Ik kan er niet aan doen, ik zit met dit liedje uit Mary Poppins in mijn hoofd. Teveel mensen die mij aan Mr. Banks doen denken de laatste tijd geloof ik…
The life I lead (Richard M Sherman and Robert B Sherman)
Mr.Banks:
I feel a surge of deep satisfaction
Much as a king astride his noble steed
When I return from daily strife to heart and wife
How pleasant is the life I lead!
Mrs. Banks:
[Spoken]
Dear, it’s about the children…
Mr. Banks:
Yes, yes, yes!
[Sung]
I run my home precisely on schedule
At 6:01, I march through my door
My slippers, sherry, and pipe are due at 6:02
Consistent is the life I lead!
It’s grand to be an Englishman in 1910
King Edward’s on the throne;
It’s the age of men
I’m the lord of my castle
The sov’reign, the liege!
I treat my subjects: servants, children, wife
With a firm but gentle hand
Noblesse oblige!
It’s 6:03 and the heirs to my dominion
Are scrubbed and tubbed and adequately fed
And so I’ll pat them on the head
And send them off to bed
Ah! Lordly is the life I lead!
Het heeft mij ook keiveel zin gegeven om naar Saving Mr. Banks te gaan kijken, lijkt mij een super film!
Mijn favoriete Singer/Songwriter heeft zijn derde CD uitgebracht: Dream, never fear. Een heerlijke luisterCD voor een avond op de bank met een lekker glaasje.
De CD bevat wat oudere nummers die hij nu heeft kunnen opnemen met de arrangementen die hij altijd al wilde en een aantal mooie nieuwe liedjes.
Benieuwd naar hoe het klinkt? Je kan hier een aantal nummers beluisteren. De CD is beschikbaar als download via CDBaby of je kan de CD naar jou laten opsturen als je liever een fysieke drager hebt.
Mijn favoriet van het moment is nummer 7: Déjà You.
It’s hard for me to leave, it’s hard for you to stay
If I had the gold I’d never go away
I know the song the song you’re singing, I’ve heard it sung before
If I don’t change my tune you’ll be running for the door
Stay and go no further or go and leave you blue
Torn between the one I love and what I love to do
When I’m home tomorrow we’ll be good as new
Now it’s just a case of deja me and deja you
I put myself in your shoes but I’m too big for them
Even though I know we’re better now than we were then
I know that what we have is bigger than this hill
Even though I’m gone away I am with you still
Don’t be like the sailor’s wife standing by the shore
Wondering if you’ll ever see your boatman anymore
Seas are meant for sailing and wings will take the skies
Lets cherish the good moments forget all the goodbyes
Als ge zo een mejuffertje van 3 rondlopen hebt snap je deze een pak beter, hoe melig hij ook is 😉
Brotherhood of Men – Save All Your Kisses For Me
Though it hurts to go away
It’s impossible to stay
But there’s one thing I must say
Before I go
I love you (I love you) you know
I’ll be thinking of you
In most everything I do
Now the time is moving on
And I really should be gone
But you keep me hanging on
For one more smile
I love you (I love you) all the while
With your cute little ways
Will you promise that you’ll save
Your kisses for me
Save all your kisses for me
Bye bye baby bye bye
Don’t cry honey don’t cry
Gonna walk out the door
But I’ll soon be back for more
Kisses for me
Save all your kisses for me
So long honey so long
Hang on baby hang on
Don’t you dare me to stay
Coz you know I’ll have to say
That I’ve got to work each day
And that’s why I go away
But I count the seconds
Till I’m home with you
I love you (I love you) it’s true
You’re so cute honey gee
Won’t you save them up for me
Your kisses for me
Save all your kisses for me
Bye bye baby bye bye
Don’t cry honey don’t cry
Gonna walk out the door
But I’ll soon be back for more
Kisses for me
Save all your kisses for me
So long honey so long
Hang on baby hang on
Don’t you dare me to stay
Coz you know you’ve got to save
Your kisses for me
Save all your kisses for me
Bye bye baby bye bye
Don’t cry honey don’t cry
Won’t you save them for me
Even though you’re only three
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…
I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you imagine. Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing everyday that scares you Sing Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself. Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements. Stretch Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.. Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out. Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you’re 40, it will look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth. But trust me on the sunscreen…
There’s an old grand piano, alone in the heart of the desert
Standing upright in the shine of the full moon above
They say it was left there a long time ago in the 60’s
By a man who had written a song to the woman he loved
Now it’s falling apart from the sand and the heat and the decades
Rattlesnakes live in the space by the rusty old wires
They say that the song was a hit, we would all recognize it
A beautiful melody only love could have inspired,
But love has a way of changing from sunlight to shadow
Love has a way of fading away from within
And all that’s left to recall what has been
Is a song they know from L.A. to Berlin
And a broken piano in the Arizona desert wind
There are those who have camped at the site of that strange wooden statue
And they say that it plays when the first morning sunray breaks through
They gaze at that sad instrument with the cactus beside it
A shrine or a tombstone depending on your point of wiew,
But love has a way of changing from sunlight to shadow
Love has a way of fading away from within
All that’s left to recall what has been
Is a song they know from L.A. to Berlin
And a broken piano in the Arizona desert wind
A broken piano in the Arizona desert wind
Piet heeft gesnoept van de pepernoten,
Piet heeft gesnoept van het suikergoed.
Piet heeft gesnoept van de boterletter,
Piet, piet, piet, dat is dom wat je doet !
Sint weet alles alles toch.
Pietertje Roet, och, och,och!
