Posted on 12/30/2011 6:10:45 PM PST by AZamericonnie
I like that tune.
Can you find the version by the Coolies?
What a cutie!
LOL
I’ll try! :)
hang on for a few......
She’s going to be a heartbreaker when she reaches dating age.
She’s gonna break some hearts...
~~Tunes For The Troops~~
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Couldn’t find it, MY. Looked in all my sources. :)
Sorry......
Y’all had just about the same assessment! I think you’re right.
She is one headstrong little gal, too! Whoof! Whoever he is,
he’d better be tough. LOL!
Thanks, unique, for the party guys.
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Andy Williams ~ Butterfly
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Happy New Year!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dMU7kFIszis
The Letter Johnny Walker Read - Asleep At The Wheel
The next four numbers are to be sung together. They start with a baritone “rage’ aria.
Estuans interius (Burning inside)
ira vehementi (with violent anger)
in amaritudine (bitterly)
loquor mee menti: (I speak to my heart:)
factus de materia, (created from matter,)
cinis elementi, (of the ashes of the elements,)
similis sum folio, (I am like a leaf,)
de quo ludunt venti. (played with by the winds.)
Cum sit enim proprium (If it is the way)
viro sapienti (of the wise man)
supra petram ponere (to build)
sedem fundamenti, (foundations on stone,)
stultus ego comparor (the I am a fool)
fluvio labenti, (like a flowing stream,)
sub eodem tramite (which in its course)
nunquam permanenti. (never changes.)
Feror ego veluti (I am carried along)
sine nauta navis, (like a ship without a steersman,)
ut per vias aeris (and in the paths of the air)
vaga fertur avis; (like a light hovering bird;)
non me tenent vincula, (chains cannot hold me,)
non me tenet clavis, (keys cannot imprison me,)
quero mihi similes (I look for people like me)
et adiungor pravis. (and join the wretches.)
Mihi cordis gravitas (The heaviness of my heart)
res videtur gravis; (seems like a burden to me;)
iocis est amabilis (it is pleasant to joke)
dulciorque favis; (and sweeter than honeycomb;)
quicquid Venus imperat, (whatever Venus commands)
labor est suavis, (is a sweet duty,)
que nunquam in cordibus (she never dwells)
habitat ignavis. (in a lazy heart.)
Via lata gradior (I travel the broad path)
more iuventutis, (as is the way of youth,)
inplicor et vitiis (I give myself to vice,)
immemor virtutis, (unmindful of virtue,)
voluptatis avidus (I am eager for the pleasures of the flesh) magis quam salutis, (more than for salvation,)
mortuus in anima (my soul is dead)
curam gero cutis. (so I shall look after the flesh.)
This is followed immediately by a tenor aria which requires the use of falsetto.
Olim lacus colueram, (Once I lived on lakes,)
olim pulcher extiteram, (once I looked beautiful,)
dum cignus ego fueram. (when I was a swan.)
Miser, miser! (Misery! Misery!)
Modo niger (Now black)
et ustus fortiter! (and roasting fiercely!)
Girat, regirat garcifer; (The servant is turning me on the spit;)
me rogus urit fortiter: (I am burning fiercely on the pyre:)
propinat me nunc dapifer. (the steward now serves me up.)
Miser, miser! (Misery! Misery!)
Modo niger (Now black)
et ustus fortiter! (and roasting fiercely!)
Nunc in scutella iaceo, (Now I lie on a plate,)
et volitare nequeo, (and cannot fly anymore,)
dentes frendentes video. (I see bared teeth.)
Miser, miser! (Misery! Misery!)
Modo niger (Now black)
et ustus fortiter! (and roasting fiercely!)
After a fermata/attacca comes a baritone aria and chorus that is almost a capella. The only instruments that play are the percussion section imitating the sound of people banging their fists on a tavern table. Then there is one note on the French horn at the end to imitate a fart.
Ego sum abbas Cucaniensis, (I am the abbot of Cockaigne,)
et consilium meum est cum bibulis, (and my assembly is one of drinkers,)
et in secta Decii voluntas mea est, (and I wish to be in the order of Decius,)
et qui mane me quesierit in taberna, (and whoever searches me out at the tavern in the morning,)
post vesperam nudus egredietur, (after Vespers he will leave naked,)
et sic denudatus veste clamabit. (and thus stripped of his clothes he will call out.)
Wafna, wafna! (Woe! Woe!)
Quid fecisti sors turpassi? (What have you done, vilest Fate?)
