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incandescensOkay, this is that meme about "set your iTunes or other computer music player to shuffle, and then pick a couple of lines from 25 songs as they come out of it". As I've got a lot of French and instrumental stuff on my music selection, I had to skip stuff that really wouldn't work. Oh well.
A few selected lines follow. (Just one would be too few. It's not enough to enjoy or look back on.) Actual identification of music will be in a later post, for the curious.
Take your best shot.
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1)
J' n'ai pas choisi de l'etre, mais c'est la, "l'innamoramento",
L'amour, la mort, peut-etre, mais suspendre le temps pour un mot . . .
2)
I once loved a woman, a child I'm told,
I'd give her my heart and she wanted my soul
3)
Seraph choir singeth, angel bell ringeth,
Hark how they rhyme it, time it and chime it
4)
Why, you ask, was I bound and chained in this cold and dismal place?
Not for any mortal sin, but the wickedness of my abhorrent face!
5)
Purple french tail lights and thirty inch fins (oh yeah)
A Palomino dashboard and duel muffler twins (oh yeah)
With new pistons, plugs, and shocks I can get off my rocks
You know that I ain't bragging she's a real pussy wagon
6)
Let it be me (this is not a parting song)
Let it be me (not a wrong for a wrong)
Let it be me (if the world is night, shine my life like a light)
7)
See the nightbird softly fly
Why does she fly alone
Is the moonlight just a flame for her memory
Now she's gone
8)
You'd be the cause, I had no doubt,
Of any trouble here about,
You play the virgin in the light
But need no urging in the night . . .
9)
. . . and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, the Mighty God, the Everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace . . .
10)
Fun while it lasted, but now it is ended,
While you were mine, you were fine and splendid,
No point in complaining, but one thing consoles me
It's nothing more or less than what my mother told me . . .
11)
I can try to pretend, I can try to forget,
But it's driving me mad, going out of my head
12)
C'est une histoire qui a pour lieu
Paris la belle en l'an de Dieu
Mil quatre cent quatre vingt deux
Histoire d'amour et de desir . . .
Nous les artistes anonymes
De la sculpture ou de la rime
Tenterons de vous la transcrire
Pour les siecles a venir
13)
The judge said, "Son, what is your alibi?
If you were somewhere else then you won't have to die."
I spoke not a word, though it meant my life,
For I'd been in the arms of my best friend's wife.
14)
And love is a stranger who'll beckon you on,
Don't think of the danger, or the stranger is gone . . .
15)
tu peux bien te perdre, et tu peux, demain
sans rien me dire, disparaître, je sais bien
que tu peux nous perdre, toi qui ne veux pas
que sur ton chemin, on s'arrête mais tu vois
je rêve de me perdre
si c'est me perdre avec toi, toi
et je cours à ma perte
si tu n'as rien d'autre pour moi, que çà
16)
Oh when I was a seeker, I sought both night and day . . .
17)
Though it gives me no joy adding to your satisfaction
You can safely assume your late unlamented employee
Knows if he wins then the only thing is the chess
18)
Mother, your eyes have gone suddenly cold
And it wasn't what I was expecting
Once I did think that I'd find comfort there
And instead you've gone hard and suspecting
19)
God bless Mother Nature,
She's a single woman too,
She took on the heavens
And she did what she had to do . . .
20)
I can see by her eyes she's been waiting, standing in the slant of the late afternoon,
And she turns to me with her hand extended, her palm is split with a flower, with a flame . . .
21)
I was waiting at the station, I was all anticipation,
I was painted, I was polished, I was shining like a star,
And then he whistled at me . . .
22)
He bought me the fur thing five winters ago, and the gown the following Fall,
Then the necklace, the bag, the gloves and the hat, that was late forty-eight, I recall,
Then last night in his apartment he tried to remove them all,
And I said as I ran down the hall . . .
23)
fallen angels at my feet
whispered voices at my ear
death before my eyes
lying next to me i fear
she beckons me shall i give in
upon my end shall i begin
forsaking all i've fallen for i rise to meet the end
24)
Je me dis que le rossignol est sans pitie,
Il ne chante pas la pitie
Ni par pitie . . .
25)
I was cheated by you, and I think you know when,
So I made up my mind it must come to an end
Look at me now -- will I ever learn?
