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AHA! Finlandia, of course!









Finlandia




"Finlandia" is a Sibelius composition, which the Indigo girls recorded on
their 1986 EP. Live versions are VERY infrequent, but they have
performed it as recently as last March.

Finlandia.


This is my song, O God of all the nations
A song of peace for lands afar and mine
This is my home, the country where my heart is
Here are my hopes and dreams, my holy shrine
But other hearts in other lands are beating
With hopes and dreams as true and high as mine.

My country's skies are bluer than the ocean
And sunlight beams on clover leaf and pine
But other lands have sunlight, too, and clover
And skies are everywhere as blue as mine
O hear my song, thou God of all the nations
A song of peace for their land and for mine.

Just peeked in and saw one of my favorite Paul Robeson numbers here, courtesy of Anton Dvorak.

Lyrics to "Goin' Home" from Dvorak "New World Symphony"

GOIN' HOME

Goin' home, goin' home, I'm a goin' home;
Quiet-like, some still day, I'm jes' goin' home.
It's not far, jes' close by,
Through an open door;
Work all done, care laid by,
Gwine (or: Goin') to fear no more.

Mother's there 'spectin' me,
Father's waitin' too;
Lots o' folk gather'd there,
All the friends I knew,
All the friends I knew.
Home, Home, I'm goin' home!

Nothing's lost, all's gain,
No more fret nor pain,
No more stumblin' on the way,
No more longin' for the day,
Gwine (or Going) to roam no more!
Mornin' star lights the way,
Restless dream all done;
Shadows gone, break o' day,
Real life jes' begun.
There's no break, there's no end,
Jes' a livin' on;
Wide awake, with a smile
Goin' on and on.

Goin' home, goin' home, I'm jes' goin' home,
It's not far, jes' close by
Through an open door.
I'm a goin' home,
I'm jes' goin'
Goin' home, goin' home, goin' home, goin' home, goin' home, goin' home!


There is a prayer sung in Sibelius's Finlandia, but I think the words differ from what you copied, Letty.

Anyway, great music.

"if it's sunday, this must be finland"

perhaps we've found the long lost sequel to "if it's tuesday, this must be belgium"

Raggedy, I think Dvorak was who I was thinking about. Yes, that seems to be the piece, but it's difficult without hearing the music. I'll check that out later.

dj, That's funny. Where will we be tomorrow, I wonder?

I have company folks, but I'll be back later if all goes well.

In the interim, please continue with the music and musical history. It's fantastic.

Our Way to Fall (Yo La Tengo)

I remember a summer's day
I remember walking up to you
I remember my face turned red
And I remember staring at my feet
I remember before we met
I remember sitting next to you
And I remember pretending I wasn't looking

So we try and try
Even if it lasts an hour
With all our might
We'll try and make it ours
Cause we're on our way
We're on our way to fall in love

I remember your old guitar
I remember I Can't Explain
I remember the way it looked around your neck
And I remember the day it broke
I remember song you sang
I remember "The Way You Looked Tonight"
And I remember the way it made me feel

So we try and try
Even if it lasts an hour
With all our might
We'll try and make it ours
Because we're on our way
We're on our way to fall in love


Last Days of Disco (Yo La Tengo)

Saw you at a party
You asked me to dance
Said music was great for dancing
I don't really dance much
But this time I did
And I was glad that I did this time

And the song said "Let's be happy"
I was happy
It never made me happy before
And the song said "Don't be lonely"
It makes me lonely
I hear it and I'm lonely more and more

Where I belong, where I belong

I wasn't dressed right, I rarely am
You told me that you didn't care
I laughed as you wobbled in your platform shoes
You laughed when I called Andrea true Anita Ward

And the song said "Let's be happy"
I was happy
It never made me happy before
And the song said "Don't be lonely"
It makes me lonely
I hear it and I'm lonely more and more

Where I belong, where I belong

And the song said "Let's be happy"
I was happy
It never made me happy before
It asked "Do you remember?"
And I remember, remember like it wasn't long ago
And the song said "Don't be lonely"
It makes me lonely
I hear it and I'm lonely more and more

Where I belong, where I belong


Little Honda (Yo La Tengo)

