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Texts and Translations
Crayola Doesn't Make a Color for Your Eyes
I went to see the doctor, I'd come down with the blues
She said that "I can't cure you, but here's something you could do
Take out a piece of paper and go sit down for a while
And draw a pretty picture of something that makes you smile"
Well, I know what makes me happy, I didn't have to think for long
But when I tried to draw it, it always came out wrong
I had a box of 12, 48, and 64
But nowhere could I find that one shade I was looking for
I guess I realized, shoulda come as no surprise
Crayola doesn't make a color for your eyes
There is no way that I could possibly describe you
Crayola doesn't make a color to draw my love
At first I thought of Green Blue, but then I saw Blue Green
And then again in bright light, they look Aquamarine
I think at night they're darker. I looked again for you
Saw Grey and Black and went out walkin' after Midnight Blue
But hues of the deepest skies would be a compromise
Spring Green?
Spring Green is much too yellow, Sea Green is far too pale
Cornflower's way too mellow, so I'll try again and fail
There's no way I can capture the way you make me feel
One look from you is rapture, whether Blue or Green or Teal
No color qualifies. That crayon's telling lies
Hey look, it's Periwinkle. So sure I got it now
But you wink and there's a twinkle in your eye and still, somehow
I just can't get that sparkle. Those glitter crayons won't
Maybe Glow-In-The-Dark'll get it right. Aw, no they don't
Mr. Crayola tries, but I'm left to fantasize
For your eyes, something darker, let's see what I can find
I melted Mahogany and I got the depth not the shine
Just about gave up and then I peeled the paper off a little end of…
Really thought it coulda been… - aw, not even Burnt Sienna!
Your passport says they're brown, but I'm gonna keep lookin' round…
Who is Silvia?
Text: William Shakespeare from Two Gentlemen of Verona
Who is Silvia? what is she,
That all our swains commend her?
Holy, fair, and wise is she;
The heaven such grace did lend her,
That she might admirèd be.
Is she kind as she is fair?
For beauty lives with kindness.
Love doth to her eyes repair,
To help him of his blindness;
And, being helped, inhabits there.
Then to Silvia let us sing,
That Silvia is excelling;
She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling;
To her let us garlands bring
Crazy
Crazy
I'm crazy for feeling so lonely
I'm crazy
Crazy for feeling so blue
I knew
You'd love me as long as you wanted
And then some day
You'd leave me for somebody new
Worry
Why do I let myself worry?
Wondering
What in the world did I do?
Oh, crazy
For thinking that my love could hold you
I'm crazy for trying
And crazy for crying
And I'm crazy for loving you
When She Loved Me
When somebody loved me, everything was beautiful
Every hour we spent together, lives within my heart
And when she was sad, I was there to dry her tears
And when she was happy, so was I, when she loved me
Through the summer and the fall, we had each other, that was all
Just she and I together, like it was meant to be
And when she was lonely, I was there to comfort her
And I knew that she loved me
So the years went by, I stayed the same
But she began to drift away, I was left alone
Still I waited for the day
When she'd say "I will always love you"
Lonely and forgotten, never thought she'd look my way
And she smiled at me and held me, just like she used to do
Like she loved me, when she loved me
When somebody loved me, everything was beautiful
Every hour we spent together, lives within my heart
When she loved me
Le Pont Mirabeau
Text: Guillaume Apollinaire
English Translation: Camille Chevalier
Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
Et nos amours
Faut-il qu'il m'en souvienne
La joie venait toujours après la peine
Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure
L'amour s'en va comme cette eau courante
L'amour s'en va
Comme la vie est lente
Et comme l'Espérance est violente
Passent les jours es passent les semaines
Ni temps passé
Ni les amours reviennent
Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
- - -
Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine
And our loves
Must I remember them
Joy always followed pain
The night falls and the hours ring
The days go away I remain
Love goes away like this flowing water
Love goes away
Life is so slow
And hope is so violent
Days pass by and weeks pass by
Neither past time
Nor past loves will return
Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine
Can You Feel the Love Tonight
Text: Tim Rice
There's a calm surrender to the rush of day
When the heat of the rolling world can be turned away
An enchanted moment, and it sees me through
It's enough for this restless warrior just to be with you
And can you feel the love tonight?
