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What a Movie!
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What a movie!
What a terrible, awful movie!
It's a crime what they put on the screen!
I can hardly believe what I've seen!
Do they think we're a lot of children?
It would bore any four year old!
What drivel! What nonsense!
What escapist Technicolor twaddle!
"Trouble in Tahiti," indeed!
"Trouble in Tahiti," imagine!
There she is in her inch or two of sarong
Floating, floating, floating, all among the
floating flowers.
Then she sees him, the handsome American.
(I must say he's really a man,
Six feet tall, and each foot just incredible!)
Well, they're madly in love,
But there's trouble ahead;
There's a legend:
"If a princess marry white man, and rain fall that day,
Then the white man shall be sacrifice without delay."
Sure enough, on the night of their wedding day,
There's a storm like nothing on earth;
Tidal waves and siroccos and hurricanes;
And to top it all off,
The volcano erupts.
As the natives sing: Ah! Ah! Ah! Olé!
They go crazy with the drumming and the chanting and ritual dance,
While the lovers sing a ballad of South Seas romance.
It's so lovely, I wish I could think of it;
Da da dee da da…
It was called "Island Magic,"
I think it was.
Oh, a beautiful song!
I remember it now:
"Island Magic, where the midnight breezes caress us,
And the stars above
seem to bless us,
That's Island Magic, Island Magic."
Well, in any case, the hero is tied to a tree.
(Did I tell you he's a flyer
who got lost at sea?)
Anyway, all the natives are crazy now,
Running wild with lances and knives;
Then they pile up the wood for the sacrifice,
And the witch doctor comes,
And he sets it on fire.
As the natives sing: Ah! Ah! Ah! Olé!
But at this point, comes the good old U.S. Navy,
A-singin' a song.
They come swarming down in parachutes a thousand strong!
Everything now is cleared up and wonderful:
Everyone is happy as pie;
And they all do a great rumba version of "Island Magic" of course!
It's a dazzling sight;
With the sleek brown native women dancing with the U.S. Navy boys,
And a hundred-piece symphony orchestra:
Island Magic! Where the palm trees whisper together,
And it's always warm summer weather,
That's Island Magic,
Island Magic! With the one I love very near;
Island Magic, Whispering native words in my ear.
Island Magic,
Only you, my darling, could weave it,
And I never ever will leave it,
And I simply cannot believe
It really is mine!
Island Magic!
Island Ma…"
What a terrible, awful movie!!!
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Seguidilla
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Près des remparts de Séville
chez mon ami Lillas Pastia,
j’irai danser la seguedille
et boire du Manzanilla,
j’irai chez mon ami Lillas Pastia.
Oui, mais toute seule on s’ennuie,
et les vrais plaisirs sont à deux;
donc pour me tenir compagnie,
j’ammènerai mon amoureux!
Mon amoureux!.. il est au diable!
Je l’ai mis à la porte hier!
Mon pauvre coeur, très consolable,
mon coeur est libre comme l’air!
J’ai des galants à la douzaine;
mais ils ne sont pas à mon gré.
Voici la fin de la semaine:
qui veut m’aimer? je l’aimerai!
Qui veut mon âme? Elle est à prendre!
Vous arrivez au bon moment!
Je n’ai guère le temps d’attendre,
car avec mon nouvel amant
près des remparts de Séville,
chez mon ami Lillas Pastia,
j’irai danser la seguedille
et boire du Manzanilla,
dimanche, j’irai chez mon ami Pastia!
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Children of the Wind
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Hiding in the wheat fields
From the Cossacks and the screams
Flames are on the hillside
Blood is in the streams
All the world is burning
That's the way that it seems
David, did they hurt you darling?
Show me where they hurt you darling
Every night it fills my dreams.
I see us running through the forest
And there's forty miles to go
Sneaking past the border
In the silent snow
Sleeping under haystacks
Eating roots where they grow.
Begging on the pier at Danzig
Well, we made it here from Danzig
What's another mile or so?
We're children of the wind
Blown across the earth
Pieces of a heart,
Scattered worlds apart.
So far, from those we love
All the children of the wind.
There's a morning I want someday to see
All the children of my children are there
And they're very, very noisy
Running through my kitchen
And they've been there, for a life time
And I know then, they will never be
Children of the wind
Longing to be one
Half a world away,
We will make a way.
Great ships and iron trains
Cross the seas and plains
Take us to the day
Bring us to the shore.
No more, the children of the wind!
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Somewhere
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There's a place for us,
Somewhere a place for us.
Peace and quiet and open air
Wait for us
Somewhere.
There's a time for us,
Some day a time for us,
Time together with time spare,
Time to learn, time to care,
Some day!
Somewhere.
We'll find a new way of living,
We'll find a way of forgiving
Somewhere . . .
There's a place for us,
A time and place for us.
Hold my hand and we're halfway there.
Hold my hand and I'll take you there
Somehow,
Some day,
Somewhere!
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The more I travel,
Across the gravel,
The more I sail the sea.
The more I feel convinced to the fact,
New York's the town for me.
That crazy skyline
Is right in my line,
And when I'm far away,
I'm able to bear it for several hours
Then I break down and say.
Take me back to Manhattan,
Take me back to New York.
I'm just longing to see once more
My little home on the hundredth floor!
Can you wonder I'm gloomy?
Can you smile when i frown?
I miss the east side, the west side,
the north side, and the south side.
So take me back to Manhattan,
That dear old dirty town!
