Thursday, August 23, 2012
Sunday, August 19, 2012
The Alan Parsons Project- Old And Wise
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(lead vocal - colin bluntstone)
As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows approaching me
And to those i left behind
I wanted you to know
You've always shared my deepest thoughts
You follow where i go
And oh when i'm old and wise
Bitter words mean little to me
Autumn winds will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they asked me if i knew you
I'd smile and say you were a friend of mine
And the sadness would be lifted from my eyes
Oh when i'm old and wise
As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows surrounding me
And to those i leave behind
I want you all to know
You've always shared my darkest hours
I'll miss you when i go
And oh, when i'm old and wise
Heavy words that tossed and blew me
Like autumn winds that will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they ask you if you knew me
Remember that you were a frined of mine
As the final curtain falls before my eyes
Oh when i'm old and wise
As far as my eyes can see
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(lead vocal - colin bluntstone)
As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows approaching me
And to those i left behind
I wanted you to know
You've always shared my deepest thoughts
You follow where i go
And oh when i'm old and wise
Bitter words mean little to me
Autumn winds will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they asked me if i knew you
I'd smile and say you were a friend of mine
And the sadness would be lifted from my eyes
Oh when i'm old and wise
As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows surrounding me
And to those i leave behind
I want you all to know
You've always shared my darkest hours
I'll miss you when i go
And oh, when i'm old and wise
Heavy words that tossed and blew me
Like autumn winds that will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they ask you if you knew me
Remember that you were a frined of mine
As the final curtain falls before my eyes
Oh when i'm old and wise
As far as my eyes can see
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Saturday, August 18, 2012
Mikhail Glinka, Waltz Fantasia (Valse Fantaisie) (1856)
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(Transl.: A. Hoffman).
Uploaded by moydodir79 on Nov 11, 2011
M. I. Glinka (1804-1857)
Waltz Fantasia (Valse Fantaisie, Waltz Fantasy) (1856)
Глинка. Вальс Фантазия. Дир.: Светланов.
USSR Symphony Orchestra
Cond.: Evegeny Svetlanov
Recorded in 1968
In 1839 Glinka composed a waltz-scherzo for piano. In this fateful year he fell in love with the young and bright Yekaterina Kern (1818-1904) and separated from his wife after four years of marriage: "My grief is light" (Pechal' moya svetla) reads the epigraph on his work, borrowed from a poem by Pushkin. As "melancholic waltz" (orchestrated by the conductor of the Court Orchestra in Pavlovsk) the piano scherzo caused a sensation. In 1845, now orchestrated by the composer himself, it was performed under Hector Berlioz in Paris. A revision in 1856 resulted in the final title: Valse-fantaisie. (...) In 1856 Glinka dedicated his Valse-fantaisie to his "old friend K. A. Bulgakov" and commented on the gift as follows: "This music will remind you of the days of love and youth." The composition served Tchaikovsky and Glazunov in all respects as a model. Later on it even inspired Shostakovitch.
Sigrid Neef
Waltz Fantasia (Valse Fantaisie, Waltz Fantasy) (1856)
Глинка. Вальс Фантазия. Дир.: Светланов.
USSR Symphony Orchestra
Cond.: Evegeny Svetlanov
Recorded in 1968
In 1839 Glinka composed a waltz-scherzo for piano. In this fateful year he fell in love with the young and bright Yekaterina Kern (1818-1904) and separated from his wife after four years of marriage: "My grief is light" (Pechal' moya svetla) reads the epigraph on his work, borrowed from a poem by Pushkin. As "melancholic waltz" (orchestrated by the conductor of the Court Orchestra in Pavlovsk) the piano scherzo caused a sensation. In 1845, now orchestrated by the composer himself, it was performed under Hector Berlioz in Paris. A revision in 1856 resulted in the final title: Valse-fantaisie. (...) In 1856 Glinka dedicated his Valse-fantaisie to his "old friend K. A. Bulgakov" and commented on the gift as follows: "This music will remind you of the days of love and youth." The composition served Tchaikovsky and Glazunov in all respects as a model. Later on it even inspired Shostakovitch.
Sigrid Neef
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Summertime Featuring Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald - Remix by Lubzi
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Featuring Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald
LYRICS:
Summertime,
And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy's rich
And your ma is good lookin'
So hush little baby
Don't you cry
One of these mornings
You're goin' to rise up singing
Then you will spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky
But till that morning
There's nothing can harm you
With your daddy and mammy standing by...
And your ma is good lookin'
So hush little baby
Don't you cry
One of these mornings
You're goin' to rise up singing
Then you will spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky
But till that morning
There's nothing can harm you
With your daddy and mammy standing by...
Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong - Summertime
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LYRICS:
Summertime,
And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy's rich
And your ma is good lookin'
So hush little baby
Don't you cry
One of these mornings
You're goin' to rise up singing
Then you will spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky
But till that morning
There's nothing can harm youWith your daddy and mammy standing by.
LYRICS:
Summertime,
And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy's rich
And your ma is good lookin'
So hush little baby
Don't you cry
One of these mornings
You're goin' to rise up singing
Then you will spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky
But till that morning
There's nothing can harm youWith your daddy and mammy standing by.
Summertime - Lena Horne
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LYRICS:
Summertime,
And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy's rich
And your ma is good lookin'
So hush little baby
Don't you cry
One of these mornings
You're goin' to rise up singing
Then you will spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky
But till that morning
There's nothing can harm youWith your daddy and mammy standing by.
LYRICS:
Summertime,
And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy's rich
And your ma is good lookin'
So hush little baby
Don't you cry
One of these mornings
You're goin' to rise up singing
Then you will spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky
But till that morning
There's nothing can harm youWith your daddy and mammy standing by.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Here comes the rain again - Eurythmics. Lubmix
Remix by Lubzi
Here comes the rain again - Eurythmics
+ Dj Suco
Lys GAUTY "Je ne t'aime pas" 1934 (Kurt Weill / Maurice Magre).
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Musique de Kurt Weill (1900-1950) et paroles de Maurice Magre (1877-1941)..
Uploaded by LYSGAUTYVIDEO on Mar 28, 2010
Lys Gauty (1900-1994) enregistrée le 19 octobre 1934.
"Retire ta main, je ne t'aime pas,
Car tu l'as voulu, tu n'es qu'une amie,
Pour d'autres sont faits, le creux de tes bras,
Et ton cher baiser, ta tête endormie.
Ne me parle pas, lorsque c'est le soir,
Trop intimement, à voix basse même,
Ne me donne pas surtout ton mouchoir,
I l referme trop le parfum que j'aime.
Dis-moi tes amours, je ne t'aime pas,
Quelle heure te fut la plus ennivrante,
Je ne t'aime pas,
Et s'il t'aimait bien, ou s'il fut ingrat,
En me le disant, ne sois pas charmante,
Je ne t'aime pas.
Je n'ai pas pleuré, je n'ai pas souffert,
Ce n'était qu'un rêve et qu'une folie,
Il me suffira que tes yeux soient clairs,
Sans regret du soir, ni mélancolie.
Il me suffira de voir ton bonheur,
Il me suffira de voir ton sourire,
Conte-moi comment il a pris ton coeur,
Et même dis-moi ce qu'on ne peut dire.
Non, tais-toi plutôt, je suis à genoux,
Le feu s'est éteint, la porte est fermée,
Je ne t'aime pas,
Ne demande rien, je pleure, c'est tout,
Je ne t'aime pas,
Je ne t'aime pas, oh ma bien aimée!
Retire ta main, je ne t'aime pas,
Je ne t'aime pas...oh ma bien aimée!"
Musique de Kurt Weill (1900-1950) et paroles de Maurice Magre (1877-1941). Lys Gauty fut la première interprète de cette chanson.
"Retire ta main, je ne t'aime pas,
Car tu l'as voulu, tu n'es qu'une amie,
Pour d'autres sont faits, le creux de tes bras,
Et ton cher baiser, ta tête endormie.
Ne me parle pas, lorsque c'est le soir,
Trop intimement, à voix basse même,
Ne me donne pas surtout ton mouchoir,
I l referme trop le parfum que j'aime.
Dis-moi tes amours, je ne t'aime pas,
Quelle heure te fut la plus ennivrante,
Je ne t'aime pas,
Et s'il t'aimait bien, ou s'il fut ingrat,
En me le disant, ne sois pas charmante,
Je ne t'aime pas.
Je n'ai pas pleuré, je n'ai pas souffert,
Ce n'était qu'un rêve et qu'une folie,
Il me suffira que tes yeux soient clairs,
Sans regret du soir, ni mélancolie.
Il me suffira de voir ton bonheur,
Il me suffira de voir ton sourire,
Conte-moi comment il a pris ton coeur,
Et même dis-moi ce qu'on ne peut dire.
Non, tais-toi plutôt, je suis à genoux,
Le feu s'est éteint, la porte est fermée,
Je ne t'aime pas,
Ne demande rien, je pleure, c'est tout,
Je ne t'aime pas,
Je ne t'aime pas, oh ma bien aimée!
Retire ta main, je ne t'aime pas,
Je ne t'aime pas...oh ma bien aimée!"
Musique de Kurt Weill (1900-1950) et paroles de Maurice Magre (1877-1941). Lys Gauty fut la première interprète de cette chanson.
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