Piet heeft gefietst op de kinderfietsen,
Piet heeft gespeeld met de speelgoedtrein.
Pietertje roet wou zo dolgraag spelen,
Piet wou net als kinderen zijn
Sint zegt:Nou voor deze keer,
Pietertje roet, dan nooit meer!
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
First of all, there’s the name that the family use daily,
Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James,
Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey–
All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,
Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:
Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter–
But all of them sensible everyday names.
But I tell you, a cat needs a name that’s particular,
A name that’s peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,
Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?
Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,
Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum-
Names that never belong to more than one cat.
But above and beyond there’s still one name left over,
And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover–
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.
Se lever avant la sonnerie du réveil et
Prendre le petit déjeuner à moitié en sommeil
Rattraper le temps, le temps qui court
Surtout ne pas tarder
Etre coincé dans les embouteillages et
Mon dieu, tout le temps perdu,
Tous ces gaspillages.
Rattraper le temps, le temps qui court
Qui s’enfuit pour toujours
Mais demain j’aurais toute la journée
Pour ne rien faire, juste un peu traîner
Ah, si je pouvais, un p’tit moment,
Ne pas me souvenir de l’heure et du temps
La tête farcie de listes interminables
Tout en gardant aux lêvres un sourire aimable
Rattraper le temps, le temps qui court
Surtout ne pas tarder
Et’ tiraillé de tous côtés
Ne pas trainer
S’ demander à quoi bon?
Se laisser absorber
Rattraper le temps, le temps qui court
Qui s’enfuit pour toujours
Mais demain j’aurais toute la journée
Pour ne rien faire juste un peu trainer
Ah, si je pouvais, un p’tit moment,
Ne pas me souvenir de l’heure et du temps
Mais demain j’aurais toute la journée,
Pour ne rien faire juste un peu trainer
Ah, si je pouvais, un p’tit moment,
Ne pas me souvenir de l’heure et du temps
Mais demain j’aurais toute la journée,
Pour ne rien faire juste un peu trainer
Ah, si je pouvais, un p’tit moment,
Ne pas me souvenir de l’heure et du temps
Se lever avant la sonnerie du réveil et
Prendre le petit déjeuner à moitié en sommeil
Rattraper le temps, le temps qui court
Surtout ne pas tarder
Etre coincé dans les embouteillages et
Mon dieu, tout le temps perdu,
Tous ces gaspillages.
Rattraper le temps, le temps qui court
Qui s’enfuit pour toujours
Mais demain j’aurais toute la journée
Pour ne rien faire, juste un peu traîner
Ah, si je pouvais un p’tit moment
Ne pas me souvenir de l’heure et du temps…
Voor wie het zich afvraagt: heerlijke wals in afwisselend 8 tijden en 5 tijden…
Ik weet niet of jullie het al door hadden, maar ik ben dus een sucker voor oude musicals. Die liefde kreeg ik door via mijn mama en vooral mijn tante die toen ze jong was wel 3x per week naar de film ging. Ze kende alle Amerikaanse acteurs en actrices en sprak hun Engelstalige namen uit met een heerlijk Geraardsbergs accent. Eén van de meest meest memorabele en kippenvelbezorgende liederen vind ik nog steeds Ol’ Man River, uit de musical Show Boat. De voorbije dagen kwam ik het lied 2x tegen: ik zal ‘Till The Clouds Roll By en Show Boat zelf, meer dan genoeg om me zin te geven dit hier te plaatsen. Lees, luister, geniet mee. (YouTube video van de versie uit 1951).
Dere’s an ol’ man called de Mississippi
Dat’s de ol’ man dat I’d like to be
What does he care if de world’s got troubles
What does he care if de land ain’t free
Ol’ man river, dat ol’ man river
He mus’ know sumpin’, but don’t say nuthin’
He jes’ keeps rollin’
He keeps on rollin’ along
He don’ plant taters, he don’t plant cotton
An’ dem dat plants’ em is soon forgotten
But ol’man river
He jes’ keeps rollin’ along
You an’ me, we sweat an’ strain
Body all achin’ an’ wracked wid pain,
Tote dat barge! Lif’ dat bale!
Git a little drunk an’ you lands in jail
Ah gits weary an’ sick of tryin’
Ah’m tired of livin’ an’ skeered of dyin’
But ol’ man river
He jes’ keeps rolling’ along
Niggers all work on de Mississippi
Niggers all work while de white folks play
Pullin’ dose boats from de dawn to sunset
Gittin’ no rest till de judgement day
(Don’t look up an’ don’t look down)
(You don’ dar’st make de white boss frown)
(Bend your knees an’ bow your head)
(An’ pull dat rope until you’re dead)
Let me go ‘way from the Mississippi
Let me go ‘way from de white man boss
Show me dat stream called de river Jordan
Dat’s de ol’ stream dat I long to cross
(Ol’ man river, dat ol’ man river)
(He mus’ know sumpin’, but don’t say nothin’)
(He just keeps rollin’)
(He keeps on rollin’ along)
Long, low river
Forever keeps rollin’
(Don’ plant taters, he don’ plant cotton)
(And dem dat plants’ em is soon forgotten)
(But ol’ man river
(He jes’ keeps rollin’ along)
Long low river
Keeps singin’ dis song
You an’ me, we sweat an’ strain
Body all achin’ and wracked wid pain
Tote dat barge! Lift dat bale!
Git a little drunk and ya lands in jail
Ah gits weary an’ sick o’ tryin’
Ah’m tired o livin’ an’ skeered o’ dyin’
But ol’ man river
He jes’ keeps rollin’ along!
