The MC would improvise lyrics in the same way that the jazz players would improvise melodies.

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The title was taken from the lyrics to a Jefferson Airplane song. The lyrics go, Remember what the dormouse said.

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Just learn the words

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And she has this one passage here.

The lyrics of the songs could be pretty much understood.

This one's more about the lyric.

I like the words

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I made up lots of the lyrics because I'm not a singer.

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How did they think of those words?

Longing for their home far away, near the border.

We have so many requests for this song. And I have some English lyrics.

The sun through the bower peeps Into thine eyes!

It is just words. And I sing it joyfully.

You know, in my defense, there was no Google at that time you could not just Google in '91.

(singing if I fall ill, I won't go to the doctors.)

Who will appreciate the true value of my verses?

The lyrics to the leading track are Ain't no grave can hold my body down.

Maybe you'd like it better if I set lyrics to it.

There's no vocal.

Revolutions with macabre words!

And this is a song medley I put together Did you ever notice that four in the morning has become some sort of meme or shorthand?

We don't want the words. Just the melody.

It's kind of cool. Songwriters can sort of get away with murder.

If you listen to foreign language songs, feel tunes nice, but do not understand the lyrics, then you can not say you like this song, can only say that like the tune.

Chinese Outside your door the world is waiting.

Narrator Kanzi plays the xylophone using both hands he enthusiastically accompanies Dr. Sue's singing.

Ever have a tune run through your head and you can't remember the words?

Having an evening of international philosophy, poetry, song and meditation tonight at my salon.

Dancers, singers, the sketches.

Fire is gone out of the rods of its branches, it has devoured its fruit, so that there is in it no strong rod to be a scepter to rule. This is a lamentation, and shall be for a lamentation.

Fire is gone out of the rods of its branches, it has devoured its fruit, so that there is in it no strong rod to be a scepter to rule. This is a lamentation, and shall be for a lamentation.

And fire is gone out of a rod of her branches, which hath devoured her fruit, so that she hath no strong rod to be a sceptre to rule. This is a lamentation, and shall be for a lamentation.