songs_of_my_childhood belly fire I tried very hard to think back to all the songs of my early childhood. There were so many short-versed rhymes that my mother sang to me, and so many more that my cousin would teach me in the first few years that I can remember. It's funny how they have stayed in my memory all these years...and why suddenly I became worried I would lose them was strange. I wondered if I would have songs to sing to my babies. All night I sang to myself at work, trying to remember all the verses of Jesus Loves Me and Ontop of Spaghetti. You are my Sunshine is such a sad song, it seems to me now. Even Inch Worm had a sad tune to it. What were all the songs of my childhood? Does my mom remember? I can remember her singing Bye Baby Bunting into my ear one night when I cried over a painful earache. And five little ducks... Oh god and watching Sharon, Lois, and Bram on the Elephant Show. Will I remember these songs and sing them for my babies? 040529 ... magpie "...popcorn popping on the apricot tree..." one of the first songs i can remember i recall singing it in sunday school along with "...I am a child of god and he has sent me here..." i could totally see the popcorn popping in my head, an image i haven't forgotten and raggle taggle gypsies-o i think that one along with another my brothers and sisters sang my mom designated a part of the song to each of us and we sang it all together in turns, i guess i was about fourish then my mom used to tell me the story of abiyoyo i can remember it comforting me when i was six frightened by the sound of the wind howling the trees and then of course there is the oats and beans and barley song which i never quite got right 040529 ... magpie first song i can remember making up was all about fruit. apples, oranges, pears etc. again, i think i was about fourish but my mind is a tad numb the song started to come to me in the tub and by by the time i was done and brushing my teeth for bed i had a song to sing to sleep i also made a song about seahorsies. our bath tiles had seahorse designs they were highly inspiring was a fun song... can't remember any of the words though then when i was sevenish on my way to school with my slightly older sister we would make up songs one day we made up this one: "putin' on my shoes and thinkin' of the blues and today is going to be A wonderful day-ay-ay-ay what can i say-ay-ay-ay toooooday issss going tooo be A wonderfullllll dayyyyyyyyy!!!!!!" i still sing that in my head sometimes 040529 ... magpie *puttin' 040529 ... pobodys nerfect Those sound like wonderful memories :) I also was a child who loved to sing(and i still do even now). One of my favourite songs as a little girl was one called "All the tea in China", by Susan Jacks. And then I grew up and began collecting teapots :D 040529 ... puredream Baby Balooga in the Deep Blue Sea, Swims so wild and swims so free. -Rafi That's when I believed in freedom. What's when I knew freedom. Now's when I search for freedom once again. Hand in hand with all the songs of my childhood. 040529 ... pobody pipey? 0.o 040529 ... magpie ring around the rosie 040530 ... belly fire His Banner Over Us Lord of the Dance 040604 ... tessa don't cry little fishies no crying no more hey ho little fishies no crying no more 040830 ... aM i DiStUrBeD? Me and my mum were always talking about old wives tales, superstitions and being different. Everyone says you shouldnt step on the craks, its bad look!! I guess thats where i got it from, my ability to disagree with everyone and what the think, joy. ;) But anyway, we used to make up silly little songs about stepping on the craks of the street. O the significance of those little songs now, being different. *sighs* 040830 ... aM i DiStUrBeD? *cracks **they Damn it... 040830 ... bijou my parents used to sing to me every night before i went to sleep. i just remembered that. songs from our church. the one i can remember was when the lord brought back the captive ones from zion we were like those who dreamed the lord has done great things for us we are very very glad, we are glad. i called it the "cathy" song because thats what i thought they said instead of "captive." both my mom and dad would take turns singing to me. my mom's voice was kind of squeaky but i thought it was so pretty. 040830 ... bijou me and my dad used to sing "so happy together." that was our song. 040830 ... unhinged you_are_my_sunshine was my bedtime mommy song any and many harry_chapin songs ; cat's in the cradle...and all the other ones that people don't know; people don't even know cat's in the cradle as a harry song. my dad had a huge autographed photo of harry hanging up on the wall with all the family photos along the staircase of the house i grew up in. i would have gone to many concerts, but harry died in a car accident the year i was born. i was born five weeks premature and had to be lifeflighted to a different hospital while my mom was forced to stay in the hospital i was born in cause she developed some weird pregnancy sickness and my dad drove breast milk to me everyday and fed me and sang me to sleep with harry songs. they are wonderful songs for kids. there's the song where the little boy in kindergarten tries to use uncoventional colors in his pictures and the teacher tells him 'green leaves are green and blue skies are blue; there's no need to do things any other way then the way they always have been done' and by the end of the song the boy's first grade teacher is trying to break the horrible limitations that his matronly grump of a kindergarten teacher instilled in him. and the obvious cat's in the cradle 'cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon little boy blue ran away with the moon when you coming home dad? i don't know when...but we'll get together then son, you know we'll have a good time then' or the circle song 'the days keep going round again, the years keep going by' i went to open mike night with her because she needed my money to get drunk. and she had a fake so she could get both of us drinks. four jack 'n' cokes later this hot italian guy got on stage and sang 'mr. tanner', a harry song about a small town dry cleaner who's clients convinced him to sing in carnegie hall who gets bad reviews from the critics 'he did not know how well he sang; it just made him whole' i in my drunken stupor stood on the edge of the tables heckling belligerently 'way to play the harry chapin dude' and he put his hand to his eyes and peered out into the crowd and i'm sure he was thinking 'what the hell young chick in this crowd knows i'm playing a harry_chapin song ?' and while i was drunk under age and some older guy hit on me in a dark dirty youngstown bar, i thought of my dad. talk about a buzz kill. 040831 ... megan i grew up with sixties and seventies rock my lullaby came from grand funk railroad my playtime was to the tune of sweet home alabama and i fell head over heels in love with the eagles and fleetwood mac so glad i turned out somewhat normal 040831 what's it to you? who go blather from