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This font is named Spangleware Blues after a song which I wrote some years ago.
I only write the lyrics, not the music as such, though I have tunes for the songs.
I published three spangleware songs. The third one is named Spangleware Blues.
Transcripts of the source code of three html files from that time are included after this note.
Each of them refers to a file song9000.gif. The song9000.gif file is simply 100 pixels by 100 pixels all in the same colour, namely red=128, green=255, blue=255.
Thus the lyrics of the songs are conserved within this font.
In relation to the poster in the creative writing setting text of the Spangleware Blues song, which at the time was just creative writing, not an actual poster which had been produced, I am now thinking that perhaps the poster could be produced using this Spangleware Blues font for the Sing for your supper? heading with the rest of the text in another font, perhaps, say, my 10000 font, though maybe another font would look good with the Spangleware Blues font. I am hoping that the poster would have an Art Deco look.
William Overington
11 February 2006
[song1009.htm]
Bangles and Spangles
Bangles and Spangles
William Overington
I have thought of how this song might be the first of a genre of spangleware
(using a word I have coined for the purpose) where a work is copyright yet
can be performed publicly free of royalty, yet a royalty is payable if the
song is recorded.
Maybe some performer starting out and looking for material might gather a repertoire
of spangleware and sing at open mic' events and perform in restaurants and so on
(maybe being paid or singing for supper) and if he or she gets a recording contract
will perhaps record the spangleware songs and ensure that the songwriter receives a royalty.
How about a CD entitled "Singing Spangleware" or perhaps a solo CD entitled
"<name of performer> sings Spangleware".
This song, Bangles and Spangles, actually discusses intellectual property rights in the
words of the song - and why not?
Imagine a singer in a small venue somewhere where there is a dimly lit restaurant with
lots of decorative copper and brass items on thick dark oak shelves and candlelight is
dancing on the curves of the copper and brass and producing spangles of light which vary
as we, as members of the audience, sit listening to the singer.
She is sat on a chair in an open area.
She is wearing a long dress, dark red with a small floral pattern in it.
The word spangles bounces into creative nooks and she is wearing a copper bangle on her right
wrist.
It is wide and patterned with a scroll work design.
Yet it cannot be seen from our viewpoint as we view her from her left and her right hand
is hidden from our view by the guitar that she plays as she sings.
She sings slowly and softly.
Bangles and spangles dance in the night
Candles light angles, as well they might
Bangles and spangles remind me of you
Bangles and spangles, sparkling and true
Bangles and spangles, spar....kling and true
This song that I sing
Is not written by me
By the terms of its license
I sing it for free
If I record it
There'll be royalty....
Bangles and spangles
I sing.... it for free
Bangles and spangles dance in the night
Candles light angles, as well they might
Bangles and spangles remind me of you
Bangles and spangles, sparkling and true
Bangles and spangles, spar....kling and true
On dark oaken shelves
Which blend into the night
From copper and brass
Gleam spangles of light
I move my head slightly
The spangles move too
Bangles and spangles
Remind me of you
Bangles and spangles dance in the night
Candles light angles, as well they might
Bangles and spangles remind me of you
Bangles and spangles, sparkling and true
Bangles and spangles, spar....kling and true
These lyrics I sing
First existed as text
Some fine notes of music
Were sparkled in next
On the island created
My voice now alights
Lyrics and music
And their copyrights
Bangles and spangles dance in the night
Candles light angles, as well they might
Bangles and spangles remind me of you
Bangles and spangles, sparkling and true
Bangles and spangles, spar....kling and true
In singing this song
I take every care
To aim at perfection
In gilding the air
For singing these lyrics
I need pay no fees
If I record them
There'll be royalties
Bangles and spangles dance in the night
Candles light angles, as well they might
Bangles and spangles remind me of you
Bangles and spangles, sparkling and true
Yes bangles and spangles, .... sparkling.... and true
Copyright 1998 William Overington
[end of file]
[song1010.htm]
Spangleware for Nashville
Spangleware for Nashville
William Overington
If you are heading for Nashville and are looking for an open microphone venue
to sing and maybe play in the hope of getting noticed and getting recorded
then perhaps you might like to consider taking these lyrics with you.
If you're not going to Nashville but there is a Nashville Night or similar somewhere
else, maybe the song will give atmosphere.
Whichever way, or just for fun somewhere else, please sing this song at a fast tempo,
with a swing and a country ambience.
I've travelled here to Nashville
To find an open mic'
I've brought along a song to sing
I hope it's one you'll like
I didn't write this song myself
I found it on the 'net
Now I'm here in Nashville
I'll be a big star yet
Spangleware, Spangleware
Lyrics sung for free....
Yet if I record them
They'll get a royalty
I sing here at this open mic'
Will producers notice me?
Maybe I will win a deal!
To sing on a CD!
This song might be included
I'll just see how it goes
For there's no obligation
Where spangleware flows
Spangleware, Spangleware
Lyrics sung for free....
