Lyrics 'n' Pics

[Captain Nudnick]

From the Yiddish musical, "Shulamith."
Written By: Abraham Goldfaden
Copyright Unknown

In dem Beis-Hamikdosh
In a vinkl cheyder
Zitst di almone, bas-tsion, aleyn
Ihr ben yochidle yideln vigt zi keseider
Un zingt im tzum shofn a ledeleh sheyn.
Ai-lu-lu
Unter Yideles vigele
Shteyt a klor-vise tsigele
Dos tsigele iz geforn handlen
Dos vet zine dine baruf
Rozhinkes mit mandlen
Slof-zhe, Yidele, shlof.

There are other versions, I know... e.g., the last line as 'Schlof, mein kindele, schlof'

[Pookstein]

HAVA NAGILA

Hava nagila, hava nagila
Hava nagila, venis'mecha

Hava neranena, hava neranena
Hava neranena, venis'mecha

Uru, uru achim
Uru achim, belev same'ach

[Nurse Duckett]

He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother

The road is long
With many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where, who knows where

But I’m strong
Strong enough to carry him
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother.

[Benbow]

Ballad of the Absent Mare

Say a prayer for the cowboy
His mare's run away
And he'll walk til he finds her
His darling, his stray
but the river's in flood
and the roads are awash
and the bridges break up
in the panic of loss.
And there's nothing to follow
There's nowhere to go
She's gone like the summer
gone like the snow
And the crickets are breaking
his heart with their song
as the day caves in
and the night is all wrong
Did he dream, was it she
who went galloping past
and bent down the fern
broke open the grass
and printed the mud with
the iron and the gold
that he nailed to her feet
when he was the lord
And although she goes grazing
a minute away
he tracks her all night
he tracks her all day
Oh blind to her presence
except to compare
his injury here
with her punishment there
Then at home on a branch
in the highest tree
a songbird sings out
so suddenly
Ah the sun is warm
and the soft winds ride
on the willow trees
by the river side
Oh the world is sweet
the world is wide
and she's there where
the light and the darkness divide
and the steam's coming off her
she's huge and she's shy
and she steps on the moon
when she paws at the sky
And she comes to his hand
but she's not really tame
She longs to be lost
he longs for the same
and she'll bolt and she'll plunge
through the first open pass
to roll and to feed
in the sweet mountain grass
Or she'll make a break
for the high plateau
where there's nothing above
and there's nothing below
and it's time for the burden
it's time for the whip
Will she walk through the flame
Can he shoot from the hip
So he binds himself
to the galloping mare
and she binds herself
to the rider there
and there is no space
but there's left and right
and there is no time
but there's day and night
And he leans on her neck
and he whispers low
"Whither thou goest
I will go"
And they turn as one
and they head for the plain
No need for the whip
Ah, no need for the rein
Now the clasp of this union
who fastens it tight?
Who snaps it asunder
the very next night
Some say the rider
Some say the mare
Or that love's like the smoke
beyond all repair
But my darling says
"Leonard, just let it go by
That old silhouette
on the great western sky"
So I pick out a tune
and they move right along
and they're gone like the smoke
and they're gone like this song

Leonard Cohen

[fingerpost]

La M.ar.se.illaise, the French national anthem, was composed in one night during the French Revolution (April 24, 1792) by Claude-Joseph Rouget de Lisle, a captain of the engineers and amateur musician stationed in Strasbourg in 1792. It was played at a patriotic banquet at M.ar.seilles, and printed copies were given to the revolutionary forces then marching on Paris. They entered Paris singing this song, and to it they marched to the Tuileries on August 10th.

Ironically, Rouget de Lisle was himself a royalist and refused to take the oath of allegiance to the new constitution. He was imprisoned and barely escaped the guillotine. Originally entitled Chant de guerre de l'armeé du Rhin (War Song of the Army of the Rhine), the anthem became called La M.ar.seillaise because of its popularity with volunteer army units from M.ar.seilles.

The Convention accepted it as the French national anthem in a decree passed July 14, 1795. La M.ar.seillaise was banned by Napoleon during the Empire, and by Louis XVIII on the Second Restoration (1815), because of its revolutionary associations. Authorized after the July Revolution of 1830, it was again banned by Napoleon III and not reinstated until 1879.

The text here consists of only the first verse [out of seven].

Allons enfants de la Patrie
Le jour de gloire est arrivé.
Contre nous, de la tyrannie,
L'étandard sanglant est levé,
l'étandard sanglant est levé,
Entendez-vous, dans la compagnes
Mugir ces farouches soldats
Ils viennent jusque dans nos bras
Egorger vos fils,
vos compagnes.

Aux armes citoyens!
Formez vos bataillons,
Marchons, marchons!
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons

+ + + +

for some reason, typing M.ar.seillaise without full stops changes to the thing you see before you now. Marseillaise.

