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Yesterday When I Was Dumb - a Benign Parody By T Wignesan
YESTERDAY WHEN I WAS DUMB - A Benign Parody (with sincere enough apologies and more to those who made the original composition an all-time great. T. Wignesan) Refrain : Yesterday when I was dumb I couldn't tell a song from any sore thumb All the tunes I hummed with my silent tongue Were but tinnitus on my ear-drums sweet songs I sung All the pretty frisky girls passed me quickly by Yet I don't know why I couldn't even cry I couldn't remember the sounds made by warbling birds Nor the thunderous laughter I heard bursting from the clouds All the songs I learnt line by line by heart Kept mocking me in the stillness of my thoughts (Refrain) The wintry winds I weathered in my feathered bed Warmed by lilting melodies in my love-sick head All the words of songs lame casualties on my tongue I could not sleep nights heaving on one lone lung In my dreams I tussled with girls sticking out their tongues I lisped some sounds like grunts to appease their wrongs But I'd as lief be made a clown sans papier-mâché crown Than be mocked by childhood girls I rolled atop meadow down (Refrain) Each full day I prayed for the right word to come to mind Nothing doing ! I always mixed and twisted words on the line Then I always drop shut the shutters, drew the curtains tight Shut myself up in the shower to croon some line just right " No bloody use " the misted mirror said : " You cannot win a Grammy " " Oh ! What use is a tongue if it cannot taste the kiss of melody ! " I've lived so long to know there's only one way to say : " Goodbye ! " No words on lines nor tunes, just a look, a wave of a hand and a sigh ! (Refrain) Yesterday I was dumb but today I have my own pounding tom-tom With signs and signals to speak the language of the drum And the orchestra sweeps over strings and the smiling moon And I no longer seek to put words on line to croon Oooh ! Yesterday ! I felt the stings in the cockles of my heart Yet today I sing blood red the sounds surging through the chart Oooooh Oooooh…. Yesterdaaay…. © T. Wignesan - Paris, May 3, 2019
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