Wednesday 18 December 2013

International Songs: More of Lil's Selections



That's Amore

F           C7   F                                                           
When  the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie
Bdim        C7
That's amore
C7
When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine
 Bdim      F   
That's amore
F
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
                           Bdim  C7
And you'll sing "Vita bella"
C7
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay
                   Bdim F   
Like a gay tarantella  

F        C7   F   
When the stars make you drool just like pasta fazool
 Bdim        C7
That's amore
C7
When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet
                 A7      D7   
You're in love 
                   Gm7                                   Bbm                                           F
When you walk in a dream but you know you're not dreaming signore
Bdim   C7
Scusa-mi, but you see, back in old Napoli
C7            F            :|x2
That's amore                   
                   F     | / / C7!|F!
That’s  amore.


Moscow Nights

The original was created as "Leningrad Nights" by composer Solovyov-Sedoi and poet Matusovsky in 1955, but changed at the request of the Ministry of Culture for use in a documentary about a national athletic competition. The tune was subsequently popularized in the west by Van Cliburn in 1958, and recorded with commercial success by Kenny Ball and the Jazzmen, and the Chad Mitchell Trio in the early 60s. 

Am                     Dm7               E7          Am
Stillness in the grove, not a rustling sound,
C                            G7                        C
Softly shines the moon clear and bright
B7     E7 Am                                  Dm      
Dear  if  you could know, how I treasure so
                  Am           Dm7 E7  Am
This most beautiful Moscow  night.


Am                      Dm7         E7     Am       
Nye slíshní v sadu dazhe shoroxhi,
C                            G7         C
Vsyo zdes’ zamerlo do utra
B7 E7  Am                           Dm      
Yesli b znali ví, kak mnye dorogi
      Am                Dm7 E7Am 
PodMoskov-níe  ve-chera.  

Am            Dm7               E7      Am
Lazily the brook, like a silv'ry stream
C                       G7               C 
Ripples gently in the moonlight
B7 E7 Am                            Dm      
And a song afar fades as in a dream
            Am              Dm7 E7  Am
In the spell of the sum-mer night.

Am                       Dm7         E7         Am
Ryechka dvizhetsya I nye dvizhetsya
C                     G7            C 
Vsya iz lunnogo syeryebra
B7  E7  Am                      Dm      
Pesnya slíshitsya I nye slíshitsya
         Am    Dm7 E7 Am
V eti tixhie ve-chera.

Am                       Dm7                E7             Am   
Dearest why so sad, why the downcast eyes
C                         G7                   C           
And your lovely head bent so low ?
B7  E7   Am                                  Dm      
Oh, it’s hard to speak, and yet not to speak
            Am              Dm7   E7     Am  
Of the longing my heart does know

Am                   Dm7               E7   Am  
Chto zh tí milaya smotrish’ iskosa 
C                G7            C 
Nizko golovu naklonya ?
B7  E7 Am                       Dm      
Trudno vískazat’ I nye vískazat’
                  Am                 Dm7 E7  Am
Vsyo chto na syerdtsye u  mye-nya.

Am                       Dm7              E7         Am
Promise me my love, as the dawn appears
C                             G7              C 
And the darkness turns into light
B7   E7       Am                                          Dm
That you’ll cherish dear, through the passing years
                  Am          Dm7  E7   Am  
This most beautiful Mos-cow night.


Am               Dm7             E7     Am
A rassvet uzhe vsyo zametneye
C                     G7               C 
Tak, pozhaluista bud’ dobra
| B7 E7 Am              Dm      
Nye zabud’ I tí, eti lyetniye
       Am            Dm7 E7 Am  | x2
PodMoskovníe ve-chera. 




Torna a Surriento

The wonderful original song, written in Neapolitan, has been recorded by Caruso, Lanza, Pavarotti, and Bocelli among others. Its famous English knock-off, "Surrender" written by Doc Pomus and Mort Shuman in 1961 was widely popularized by Elvis Presley. See my parody-song posted as "Stuck on Elvis".

