March 2003

Song Fu #4, Round 2: “Write a march.”

Oh.

This one started out as a collection of events that occured in the month March throughout the years. I compiled a list out of old diary entries and then realized that the whole thing would become way too long, even if I left out the year numbers. I could make an epic tale using personal and historic events, but 1) it would have been an enormous task to make it all rhyme and fit (no to mention the inflated song length) and 2) there was a deadline to be met. Even with the reduced lyrical load I was tempted to leave out the first verse and chorus. Certainly, some people will skip halfway through the song thinking it just goes on until the 31st. Which it kind of does. But hey, look, there’s a little sad true love story in it! And a WAR! (And in case the lyrics are ambiguous: “we” = “me and someone else”, not “me and the war.”)

Please check out the other entries and then proceed to vote for your five favourite marches.

Download the song: mp3 (more music)

The 1st was a Saturday. The 2nd was a Sunday. The 3rd was a Monday. The 4th was a Tuesday. The 5th was a Wednesday. The 6th was a Thursday. The 7th was a Friday. The 8th was a Saturday.
And my life goes by and time marches on
And all the things I know will soon be gone
And in a century or two there will be no more me and you.
So I enjoy my days as I march along.

The 10th was a Monday. The sky was really cloudy. It rained on the 11th. The 12th was a Wednesday. The 13th was a Thursday. The 14th was a Friday. The 15th was a Saturday. The 16th was a Sunday.
And my life goes by and time marches on
And all the things I love will soon be gone
And in a century or two there will be no more me and you.
But the nuclear waste we made is going to linger on.

The 17th was a Monday. The 18th was a Tuesday. The 19th was a Wednesday and then there was a war. We met on the 21st. I’d hoped we’d come today. Spring was finally here and with it sunny weather.
And my life goes by and time marches on
And up to the present day I wonder what went wrong.
The 22nd was a Saturday and slowly my hopes started fading away.
By the 23rd they were gone and time kept marching on.

24th: Monday. 25th: Tuesday. 26th: Wednesday. 27th: Thursday. 28th: Friday. 29th: Saturday. 30th: Sunday. 31st: Monday.
And my life goes by and time marches on
And all the things I love will soon be gone
And in a century or two there will be no more me and you.
So I enjoy my days as I march along.

(words and music by Johannes Schult)