I don't know how but I suddenly lose control,
There's a fire within my soul . . .
A few selected lines follow. (Just one would be too few. It's not enough to enjoy or look back on.) Actual identification of music will be in a later post, for the curious.
Take your best shot.
---
1)
J' n'ai pas choisi de l'etre, mais c'est la, "l'innamoramento",
L'amour, la mort, peut-etre, mais suspendre le temps pour un mot . . .
2)
I once loved a woman, a child I'm told,
I'd give her my heart and she wanted my soul
3)
Seraph choir singeth, angel bell ringeth,
Hark how they rhyme it, time it and chime it
4)
Why, you ask, was I bound and chained in this cold and dismal place?
Not for any mortal sin, but the wickedness of my abhorrent face!
5)
Purple french tail lights and thirty inch fins (oh yeah)
A Palomino dashboard and duel muffler twins (oh yeah)
With new pistons, plugs, and shocks I can get off my rocks
You know that I ain't bragging she's a real pussy wagon
6)
Let it be me (this is not a parting song)
Let it be me (not a wrong for a wrong)
Let it be me (if the world is night, shine my life like a light)
7)
See the nightbird softly fly
Why does she fly alone
Is the moonlight just a flame for her memory
Now she's gone
8)
You'd be the cause, I had no doubt,
Of any trouble here about,
You play the virgin in the light
But need no urging in the night . . .
9)
. . . and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, the Mighty God, the Everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace . . .
10)
Fun while it lasted, but now it is ended,
While you were mine, you were fine and splendid,
No point in complaining, but one thing consoles me
It's nothing more or less than what my mother told me . . .
11)
I can try to pretend, I can try to forget,
But it's driving me mad, going out of my head
12)
C'est une histoire qui a pour lieu
Paris la belle en l'an de Dieu
Mil quatre cent quatre vingt deux
Histoire d'amour et de desir . . .
Nous les artistes anonymes
De la sculpture ou de la rime
Tenterons de vous la transcrire
Pour les siecles a venir
13)
The judge said, "Son, what is your alibi?
If you were somewhere else then you won't have to die."
I spoke not a word, though it meant my life,
For I'd been in the arms of my best friend's wife.
14)
And love is a stranger who'll beckon you on,
Don't think of the danger, or the stranger is gone . . .
15)
tu peux bien te perdre, et tu peux, demain
sans rien me dire, disparaître, je sais bien
que tu peux nous perdre, toi qui ne veux pas
que sur ton chemin, on s'arrête mais tu vois
je rêve de me perdre
si c'est me perdre avec toi, toi
et je cours à ma perte
si tu n'as rien d'autre pour moi, que çà
16)
Oh when I was a seeker, I sought both night and day . . .
17)
Though it gives me no joy adding to your satisfaction
You can safely assume your late unlamented employee
Knows if he wins then the only thing is the chess
18)
Mother, your eyes have gone suddenly cold
And it wasn't what I was expecting
Once I did think that I'd find comfort there
And instead you've gone hard and suspecting
19)
God bless Mother Nature,
She's a single woman too,
She took on the heavens
And she did what she had to do . . .
20)
I can see by her eyes she's been waiting, standing in the slant of the late afternoon,
And she turns to me with her hand extended, her palm is split with a flower, with a flame . . .
21)
I was waiting at the station, I was all anticipation,
I was painted, I was polished, I was shining like a star,
And then he whistled at me . . .
22)
He bought me the fur thing five winters ago, and the gown the following Fall,
Then the necklace, the bag, the gloves and the hat, that was late forty-eight, I recall,
Then last night in his apartment he tried to remove them all,
And I said as I ran down the hall . . .
23)
fallen angels at my feet
whispered voices at my ear
death before my eyes
lying next to me i fear
she beckons me shall i give in
upon my end shall i begin
forsaking all i've fallen for i rise to meet the end
24)
Je me dis que le rossignol est sans pitie,
Il ne chante pas la pitie
Ni par pitie . . .
25)
I was cheated by you, and I think you know when,
So I made up my mind it must come to an end
Look at me now -- will I ever learn?
I don't know how but I suddenly lose control,
There's a fire within my soul . . .