Gm
Vide ‘o mare quant’è bello
Cm                       Gm
Spira tantu sentimento, 
              Cm                  Gm
Comme tu a chi tiene mente
D         D7                    Gm
Ca scetato ‘o faje sunà. 

G                                       Am

Guarda, gua’ chistu ciardino.
D                                    G6
Siente, sie’ sti sciure arance:
G                                 Am
Nu profumo accussi fino
D                                  G
Dinto ‘o core se ne va.
G                                  Am   
E tu dice “I’ parto, addio!”
B7                            Em
T’alluntane da stu core
     Cm                        G
De sta terra de l’ammore,
D             D7                   G
Tiene ‘o core e nun turnà?
     Gmaj7         G6    Am7  Am
Ma nun  me lassà !
D           D7                 G6       G
Nun darme stu turmiento 
Cm                G5+7  Gm
Torna  a  Sur-rien-to,
D           D7    Gm
Famme cam-pà !
.


Funiculì, Funiculà 

            F              
Aieressera, oi Nanninè, me ne sagliette,
      C           F          C           F   
Tu saie addò, tu saie addò
      F  
Addò 'stu core 'ngrato cchiu dispietto
      C             F
Farme nun pò ! x2
      Am    E7      Am     E7      Am
Addò lo fuoco coce, ma si fuie
      E7        Am
Te lassa sta ! x2
    C          G                  C       G           G     
E nun te corre appriesso, nun te struie, 
      G              C       G7             C
Sulo a guardà,  Sulo a guardà, !

(Chorus):
C7
Jammo, jammo, 'ncoppa jammo jà,
                                                           F
Jammo, jammo, 'ncoppa jammo jà,
            A             Dm
Funiculì, funiculà x2
Bb                         F
‘ncoppa jammo jà,
            C7            F 
Funiculì, funiculà.
  
            F
Nè…. Jammo da la terra a la montagna!
       C            F
No passo n'ce ! x2
      F
Se vede Francia, Proceta e la Spagna….
     C            F
Io veco a tte ! x2
    Am  E7        Am      E7       Am   
Tirato con la fune, ditto 'nfatto,
     E7         Am 
'ncielo se va x2 …
      C               G       C              G         C
Se va comm' 'à lu viento a l’intrasatto,
           G         C 
Guè, saglie sà x2

Chorus
  
                    F
Se n’è sagliuta, oi Nè, se n’è sagliuta,
      C          F
La capa già,  x2
     F
È gghiuta, pò è turnata, pò è venuta,
       C              F
Sta sempe ccà ! x2
      Am    E7     Am         E7              Am
La capa vota, vota, attuorno, attuorno,
      E7            Am  
Attuorno a tte !  x2
       C       G        C           G        C
Sto core canta sempe nu taluorno
          G              C
Sposammo oi Nè !  x2


Chorus



Tuesday 17 December 2013

Gene Cuisine: Stem Cells, Don't Let Your Daughter-Cells Grow Up As Meatloaf

POST #8
PARODY-LYRICS
ORIGINAL SONG: "Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Cowboys", 1975,  (covered by) Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelson
PARODY COMPOSED: Giorgio Coniglio, August 2013. 


KEYWORDS: goldenoldy, environment, medical





STEM-CELLS, DON’T LET YOUR DAUGHTER-CELLS GROW UP AS MEATLOAF
(to the tune of "Mamas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Cowboys") 








 








Intro:
Cowboys have shortened lifespans, and unhealthy lifestyles -
They won’t heed diet or pills, yet give you their smiles.
Smoking in pool-rooms and tinned sloppy-Joes and a breakfast of chicken-fried steak
They won’t understand cloning, why the dogies have gone - 
 Steers and cowboys may both fade away.

Cow-cells in vitro don’t moo, but they ain’t hard to clone.
Myocytes [1] can be lined up, much like neurons or bone.  
Conveyor-belt ‘Dolly’s, on packing-house trolleys might frighten consumers like you.  
PETA surely will grouse if calves have to die young
To make BSE-free [2] beef Ragú.

