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| + | == Events == |
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| − | == Background ==
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| − | We're developing a series of events for [http://www.camdenartscentre.org/artistsinresidence/?id=101169 Camden Arts Centre] for Autumn 2011
| + | '''06 October / 02 November / 16 November 2011'''<br/> |
| | + | [http://www.camdenartscentre.org Camden Arts Centre], Arkwright Road, London, NW3 6DG <br/> |
| | + | 020 7472 5500<br/> |
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| − | Camden Arts Centre, Arkwright Road, London, NW3 6DG
| + | ''FREE EVENTS'' |
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| − | '''Thursday 6th October 2011'''<br/>
| + | Artists Eileen Simpson and Ben White develop a series of experimental events exploring the sonic potentials of materials gleaned from the edges of the public domain. Simpson and White have sourced a range of songs from early commercial releases that are currently subject to a conflict in copyright status through a split in ownership between lyrics and musical composition. Manuscripts and recordings have been edited, redacted, cut-up and processed to suppress copyright-secured elements and enable the release of public domain layers from the proprietary control of commercial publishers. Invited guests process the collected material through short live performances. |
| − | ''Song Division 1 (sources)''<br/>
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| − | Source DJ set
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| − | 7pm - 9pm
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| − | '''Wednesday 2nd November 2011'''<br/>
| + | This hauntological experiment plugs into the beginnings of the recording industry at a time when emerging models of peer-to-peer distribution and collaborative production are urgently problematising established notions around the authorship, ownership and distribution of culture. |
| − | ''Song Division 2 (live)''<br/>
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| − | 7pm - 8:30pm
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| − | '''Wednesday 16th Nov 2011'''<br/>
| + | The material generated for the project forms the basis of a soundtrack for the artists’ ambitious upcoming film Auditory Learning. |
| − | ''Song Division 3 (live)''<br/>
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| − | with [http://www.myspace.com/mechanicalbride Mechanical Bride]<br/>
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| − | 7pm - 8:30pm
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| − | ''more details and full line-up coming soon'' | + | === Thursday 06 October 7.00 – 8.30pm === |
| | + | '''DJ set: Eileen Simpson and Ben White'''<br/> |
| | + | 1920s, 30s and 40s recordings are altered and encoded through autotune, reversed playback and flipped lyrics — techniques ported from R&B and HipHop production. The resultant filtering ensures the suppression of layers still under proprietary ownership but enables the escape of copyright-expired elements that are, for the first time, released into the public domain. |
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| − | == Sources: Out-of-copyright Lyrics == | + | === Wednesday 02 November 7.00 – 8.00pm === |
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| − | [[Image:20072036.png|200px]] | + | '''Live performance: [http://www.leafcutterjohn.com Leafcutter John]'''<br/> |
| | + | Electronic artist Leafcutter John re-visits the material collected for the 6th October DJ set for an exclusive new live performance. |
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| + | === Wednesday 16 November 7.00 – 8.00pm === |
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| − | === Guiding Star ===
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| − | lyrics by Anne Caldwell (died 1936) © expired 2007<br/>
| + | '''Live performance: [http://www.mechanical-bride.com Lauren Doss AKA Mechanical Bride]'''<br/> |
| − | ''<strike>music by Harry Tierney (died 1965)</strike> © expires 2036'' | + | Mechanical Bride works with the material from the 6th October DJ set and plugs her fractured, stripped back approach to vocals and melody into the project. |
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| − | We stood beneath a summer sky,
| + | ''Live performances approx 20 mins with accompanying DJ set. Listen live [http://www.thisistomorrow.info www.thisistomorrow.info]'' |
| − | When the mood was blue, love.
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| − | We saw a star that shone on high,
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| − | Named the star for you.
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| − | Promised that when those rays I should see,
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| − | If I send a loving thought to you,
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| − | You’ll send one to me.
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| − | REFRAIN:
| + | [http://bambuser.com/channel/thisistomorrow/broadcast/2132953 Listen to an extract from Mechanical Bride's live set working with the Song Division source materials] |
| − | Shine on, my silver star,
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| − | I call you from afar,
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| − | Sweetheart, I am your own,
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| − | Only yours alone.