I'm gonna wake you up early cause I'm gonna take a ride with you
We're going down to the auto shop, I'll tell you what we're gonna do
Put on a rag sweatshirt, I'll take you anywhere you want me to

First gear, it's all right
Second gear, hang on tight
Third gear, ain't I right
Faster, it's all right

It's not a big motorcycle, just a groovy little motorbike
It's more fun than a barrel of monkeys, that two-wheel ride
We'll go on into the hills or anywhere you wanna decide

We'll ride some hills like a champ because my Honda's built really light
When I go into the turn, lean with me, hang on tight
I think I'll put on the light so I can ride my Honda tonight


Sugarcube (Yo La Tengo)

Whatever you want from me, whatever you want I'll do
Try to squeeze a drop of blood from a sugarcube

Try to be more assured, try to be more right there
Try to be less uptight, try to be more aware
Whatever you want from me, is what I want to do for you
Sweeter than a drop of blood from a sugarcube

And though I like to act the part of being tough
I crumble like a sugarcube for you

Whatever you want from me, whatever you want I'll do
I will try


My Little Corner of the World (Yo La Tengo)

Come along with me to my little corner of the world
Dream a little dream in my little corner of the world
You'll soon forget that there's any other place
Tonight, my love, we'll share a sweet embrace

And if you care to stay in my little corner of the world
We could hide away in my little corner of the world
I always knew that I'd find someone like you
So welcome to my little corner of the world

And if you care to stay in our little corner of the world
We could hide away in our little corner of the world
We always knew that we'd find someone like you
So welcome to our little corner of the world


Tom Courtenay (Yo La Tengo)

Julie Christie, the rumors are true
As the pages turn, my eyes are glued
To the movie star and his sordid life
Mr. X and his old-suffering wife
I spent so much time dreaming about Eleanor Bron
In my room with the curtains drawn
See her in the arms of Paul
Say it, I can say no more
As the music swells somehow stronger from adversity
Our hero finds his inner peace
So now I'm looking for a lucky charm
With a needle hanging out of its arm

As time goes by I know it's gonna happen
I know it's going away
Gonna take its toll, gonna take its toll
Gonna take my time
And I'm thinking about the way things are
And I'm thinking about the way things were
Thinking about Eleanor Bron
And I'm thinking about a lucky charm
And I'm thinking about the needle
Oh, I'm thinking about the needle
And I'm thinking about...

Sibelius - Finland's voice in the world

Written for Virtual Finland by Robert Layton


Sibelius at home
in Ainola 1907
I can think of few composers so closely identified with their natural environment as is Sibelius with Finland. True, Mussorgsky seems to enshrine the very soul of Russia, just as Delius evokes the world of the English garden, but no other composer brings to life so vividly the wildness and grandeur of the North as does Jean Sibelius. Of course the Finland into which he was born, was an outlying province of Tsarist Russia, and far removed from the sophisticated and prosperous nation it has since become.

During his long life Sibelius became a national figure in almost the same way as was Churchill in Britain. For most people he was Finland. Already by the beginning of the century he had become the symbol of national self-determination and his fame penetrated areas of the world which had only a vague idea where Finland was. His musical personality is the most powerful to have emerged in any of the Scandinavian countries. He is able to establish within a few seconds a sound world that is entirely his own. Think how extraordinarily original are the haunting A minor chords that well up from the strings at the beginning of The Swan of Tuonela. Like Berlioz, his thematic inspiration and its harmonic clothing were conceived directly in terms of orchestral sound: the substance and the sonority were indivisible, one from the other. But it is not only in Finnish and Scandinavian music that he occupies a special position, but in the whole development of the symphony in Europe. Above all he possessed a flair for form rare in the twentieth century: his capacity for the organic evolution of his material, for what one might call "continuous creation" (to adapt an astronomic image) is so highly developed that it has few parallels in our time. His mature symphonies show a continuing refinement of formal resource that makes him what the French critic, Marc Vignal has called "the aristocrat of symphonists".

