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The Butterfly Song (If I Were a Butterfly), is loved and sung around the world and we wanted you to have all the verses. You can also purchase Brian Howard's CD, If I Were a Butterfly, that includes this special song and many others by visiting The Butterfly Song Store - GOD BLESS YOU and have fun singing!
By Jeremiah TuckerGlobe columnistI'm going to cover two different topics today. The first is in honor of Halloween having taken place this week. Initially, I thought about trying to come up with a list of the creepiest songs of all time, but that would have required a lot of research and a lot of time, so instead I narrowed the list down to the all-time champ. The second is about the dangers of listening to independent music.The Creepiest Song of All-Time: Bob Carlisle's "Butterfly Kisses"Some may have gone with a Cannibal Corpse song or some other horror-metal act, but no song makes my skin crawl like "Butterfly Kisses."A big part of it is Bob singing the first-person dialogue. No grown man should ever sing the words: "You know how much I love you, Daddy, but if you don't mind I'm only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time." Yes, Bob's impersonation of a little girl imploring her daddy to allow her to just kiss him on the cheek - please, just the cheek, just this time, daddy! - would get the song a respectable placement on my list of all-time creep-out songs, but the fact that the listener is obviously supposed to find Bob's daughter's obsession endearing, even admirable, wins this song the top prize.Now I'm not saying you can't write a nice song about your daughter growing up, but of all the things one man might love about his daughter, why fixate on her kissing ability? I mean, Bob loved - loved! - his daughter's sweet, sweet butterfly kisses, and he lets you know it. Most of the song is Bob saying he did a lot of bad things in his life, but, man oh man, he certainly did something right to deserve his daughter's "love in the morning and butterfly kisses at night."And this song is not a fun line-dancing number. No, this song is a lament! Bob's pouring out his emotion; his daughter's getting married. He knows his butterfly kissing days are over, and he's not happy about it.Now perhaps there are some people who love this song and find it touching. That's fine. I'm not implying this song is necessarily anything less than chaste. However, I wonder if the song would still be popular if Bob sang nearly the exact same lyrics, except the song was about how great a butterfly kisser his son was. Somehow I doubt it, and that's what I find most disturbing about this song, the whole special father-daddy's-precious-pretty-little-princess relationship it's supposed to represent. I mean, did Bob's son get a firm handshake every evening after dad had his fill of butterfly kisses? The whole sentiment is just creepy, but the song is great for Halloween and bad weddings.Weed and indie musicA new public service announcement links smoking marijuana with listening to "indie rock." The ad, which is put out as part of the White House's Office of National Drug Control Policy's "Above the Influence" campaign, is a girl talking in a robot voice that transitions into her normal speaking voice as a subtle way of saying "it's totally rad to just be yourself, kids."The girl in the ad says: "Being popular was all I could think about last year. I wanted to, like, be cool with everybody. I listened to music that I didn't like and laughed at stuff that wasn't funny. I programmed myself to be a totally different person to everyone. But I wasn't myself. Now I'm not pretending to like indie rock or anything like that. And people think that's cool."Then a professional male voice tells you to live above the influence, live above weed, check out our Web site.I didn't think I would say this before I was 65 or so, but this is what my tax dollars are going toward? For one, these kind of anti-drug campaigns are essentially useless. Two, while I wish more kids had a philosophic appreciation for Britney Spears' "Toxic," I'm slightly offended by the tone of the ad, which seems to be that pot smokers are a bunch of weirdo slackers listening to The Walkermens and their Deathrap Taxies for Attractive People and what not. I am sick of these negative campaign ads! The skyrocketing obesity rate among young people is a much more dangerous societal problem than marijuana, but if ads portrayed young people who eat too much as negatively as they do kids who choose to smoke weed, people would be outraged.Imagine a little boy on an abandoned street looking around for someone who isn't there, and then a stentorian voiceover saying: "Go ahead, tubby, tell your little brother you forgot him because you were too busy stuffing your fat face. Don't be disgusting; live above the calories."But no, we have to coddle the chubby kids and vilify the pot smokers and indie rockers. It's not fair. Especially when many parents would probably rather their children smoke pot than be obese.Address correspondence to Jeremiah Tucker, c/o The Joplin Globe, P.O. Box 7, Joplin, MO 64802.