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| − | Your arms shall hold me fast,
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| − | While life and love may last,
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| − | Though far apart we are,
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| − | You’re my shining silver star!
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| + | === Song Division Preamble === |
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| − | [[Image:20072036.png|200px]] | + | [[Song_Division_Preamble|Read a transcript of the Song Division preamble]] |
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| + | == Listen == |
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| − | === Here’s to the Old Days (Good Bye Old Pals) === | + | === Eileen Simpson and Ben White Source mix === |
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| − | lyrics by Anne Caldwell (died 1936) © expired 2007<br/>
| + | '''recorded 06 October 2011 at Camden Arts Centre, London''' |
| − | ''<strike>music by Harry Tierney (died 1965)</strike> © expires 2036'' | |
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| − | My good pals, jolly old pals,
| + | <swf>http://www.openmusicarchive.org/xspf_player/xspf_player.swf?playlist_url=http://www.openmusicarchive.org/xspf_player/song-division-mix3.xspf&repeat_playlist=false&autoplay=false</swf> |
| − | What a time it is since friendship first began.
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| − | I’m leaving, don’t be grieving
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| − | For I soon shall be a happy married man.
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| − | We’re thinking of the times we shall be missing you,
| + | {{Icon_soundfile}} [http://www.openmusicarchive.org/audio/song-division-source-mix.mp3 Download MP3] 37.8MB MP3 (right-click/ctrl+click to download) |
| − | When at a flowing bowl we gaze.
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| − | While I’m home by the fireside, dreaming of my daring, dashing bach’lor days.
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| + | 1920s, 30s and 40s recordings are re-edited and loopeed, altered and encoded through autotune, reversed playback and flipped lyrics — techniques ported from R&B and HipHop production. The resultant redaction and filtering ensures the suppression of layers still under proprietary ownership but enables the escape of copyright-expired elements that are, for the first time, released into the public domain. |
| − | Here’s to the old days,
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| − | Here’s to the old ways,
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| − | Here’s to the old friends,
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| − | Loyal and clever,
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| − | Here’s to the great nights,
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| − | Here’s to the late nights,
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| − | Memories grand will last forever.
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| − | Quaffing a flacon of bachelor size,
| + | === Leafcutter John live === |
| − | Under the stars until sunrise.
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| − | Here’s a farewell to liquor and gals,
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| − | Good luck and Goodbye old Pals.
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| − | Here’s to the Pals.
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| + | '''recorded 02 November 2011 at Camden Arts Centre, London''' |
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| + | [http://bambuser.com/channel/thisistomorrow/broadcast/2095628 Listen to an extract from Leafcutter John's live set working with the Song Division source materials] |
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| + | == Sources == |
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| − | === Love is Like a Song ===
| + | [[Song_Division_source_material|Click here for source material]] |
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| − | lyrics by Anne Caldwell (died 1936) © expired 2007<br/>
| + | == Poster == |
| − | ''<strike>music by Harry Tierney (died 1965)</strike> © expires 2036''
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| − | Life is strange;
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| − | Fate is grim and tragic
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| − | Till with wond’rous magic
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| − | Love comes to the door,
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| − | Turnig days that were sad and grey days
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| − | Into glad and gay days
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| − | Never known before.
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| − | Though the sun hides behind the shadows,
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| − | Still your sky shall be ever blue;
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| − | I’ll be ever near,
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| − | For I love you, dear.
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| − | REFRAIN:
| + | [http://www.openmusicarchive.org/projects/images/b/bc/Song-division-poster-web.pdf Download Poster (PDF file)] |
| − | Love is like a song, a lovely song,
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| − | That sings to me the whole day long:
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| − | “Sweetheart, dear heart, my heart.”
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| − | Symphony of dreams, for in a dream
| + | == Credits == |
| − | I hold you close in love supreme;
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| − | Sweetheart, dear heart, my heart.