It is where we are
It's enough for this wide-eyed wanderer
That we got this far
And can you feel the love tonight?
How it's laid to rest
It's enough to make kings and vagabonds
Believe the very best
There's a time for everyone if they only learn
That the twisting kaleidoscope moves us all in turn
There's a rhyme and reason to the wild outdoors
When the heart of this star-crossed voyager beats in time with yours
And can you feel the love tonight?
It is where we are
It's enough for this wide-eyed wanderer
That we got this far
And can you feel the love tonight?
How it's laid to rest
It's enough to make kings and vagabonds
Believe the very best
It's enough to make kings and vagabonds
Believe the very best
Bruremarsj fra Valsøyfjord/Aure
Text: No text; Norwegian vowel formations/sounds
Mi me chiamere
English Translation: Eric Rice
Additional Context: "Le Nozze in Baviera: Exploring Ritual,
Race, Caricature, and Sexuality in 16th-Century Europe (NAXOS). Source: Link
Mi me chiamere Mistre Righe,
Che con le bucal vo inturne;
De le donne mi son amighe,
Perche mittere pan’in furne,
Tutte nott’e tutte zurne.
Mi me piase magnar fighe.
Mi me chiamere Mistre Righe.
Quando vagh’à comandar,
Se non è levad’el pan,
Preste mi face levar,
Quando mette le mie man;
Malvasie e tribian
Me dar poi per mie fatighe.
Mi me chiamere Mistre Righe.
Quand’à cas’el pan portar
Le matonne’e masserette
Dise «Care le mie fornar,
Canter’ un poch’ un canzonetta».
E mi preste con pivette
Un canzon sonar de dighe.
Mi me chiamere Mistre Righe.
- - -
I’m called Mister Straight,
The man who goes around with a jug.
I’m the friend of all the ladies,
For I stuff the loaf in the oven,
All night and all day.
I love eating figs.
I’m called Mister Straight.
When a wench asks
If the bread has not risen,
It immediately springs up
When she puts her hand on mine.
Then she offers Malvasia and Trebbiano (Wine)
For my exhaustion.
I’m called Mister Straight.
When I take the bread from the shop
To the ladies of the market,
They say ‘Dear baker,
Sing us a bit of a song.’
And quickly on my pipe
I play them a little song.
I’m called Mister Straight.
Jupiter (A Wife Betrayed)
Text: Charles Anthony Silvestri
Look at him.
Just look at him.
Smug and fat, pompous, preening,
Rolling about in bedsheets
Of orange and scarlet satin,
Surrounded by his paramours—
Io and Europa,
Iocaste and Eurydome,
Leda, Adrastea,
Callisto, Themisto— [Even S-2010-J2, that slut!]
So many I can’t even count
Or care to remember.
And yet, I do remember.
Look at him.
He cares little for my honor,
Even less for my feelings.
I am his lover! His wife! His queen!
And yet no planet wanders named for me!
No stately Juno to glide about the sun,
Wrapped in swirling clouds of rose and silver grey…
Alas, that is not to be,
For Jove takes all.
Attracts all.
Rules all.
But I am Juno,
Mighty Queen of gods and men,
And I demand my due!
I shall be a tempest,
Red and roiling like an angry sore,
Digging into his tender side—
A bright red spot to spoil his splendor,
A reminder of the ageless rage
Of a wife betrayed.
So, look at him!
All who gaze at him,
From now until the ending of the worlds,
Shall see only me!
I'll Never Fall In Love Again
Text: Hal David
What do you get when you fall in love?
A guy with a pin to burst your bubble
That's what you get for all your trouble
I'll never fall in love again
I'll never fall in love again
What do you get when you kiss a guy?