His inner world was dominated by his love of the Northern landscape, and of the rich repertory of myth embodied in the Kalevala. But the romanticism of the first two symphonies and the Violin Concerto gave way to a classical severity and concentration in his later works that was out-of-step with the spirit of the times. This was even more acute after the first world war, when Sibelius felt an increasing isolation. As he himself put it, "while others mix cocktails of various hues, I offer pure spring water". For more than thirty years after the completion of his four last great works, the Sixth and Seventh symphonies, The Tempest music and Tapiola Sibelius lived in retirement at Järvenpää where he maintained a virtually unbroken silence until his death in 1957. Although rumours of an Eighth Symphony persisted for many years, and its publication was promised after his death, nothing survives apart from the sketch of the first three bars even though it would seem that it was virtually complete by the early 1930s.
Inspiration from Finnish

Sibelius was born in 1865 at Hämeenlinna, a provincial garrison town in south-central Finland, where his father was a doctor. Until he was about eight years old, Sibelius spoke no Finnish. However, when he was eleven, his mother enrolled him in the Hämeenlinna Normaalilyseo, which was one of the first schools in the country to use Finnish as the teaching language instead of Swedish and Latin. It was far-sighted of the family to take the then unusual step of sending him to this particular school, for the Finnish language opened up to him the whole repertory of national mythology embodied in the Kalevala. His imaginaton was fired by this, as it was by the great Swedish lyric poets, Runeberg and Rydberg, and above all, by the Finnish countryside with its abundance of forests and lakes.

Photos of Helsinki including Sibelius Memorial

http://www.planetware.com/photos/PHSF.HTM

something to prepare you for the work week

dj and Bob. The first thing in the morning I'll read everything thoroughly.

My sleepy words:

"..ah, sleep it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole.
To Mary Queen the praise be given,
She sent the gentle sleep from heaven,
That slid into my soul...."

If you can cite the author of that quote....I'll make certain you get a free something or other from the A2K shop....<smile>

Goodnight from Letty with love.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge
English critic & poet (1772 - 1834)

Goodnight Letty. Hugs and kisses from your pal Bob

Good Morning Good Morning
Beatles

Nothing to do to save his life call his wife in
Nothing to say but what a day how's your boy been
Nothing to do it's up to you
I've got nothing to say but it's O.K.
Good morning, good morning...
Going to work don't want to go feeling low down
Heading for home you start to roam then you're in town
Everybody knows there's nothing doing
Everything is closed it's like a ruin
Everyone you see is half asleep.
And you're on your own you're in the street
Good morning, good morning...
After a while you start to smile now you feel cool.
Then you decide to take a walk by the old school.
Nothing has changed it's still the same
I've got nothing to say but it's O.K.
Good morning, good morning...
People running round it's five o'clock.
Everywhere in town is getting dark.
Everyone you see is full of life.
It's time for tea and meet the wife.
Somebody needs to know the time, glad that I'm here.
Watching the skirts you start to flirt now you're in gear.
Go to a show you hope she goes.
I've got nothing to say but it's O.K.
Good morning, good morning

Good Morning to all:

Here are the birthday celebs for today:

1483 Raphael Urbino Italy, painter (School of Athens)(died 1520)
1902 Dame Flora Robson South Shields England, actress (The Seahawk; Black Narcissus)(died 1984)
1909 Nelson Algren US, novelist (Man with the Golden Arm)(died 1972)
1921 Dirk Bogarde, actor (London, England; died 1999)
1924 Freddie Bartholomew, actor (Britain; died 1992)
1936 Mario Vargos Llosa, novelist (Arequipa, Peru)
1942 Samuel Ramey Colby KS, bass (La Scala)
1943 Conchata Ferrell, actress (Charleston, WV)
1944 Rick Barry, basketball player (Elizabeth, NJ)
Ken Howard, actor (El Centro, CA)
1948 Dianne Wiest, actress (Kansas City, MO)
1955 Reba McEntire, country singer (McAlester, OK)
1968 Lucy Lawless, actress (Mount Albert, New Zealand)
1981 Julia Stiles, actress (New York, NY)

Good morning listeners. Thank you aggie for your invaluable birthdat data. I remember Freddiw Bartholomew for Captains Courageous and Dirk Bogarde for a string of English comedies. Well, let's get organized (Hah! not likely). First we'll get the morning started with a song of lost love (where's the gd coffee?). Here's the platter I was looking for (trips over wastebasket). Hearken back to Ezio Pinza in South pacific (hope the boss doesn't fire me).