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Date: 2004-12-10 01:06 am (UTC)6) Indigo Girls, Let It Be Me
8) Les Miserables, At the End of the Day or thereabouts.
11) Sounds like something I should know. -.-
13) Also sounds like something I should know.
*goes to look at the other post now to see how I did*
(Hah, I knew I should have known 11. Among a few others that I'm familiar with but didn't recognize.)
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Date: 2004-12-10 01:24 am (UTC)6) Yup.
8) Yup.
11) Quite possibly.
13) I suspect that other singers beside this one have handled this song . . .
(Hope you don't mind the answer-post format, but couldn't remember how to cross things out.)
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Date: 2004-12-10 01:51 am (UTC)I have a wonderful version of this being sung by the Rolling Stones and the Chieftans ( Off this (http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000003FRH/qid=1102643353/sr=8-1/ref=pd_ka_1/103-1060407-1620650?v=glance&s=music&n=507846) - spoilers ). Do you prefer the Dylan or Baez version better of #2?
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Date: 2004-12-10 09:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-10 02:23 am (UTC)Like The Band, who did it best AFAIC.
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Date: 2004-12-10 09:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-10 01:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-10 01:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-10 01:23 am (UTC)(I can never remember how to do the crossing-out thing . . .)
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Date: 2004-12-10 01:25 am (UTC)*got that one burned into her BRAIN from Father's House...*
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Date: 2004-12-10 09:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-10 01:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-10 09:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-10 12:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-10 02:20 am (UTC)12) The first song from Notre Dame de paris. We watched part of a performance during my last year of high school French, and then I downloaded half the soundtrack.
13) "Long Black Veil". I'm familiar with the cover by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds.
19) "It's Raining Men". Again, I'm familiar with a cover, by Geri Halliwell.
25) "Mamma Mia" by ABBA. :D
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Date: 2004-12-10 02:23 am (UTC)I should have known number 11, too.
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Date: 2004-12-10 09:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-10 02:26 am (UTC)Number 9 being from it, I know all too well.
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Date: 2004-12-10 02:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-10 09:21 am (UTC)(snerks re Grease and cutting the dialogue) I hate to think how much of the show got edited . . .
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Date: 2004-12-10 10:34 am (UTC)As to Grease, we actually weren't forced to cut out all that much. A couple not-very-harsh cusses, the blatant smoking (though, amusingly enough, not the blatant drinking - I got to go spike the punch during the dance scene, because I was gone when they learned the dance *grin*). That was about it.
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Date: 2004-12-10 10:56 am (UTC)Heh. I'm glad you didn't have to cut too much of Grease. It's a fun show. (I was nearly in a production of it at university -- strictly amateur stuff -- but it coincided with one of Gondoliers (given a Godfather makeover) and I chose to go for that instead. (Would have been chorus, in either case.) Didn't you even get allowed to pose with candy cigarettes, or was it a total ban?
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Date: 2004-12-10 10:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-10 12:56 pm (UTC)Anyhow, the people organising the weekend bought a load of boxes of candy cigarettes and sold them to the players (at cost price). We all got to play with cigarettes and gesture meaningfully with them, which was perfectly appropriate to the period. It was a marvellous idea.
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Date: 2004-12-10 03:35 am (UTC)It's "Go Tell it on the Mountain."
*shaking head* Every Christmas. XD
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Date: 2004-12-10 09:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-10 06:10 am (UTC)13: Long Black Veil, Traditional Ballad
19: It's Raining Men, The Weathergirls
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Date: 2004-12-10 09:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-10 12:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-10 12:57 pm (UTC)( . . . he looked in my direction / He whistled at me -- this could be my connection . . .)
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Date: 2004-12-10 02:09 pm (UTC)20) is, I believe, Solitude Standing by Suzanne Vega.
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Date: 2004-12-10 02:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-10 04:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-10 04:33 pm (UTC)(We did a production of Guys and Dolls at school. I ended up in the Salvation Army group, probably because I couldn't dance, and you can guess what the other male female chorus group was . . .)
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Date: 2004-12-10 09:30 pm (UTC)13) She walks these hills (in a long, black veil. Visits my grave when the night winds wail. Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me).
18) Something by Vega, blanking on what
20) Solitude Standing, Suzanne Vega -- I know that one! O:>
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Date: 2004-12-10 09:48 pm (UTC)