You get enough germs to catch pneumonia
After you do, he'll never phone ya
I'll never fall in love again
Don't you know that I'll never fall in love again
Don't tell me what's it all about
'Cause I've been there and I'm glad I'm out
Out of those chains, those chains that bind you
That is why I'm here to remind you
What do you get when you fall in love?
You only get lies and pain and sorrow
So for at least until tomorrow
I'll never fall in love again
No, no, I'll never fall in love again
What do you get when you fall in love?
You get enough tears to fill an ocean
That's what you get for your devotion
I'll never fall in love again
I'll never fall in love again
All I Ask of You
Text: Charles Hart and Richard Stilgoe
No more talk of darkness
Forget these wide-eyed fears
I'm here, nothing can harm you
My words will warm and calm you
Let me be your freedom
Let daylight dry your tears
I'm here, with you, beside you
To guard you and to guide you
Then say you love me every waking moment
Turn my head with talk of summertime
Say you need me with you now and always
Promise me that all you say is true
That's all I ask of you
Let me be your shelter
Let me be your light
You're safe, no one will find you
Your fears are far behind you
All I want is freedom
A world with no more night
And you, always beside me
To hold me and to hide me
Then say you'll share with me
One love, one lifetime
Say the word and I will follow you
Share each day with me
Each night, each morning
Anywhere you go, let me go too
Love me, that's all I ask of you
Seasons of Love
525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear.
525,600 minutes - how do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life?
How about love?
Measure in love.
Seasons of love.
525,600 minutes, 525,000 journeys to plan.
525,600 minutes, how can you measure the life of a woman or man?
In truths that she learned,
Or in times that he cried.
In bridges he burned,
Or the way that she died.
It's time now to sing out,
though the story never ends
let's celebrate, remember a year in the life of friends.
Remember the love!
Measure in love.
Seasons of love!
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS:
Texts and Translations
Crayola Doesn't Make a Color for Your Eyes
I went to see the doctor, I'd come down with the blues
She said that "I can't cure you, but here's something you could do
Take out a piece of paper and go sit down for a while
And draw a pretty picture of something that makes you smile"
Well, I know what makes me happy, I didn't have to think for long
But when I tried to draw it, it always came out wrong
I had a box of 12, 48, and 64
But nowhere could I find that one shade I was looking for
I guess I realized, shoulda come as no surprise
Crayola doesn't make a color for your eyes
There is no way that I could possibly describe you
Crayola doesn't make a color to draw my love
At first I thought of Green Blue, but then I saw Blue Green
And then again in bright light, they look Aquamarine
I think at night they're darker. I looked again for you
Saw Grey and Black and went out walkin' after Midnight Blue
But hues of the deepest skies would be a compromise
Spring Green?
Spring Green is much too yellow, Sea Green is far too pale
Cornflower's way too mellow, so I'll try again and fail
There's no way I can capture the way you make me feel
One look from you is rapture, whether Blue or Green or Teal
No color qualifies. That crayon's telling lies
Hey look, it's Periwinkle. So sure I got it now
But you wink and there's a twinkle in your eye and still, somehow
I just can't get that sparkle. Those glitter crayons won't
Maybe Glow-In-The-Dark'll get it right. Aw, no they don't
Mr. Crayola tries, but I'm left to fantasize
For your eyes, something darker, let's see what I can find
I melted Mahogany and I got the depth not the shine
Just about gave up and then I peeled the paper off a little end of…
Really thought it coulda been… - aw, not even Burnt Sienna!
Your passport says they're brown, but I'm gonna keep lookin' round…
Who is Silvia?
Text: William Shakespeare from Two Gentlemen of Verona
Who is Silvia? what is she,
That all our swains commend her?
Holy, fair, and wise is she;
The heaven such grace did lend her,
That she might admirèd be.
Is she kind as she is fair?
For beauty lives with kindness.
Love doth to her eyes repair,
To help him of his blindness;
And, being helped, inhabits there.