One dream in my heart,
One love to be livin' for,
One love to be livin' for
This nearly was mine.

One girl for my dream,
One partner in paradise,
This promise of paradise
This nearly was mine.

Close to my heart she came
Only to fly away,
Only to fly as day flies from moonlight
Now, now I'm alone,
Still dreamin' of paradise,
Still sayin' that paradise
Once nearly was mine.

I'll keep rememberin' kisses
From lips I've never owned,
And all that lovely adventures
That we have never known.

This Nearly was Mine

One dream in my heart,
One love to be livin' for,
One love to be livin' for
This nearly was mine.

Close to my heart she came
Only to fly away,
Only to fly as day flies from moonlight.

Now, now I'm alone,
Still a-dreamin' of paradise,
Still sayin' that paradise
Once nearly was mine!

A song for love in all its forms
For when strife to hate all love transforms
There is really just this one emotion
And hate is but twisted, impure devotion

It's called "If she says no".

Wounded ally
I am right beside you
And when our worries fall upon us like a storm
We'll ride it off

And in this meanwhile
Excuse you when you mean well
It's my sin to suffer pains on your behalf
But it's only love

I'll run until I reach the frontline
And I'll make endings my art
'Cause this war in an easier fight
Than the war in my heart

Me no hero
Save no one from evil
And my name doesn't really say a thing
About me

Twisted insights
And hollow reputations
These things seem to lose their mystical appeal
When tossed about

So we run until we reach the frontline
And we'll make endings our art
'Cause this war is an easier fight
Than the war in our hearts

Borrowed a Woody Herman CD and was listening to this on the way in.
A melancholy song for a grey Monday morning.

Laura is the face in the misty light
Footsteps that you hear down the hall

A laugh that floats on a summer night
That you can never quite recall

And you see Laura on the train that is passing through
Those eyes how familiar they seem
She gave your very first kiss to you
That was Laura but she's only a dream

She gave your very first kiss to you
That was Laura but she's only a dream

Nice stuff...for a rainy Monday morning

Good morning, WA2K staff and contributors.

Very nice to see George and Cryacuz back, and, of course, our Raggedy with her celebs update. I believe that Dianne Weist was in The Lost Boys and Edward Scissorhands. ( I think it was she)

Thanks to Bob and dj for their appropriate lyrics and fantastic music.

Going with the flow today:

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name

From The Lost Boys soundtrack.

Panz, it is perfectly lovely here in my little corner of Florida.

Well, listeners, if I have failed to acknowledge anyone, chalk it up to failure to acknowledge everyone. Incidentally, Bob, You were totally on target with your answer. I think of some from the A2K shop that is proper for your citation. (sure I will)

Back later, listeners with more items of interest.

oops, make that, "I'll think of something"....
(Ms Letty where are your glasses)

It just fell out of my head just now. Inspierd by a poem titled "Voice of the unborn" I read on the original writings page.

Hearken to the voice of the unborn
Lest he inherits his father's scorn
Teach him that wich matters most
To love, not to be fear's blind host

For what treasure is greater in size
Than that we all share, the gift of life
To live, to love, to die remembered
You're life's finest hour in your child's flesh rendered

Think about the ancestors' line
All the way back to the start of time
Then look at your self and know to be true
That the only reason they existed is you

In honor of their gift of love
I carry in pride my ancient blood
And I'll pass it on with richer taste
Not shame my kin by bloodsheds waste

Cyracuz, A solemn poem and well written, right listeners?

"....the greatest thing,
You'll ever learn,
Is just to love,
And be loved, in return..."

and therein lies our real legacy.

Breaking news:

Earthquake hits Sumatra
March 29, 2005
From: Agence France-Presse
A POWERFUL earthquake of measuring up to 8.5 on the Richter scale hit Indonesia's tsunami-devastated Sumatra island late yesterday, causing major panic and power blackouts, officials and reports said.

The quake hit a location between the island's main cities of Pedang and Medan at around 11.15pm local time and lasted up to three minutes, said Ramlan of Indonesia's Meteorological and Geophysics Office.

Thanks to Mathos, a new arrival on A2K.