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 SAN DIEGO—In these songs, Hal considers the mixed collection of good and bad qualities that combine in human beings. To hear the audio, click on the title above each song. To access Hal's overall collection, please click here.
#138 -- Second Best
#168 -- They May Say
#164 -- What Am I?
#138, Second Best
In school I always studied with tireless energy,
But never earned a single grade much higher than a “B.”
And then I quit my schooling, with acting in my heart.
But trying out I always got the understudy part.
In most of life’s endeavors,
In most of what I do,
I come out as a runner-up,
I end up number two.
In skiing competition I brave the winter cold,
But all the medals I have won are silver, never gold.
I’m fond of making music with fiddle under chin,
But ev’ry time I play with friends it’s second violin.
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While serving in the army I fought on foreign land,
Leading troops to victory as second-in-command.
I’ve held elected office, been chosen more than twice,
But never as a president--only as a vice.
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There’s only one exception when I’m not number two,
And that’s when I am spending time exclusively with you.
Whenever we’re together, I cannot be outdone;
For any time that I’m with you I know I’m number one.
Although I’m only second
In most of what I do,
I get my greatest kicks in life
By being first with you.
#168, They May Say
When I am dead and gone to dust,
Old friends may speak of me,
Discuss the kind of man I was
And how I used to be.
Well, they may say I only sat
And watched the world go by,
In no way known for doing work,
In no way known to try.
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Or they may say I never spoke
When friends came by to chat,
That all I did was sit and eat
And slowly put on fat.
Of all the things that they may say
When I exist no more,
I hope that they will never say:
He really was. . .
He really was. . .
He really was a bore!
#164, What Am I?
I take each chance that I can find
To please your heart, delight your mind.
I speak my love; I tell you jokes;
I even compliment your folks.
What am I
In all I do
If what I am
Is not for you?
I seek to please through constant touch.
I squeeze your hand, but not too much.
I rub your back when we’re in bed
And nightly, gently scratch your head.
What am I
In all I do
If what I am
Is not for you?
I’ve always done just what I could
To help assure that you feel good.
But if I give and never get,
I’ll say goodbye with no regret.
What am I
In all I do
If what I am
Is not. . .
Really not. . .
For you?
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