AT THE GREEN CABARET  or ...                      THE STORY
WHERE ALIENS PLAY
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At the green cabaret
            the aliens say
                        earth is the best holiday place
At the green cabaret
            where aliens play
                        they snork and they squink
                        they kanick and forink
                        they gronk and shmunk
                        and terch and frunk
                                    so glad earth is just lightyears away

At the green cabaret
            they learn
                        to talk and to walk
                        to giggle and rip off
            like earthlings, they say,
                        howdy and hi and good day
            then they squaff and danick
            flabble and snick
            having fun    the alien way

They zachink and zaplak
plachuk and forzak
but they don't stare
            at the earthlings that roam everywhere
They don't point and don't stare
Still they snaflink and they plich
then say howdy and hi and good day
            and earthlings try not to stare

There's a stargate inside
where aliens arrive
            a passport in each dovork
Then with visas verified
they miffle and swive
so glad to be earthside
            where the natives are so shmink -
            and kadick and ronek and radink

Oh, at the green cabaret
            the aliens say
                        earth is the best holiday place
At the green cabaret
            where aliens play
                        they snork and they squink
                        they kanick and forink
                        they gronk and shmunk
                        and terch and frunk
                                    so glad earth is just lightyears away

Then they flaubik and fanonk
and zaveek, they are gone
time to move on
to zachink and zaplak back home

Elsa
June 25. 1998

© copyright Elsa Schieder, 2007, all rights reserved

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THE STORY BEHIND THE SONG

The first time I met Ed, back in June 1998 (as I know only because I remember the songs I wrote to his music, within a couple of days of meeting him, and I always date my songs), he played me about half a dozen melodies. For each I "heard" words - a good sign for me, as it means the music is alive for me.

I heard serious stuff - Can't See Inside Your Eyes.

I heard fun love stuff - Happy Anniversiary.

Then, for one of the melodies, what I heard was ...
At the Green Cabaret, the Aliens Play.

For me, almost all the time, there's been a big gap between hearing words, and getting them recorded. In this case, for the vocals I enlisted my partner, Philippe; my step-daughter, Julie, 9 years old at the time; and a friend of hers, Chloée (who found the song so weird, she ended up backing out). We rehearsed, and then Ed recorded our efforts, did the music and all the special effects.

Life went on. Nothing more was done. It takes a lot to keep going.

Over the past year (today it's September 30, 2007), I've developed this site, and now I'm turning my attention to the word pieces and especially to what has been recorded, and what could be uploaded.

The web is an amazing place. In the old world of recording, the goal was a final product, the best one could do. Here there's space for rough drafts.

So today this rough draft is going up on the web.

Elsa
September 30 2007

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AT THE GREEN CABARET - COPYRIGHT

copyright © 2007 - Elsa Schieder - words and vocals
copyright © 2007 - Ed Deigan, music, special effects, vocals
Philippe Guerin, Julie Guerin - vocals

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For another words music piece,
Who is My Match, click here.

For still another words music piece,
White Chocolate and Hot Fudge Sauce,
click here.

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          next moment gone
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Elsa
July 15, 2006
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