2008-07-23

Song Meme II

The earlier song meme has gone around the circle and returned to me. The rules are:
  1. Reply to this post and I'll assign you a letter.
  2. List 5 songs you like that start with that letter.
  3. Post them to your journal with these instructions.

This time I am to do songs starting with L. There are indeed a great many good songs beginning with L, especially in French and Spanish, but I fear I will succumb to some amount of Anglosaxon cultural imperialism in my choices.



Lost in Her Lips
Grimwood/Idlet

Lost in her lips, I'm getting lost in her lips,
And losing track of conversation.
If Lewis and Clark had just discovered these lips,
The expedition would have ended up in Mexico, no!

Lost in her lips, downtown New York in her lips,
I try to lift my eyes with no success.
I got on with a transfer, and now I missed my stop;
The bus driver is waving, pointing me out to a cop.
What am I saying? It doesn't matter;
What is she saying? Why should I care?
What could be more interesting than staring at these lips,
Failing to communicate?

Lost in her lips, I'm taking breakfast with her lips,
Scrambling my sentences and all.
Sitting at my table, there's coffee in my drink,
It's difficult to concentrate, impossible to think.
I ask them questions, to watch them answer;
Could you repeat that, so I might watch again?
What could be more interesting than staring at these lips,
Failing to communicate, failing to communicate?

Lost in her lips, I'm getting lost in her lips,
And losing track of conversation.
If Lewis and Clark had just discovered these lips,
The expedition would have ended up in Mexico, no!

Lost in her lips, taking a bath with her lips,
In a porcelain tub, reading a book,
It's two o'clock in the afternoon, and
there's music in the living room,
I've got nothing left to do but stare at these lips.
I ask them questions, to watch them answer;
Could you repeat that, so I might watch again?
What could be more interesting than staring at these lips,
What could be more wonderful than staring at these lips,
Failing to communicate, failing to communicate, hey!



Love Is All Around
Presley

I feel it in my fingers
I feel it in my toes
Love is all around me
And so the feeling grows.

It's written on the wind
It's everywhere I go, oh yes it is.
So if you really love me
Come on and let it show.

You know I love you, I always will
My mind's made up by the
Way that I feel
There's no beginning,
There'll be no end
cause on my love you can depend.

I see your face before me
As I lay on my bed
I kinda get to thinking
Of all the things you said, oh yes I did
You gave your promise to me and I
Gave mine to you

I need someone beside me
In everything I do, oh yes I do
You know I love you, I always will,
My mind's made up by the
Way that I feel
There's no beginning,
There'll be no end
cause on my love you can depend.

Got to keep it moving
Oh it's written in the wind
Oh everywhere I go, yeah, oh well
So if you really love me, love me, love me
Come on and let it show
Come on and let it show
Come on and let it
Come on and let it (come and let it show, baby)
Come on, come on, come on let it show baby
Come on and let it show
Come on and let it show, baby
Come on and let it show

OK, so the lyrics aren't exactly Shakespeare, but with a good boy band they do the trick anyway. And, yeah, I prefer the version by Wet Wet Wet to The Troggs' original, but I couldn't quite say why.



Long, Long Day
Simon

It's been a long, long day
I got some run-down shoes
Ain't got no place to stay
But any old place will be okay
Its been a long, long day

I sure been on this road
Done nearly fourteen years
Can't say my name's well known
You don't see my face in Rolling Stone
But I sure been on this road

Slow motion
Half a dollar bill
Jukebox in the corner
Shooting to kill
And its been a…

It's been a long, long day
I sure could use a friend
Don't know what else to say
I hate to abuse an old cliché
But it's been a long, long day
It's been a long, long day

I first thought I shouldn't add a Paul Simon song, as I had one last time, but seriously, there can't be a list of my favourite songs without a Paul Simon song.



Les feuilles mortes
Prévert/Kosma

Oh ! je voudrais tant que tu te souviennes
Des jours heureux où nous étions amis
En ce temps-là la vie était plus belle,
Et le soleil plus brûlant qu'aujourd'hui
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle
Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublié...
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle,
Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi
Et le vent du nord les emporte
Dans la nuit froide de l'oubli.
Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublié
La chanson que tu me chantais.