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The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gay
The glory that was Rome is of another day
I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan
I'm going home to my city by the Bay
I left my heart in San Francisco
High on a hill, it calls to me
To be where little cable cars climb halfway to the stars
The morning fog may chill the air, I don't care
My love waits there in San Francisco
Above the blue and windy sea
When I come home to you, San Francisco
Your golden sun will shine for me
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On a Slow Boat to China
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I'd like to get you
On a slow boat to China,
All to myself alone.
To get you and keep you in my arms evermore,
Leave all your lovers
Weeping on the faraway shore.
Out on the briny
With the moon big and shinny,
Melting your heart of stone.
Darling, I'd love to get you
On a slow boat to China,
All to myself alone.
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The Boy from Ipanema
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Tall and tan and young and handsome
The boy from Ipanema goes walking
And when he passes, each girl he passes goes ahah
When he walks, he's like a samba
He swings so cool and sways so gently
That when he passes, each girl he passes goes ahah
Oh, but I watch him so sadly
How can I tell him I love him
Yes, I would give my heart gladly
But each day when he walks to the sea
He looks straight ahead, not at me
Tall and tan and young and handsome
The boy from Ipanema goes walking
And when he passes, I smile
But he doesn't see, no doesn't see
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9. |
The Boy Next Door
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The moment I saw him smile
I knew he was just my style
My only regret is we've never met
Though I dream of him all the while
But he doesn't know I exist
No matter how I may persist
So it's clear to see there's no hope for me
Though I live at fifty-one-thirty-five Kensington Avenue
And he lives at fifty-one-thirty-three
How can I ignore the boy next door
I love him more than I can say
Doesn't try to please me
Doesn't even tease me
And he never sees me glance his way
And though I'm heart-sore, the boy next door
Affection for me won't display
I just adore him
So I can't ignore him
The boy next door
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The Trolley Song
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With my high starched-collar and my high-topped shoes
And my hair piled high upon my head,
I went to lose a jolly hour on the trolley
And lost my heart instead.
With his light brown derby and his bright green tie,
He was quite the handsomest of men.
I started to yen so I counted to ten
Then I counted to ten again.
Clang, clang, clang went the trolley,
Ding, ding, ding went the bell,
Zing, zing, zing went my heart strings,
From the moment I saw him I fell.
Chug, chug, chug went the motor,
Bump, bump, bump went the brake,
Thump, thump, thump went my heart strings,
When he smiled I could feel the car shake.
He tipped his hat, and took a seat.
He said he hoped he hadn't stepped upon my feet.
He asked my name, I held my breath.
I couldn't speak because he scared me half to death.
Buzz, buzz, buzz went the buzzer,
Plop, plop, plop went the wheels,
Stop, stop, stop went my heart strings,
As he started to leave,
I took hold of his sleeve with my hand,
And as if it were planned,
He stayed on with me and it was grand just to stand
With his hand holding mine to the end of the line.
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Wonderful World
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I see trees of green,
red roses too.
I see them bloom,
for me and you.
And I think to myself,
what a wonderful world.
I see skies of blue,
And clouds of white.
The bright blessed day,
The dark sacred night.
And I think to myself,
What a wonderful world.
The colors of the rainbow,
So pretty in the sky.
Are also on the faces,
Of people going by,
I see friends shaking hands.
Saying, "How do you do?"
They're really saying,
"I love you".
I hear babies cry,
I watch them grow,
They'll learn much more,
Than I'll ever know.
And I think to myself,
What a wonderful world.
Yes, I think to myself,
What a wonderful world.
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Calypso
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Driver drive faster and make a good run
Down the Springfield Line under the shining sun.
Fly like an aeroplane, don’t pull up short
Till you brake for Grand Central Station, New York.
For there in the middle of the waiting-hall
Should be standing the one that I love best of all.
If he’s not there to meet me when I get to town
I’ll stand on the side-walk with tears rolling down.
For he is the one that I love to look on,
The acme of kindness and perfection.
He presses my hand and he says he loves me,
Which I find a admirable peculiarity.
The woods are bright green on both sides of the line,
The trees have their loves though they’re different from mine.
But the poor fat old banker in the sun-parlour car
Has no one to love him except his cigar.
If I were the Head of the Church or the State,
I’d powder my nose and just tell them to wait.
For love’s more important and powerful than
Ever a priest or a politician.
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My Ship
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My ship has sails that are made of silk
The decks are trimmed with gold
And of jam and spice
There's a paradise in the hold
My ship's aglow with a million pearls
And rubies fill each bin
The sun sits high in a sapphire sky
When my ship comes in
I can wait the years till it appears
One fine day one spring
But the pearls and such
They don't mean much
If there's missing just one thing
I do not care if that day arrives
That dream need never be
If the ship I sing
Doesn't also bring
My own true love to me
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I'll Be Seeing You
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I'll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day and through
In that small café
The park across the way
The children's carousel
The chestnut trees, the wishing well
I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day
In everything that's light and gay
I'll always think of you that way
I'll find you in the morning sun
And when the night is new
I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing you
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Jacqueline Novikov Boston, Massachusetts
Soprano Jacqueline Novikov, founder of Forma Music, is dedicated to entertaining and educating audiences through classical vocal music. She uses music's powerful language to express life's humorous, serious, mundane and sacred truths. Jacqueline holds a B.M. from the Eastman School of Music in Rochester, NY and a M.M. from Manhattan School of Music in New York City. ... more
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