[Nurse Duckett]

You’re So Vain:
(carly simon)

You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf it was apricot
You had one eye on the mirror as you watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed that they’d be your partner
They’d be your partner, and...

You’re so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain, I’ll bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you? don’t you?




written with Warren Beatty in mind, apparently.

[Pooks]

nurseduckett said:

You’re So Vain:
(carly simon)

THIS is what you posted for me?

Or p'rhaps it was this, in which case, I like.

[Nurse Duckett]

Don't be daft Pooks. Log in + read IM!

Don't get excited. It's only a technical formatting thing.

[fingerpost]

Paul Verlaine
Chanson d'automne
 
Les sanglots longs
Des violons
  De l'automne
Blessent mon cœur
D'une langueur
  Monotone.
 
Tout suffocant
Et blême, quand
  Sonne l'heure,
Je me souviens
Des jours anciens
  Et je pleure;
 
Et je m'en vais
Au vent mauvais
  Qui m'emporte
Deçà, delà,
Pareil à la
  Feuille morte.

[fingerpost]

Je Voulais (Te Dire Que Je T'Attends)
(M. Jonasz/P. Grosz)

Je mettrai mon cœur dans du papier d'argent,
Mon numéro d'appel aux abonnés absents.
Mes chansons d'amour resteront là dans mon piano.
J'aurai jeté la clé du piano dans l'eau.
J'irai voir les rois de la brocante.
"Vendez mon cœur trois francs cinquante."
Tu savais si bien l'écouter
Que ma vie s'est arrêtée
Quand tu m'a quitté.

Je voulais te dire que je t'attends
Et tant pis si je perds mon temps.
Je t'attends, je t'attends tout le temps
Sans me décourager pourtant.
Comme quelqu'un qui n'a plus personne
S'endort près de son téléphone,
Et sourit quand on le réveille
Mais ce n'était que le soleil.

L'autre jour, j'ai vu quelqu'un qui te ressemble
Et la rue était comme une photo qui tremble.
Si c'est toi qui passe le jour où je me promène,
Si c'est vraiment toi, je vois déjà la scène.
Moi je te regarde
Et tu me regardes.....

[Nurse Duckett]

My Baby Just Cares For Me: Nina Simone My baby don’t care for shows My baby don’t care for clothes My baby just cares for me My baby don’t care for cars and races My baby don’t care for high-tone places Liz taylor is not his style And even lana turner’s smile Is somethin’ he can’t see My baby don’t care who knows My baby just cares for me Baby, my baby don’t care for shows And he don’t even care for clothes He cares for me My baby don’t care For cars and races My baby don’t care for He don’t care for high-tone places Liz taylor is not his style And even liberace’s smile Is something he can’t see Is something he can’t see I wonder what’s wrong with baby My baby just cares for My baby just cares for My baby just cares for me!

[Captain Nudnick]

fingerpost said:

Je Voulais (Te Dire Que Je T'Attends)
(M. Jonasz/P. Grosz)

Je mettrai mon cœur dans du papier d'argent,
Mon numéro d'appel aux abonnés absents.
Mes chansons d'amour resteront là dans mon piano.
J'aurai jeté la clé du piano dans l'eau.
J'irai voir les rois de la brocante.
"Vendez mon cœur trois francs cinquante."
Tu savais si bien l'écouter
Que ma vie s'est arrêtée
Quand tu m'a quitté.

Je voulais te dire que je t'attends
Et tant pis si je perds mon temps.
Je t'attends, je t'attends tout le temps
Sans me décourager pourtant.
Comme quelqu'un qui n'a plus personne
S'endort près de son téléphone,
Et sourit quand on le réveille
Mais ce n'était que le soleil.

L'autre jour, j'ai vu quelqu'un qui te ressemble
Et la rue était comme une photo qui tremble.
Si c'est toi qui passe le jour où je me promène,
Si c'est vraiment toi, je vois déjà la scène.
Moi je te regarde
Et tu me regardes.....

Great number - Manhattan Transfer did a fine version!

[fingerpost]

Sting - Fields Of Gold

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold.

So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold.

Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of gold.

See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley,
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold.

I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in fields of gold
We'll walk in fields of gold....

[dulcinea]

Charles Trenet

La mer
Qu'on voit danser le long des golfes clairs
A des reflets d'argent
La mer
Des reflets changeants
Sous la pluie

La mer
Au ciel d'été confond
Ses blancs moutons
Avec les anges si purs
La mer bergère d'azur
Infinie

Voyez
Près des étangs
Ces grands roseaux mouillés
Voyez
Ces oiseaux blancs
Et ces maisons rouillées

La mer
Les a bercés
Le long des golfes clairs
Et d'une chanson d'amour
La mer
A bercé mon coeur pour la vie

[Nurse Duckett]

Do I Worry? : Ink Spots

Do I worry cause you're stepping out
Do I worry cause you got me in doubt
Though your kisses aren't right, do I give a row of beans?
Do I stay home every night reading magazines?




Nope.