon you'll know you've heard
A song of hope, a song of love that will bring us a brighter tomorrow
For all the world to share...

Conducting from a tired score, taking measures that have played before
But somehow, it seems it's getting worse...
It seems that no one would suppose that if we tried, we could compose
A new song, new chorus and new verse...

Give a song that's yet unsung to the voices of the young
Let them sing, let them soar, and every phrase that they borrow
They'll shape with their own word, Soon you'll know you've heard
A song of hope, a song of love that will bring us a brighter tomorrow
For all the world to share...
 
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