Lyric: Jasmine Garland

Lyric: Jasmine Garland

(To the tune of Bangawan Solo)

Male version:

Can you turn back time?

Blind your heart to the past?

Try to lightly laugh away

The wager I made and lost?

Let your memories die?

Never mention my name?

Claim that love is food for fools

Or merely a drunken game?

Yet at times you will remember

The jasmine garland that you wore

When I kissed you in the twilight

And swore we’d part no more.

Though I can’t forgive

I can never forget

For the fragrance of our love

Is sweet as your jasmine yet.

Female version:

(First two stanzas remain the same)

Yet at times you will remember

The jasmine garland that I wore

When you kissed me in the twilight

And swore we’d part no more.

Though I can’t forgive

I can never forget

For the fragrance of our love

Is sweet as my jasmine yet.

COPYRIGHT (C) 2010 J D FRODSHAM

Cancer in a Smart Suburb

Cancer in a Smart Suburb

Damned if I’m going to die upon a Monday,

The Benz must have its weekly wash and shine.

Tuesday’s no day for death-beds either,

When friends turn up for barbecues and wine.

Wednesday is highly inconvenient,

Sailing till sunset, drinks round at the Club.

Thursday, of course, is my main golfing day.

(My handicap’s still thirteen, there’s the rub).

Friday has all my favourite sitcoms,

The ones the arty-farty critics panned,

Saturday is rugger, Rules or cricket

(I have a gold pass to the members’ stand).

Sundays, I’m churchwarden at St Mary’s.

(God knows the Vicar couldn’t do without me),

Then tea and tennis in the afternoon

Or sex – there’re always pretty girls about me.

There ought to be a special day for dying,

It shouldn’t come round more than once a year;

I’ll send a memo to the CEO!

I’ll bet my life He’ll jump at the idea.

COPYRIGHT (C) 2010 J D FRODSHAM

Song

Song

Wild honey of Delphi

I taste you at midnight,

I drink you at noontide,

I sip you at sunset and dawn.

Sweet wine from twin snow-covered hills,

From the translucent fountain,

From the coral-tipped cleft in the rock

Where wild honey is born. 

COPYRIGHT (C) 2010 J D FRODSHAM