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| − | And when I think of you, at morning, night or noon;
| + | Researcher: Matthew White |
| − | That beloved tune will start
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| − | Telling me in melody divine,
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| − | That I am yours and you are mine,
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| − | Sweetheart, dear heart, my heart
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| − | === Mr & Mrs Sippi ===
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| − | lyrics by Anne Caldwell (died 1936) © expired 2007<br/>
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| − | ''<strike>music by Harry Tierney (died 1965)</strike> © expires 2036''
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| − | Black water flow along, carry me on
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| − | Over the lonely bay, You-oo!
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| − | That old lonely feelin’ on me stealin’ makes me blue.
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| − | Blue water that I love callin’ to me,
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| − | Down the levee I come, Babe;
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| − | My heart’s all a shiver,
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| − | To that blessed river,
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| − | I’se a comin’ home.
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| − | Mister and Missis Sippi,
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| − | I miss you so, I’se just dippy.
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| − | One day you’re so level and mild
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| − | As you flow down to the sea;
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| − | Next day you’se a devil, too wild for a poor black child like me.
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| − | You’re just like my Mammy and Pappy.
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| − | When I’se beside you I’m happy
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| − | Because I was born by you;
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| − | I’se part o’you,
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| − | The heart o’you
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| − | Mister and Missis Sippi!
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| − | === My One Ambition is You ===
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| − | lyrics by Anne Caldwell (died 1936) © expired 2007<br/>
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| − | ''<strike>music by Harry Tierney (died 1965)</strike> © expires 2036''
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| − | He:
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| − | Though I’m rather sentimental,
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| − | Girls have made me very shy.
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| − | I thought love was accidental,
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| − | Like a cinder in your eye.
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| − | Never felt that I was falling,
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| − | Till I took you by the hand,
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| − | Now the cuckoo birds are calling,
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| − | Oh, gosh! Ain’t love grand.
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| − | She:
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| − | I’m so sincere and believing,
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| − | I hope you’re never deceiving.
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| − | There’s no one I like like I like you,
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| − | You make me cry like big babies do.
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| − | Believe me, honey,
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| − | There’s nobody who
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| − | Can creep in my arms
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| − | The way that you do.
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| − | My heart you juggle,
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| − | My head you spin,
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| − | Without a struggle
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| − | I just give in
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| − | I have a mission
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| − | I’ve got to put through,
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| − | My one ambition is you!
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| − | === A Tear, A Kiss, A Smile ===
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| − | lyrics by Anne Caldwell (died 1936) © expired 2007<br/>
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| − | ''<strike>music by Harry Tierney (died 1965)</strike> © expires 2036''
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| − | When you’re in love nothing else counts at all,
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| − | And deep in love even the wisest fall.
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| − | I’m telling you true,
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| − | I’m in love with you;
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| − | Don’t take me to task dear,
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| − | Here’s all that I ask, dear:
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| − | A tear, a kiss, a smile.
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| − | A smile, a kiss, a tear
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| − | Is all I have in all the world
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| − | To give to you, my dear.
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| − | A smile for when we meet,
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| − | A tear when we must part,
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| − | A kiss that tells you,
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| − | That my love is yours alone, sweetheart!
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| − | === Whistling the Blues Away ===
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| − | lyrics by Anne Caldwell (died 1936) © expired 2007<br/>
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| − | She:
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| − | When you are on duty marching all around
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| − | I shall hear you passing by my door.
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| − | He:
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| − | Precious little beauty you’ll be safe and sound,
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| − | Guarded as you never were before.
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| − | She:
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| − | When your footsteps are away
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| − | Maybe I’ll get blue
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| − | Lest my eyes I cry away,
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| − | Tell me what to do?
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| − | He:
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| − | When you get blue, just whistle for me dear,
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| − | She:
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| − | [Whistles]
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| − | He:
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| − | I’ll promise you I will never fail to hear,
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| − | She:
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| − | [Whistles]
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| − | He:
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| − | Then I’ll pretend it’s just a little bird,
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| − | She:
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| − | [Whistles]
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| − | He:
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| − | I’ll find my baby without another word.