Then to Silvia let us sing,
That Silvia is excelling;
She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling;
To her let us garlands bring
Crazy
Crazy
I'm crazy for feeling so lonely
I'm crazy
Crazy for feeling so blue
I knew
You'd love me as long as you wanted
And then some day
You'd leave me for somebody new
Worry
Why do I let myself worry?
Wondering
What in the world did I do?
Oh, crazy
For thinking that my love could hold you
I'm crazy for trying
And crazy for crying
And I'm crazy for loving you
When She Loved Me
When somebody loved me, everything was beautiful
Every hour we spent together, lives within my heart
And when she was sad, I was there to dry her tears
And when she was happy, so was I, when she loved me
Through the summer and the fall, we had each other, that was all
Just she and I together, like it was meant to be
And when she was lonely, I was there to comfort her
And I knew that she loved me
So the years went by, I stayed the same
But she began to drift away, I was left alone
Still I waited for the day
When she'd say "I will always love you"
Lonely and forgotten, never thought she'd look my way
And she smiled at me and held me, just like she used to do
Like she loved me, when she loved me
When somebody loved me, everything was beautiful
Every hour we spent together, lives within my heart
When she loved me
Le Pont Mirabeau
Text: Guillaume Apollinaire
English Translation: Camille Chevalier
Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
Et nos amours
Faut-il qu'il m'en souvienne
La joie venait toujours après la peine
Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure
L'amour s'en va comme cette eau courante
L'amour s'en va
Comme la vie est lente
Et comme l'Espérance est violente
Passent les jours es passent les semaines
Ni temps passé
Ni les amours reviennent
Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
- - -
Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine
And our loves
Must I remember them
Joy always followed pain
The night falls and the hours ring
The days go away I remain
Love goes away like this flowing water
Love goes away
Life is so slow
And hope is so violent
Days pass by and weeks pass by
Neither past time
Nor past loves will return
Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine
Can You Feel the Love Tonight
Text: Tim Rice
There's a calm surrender to the rush of day
When the heat of the rolling world can be turned away
An enchanted moment, and it sees me through
It's enough for this restless warrior just to be with you
And can you feel the love tonight?
It is where we are
It's enough for this wide-eyed wanderer
That we got this far
And can you feel the love tonight?
How it's laid to rest
It's enough to make kings and vagabonds
Believe the very best
There's a time for everyone if they only learn
That the twisting kaleidoscope moves us all in turn
There's a rhyme and reason to the wild outdoors
When the heart of this star-crossed voyager beats in time with yours
And can you feel the love tonight?
It is where we are
It's enough for this wide-eyed wanderer
That we got this far
And can you feel the love tonight?
How it's laid to rest
It's enough to make kings and vagabonds
Believe the very best
It's enough to make kings and vagabonds
Believe the very best
Bruremarsj fra Valsøyfjord/Aure
Text: No text; Norwegian vowel formations/sounds
Mi me chiamere
English Translation: Eric Rice
Additional Context: "Le Nozze in Baviera: Exploring Ritual,
Race, Caricature, and Sexuality in 16th-Century Europe (NAXOS). Source: Link
Mi me chiamere Mistre Righe,
Che con le bucal vo inturne;
De le donne mi son amighe,
Perche mittere pan’in furne,
Tutte nott’e tutte zurne.
Mi me piase magnar fighe.
Mi me chiamere Mistre Righe.
Quando vagh’à comandar,
Se non è levad’el pan,
Preste mi face levar,
Quando mette le mie man;
Malvasie e tribian
Me dar poi per mie fatighe.
Mi me chiamere Mistre Righe.
Quand’à cas’el pan portar
Le matonne’e masserette
Dise «Care le mie fornar,
Canter’ un poch’ un canzonetta».
E mi preste con pivette
Un canzon sonar de dighe.
Mi me chiamere Mistre Righe.
- - -
I’m called Mister Straight,
The man who goes around with a jug.
I’m the friend of all the ladies,
For I stuff the loaf in the oven,
All night and all day.