Stem-cells, don’t let your daughter-cells grow up as meatloaf;
Don’t let ‘em be Big Macs or mulligan stew,
Make them be sirloins or prime ribs ‘au jus’.
Stem-cells, don’t let your bovine genes morph into burgers;
They’d sure land up bunned, and likely be shunned by
Lovers of côtelettes-de-veau.

Foodies like trendy new bistros and fresh local produce
But this Steak Tartare from the lab shouldn’t get 'em uptight.
Abattoir workers feel threatened,
But coliform runoff and tainted meat lessened,
'Gene cuisine' - it’s all protein; for the future a blessing
To feed 8 billion souls every night.

Stem-cells, don’t let your offspring get smothered in goulash;
Don’t let ‘em be Big Macs or mulligan stew,
They’d feel more ‘mignon’ as prime ribs ‘au jus’.
Stem-cells, don’t let your progeny flower into burgers;
They’d sure land up bunned, and likely be shunned by
Lovers of châteaubriand.


[1] myocyte = (isolated) muscle cell
[2] BSE = bovine spongiform encephalopathy, “mad-cow” disease




Performing Notes

Enjoy chord-charts and lyrics at the Corktown Ukulele Jam songbook:
Corktunes: Stem Cells.....



[C] Cow-cells in vitro don’t moo, but they ain’t hard to [F] clone.
[G] Myocytes  can be lined up, much like neurons or [C] bone.  
Conveyor-belt ‘Dolly’s, on packing-house trolleys might [F] frighten consumers like you.  
PETA [G] surely will grouse if calves have to die young
To make BSE-free beef Ra[C]gú.

[C] Stem-cells, don’t let your daughter-cells grow up as [F] meatloaf;
Don’t [G] let ‘em be Big Macs or mulligan stew,
Make them be sirloins or prime ribs ‘au [C] jus’.
Stem-cells, don’t let your bovine genes morph into [F] burgers;
They’d [G] sure land up bunned, and likely be shunned by

Lovers of côtelettes-de-[C]-veau.



Related Palindromes:

No stetson !

DNA-land.

Tube debut.

Ate plate - ewe et al. - PETA !

Rawer burger murders - re drum, re grub, re war.


Thursday 12 December 2013

Lil's Selection of Wonderful Songs Part 2:

with Moishe, Stan, Harold, Aug'39
at Belle Ewart, ~1950





with the 3 boys, ~1954



at a wedding, '69
a visit by P., '86
at the Ys' Seder, '90














 visit with M. at Baycrest 
===


+I Feel Pretty


PlayingNotes: G+ = 0,3,3,2;   G9 = 2,2,1,2

G+     C    
I feel pretty,
G+       C    
Oh, so pretty,
G+     C          G+   C               Am7      
I feel pretty and witty and bright!,
G7         Am

   And I pity,
 
       Dm7                G    G9   C     Bb G7  

Any girl who isn't me to--night.


G+     C    
I feel charming,
G+       C    
Oh, so charming,
G+    C             G+  C                  Am7 
It's alarming how charming I feel; 
G7            Am      

   And so pretty  -  
                   Dm7         G G7        C     Bb  G7

That I hardly can believe I'm real.

F                               Bb            F                       C7
See the pretty girl in that mirror there.
F                                          Dm C

Who can that attractive girl be?
Em                      B7          

  Such a pretty face,
                         Em

Such a pretty dress,
                         Cm 

Such a pretty smile,
                         G       Dm7  G7

Such a pretty me !

G+     C  
I feel stunning - 
G+       C  
And entrancing- 
G+           C             G+  C                  Am7 G 
Feel like running and dancing for joy; 
Am7 G7    Am      

   For I'm loved  -  
         Dm7    G           G7 C     G! C!

By a pretty wonderful boy.