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| − | She:
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| − | [Whistles]
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| − | She:
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| − | When in the shade dear,
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| − | Someone you’ll see
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| − | Don’t be afraid dear,
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| − | For it’ll be little me.
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| − | Both:
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| − | We’ll cuddle close until the break of day,
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| − | Both:
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| − | [Whistle]
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| − | Whistling the blues away.
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| − | === Any Place Will Do With You ===
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| − | lyrics by Harold Atteridge (died 1938) © expired 2009<br/>
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| − | On the river ‘neath the silv’ry gleam
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| − | Then the fascinated lovers dream
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| − | Don’t forget the moon above for love
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| − | And twinkling stars that beam
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| − | In the night time in a dream canoe
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| − | O’er the bay a love song comes to you
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| − | What arrangements you must always make
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| − | For sweet love’s sake.
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| − | You call on nature for a scene serene serene
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| − | For love you must have atmosphere
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| − | If cupid needs that to appear
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| − | He’s not sincere.
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| − | REFRAIN:
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| − | Any place at all will do with you
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| − | We’ll find Romance without skies of blue
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| − | We won’t need moonlight
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| − | To help along
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| − | No dimmered lights or dreamy song
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| − | No stars twinkling or a scented breeze
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| − | As a reason for a stolen squeeze
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| − | No flow’ry bower, for only two
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| − | Any place at all will do with you
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| − | === In Old Grenada ===
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| − | At the dusk of day
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| − | By Grenada Bay
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| − | My love waits for me so vainly
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| − | Gazing over the sea;
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| − | Shadows bring the night,
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| − | Then a beacon light bright,
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| − | Its rays all roam across the foam to see if I am coming home
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| − | I must start
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| − | REFRAIN:
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| − | My heart is down in old Grenada,
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| − | Back in that quaint old saintly town;
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| − | My fondest mem’ry tells of gold-tipped citadels
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| − | Of mystic temple bells
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| − | At evening tide
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| − | I picture wandering through the dim cathedrals
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| − | What love tales old
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| − | They could unfold!
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| − | My love I’ll hold and pledge devotion,
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| − | Boundless as the ocean;
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| − | Way down in old Grenada town.
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| − | === California ===
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| − | Miss California,
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| − | Miss California,
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| − | You have won my heart completely;
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| − | And since I met you I can’t forget you,
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| − | Oh, how dear you are to me!
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| − | California, I adore you!
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| − | California, I am for you!
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| − | There is nothing I’d not do for your sake;
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| − | All your palm trees as they’re waving,
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| − | In my heart awake a craving.
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| − | When I leave you all the fondest mem’ries then awake,
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| − | Ev’ry bit of love I’d shower,
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| − | Even on your smallest flower,
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| − | I love everything beneath your skies blue.
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| − | From the smallest leaf that’s growing,
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| − | To the scented breeze that’s blowing,
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| − | California I am strong for you.
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| − | === On a Modern Wedding Day ===
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| − | lyrics by Harold Atteridge (died 1938) © expired 2009<br/>
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| − | In a marriage now,
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| − | Really up to date,
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| − | It is by eugenics that you choose your mate;
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| − | You will have to train for the lifelong fight;
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| − | At a modern wedding it’s quite a sight.
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| − | [CHORUS]
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| − | Here comes the bride
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| − | She has a real athletic stride
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| − | She glows with pride
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| − | Her perfect mate is by her side
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| − | They have trained the months away with those wedding chimes are
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| − | I raised to the minute they’re tied
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| − | For their happy wedding day.
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| − | While the bride makes loving eyes,
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| − | Looking at the groom
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| − | All the guests take exercise
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| − | Prancing round the room.
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| − | They throw dumbells with their might,
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| − | As the couple starts away
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| − | And it’s like a fight
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| − | Up on a modern wedding day.