I love eating figs.
I’m called Mister Straight.
When a wench asks
If the bread has not risen,
It immediately springs up
When she puts her hand on mine.
Then she offers Malvasia and Trebbiano (Wine)
For my exhaustion.
I’m called Mister Straight.
When I take the bread from the shop
To the ladies of the market,
They say ‘Dear baker,
Sing us a bit of a song.’
And quickly on my pipe
I play them a little song.
I’m called Mister Straight.
Jupiter (A Wife Betrayed)
Text: Charles Anthony Silvestri
Look at him.
Just look at him.
Smug and fat, pompous, preening,
Rolling about in bedsheets
Of orange and scarlet satin,
Surrounded by his paramours—
Io and Europa,
Iocaste and Eurydome,
Leda, Adrastea,
Callisto, Themisto— [Even S-2010-J2, that slut!]
So many I can’t even count
Or care to remember.
And yet, I do remember.
Look at him.
He cares little for my honor,
Even less for my feelings.
I am his lover! His wife! His queen!
And yet no planet wanders named for me!
No stately Juno to glide about the sun,
Wrapped in swirling clouds of rose and silver grey…
Alas, that is not to be,
For Jove takes all.
Attracts all.
Rules all.
But I am Juno,
Mighty Queen of gods and men,
And I demand my due!
I shall be a tempest,
Red and roiling like an angry sore,
Digging into his tender side—
A bright red spot to spoil his splendor,
A reminder of the ageless rage
Of a wife betrayed.
So, look at him!
All who gaze at him,
From now until the ending of the worlds,
Shall see only me!
I'll Never Fall In Love Again
Text: Hal David
What do you get when you fall in love?
A guy with a pin to burst your bubble
That's what you get for all your trouble
I'll never fall in love again
I'll never fall in love again
What do you get when you kiss a guy?
You get enough germs to catch pneumonia
After you do, he'll never phone ya
I'll never fall in love again
Don't you know that I'll never fall in love again
Don't tell me what's it all about
'Cause I've been there and I'm glad I'm out
Out of those chains, those chains that bind you
That is why I'm here to remind you
What do you get when you fall in love?
You only get lies and pain and sorrow
So for at least until tomorrow
I'll never fall in love again
No, no, I'll never fall in love again
What do you get when you fall in love?
You get enough tears to fill an ocean
That's what you get for your devotion
I'll never fall in love again
I'll never fall in love again
All I Ask of You
Text: Charles Hart and Richard Stilgoe
No more talk of darkness
Forget these wide-eyed fears
I'm here, nothing can harm you
My words will warm and calm you
Let me be your freedom
Let daylight dry your tears
I'm here, with you, beside you
To guard you and to guide you
Then say you love me every waking moment
Turn my head with talk of summertime
Say you need me with you now and always
Promise me that all you say is true
That's all I ask of you
Let me be your shelter
Let me be your light
You're safe, no one will find you
Your fears are far behind you
All I want is freedom
A world with no more night
And you, always beside me
To hold me and to hide me
Then say you'll share with me
One love, one lifetime
Say the word and I will follow you
Share each day with me
Each night, each morning
Anywhere you go, let me go too
Love me, that's all I ask of you
Seasons of Love
525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear.
525,600 minutes - how do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life?
How about love?
Measure in love.
Seasons of love.
525,600 minutes, 525,000 journeys to plan.
525,600 minutes, how can you measure the life of a woman or man?
In truths that she learned,
Or in times that he cried.
In bridges he burned,
Or the way that she died.
It's time now to sing out,
though the story never ends
let's celebrate, remember a year in the life of friends.
Remember the love!
Measure in love.
Seasons of love!
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS:
- St. Philip the Deacon Lutheran Church (Plymouth, MN)
- Minuteman Press (Bloomington, MN)
- Urban Growler
- Kate Vishneski
- Shane Wilson
- Brad Beale
- Amy Hahn
- Carey Shunskis
- Madison Weidenfeller