Yet if I record them
They'll get a royalty
Now spangleware is quite a chance
For lyrics to find wings
For they will surely gild the air
When a singer sings
When I sing for my supper
I sing these words for free
Yet if I record them
They'll get a royalty
Spangleware, Spangleware
Lyrics sung for free....
Yet if I record them
They'll get a royalty
Words found on the internet
Voice of a singer too
Blend together in the air
As I sing this song for you
Maybe I'll hit the big time
For two things are quite plain
I enjoy singing spangleware
I love to entertain!
Spangleware, Spangleware
Lyrics sung for free....
Yet if I record them
They'll get a royalty
Yes, Spangleware, Spangleware
Lyrics sung for free....
.......... Yet if I record them
[namely, pause, then slowly]
.......... They'll get a royalty! Yes!
[namely, pause, then quickly]
Copyright 1998 William Overington
[end of file]
[song1015.htm]
The Spangleware Blues
The Spangleware Blues
William Overington
We are in a small vegan café.
There is the chatter and clatter of people dining.
We notice a poster on the wall.
The text is black on a lemon yellow background.
The heading is in a large bold script.
The rest of the text is smaller.
"Sing for your supper?
Free evening meal of your choice for singing in this restaurant.
Apply to the manager.
Songs must be either your own copyright or the copyright of a friend and used
with permission or spangleware.
Spangleware is where a work is copyright yet can be performed
publicly free of royalty, yet a royalty is payable if the song is recorded."
A waiter delivers some meals to some of the customers.
The door opens and a woman enters from outside.
She wears a beige coat over a blue trouser suit and carries a small suitcase.
No one really notices her.
She walks to the back of the restaurant and disappears through an archway.
We continue to observe life in the café.
After a while we notice the manager of the café emerge from the archway
and walk towards a small dinner gong that is on a table against the wall.
He strikes the gong several times in rapid succession.
It is not loud, yet is sufficient to attract the attention of
the diners, who become quiet and focus on the archway.
The manager sits down on a chair conveniently to the side of the table away
from the archway and, from being the centre of attention when he struck the
gong, now almost melts into the background.
The singer, the woman we observed entering earlier, now appears in the archway.
She wears a long evening dress with a silvery metallic sheen.
There is no music, there is no special lighting.
She sings unaccompanied, slowly, holding some syllables.
Small.... and secluded
Friend....ly and fine
Is a qui....et vegan café
Where flav....ours entwine
Arriv....ing discreetly
I qui....etly prepare
Now I take.... to the stage
Where my song.... gilds the air
I ent....ertain the patrons
Eating their food
My slow.... blues singing
Gives a peace....ful mood
With spang....leware lyrics
Which I.... sing for free
I dream.... of recording
Songs for.... a CD
My dream.... is elusive
Yet may....be one day
I'll be.... recorded
Then roy....alties I'll pay
Yet in the meantime
Life must proceed
The eat....ing of food
An ev....eryday need
This styl....ish café
Where I.... use my voice
Allows me a meal
Of my own choice
Maybe veg....etable hotpot
With ov....en chips and rice
A cup.... of apple juice
Not from con....centrate is nice
So I sing.... for my supper
What can I lose....?
With the stylish, the peaceful
The spang....leware blues
The stylish, the peace....ful
The spang....leware blues
There is applause.
There are cries of "more!".
She sings again.
Maybe veg....etable hotpot
With ov....en chips and rice
A cup.... of apple juice
Not from con....centrate is nice
So I sing.... for my supper
What can I lose....?
With the stylish, the peaceful
The spang....leware blues
The stylish, the peace....ful
The spang....leware blues
There is more applause.
She turns and disappears through the archway.
People continue to eat their meals.
We are but observers and gradually the café disappears into the distance.
Later that evening another singer will sing.
By then she will have enjoyed her meal and will be but one of the
audience in the little café.
Creative setting and song written in June and July 1999 by William
Overington
Copyright 1999 William Overington
In the above I added dots after some words and within some words in order to
indicate the holding of a word or a syllable.
Maybe that is effective and helped.
Maybe not.
Opinions are sought please.
However, I here present the text without the dots.
The Spangleware Blues
Small and secluded
Friendly and fine
Is a quiet vegan café
Where flavours entwine
Arriving discreetly
I quietly prepare
Now I take to the stage
Where my song gilds the air
I entertain the patrons
Eating their food
My slow blues singing
Gives a peaceful mood
With spangleware lyrics
Which I sing for free
I dream of recording
Songs for a CD
My dream is elusive
Yet maybe one day
I'll be recorded
Then royalties I'll pay
Yet in the meantime
Life must proceed
The eating of food
An everyday need
This stylish café
Where I use my voice
Allows me a meal
Of my own choice
Maybe vegetable hotpot
With oven chips and rice
A cup of apple juice
Not from concentrate is nice
So I sing for my supper
What can I lose?
With the stylish, the peaceful
The spangleware blues
The stylish, the peaceful
The spangleware blues
Copyright 1999 William Overington
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