To feel the likes

Updated from the Feb post.....
When you’re staring at your morning face

And your friends all hate the human race

There are a few that you wouldn’t erase

They make you feel you’re loved

Evening traffic and the likes appear

So does that stalker that you sometimes fear 

He’d like to hold you for 1 million years 

And all your pics he loves

I know you haven’t made your mind up yet 

Your event list a mile long 

Click going when your mind is set

And hope your friends all come along

You’ve been tagged so much you’re feeling bruised

You wake each day to your timeline news

And reminded what you used to do 

And see that you are loved

The storms are raging over gun control

And all the Me toos  in between

When you need reprieve and lol

You check a dweeby friend.

He can make you happy, make you laugh a few

There is nothing he wouldn’t do

Go and find a meme just for you

To make you feel you’re loved
Go and find a meme just for you

To make you feel you’re loved.

Parody of Bob Dylan’s “To Make you Feel my Love”

By Dave Schipper © 2018 Rose Riversongs

Ok normally I don't give the story behind these pieces, but this one is too fun.  It started with a conversation with a friend Jessie McDonald if I should tag her on a picture.  My comment was "You are tagged so much you must feel bruised"  This morning I did a quick google to see it anyone had coined that expression and I couldn't find it.  Morning commute and news was boring so I turned off the radio, now what could I do with that line. I said it in such a way it reminded me of Dylan's song.  I did have to re-listen to the song to get the start of some of the verses, but a good parody needs to match the original as much as possible.  I was so surprised that there was a line about being black and blue, it forced me to use my first idea as the 3rd verse.



Here are the original lyrics, feel free to grade me on my parody skills, and avid readers know this isn't the first time I've parodied Bob.  (Click here for Hey Mr. Tangerine)

Make You Feel My Love by Bob Dylan

When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love

When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one there to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love

I know you haven’t made your mind up yet But I would never do you wrong
I’ve known it from the moment that we met
No doubt in my mind where you belong

I’d go hungry, I’d go black and blue
I’d go crawling down the avenue
There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do
To make you feel my love

The storms are raging on the rollin’ sea
And on the highway of regret
The winds of change are blowing wild and free
You ain’t seen nothing like me yet I could make you happy, make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn’t do
Go to the ends of the earth for you
To make you feel my love

Copyright © 1997 by Special Rider Music

I actually laughed when I first had to learn the song for a wedding that I backed up Katie Johnson singing, here was a Bob Dylan song I didn't know.  Then to find out that I owned the CD and had ignored the song and it was a Garth Brooks cover the bride liked. If you don't know the song, here's a video I put together a while back.  I had recorded Katie so she could practice the song than added my voice later.  (I referred to it as my beauty and the beast duet.  Ha)

Lucky dog

I am a copy of my old man

One that flirts with every pretty miss

You can trust me I’m no Peter Pan

I’ll sometimes hug, but never do I kiss

Why don’t we spend some time? 

Crying about a show.

Why don’t we talk a while? 

About your favorite Bordeaux

That dress that Margret wore 

Or what veggie you will grow.

Girl you got a friend

And I really want to know.

I am lucky dog, a trait I hold dear

Just lead me for a walk, throw me a smile.

I’ll sing you up a song, not loud but clear

Maybe a Dylan tune, but always worthwhile.

So you’re in Paradise

Hallelujah my friend

So when Johnny died

Did you Cry Cry Cry

Or sat alone in blue

Just tangled up again

Which tune you’d like to hear.

Knock twice for a Dylan.

I am a copy of my old man

One that flirts with every pretty miss

You can trust me, I’m no Peter Pan

I’ll sometimes hug, but rarely do I kiss

by Dave Schipper © 2016 Rose Riversongs

I decided to make this a spoken word piece on Bones  CD by Lucky Dog.


Here was it sounded like as a song.

Come check my heart

Photo Credit
Ok.. here you can listen to the demo with you are reading:
Click here for the most recent demo.

Come check my heart, my lights are flashing,

Come check my heart, you need no warning 

Come check my heart, it's beating faster 

Come check my heart, here in the morning

Cat’s on the pillow case, and dust on my shoes,

You’re sleeping in lace, so hard to refuse,

His is lost is my gain, I’m grateful too,

I can sense your pain, I’m the one for you,

Chorus

Your cross is scarred; you take all dares,

You hold every card, in this new love affair

So hold me close, and trust in me, 

I am no ghost, in that you’ll see.

Chorus

The coffee poured, the rain begins

No points were scored, and no talk of sin

You pet the cat, and purr yourself

I’m thinking that my heart’s been dealt.

Chorus

by Dave Schipper (c) 2017 Rose Riversongs

Notes: Here's another one inspired by Dylan (think Forgetful Heart) but started in the dumbest way.  I was driving to work and heard a commercial for an auto parts and going there if your check engine light is on.  I was reaching over to turn it off for silence in the car and that message resonated.  Truly this is my alter ego and I'll have fun singing it someday with a gravely 70's edition Bob voice.  Also I thought I'd share I write safely in the car today with technology, although my voice translation is pretty hilarious.  I thought I'd share it with you.

Busking

The story started that day in the park 

She had a guitar in hand. 

It was her first time busking 

Who she was, he was clearly in the dark. 

Strange to hear Dylan from one so young 

He won’t think twice it’s alright 

But that long red hair, reminded him 

Yes her name was on the tip of his tongue. 

He’s stood before artists in the past 

But this time he twitched 

His skin didn’t fit right 

Normally a just buck before he passed. 

This time he wanted to leave his soul 

He wanted to apologize 

He wished she was her 

And he could tell that he lost control. 

Hidden high schools wounds reopened

A twenty in a hat closed it 

A surprised musician looked up 

Having no ideas what just happened. 

Hey thanks, my name is Lauren she yelled 

He kept walking head down 

Suddenly screeching brakes 

But his life kept him self-propelled. 

Well she wish she knew his name, 

This busking is brisk 

And who knows who 

Smiling, she winked and played “Shame” 

 Dave Schipper (c) 2008 Rose Riversongs myspace.com/laurenzettler  Updated in 2022 http://www.laurenzettler.com/

Hey Mr. Tangerine Man

Hey Mr. Tangerine Man (a parody by Dave Schipper © 2006 Rose Riversongs


Chorus:
Hey! Mr. Tangerine Man, place some hair on me,
I'm not sleepy, won’t you walk across my bladder.
Hey! Mr. Tangerine Man, place some hair on me,
In the early mornin’ please yowl a little louder

Though I know your evenin's venture
has returned mouse in mouth
Dropped neatly on the couch,
Left me blindly here to stand at the brink of gagging.
Your weariness amazes me,
You’re sleeping in a heep,
Baked in the sun shine heat
And your little head too dead for dreaming.


Now take this catnip for your
magic swirlin' trip,
Your senses will be slipped, your paws won't feel to grip,
Your tail will attack, daring you to be pouncing
You’re ready to go outside,
Your ready to come in
To go out, to come in, to go out and come in
And then back out again.

Chorus.

Though I see you runnin', spinnin', jumpin'
madly across the room,
It’s not away from anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
But it’s from the invisible foes your facin'.
Yes to dance beneath the human
is not against your pride
When there Kitty treats involved, or chunks of cheese not small
You think, there’s finally a use for him after all.

Chorus.