This week, we also commemorate an anniversary after having recalled Berlioz last week. In fact, the 150th anniversary of the death of another composer, Carl Loewe, also known as "the king of the ballad". He was one of our first composers here on Liederabend, we listened to one of his songs in August 2012. Back then I told a few notes about him; he was born in Löbejün (north of Germany) a few weeks before Schubert was born in Vienna, both in similar family circumstances. Both enjoyed an excellent musical training thanks to their achievements as choir boys, but the parallelism between their lives ends here.
Loewe achieved at 23 the permanent job that any young composer wished (from Schubert to Mahler, to mention two names that didn't get it) because it ensured them some income and, most important, that they could devote themselves to compose. Loewe earned a position as organist and musical director in Stettin (Prussia) and kept it for forty-six years until he retired in 1866. There he conducted the premiere of Felix Mendelssohn's A Midsummer Night's Dream, (the concert overture), and both collaborated on other projects later. Loewe, admired by composers such as Richard Wagner and Hugo Wolf, wrote many works: operas, oratorios, chamber music, symphonic pieces and, above all, songs.
Or, to be precise, ballads, because he specialized in telling stories, under the influence of composers such as Johann Zumsteeg, Friedrich Reichardt or Carl Zelter. He composed with great success hundreds of ballads, following a seemingly simple formula: strophic form, a melodic vocal line and an accompaniment technically simple but imaginative and charming. During the 40s and 50s, he did something unusual at that time when Art Song was a domestic matter: he performed his songs in concert. He didn't limit to accompany, he was the singer himself. His tours took him to England and, according to the chronicles, Queen Victoria became one of his most enthusiastic admirers.
I do not know if Die Sylphide was among the Queen's favorites (did she even listen to it?). The poem was written by someone I mentioned some times, last one in Saint George's Day, but only once as a poet (as a translator, in fact): Johann Gottfried Herder, one of the most important personalities of German culture during the second half of the 18th century. We owe him, probably, the close link between traditional poetry and Lied; he defended the need to preserve that cultural heritage. Let me remark that he understood by volkslieder, folk songs", something different from the modern meaning, that's to say, songs of unknown origin transmitted from one generation to the next. It was that and it was much more than that.
We're listening to Die Sylphide, a Loewe's song from Herder's Das Lied vom Schmetterlinge (The song of the butterfly), a poem about spring and life that we find in the third book of the second part of Volkslieder; Loewe changed the title and emphasized the sylph that appears there briefly. It's a charming song, a light ballad that reminds us of the flight of the butterfly, and this is the achievement of Loewe: the butterfly appears before our eyes, flutters, shows us its beauty and flies away, leaving us with a smile on our lips. Enjoy Die Sylphide, performed by Marlis Petersen and Camillo Radicke.
The song slightly reminds me of the cartoons that some kids watch, which is great! It is catchy and the vocabulary they use are easy to remember and understandable. The visuals they use are cute and shows everything about the life cycle of a butterfly very well.
The song was fun and it had a great vocabulary in it (milkweed instead of plant for example). The tempo of the song might be too fast for students who are learning English, but since this is an introduction type of a lesson, I would still use it. I thought the visuals in the video were stunning with great detail.
The Butterfly SongSong by Ross Lynch as Austin Moon and Laura Marano as Ally DawsonReleasedJanuary 15, 2012 (episode)Episode"Bloggers & Butterflies"
"Magazines & Made-Up Stuff"Genre(s)Acoustic, soft rockLength1:01ChronologyPreviousNext"It's Me, It's You""Trash Talka"Music videoThe Butterfly Song is an acoustic song that Ally Dawson wrote in kindergarten. It was originally featured in the episode Bloggers & Butterflies. This was the first song she had ever written, and was the song that made her decide she wanted to become a songwriter. Ally wrote this song for the spring pageant, because the theme was insects. Ally's classmate Tilly Thompson hated this song because she wrote "The Ladybug Song", which wasn't picked because it didn't rhyme and had lyrics that were irrelevant to Ladybugs. Austin later performed the Butterfly song at the Mall of Miami, when Tilly tried to make her sing the song in a failed attempt to use her stage fright against her for revenge. Most of the lyrics to the song weren't shown when Little Ally performed the song.