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| − | === I Dare Not Love You ===
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| − | lyrics by Harry B Smith (died 1936) © expired 2007<br/>
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| − | Rudolf:
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| − | Through the dark of night one may wander on
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| − | By a single star led to the gleam of dawn
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| − | Flavia:
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| − | I would rather say that you lost your way
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| − | In the primrose path astray.
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| − | Rudolf:
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| − | Youth must have its fling
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| − | So the poets sing
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| − | Pleasure’s siren song called you away too long
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| − | Rudolf:
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| − | I confess you’re right I’m repentant quite
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| − | There’s a change in you ‘tis true.
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| − | Rudolf:
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| − | Yes now that my destiny leads me to you,
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| − | I see my life from a new point of view.
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| − | Flavia:
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| − | But why no strangers are we
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| − | You seem so different to me
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| − | Whatever has changed you I welcome the change;
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| − | | |
| − | Rudolf:
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| − | Love has a magical influence strange.
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| − | Flavia:
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| − | You love me then?
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| − | Rudolf:
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| − | I Love you more than I dare say!
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| − | Flavia:
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| − | You never spoke in this way.
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| − | Rudolf:
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| − | Love’s a flash of light
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| − | In the darkest night
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| − | All the world concealed is to your eyes revealed.
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| − | It is strange to me and I cannot say
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| − | Why I find you changed today.
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| − | Rudolf:
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| − | I have led a careless life deserving your disdain,
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| − | Flavia:
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| − | If I can be proud of you, my prayr’s are not in vain,
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| − | Rudolf:
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| − | For a crown and for a throne
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| − | I’d care not I own!
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| − | Flavia:
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| − | A man I should be proud to love I have longed for you to be.
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| − | REFRAIN:
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| − | Rudolf:
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| − | I dare not love you, still dream about you
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| − | Vainly I tried not to dream of you.
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| − | So far above me
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| − | How can you love me?
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| − | Hope’s star will be my guide, till my dreams come true!
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| − | === I’m Gonna Sit Right Down and Write Myself a Letter ===
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| − | words by Joe Young (died 1939) © expired 2010<br/>
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| − | ''<strike>music by Fred E Ahlert (died 1953)</strike> © expires 2024''
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| − | | |
| − | The mail man passes by
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| − | And I just wonder why
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| − | He never stops to ring my front door bell.
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| − | There’s not a single line
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| − | From that dear old love of mine
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| − | No, not a word since I last heard “farewell”
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| − | | |
| − | CHORUS:
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| − | I’m Gonna Sit Right Down And Write Myself A Letter
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| − | And make believe it came from you.
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| − | I’m gonna write words oh, so sweet,
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| − | They’re gonna knock me off my feet.
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| − | A lot of kisses on the bottom,
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| − | I’ll be glad I got ‘em,
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| − | I’m gonna smile and say, “I hope you’re feeling better”
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| − | And close “with love” the way you do.
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| − | I’m Gonna Sit Right Down And Write Myself A Letter
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| − | And make believe it came from you.
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| − | | |
| − | Since you stopped writing me
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| − | I’m worried as can be,
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| − | I miss each little love word now and then.
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| − | You’re in my ev’ry thought,
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| − | You don’t know how much I’ve fought
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| − | To find a way to feel O.K. again.
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| − | === Babs: Fox-Trot Song ===
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| − | words by Joe Young (died 1939) © expired 2010<br/>
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| − | ''<strike>music by Fred E Ahlert (died 1953)</strike> © expires 2024''
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| − | | |
| − | Let me introduce to you,
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| − | A brand new little “five foot two” called Babs,
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| − | Sweet Babs.
