Cannibal Eyes
Paul McCartney claims that the tune for “Yesterday” came to him in a dream. The lyrics didn’t arrive until later – the working title for the song was originally “Scrambled Eggs.” It began with the following couplet:
I’m betting it all goes downhill from there.
Well, I had my own Paul McCartney experience last night. I was dreaming of a wedding – not sure who’s it was; maybe it was mine? – where the groom began singing to his lovely bride, and the tune was a croony, Sinatra-style standard out of the classic American songbook called “Cannibal Eyes.” I can only remember snatches of it from the dream, but this morning in the shower and on the way to work, I came up with three verses and a chorus. It probably needs more, but I think this is a pretty good start for a Thursday morning.
I obviously can’t provide the melody via a blog post, so imagine your own, sung in the style of a Bill Murray-esque lounge lizard:
I think I should submit this to the American Idol songwriting contest next year.
Scrambled Eggs
Oh my baby, how I love your legs…
I’m betting it all goes downhill from there.
Well, I had my own Paul McCartney experience last night. I was dreaming of a wedding – not sure who’s it was; maybe it was mine? – where the groom began singing to his lovely bride, and the tune was a croony, Sinatra-style standard out of the classic American songbook called “Cannibal Eyes.” I can only remember snatches of it from the dream, but this morning in the shower and on the way to work, I came up with three verses and a chorus. It probably needs more, but I think this is a pretty good start for a Thursday morning.
I obviously can’t provide the melody via a blog post, so imagine your own, sung in the style of a Bill Murray-esque lounge lizard:
Cannibal Eyes!
You know it’s true that I have Cannibal Eyes
Feel them devour you – your lips, your heart, your thighs
Your neck’s a tasty prize
For Cannibal Eyes
Cannibal Eyes!
You’ll never bug me with my Cannibal Eyes
‘Cause even ugly body parts you may despise
They taste like cherry pies
To Cannibal Eyes
CHORUS:
These eyes, they find you amazing
If you were mine, I’d spend all day grazing
Want to dine upon your fine glazing
Over Cannibal Eyes
Cannibal Eyes!
You know they’re waiting – they’re my Cannibal Eyes
They’re salivating as they serve you up with fries
It’s love that satisfies
My Cannibal Eyes
I think I should submit this to the American Idol songwriting contest next year.
9 Comments:
I am mildly disturbed. If you sing this at my wedding, I'll have you taken out back and beaten with brass knuckles...
Just kidding. But please, please, don't sing this at a wedding.
I feel like I should shower.
Now can anyone wonder why I fell in love???
Love is gay.
No mustard reference.
Love is blind.
If it isn't it should be. Personaly i'd decapitate it.
SM
"Now can anyone wonder why I fell in love???"
*raises his hand*
Little late today with the post today,
blogboy.
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