I gotcha, Yit! Yes, the beat and the meter have everything to do with the interp, right listeners? Many well meaning folks have attempted to put words to classical music, but often it falls short because what is being performed, needs to be heard without benefit of words.
One example that comes to mind is Barbra Striesand singing "Happy Days are Here Again," in a slow and sad style as opposed to the traditional band wagon of politics.
More synchronicity, listeners:
Just found this bit of celeb news:
Columbia Records Tuesday released the 25th anniversary edition of Streisand's multi-platinum 'Guilty Pleasures' as a DualDisc.
Produced by Barry Gibb and John Merchant, with Streisand and Jay Landers as its executive producers, the new 'Guilty Pleasures' features the 11 tracks of the original - 'Come Tomorrow', 'Above The Law' (both duets with Barry Gibb), 'Stranger In A Strange Land', 'Hideaway,' 'It's Up To You,' 'Night Of My Life,' 'Without Your Love,' 'All The Children,' 'Golden Dawn,' '(Our Love) Don't Throw It All Away,' and 'Letting Go.'
Stranger in a Strange Land
Was many years ago that I left home and came this way
I was a young man full of hopes and dreams
But now it seems that all is lost and nothing gained
Sometimes things ain't what they seem
No brave new world no brave new world
Night and day I scan horizon sea and sky
My spirit wanders endlessly
Until the day will dawn and friends from home discover why
Hear me calling rescue me
Set me free, set me free
Lost in this place and leave no trace
Stranger in a strange land
Land of ice and snow
Trapped inside this prison
Lost and far from home
One hundred years have gone and men again they come that way
To find the answer to the mistery
They found his body lying where if fell that day
Preserved in time for all to see
No brave new world no brave new world
Lost in this place to leave no trace
What became off men that started
All are gone and souls departed
Left me here in this prison
So all alone
Lady Midnight
I came by myself to a very crowded place;
I was looking for someone who had lines in her face.
I found her there but she was past all concern;
I asked her to hold me, I said, "Lady, unfold me,"
but she scorned me and she told me
I was dead and I could never return.
Well, I argued all night like so many have before,
saying, "Whatever you give me, I seem to need so much more."
Then she pointed at me where I kneeled on her floor,
she said, "Don't try to use me or slyly refuse me,
just win me or lose me,
it is this that the darkness is for."
I cried, "Oh, Lady Midnight, I fear that you grow old,
the stars eat your body and the wind makes you cold."
"If we cry now," she said, "it will just be ignored."
So I walked through the morning, sweet early morning,
I could hear my lady calling,
"You've won me, you've won me, my lord,
you've won me, you've won me, my lord,
yes, you've won me, you've won me, my lord,
ah, you've won me, you've won me, my lord,
ah, you've won me, you've won me, my lord."
eerie, edgar, but I love this part:
I cried, "Oh, Lady Midnight, I fear that you grow old,
the stars eat your body and the wind makes you cold."
"If we cry now," she said, "it will just be ignored."
Cohen writes in riddles quite a bit.
Thank you, Rex, for that background. I think Anne Bancroft dispised the fact that most people remember her for her role in The Graduate.
Anyone remember the song from that and who performed it?
As for me, edgar. I'm like Catherine:
Thought for Today: ``I am one of the people who love the why of things.'' - Catherine the Great, Russian czarina (1729-1796).
09/03/05 20:00
Mrs Robinson, by Simon and Garfunkle.
Sounds of Silence also figured prominently, and Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme.
I loved Ann's acting in "Point Of No Return" and "Swan Song Trilogy"...
Upon An Angels Wings
Sometimes I get a feeling that this crazy world around me
Is working to good and glorious end
Sometimes I feel entangled and lose my faith I admit
And feel like letting go and falling, falling
Is there any reason for this song that I must sing
Tell me what to say is there anything...
I believe that there's a time and a season for everything
And soon will come glad tidings and blessings, heaven sent,
Upon an angels wings
Why must a man like me with glory in his hand
Feel so much like a stranger in the promised land
God if you're listening and I know you are
Heal this heart that's torn apart
With your bright and morning star...
I believe that there's a time and a season for everything
And soon will come glad tidings and blessings, heaven sent
Upon an angels wings
Eric (RexRed) Pedersen
1982
John Wesley Harding
(Dylan)
John Wesley Harding
Was a friend to the poor,
He trav'led with a gun in ev'ry hand.
All along this countryside,
He opened a many a door,
But he was never known
To hurt a honest man.
'Twas down in Chaynee County,
A time they talk about,
With his lady by his side
He took a stand.
And soon the situation there
Was all but straightened out,
For he was always known
To lend a helping hand.
All across the telegraph
His name it did resound,
But no charge held against him
Could they prove.
And there was no man around
Who could track or chain him down,
He was never known
To make a foolish move.
Listeners, are you surprised that edgar knew the musical score to The Graduate? <smile>
Rex, I read the book, POINT OF NO RETURN, and as I recall it was a fight between Prima Donnas, but I'll have to check on that because it's been a while. Your song was lovely, Maine, and a monologue, I think, or at least a conversation with yourself. It parallels Milton's sonnet on his blindness.
I was extremely tired today and took a siesta. I had the worst "day mare" that I have had in forever. Freud may suggest that dreams are wish fulfillment, but after that one, I don't think so.
The first thing that I received when I awakened was a wonderful bunch of pictures from my friend whose step son just got married. What a radiant crew they were, so that tempered my extremely vivid bit of horror. We were supposed to attend the nuptials, but could not, unfortunately.
er, edgar. Who is John Wesley Harding?
Where in this strange world are our European contributors?
Those are my two questions for the day, folks. <smile>
Lost in France
I was lost in France
In the fields the birds were singing
I was lost in France
And the day was just beginning
As I stood there in the morning rain
I had a feeling I can't explain
I was lost in France in love.
I was lost in France
In the street a band was playing
And the crowd all danced
Didn't catch what they were saying
When I looked up he was standing there
I knew I shouldn't but didn't care
I was lost in France in love
Oo la la la oo la la la dance
Oo la la la dancing
I was lost in France
And the vines were overflowing
I was lost in France
And a million stars were glowing
And I looked roond for a telephone
To say
Baby I won't be home
I was lost in France in love.
Oo lalala oo la la la dance
Oo la la la oo la la la dancing
Ah, Walter
How was Picardy? Have a nice time?
Welcome back.
Actually, I wasn't lost at all in France, even the worst signed-out detours mad no trouble (opposite to a comon saying by dys, I did have a map :wink: ).
Back again here to my favourite radio station.
McTag wrote:
How was Picardy? Have a nice time?
To be honest: I've been to various places in North and a few in Normandy as well.
It was more than just nice: I really had a very good time (and no language problems: every third person was British [and all BBC programs could be heard on my car-radio - sometimes even in digital!
]).
Well, my goodness, "...ask and it shall be given..." Here is returning Walter and McTag with his own questions.
Great song, Walter. Now tell us about your Picardy excursion tout de suite. <smile>
Walter, you were so lost in France that I couldn't find you!
Wow! Do you mean that you and Francis didn't get together, Walter?
or was it once again, "...two ships that pass in the night..."
