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Songs we sing to Jamieson
I sing traditional lullabies to Jamieson, but also more modern stuff. The thing I’ve realized, in trying to find suitable songs to sing to him, is that traditional lullabies don’t have many breaks for instrumentation. You pretty much sing each line one right after the other. Not so with modern songs. If I take a break to wait for the instrumental parts to be over (even if it’s just half a measure), Jamie can get fussy. So I run all the lines together and it just sounds WEIRD.
I sure wish I could sing like Doc does. His voice, as I’ve mentioned before, is so rich and full and velvety smooth. I could listen to him ALL DAY LONG. Jamie finds it very comforting, I think, and so do I. My voice is not awful, and I can carry a tune rather well, but it’s not the same as when daddy sings to baby. I guess mommy’s softer higher voice has its merits in Jamie’s mind, though.
Jamie’s favorite: Bridge Over Troubled Water, Simon and Garfunkel. Always sung by his daddy, in that lovely deep rumbly voice. Often effective at calming a meltdown, especially when Doc sings it in full voice (read: awesomely powerful). Doc sang this to me, as well, when I was having awful labor pains. I love that the three of us have this connection to this song. Me peripherally, but still.
You Are My Sunshine. You are my sunshine, my Jamie sunshine (or my blue-eyed sunshine)…
Darling Clementine, such a sad song about a miner’s daughter who drowned. I think my mom sang it to me when I was little. It’s melancholy and I find it comforting. I looked up all the lyrics this morning, because I realized that I only know it phoenetically from when I was little. “Herring boxes without topses, sandals were for Clementine.” I was pretty dead-on, phoenetically, actually.
Birdhouse in Your Soul, They Might Be Giants. Another one Doc uses a lot. My name is blue canary, one note spelled L-I-T-E!
Comfortably Numb, Pink Floyd (yes, I sing a song about shooting heroin to my child) (yes, I know it’s about much more than drugs 🙂
Alison, Elvis Costello. I change “Alison” to “Jamieson” and really I only sing the chorus.
Wish You Were Here, Pink Floyd
Help, The Beatles
Manamana, from The Muppet Show. I often substitute words, such as “Banana bread” or “Phenomenon” or “It’s Ramadan.” Kathryn suggests “Gulab jamun” (an Indian dessert, squishy little super-sweet cake balls floating in sugar syrup), and that works well too.
The theme song from Pinky and the Brain. By the dawning of the sun, they’ll take over the world!
Brainstem, from Pinky and the Brain. Nothing wrong with teaching cranial anatomy to a 5-week-old, right?
New this morning: Doc discovered that Nine to Five, by Dolly Parton, turned Mr. Cry-Cry Pants into Mr. Sleepy Pants, when accompanied by bouncing.