Tea for Two

C                G7                 C                           F6  
I'm discontented with homes that are rented,
C   Dm7        G7               C      C+     
So I have invented my own.
Am               Em7           Am7       Ddim
Darling this place is a lover's o-a-sis
           Am                  Em7            Am7
Where life's weary chase is unknown
Dm7                G7             C
Far from the cry of the city, 
             Em7    Ddim       F              C          Dm7 
Where flower pretty caress the stream.
C             G7              C6                   F 
Cozy to hide in, to live side-by-side in,
G7      C         Dm7    G7   C
Don't let it abide in my dreams.

G7  Cdim G7

Oh, honey 
Dm7     G7       Dm7     G7    
Picture you upon my knee,
CM7     C6          CM7      C6    
Tea for two and two for tea,
         Dm7   G7            Dm7      G7   C      C6
Just me for you and you for me alone;

F#m7     B7              F#m7       B7

Nobody near us to see us or hear us,
       EM7              E6              EM7              E6             
No friends or relations on weekend vacations
       F#m7             B7                             F#m7                B7        G#m    C7
We won't have it known, dear, that we have a telephone, dear.

Dm7       G7               Dm7  G7    

Day will break, and I'll awake
        CM7       C6        CM7   C6   
And start to bake a sugar cake
       Dm7    G7          Dm7   G7        Gm6    A7    
For me to take for all the boys to see..

Dm        Gm6    Dm   A7        

We will raise a family
    C#dim  Dm      C+       Fm6      
A boy for you, a girl for me,
         F              G7            Dm7   G7        C
Oh, can't you see how happy we will be? 


On A Slow Boat To China
  
F     Am      D7                  Gm7              G#dim
I'd love to get you on a slow boat to China,
F             A7   Bb     D7
All to myself alone;
Gm7              G#dim                 F                  D7
Get you and keep you in my arms evermore,
G7                                Gm7                                    C7
Leave all your lovers weepin' on the faraway shore.

F      Am      D7                      Gm7                 G#dim

Out on the briny, with the moon big and shiny,
F                     A7           Bb      D7
Melting your heart of stone;
Gm7           Eb7                F                     D7
I'd love to get you on a slow boat to China,
G7         Gm7 C7 F
All to myself  a-lone.
     
F     Am      D7                  Gm7              G#dim
I'd love to get you on a slow boat to China,
F             A7   Bb     D7
All to myself alone;
Gm7                  G#dim          F               D7
A twist in the rudder and a rip in the sail,
G7                                Gm7                        C7
Driftin' and dreamin' honey, throw the compass over the rail.

F      Am      D7                      Gm7              G#dim

Out on the ocean, far from all the commotion,
F                     A7           Bb      D7
Melting your heart of stone;
Gm7           Eb7                F                     D7
I'd love to get you on a slow boat to China,
G7         Gm7 C7 F
All to myself  a-lone.


Smile   Charlie Chaplin
  
G                                                       GM7            
Smile, tho' your heart is aching, smile, even tho' it's breaking
G6                            Gdim7           Am7                  E7+  E7
   When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by,  if you
Am7                            Am9       Am7      Cm                       Cm9  Cm
Smile through your fear and sorrow, smile, and maybe tomorrow
G                       Em7                        Am7              D6
You'll see the sun come shining through for you.

G                                                         GM7            
Light up your face with gladness, hide every trace of sadness,
G6                   Gdim7           Am7       E7+  E7               Am7                   Am9       Am7
   Although a tear may be ever so near, that's the time you must keep on trying
Cm                           Cm9    Cm   
Smile, what's the use of crying,
G                       Em7                        Am7     D6                           Am7 D6 G
You'll find that life is still worthwhile, if you'll just SMILE.                SMILE!


Other possibilities: The Street Where You Live (My Fair Lady), Dark Eyes, AutumnLeaves, Bei Mir Bis Du Schein, ,Amado Mio, Volare, Ain' t Misbehaving, As Time Goes By, Besame Mucho, Jamaica Farewell, Music Goes Round and Round