REFRAIN:
C'est une chanson qui nous ressemble
Toi, tu m'aimais et je t'aimais
Et nous vivions tous deux ensemble
Toi qui m'aimais, moi qui t'aimais
Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s'aiment
Tout doucement, sans faire de bruit
Et la mer efface sur le sable
Les pas des amants désunis.

Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle,
Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi
Mais mon amour silencieux et fidèle
Sourit toujours et remercie la vie
Je t'aimais tant, tu étais si jolie,
Comment veux-tu que je t'oublie?
En ce temps-là, la vie était plus belle
Et le soleil plus brûlant qu'aujourd'hui
Tu étais ma plus douce amie
Mais je n'ai que faire des regrets
Et la chanson que tu chantais
Toujours, toujours je l'entendrai !

REFRAIN

In English this song is known as “Autumn Leaves” and I have a recording with Cannonball Adderley and others where the theme is considerably expanded. Impressively, Eino Leino's poem ”Lapin Kesä” can be sung to the same melody and has been performed by Vesa-Matti Loiri.



Les bicyclettes de Belsize
Reed/Mason

Tourne retourne dans mes pensées le regret d'un amour
C'était à Londres un matin de mai à Belsize un beau jour un beau jour
Les bicyclettes de Belsize nous ont porté tous deux et nous roulions amoureux main dans la main
Seul le ciel tendre et bleu se mirait dans nos yeux nos yeux d'enfants heureux
Souvent je rêve encore aux bicyclettes de Belsize

Tourne retourne dans mon cœur trop lourd le bonheur de ma vie
Mais l'amour joue souvent de ces tours un jour tout es fini bien fini
Les bicyclettes de Belsize nous ont porté tous deux et nous roulions amoureux main dans la main
Seul le ciel tendre et bleu se mirait dans nos yeux nos yeux d'enfants heureux
Souvent je rêve encore aux bicyclettes de Belsize.

In the film Engelbert Humperdinck sang the theme, but for me the song is for ever associated with Mireille Mathieu, so therefore the lyrics in French.

8 comments:

Susan said...

I do that google alert thing where every time the name "IDLET" comes up, google lets me know. So I clicked on your blog - and see "Lost in Your Lips" - written by Keith Grimwood and Ezra Idlet (Ezra's my brother) - the 2-man-band known as Trout Fishing in America. (troutmusic.com)
Is this one of your favorite songs? I'm thinking it's fairly obscure; I haven't heard them perform this in a really long time. I really love it, though. Anyway - just HAD to comment!
Susan Idlet

kai said...

Gah! I'm being monitored! :-)

Hello there, Ezra's sister! I am honoured by your visit.

Yes, this is one of my favouritest Trout songs, “Alberta Postcard” being a close contender.

Please give my regards to Keith and Ezra.

Susan said...

I love Alberta Postcard, too. I've forwarded our blog to Ezra.
Take care!
s

thnidu said...

Susan: Them? Trout Fishing in America? Yay!! I haven't heard them in years -- don't remember where I heard them (radio) but I enjoyed it. Now I'll go to the website.

Kai: No, you're not being monitored. It's like... oh, HP & the Deathly Hallows probably isn't out in Svensk yet, so I won't make the analogy.

kai said...

Oh, the Swedish translator did a very high-speed (but decent (with caveats, but we can discuss translation at length later)) job of HPatDH, so it was available some nine months after the English release. But of course, we all read the original right when it was released (remember the pictures of the Only-begotten Daughter camping out outside the Science Fiction Bookstore?). In fact I just moments ago cleaned away the book from the kitchen table, where the Daughter had left it, as is her wont.

So anyway, this goes to demonstrate that any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.

thnidu said...

Ach, ja, I'd forgotten that. Well, then, you're not being monitored. Susan's made her last name ... well, not taboo on the Internet, but it sets off a similar alarm.

"so it was available some nine months after the English release." -- An honorable interval.

chris said...

LAY LADY LAY! YOU FORGOT THE BEST SONG IN THE WORLD!

oh well, det är väl bara jag.

kai said...

Hur det nu kommer sig så har jag i min poetiska bakgrund på nåt sätt missat det mesta av Dylan – både Bob och Thomas – så jag var t o m tvungen att kolla upp “Lay, Lady, Lay” på Duröret och hade inget minne av att ens ha hört den förr. Det måste vara nåt fel på min uppväxt eller nåt.