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| − | Latest heartbreak for the boys,
| |
| − | Those who love to play with toys like Babs,
| |
| − | Sweet Babs.
| |
| − | How they gather ‘round her is a scream,
| |
| − | She’s no “deb”, no big “celeb”,
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| − | But she’s a dream:
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| − | | |
| − | [CHORUS] (Boy Version)
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| − | Babs with her funny little “doo dabs”,
| |
| − | In her finery there’s no finer “she” than Babs.
| |
| − | Just look at Babs steppin’ in and out of new cabs,
| |
| − | All the cabbies swear there’s no finer fare than Babs.
| |
| − | Certain gals say she holds nothin’,
| |
| − | Would you call that jealousy?
| |
| − | I’d say she holds nothin’,
| |
| − | Nothin’ but T.N.T.
| |
| − | I love that Babs with her funny little “doo dabs”.
| |
| − | Take those other dolls
| |
| − | In their folderols
| |
| − | And I’ll take Babs.
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| − | | |
| − | She’s so easy on the eyes,
| |
| − | The winner of each beauty prize, is Babs,
| |
| − | Sweet Babs.
| |
| − | When she enters in a test,
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| − | There’s no contest, she’s the best, that’s Babs,
| |
| − | Sweet Babs.
| |
| − | She’s tough competition; why compete?
| |
| − | She’s got “It” and more of “It” than any sweet:
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| − | | |
| − | [CHORUS] (Girl Version)
| |
| − | Babs with her funny little “doo dabs”,
| |
| − | In her finery there’s no finer “she” than Babs.
| |
| − | Just look at Babs steppin’ in and out of new cabs,
| |
| − | All the cabbies swear there’s no finer fare than Babs.
| |
| − | Certain gals say she holds nothin’,
| |
| − | Would you call that jealousy?
| |
| − | I’d say she holds nothin’,
| |
| − | Nothin’ but T.N.T.
| |
| − | I mean that Babs with her funny little “doo dabs”.
| |
| − | Take a tip from me,
| |
| − | Take a look and see
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| − | And you’ll like Babs.
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| − | === Disappointed and Disgusted ===
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| − | words by Joe Young (died 1939) © expired 2010<br/>
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| − | ''<strike>music by Fred E Ahlert (died 1953)</strike> © expires 2024''
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| − | | |
| − | Ev’rything was wonderful life was so sublime
| |
| − | Ev’rything was beautiful but that was once upon a time
| |
| − | That’s why I’m
| |
| − | | |
| − | [CHORUS]
| |
| − | Disappointed
| |
| − | And Disgusted
| |
| − | ‘cause the only one I ever loved and trusted
| |
| − | Turned out to be such a meany to me.
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| − | | |
| − | Disappointed
| |
| − | And Disgusted
| |
| − | Must it worry me because she left me, must it?
| |
| − | How could she be such a meany to me!
| |
| − | I thought that love was bigger than the world and all
| |
| − | I got burned and then I learned the world couldn’t be so small,
| |
| − | So I’m Disappointed
| |
| − | And Disgusted
| |
| − | ‘Cause the only one I ever loved turned out to be
| |
| − | Such a meany to me.
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| − | | |
| − | === The Doughboy’s in the Dough Again ===
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| − | words by Joe Young (died 1939) © expired 2010<br/>
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| − | | |
| − | By bus, by train,
| |
| − | From ‘Frisco to Maine;
| |
| − | Crowds are moving ev’ry where,
| |
| − | They’re on the land and In the air,
| |
| − | No one’s marching in time,
| |
| − | And no one’s saying, “Brother, can you spare a dime?”
| |
| − | The doughboy’s in the dough again,
| |
| − | Cash in hand on the go again;
| |
| − | From ev’ry village and farm,
| |
| − | He’s hittin’ for town with a gal on his arm.
| |
| − | The doughboy’s learned to smile again;
| |
| − | No more you’ll see him with a worried brow,
| |
| − | He’s in the money with his honey now.
| |
| − | The world is glad to know again
| |
| − | The doughboy’s in the dough again.
