Cute little lyrics you love — Page 3
Posted: 6/20/13 at 12:15pm
Who is stuck with a shoe,
In a stew... in the goo,
And you've learned something, too,
Something you never knew,
On the steps of the palace!
Posted: 6/20/13 at 1:10pm
Summer on the Isle of Coney, winter in Hell's Kitchenette
...just because it's so perfectly in character for Miss Dorothy.
Posted: 6/20/13 at 1:11pm
"Straight ahead,"
Not to delay
or be misled.
I should have heeded
Her advice...
But he seemed so nice.
-I Know Things Now (Into the Woods)
Posted: 6/20/13 at 7:40pm
four seaweed salad
three soy burger dinner
two tofu dog platter
and one pasta with meatless balls"
-La Vie Boheme A, RENT
Posted: 6/20/13 at 7:45pm
SALLY
I should have worn green,
I wore green the last time,
The time I was happy.
The deliberate decision to not be cute, not be clever, to not even bother with rhyme all of a sudden blows me away!
Posted: 6/20/13 at 8:46pm
In the arms of my love, I'm flying
Over mountain and meadow and glen
And I like it so well that for all I can tell,
I may never come down again.
I also adore all of Evening Primrose, but I especially love the openness and simplicity of "I Remember":
I remember days
Or at least I try
But as years go by
They're a sort of haze
And the bluest ink
Isn't really sky
And at times I think
I would gladly die
For a day of sky.
Also, I'm not sure these qualify as cute, but they're some of my favorites and they're lovely:
Sandcastles crumble as evening rolls in
Look to the sunrise about to begin
You're going places you never have been
Get up the nerve to be all you deserve to be.
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Posted: 6/21/13 at 11:55am
Tailors called me Cabbie
So I took a vow, said this bum'll be Beau Brummel"
Posted: 6/21/13 at 12:58pm
What is that?
It's priest. Have a little priest.
Is it really good?
Sir, it's too good, at least!
Then again, they don't commit sins of the flesh,
So it's pretty fresh.
Awful lot of fat.
Only where it sat.
Haven't you got poet, or something like that?
No, y'see, the trouble with poet is
How do you know it's deceased?
Try the priest!
Heavenly! Not as hearty as bishop, perhaps,
but then again, not as bland as curate, either!
And good for business, too -- always leaves you wantin' more!
Trouble is, we only get it on Sundays!
But the best is in "I Know Things Now" from Into the Woods:
"Nice is different than good."
(When you get to be my age, those five simple words strung together mean a lot! Thank you, Mr. Sondheim.)
Updated On: 6/21/13 at 12:58 PM
Posted: 6/21/13 at 3:35pm
Of the goosie and the gander, sir
Which gender is the grander, sir?
To render total candor, sir,
The splendor is the male's!
and
Percy: Sir, be a lion-hearted prig
Fill those pantaloons with light!
Prince: I could dangle down a spangle... out of sight!
Percy: Oh, yes! Be bold, sir!
When it's cold, slap on that wig
Draw your britches in quite tight
Even more so, and your torso will ignite!
Posted: 6/21/13 at 5:23pm
Little Girl: No name.
-- Nothing Like the City from Ragtime
Updated On: 6/21/13 at 05:23 PM
Posted: 6/23/13 at 2:16pm
And if our good fortune never comes,
Here's to whatever comes!
and
There would be one long staircase just going up,
And one even longer going down,
And one more leading nowhere just for show.
Posted: 6/23/13 at 4:29pm
I love that the prince sings "I have found her, she's angel/with the dust of the stars in her eyes" and later Cinderella sings "I have found him/he's the light of the stars in my eyes"
Posted: 6/23/13 at 4:59pm
Updated On: 6/23/13 at 04:59 PM
Posted: 6/23/13 at 7:54pm
And will take with no qualm
Any Tom, Dick or Harry,
Any Harry, Dick or Tom.