Nostre vite gaudia (The joys of my life)
abstulisti omnia! (you have taken all away!)
A half rest leads into the next chorus, one of the most enjoyable numbers in the cantata.
In taberna quando sumus, (When we are in the tavern,)
non curamus quid sit humus, (we do not think how we will go to dust,)
sed ad ludum properamus, (but we hurry to gamble,)
cui semper insudamus. (which always makes us sweat.)
Quid agatur in taberna, (What happens in the tavern,)
ubi nummus est pincerna, (where money is host,)
hoc est opus ut queratur, (you may well ask,)
si quid loquar, audiatur. (and hear what I say.)
Quidam ludunt, quidam bibunt, (Some gamble, some drink,)
quidam indiscrete vivunt. (some behave loosely.)
Sed in ludo qui morantur, (But of those who gamble,)
es his quidam denudantur, (some are stripped bare,)
quidam ibi vestiuntur (some win their clothes here)
quidam saccis induuntur. (some are dressed in sacks.)
Ibi nullus timet mortem, (Here no one fears death,)
sed pro Baccho mittunt sortem. (but they throw the dice in the name of Bacchus.)
Primo pro nummata vini, (First of all it is to the wine merchant,)
ex hac bibunt libertini; (the libertines drink;)
semel bibunt pro captivis, (one for the prisoners,)
post hec bibunt ter pro vivis, (three for the living,)
quater pro Christianis cunctis, (four for all Christians,)
quinquies pro fidelibus defunctis, (five for the faithful dead,)
sexies pro sororibus vanis, (six for the loose sisters,)
septies pro militibus silvanis. (seven for the footpads in the wood.)
Octies pro fratribus perversis, (Eight for the errant brethren,)
nonies pro monachis dispersis, (nine for the dispersed monks,)
decies pro navigantibus, (ten for the seamen,)
undecies pro discordaniibus, (eleven for the squabblers,)
duodecies pro penitentibus, (twelve for the penitent,)
tredecies pro iter agentibus. (thirteen for the wayfarers.)
Tam pro papa quam pro rege (To the Pope as to the king)
bibunt omnes sine lege. (they all drink without restraint.)
Bibit hera, bibit herus, (The mistress drinks, the master drinks,)
bibit miles, bibit clerus, (the soldier drinks, the priest drinks,)
bibit ille, bibit illa, (the man drinks, the woman drinks,)
bibit servis cum ancilla, (the servant drinks with the maid,)
bibit velox, bibit piger, (the swift man drinks, the lazy man drinks,)
bibit albus, bibit niger, (the white man drinks, the black man drinks,)
bibit constans, bibit vagus, (the settled man drinks, the wanderer drinks,)
bibit rudis, bibit magnus. (the stupid man drinks, the wise man drinks.)
Bibit pauper et egrotus, (The poor man drinks, the sick man drinks,)
bibit exul et ignotus, (the exile drinks, and the stranger,)
bibit puer, bibit canus, (the boy drinks, the old man drinks,)
bibit presul et decanus, (the bishop drinks, and the deacon,)
bibit soror, bibit frater, (the sister drinks, the brother drinks,)
bibit anus, bibit mater, (the old lady drinks, the mother drinks,)
bibit ista, bibit ille, (this man drinks, that man drinks,)
bibunt centum, bibunt mille. (a hundred drink, a thousand drink.)
Parum sexcente nummate (Six hundred pennies would hardly)
durant, cum immoderate (suffice, if everyone)
bibunt omnes sine meta. (drinks immoderately and immeasurably.)
Quamvis bibant mente leta, (However much they cheerfully drink)
sic nos rodunt omnes gentes (we are the ones whom everyone scolds)
et sic erimus egentes. (and thus we are destitute.)
Qui nos rodunt confundantur (May those who slander us be cursed)
et cum iustis non scribantur. (and may their names not be written in the book of the righteous.)
The music stops cold here.
This is also from that very naughty R-rated German TV production. My only gripe is the chorus in “The Roasted Swan”. They sing the actual notes, when the proper approach is to treat it as though it were sung by a host of drunken college cheerleaders who miss half the tones because they’re shouting. Keep the kids away from this. Those nasty Germans and their bathroom humor!
~~Tunes For The Troops~~
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*HUG*
Happy New Year to you, too!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eK-7k8MHvnE
Willie Nelson - Shotgun Willie
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Willie Nelson ~ Healing Hands of Time
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