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| − | === Drop a Nickel in the Slot ===
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| − | lyric by Joe Young (died 1939) © expired 2010<br/>
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| − | ''<strike>music by Fred E Ahlert (died 1953)</strike> © expires 2024''
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| − | | |
| − | I dropped inside a roadside inn,
| |
| − | One rainy afternoon,
| |
| − | I heard a phonograph within that played the latest tune;
| |
| − | I saw the couples dancing ‘round
| |
| − | And a stranger all alone,
| |
| − | And when they shut the music down I heard that stranger moan:
| |
| − | | |
| − | [CHORUS]
| |
| − | Drop A Nickel In The Slot,
| |
| − | Make the music play
| |
| − | Drop A Nickel In The Slot,
| |
| − | Take my blues away
| |
| − | In ev’ry record I find romance
| |
| − | Then I lose my dream girl, at the end of the dance:
| |
| − | Drop A Nickel In The Slot,
| |
| − | Try a new refrain,
| |
| − | Drop A Nickel In The Slot,
| |
| − | Bring her back again,
| |
| − | It’s the only way to have my dream girl stay,
| |
| − | Drop A Nickel In The Slot,
| |
| − | And make the music play.
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| − | === Ain’t That the Way it Goes? ===
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| − | words by Roy Turk (died 1934) © expired 2005<br/>
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| − | | |
| − | What a mix up!
| |
| − | What a mess!
| |
| − | I’m against the wall,
| |
| − | I’m in love with someone who can’t see me at all;
| |
| − | And somebody cares for me,
| |
| − | Whom I cannot stand.
| |
| − | Here’s the thing in a nutshell:
| |
| − | Who said love was grand?
| |
| − | | |
| − | REFRAIN:
| |
| − | [Male]
| |
| − | I’m so in love with Mary,
| |
| − | I’m bored to tears with Rose,
| |
| − | Rose is the one who loves me;
| |
| − | AIN’T THAT THE WAY IT GOES?
| |
| − | I dance my best with Mary,
| |
| − | I step on Rose’s toes,
| |
| − | Rose says I dance divinely;
| |
| − | AIN’T THAT THE WAY IT GOES?
| |
| − | What a fix!
| |
| − | Oh, Gee! I’m in an awful tight one!
| |
| − | Poor unlucky me!
| |
| − | I’m in wrong with the right one.
| |
| − | I get the air from Mary,
| |
| − | I get the “turned up nose”,
| |
| − | And I still care for Mary;
| |
| − | AIN’T THAT THE WAY IT GOES?
| |
| − | | |
| − | Not one single thing I do –
| |
| − | ever turns out right,
| |
| − | When I feel like “Whoopee”,
| |
| − | I’m left alone at night.
| |
| − | When it comes to making love,
| |
| − | There’s the deuce to pay;
| |
| − | Now just take for example,
| |
| − | What I’m gonna say!
| |
| − | | |
| − | REFRAIN:
| |
| − | [Female]
| |
| − | I’m so in love with Billy,
| |
| − | I want no other beaux,
| |
| − | Jim is the one who loves me;
| |
| − | AIN’T THAT THE WAY IT GOES?
| |
| − | I dance my best with Billy,
| |
| − | I step on Jimmie’s toes,
| |
| − | Jim says I dance divinely;
| |
| − | AIN’T THAT THE WAY IT GOES?
| |
| − | What a fix!
| |
| − | Oh, Gee! I’m in an awful tight one!
| |
| − | Poor unlucky me!
| |
| − | I’m in wrong with the right one.
| |
| − | I get the air from Billy,
| |
| − | I get the “turned up nose”,
| |
| − | And I still care for Billy;
| |
| − | AIN’T THAT THE WAY IT GOES?
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| − | | |
| − | === Good Times Are Here (When My Baby is Near) ===
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| − | words by Roy Turk (died 1934) © expired 2005<br/>
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| − | ''<strike>music by Fred E Ahlert (died 1953)</strike> © expires 2024''
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| − | | |
| − | How I love my baby,
| |
| − | And oh how she loves me,
| |
| − | We’ve gone together now for years,
| |
| − | That’s a novelty,
| |
| − | Had no time for reading,
| |
| − | About hard times of late,
| |
| − | You say there’s a depression?
| |
| − | Times with me are great.
| |
| − | | |
| − | [CHORUS]
| |
| − | Good times are here when my baby is near,
| |
| − | And she’s “gonna” be near me tonight.