I'm a maid mad to marry
And will take double-quick
Any Tom, Dick or Harry,
Any Tom, Harry or Dick.
- Kiss Me, Kate
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There's the small time, and the medium time, and the big time, and the medium-small time
Small time, and the medium time, and the big time... And Kiwanis Hall time!
Big time looks down on medium time... Looks down on small time... Looks down on accordion players.
Small time. Big time. Big, small, medium time!
On the road from Maine to Dallas
Hoping that we’ll play the Palace!
- Will Rogers Follies
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There are good stones and bad stones
and curbstones and gladstones
and touchstones and such stones as them.
There are big stones and small stones
and grind stones and gall stones,
But Goldstone is a gem!
There are milestones, there are mill stones.
There's a cherry, there's a yellow, there's a blue.
But we don't want any old stone,
only Goldstone will do!
Moon stones, sun stones.
We all scream for one stone.
Mr. Goldstone we love you!
Goldstone!
- Gypsy
Posted: 6/23/13 at 8:19pm
If you're gonna bump it,
Bump it with a trumpet.
Posted: 6/23/13 at 10:24pm
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Posted: 6/24/13 at 2:50pm
I drool over dresses made of lace,
I talk on the telephone for hours
With a pound and a half of cream upon my face!
It's extra fun when you do it in your bedroom and pretend you're Nancy Kwan!"
Nancy Kwan!? NO! Pat Suzuki!!
Posted: 6/24/13 at 4:53pm
The song is An~oralgias, a hilarious parody of homeland-nostalgia songs, sung with full sincerity for greatest humor.
This stanza always makes me laugh whenever i listen to it:
Tierra que hasta ayer mi niñez cobijaba
siempre te recuerdo con el corazón
aunque aquel arroyito dulzón
hoy sea un hirviente torrente de lava
que por suerte a veces se apaga
cuando llega el tiempo de la inundación.
Here are the full lyrics, all very funny:
Esta zamba canto a mi tierra distante
cálido pueblito de nuestro interior
tierra ardiente que inspira mi amor
redoza reseca de sol calcinante
recordando esa tierra quemante
resuena mi grito ¡¡ que calor !!
Como te recuerdo mi lindo pueblito
con tu aire húmedo y denso de día
noches cálidas de fantasía
pobladas de magia de encanto infinito
y el cantar de tu fresco arroyito
salvo en los diez meses de la sequía.
Siempre fue muy calmo mi pueblo adorado
salvo aquella vez que pasó el huracán
viejos pagos que lejos están
mi tierra querida, mi dulce poblado
tengo miedo de que hayas cambiado
después de la última erupción del volcán.
Tierra que hasta ayer mi niñez cobijaba
siempre te recuerdo con el corazón
aunque aquel arroyito dulzón
hoy sea un hirviente torrente de lava
que por suerte a veces se apaga
cuando llega el tiempo de la inundación.
Los hambrientos lobos haullando estremecen
cuando son mordidos por fieros mosquitos
no se puede dormir por los gritos
de miles de buitres que el cielo oscurecen
Siempre algún terremoto aparece
y al atardecer llueven meteoritos.
Y si a mi pueblito volver yo pudiera
a mi viejo pueblo al que no he regresado
si pudiera volver al poblado
que siempre me llama, que siempre me espera,
si a mi pueblo volver yo pudiera
no lo haría ni mamado.
Updated On: 6/24/13 at 04:53 PM
Posted: 6/24/13 at 5:18pm
Particularly:
When a person's personality is personable,
He should not sit like a lump.
It's harder than a matador coercin' a bull
To try to get you off of your rump.
Posted: 6/24/13 at 7:32pm
[FREDRIK]
She loves my voice, my walk, my mustache,
The cigar, in fact, that I'm smoking.
She'll watch me puff until it's just ash,
Then she'll save the cigar butt.
[DESIREE]
Bizarre, but
You're joking.
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