| |
| − | I’m very happy when we are alone,
| |
| − | Tho’ I have no money, there’s one thing I own,
| |
| − | I own a share in a big love affair,
| |
| − | With a wonderful profit in sight,
| |
| − | Yes good times are here when my baby is near,
| |
| − | And she’s “gonna” be near me tonight.
| |
| − | | |
| − | Any time I’m gloomy,
| |
| − | I’ve got a recipe,
| |
| − | I call my baby on the phone,
| |
| − | Let her talk to me,
| |
| − | If I get a headache,
| |
| − | Or if I’m feeling ill,
| |
| − | A minute with my baby,
| |
| − | Does more than a pill.
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| − | === Grand ===
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| − | | |
| − | words by Roy Turk (died 1934) © expired 2005<br/>
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| − | ''<strike>music by Fred E Ahlert (died 1953)</strike> © expires 2024''
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| − | | |
| − | Bought a dictionary,
| |
| − | Started on page one,
| |
| − | Didin;t give up reading it
| |
| − | Till the book was done;
| |
| − | Looking for a love word
| |
| − | Suitable for you,
| |
| − | Till they think up better words,
| |
| − | This one word will do,
| |
| − | | |
| − | [CHORUS]
| |
| − | GRAND!
| |
| − | You’re what I call GRAND!
| |
| − | All that you demand, I’d gladly do.
| |
| − | GRAND!
| |
| − | You’re my fav’rite brand,
| |
| − | Tell me that I stand a chance or two,
| |
| − | Oh! You! You’re GRAND!
| |
| − | Cutest in the land,
| |
| − | No one holds a candle dear, to you,
| |
| − | Add up ev’rything that’s wonderful and lovable,and,
| |
| − | That’s you
| |
| − | Gee! You’re simply GRAND!
| |
| − | | |
| − | I could call you ducky,
| |
| − | I could call you cute,
| |
| − | I could call you many things
| |
| − | But they wouldn’t suit;
| |
| − | Don’t forget, I love you,
| |
| − | Si it has to be,
| |
| − | Some one word that just describes
| |
| − | You right to a T
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| − | === All Alone in a City Full of Girls ===
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| − | lyrics by Rida Johnson Young (died 1926) © expired 1997<br/>
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| − | ''<strike>music by Sigmund Romberg (died 1951)</strike> © expires 2022''
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| − | | |
| − | Back Home, in Ireland
| |
| − | It never was like this,
| |
| − | Just one only man alone, alone
| |
| − | With a hundred girls to kiss .
| |
| − | Back home in Ireland,
| |
| − | We don’t do things that way,
| |
| − | But I’m strong for this and I think it’s bliss,
| |
| − | It’s here I will stay.
| |
| − | Each man must do his duty
| |
| − | And I hear my duty call,
| |
| − | I’ll not be taking one war bride;
| |
| − | Bless your hearts, I’ll take you all!
| |
| − | | |
| − | [REFRAIN]
| |
| − | I have a heart that’s like the ocean,
| |
| − | Sure it is big and deep and wide;
| |
| − | So come now, if you have the notion,
| |
| − | There’s lots of room for all of you inside.
| |
| − | I like the little redhead colleen,
| |
| − | I love the brunette with the curls;
| |
| − | The only man you see, it’s fine to be, yes,
| |
| − | In a city full of girls.
| |
| − | Oh, glory be!
| |
| − | Oh, oh, oh, my machree!
| |
| − | Just girls.
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| − | === “Another” Rag (A Raggy Rag) ===
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| − | Music by Theodore Morse (died 1924) © expired 1995<br/>
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| − | === On Parade ===
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| − | == Credits ==
| + | Thanks to James Smith and [http://www.thisistomorrow.info This Is Tomorrow] for broadcasting the events. |
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| − | Researcher: Matthew White
| + | Commissioned by [http://www.camdenartscentre.org/ Camden Arts Centre] to accompany the Haroon Mirza and Nathalie Djurburg exhibitions |
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