PERFORMING ARTS – MUSIC: “My Little Town” / Simon and Garfunkel ☮

https://youtu.be/VFbJYntmzD4

In my little town
I grew up believing
God keeps his eye on us all
And he used to lean upon me
As I pledged allegiance to the wall
Lord, I recall my little town

Coming home after school
Flying my bike past the gates of the factories
My mom doing the laundry
Hanging our shirts in the dirty breeze

And after it rains, there’s a rainbow
And all of the colors are black
It’s not that the colors aren’t there
It’s just imagination they lack
Everything’s the same
Back in my little town
My little town
My little town

Nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town

In my little town
I never meant nothin’
I was just my father’s son
Mm-mm
Saving my money
Dreaming of glory
Twitching like a finger
On the trigger of a gun
Leaving nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town
My little town

PERFORMING ARTS – BOSSA NOVA MUSIC: Astrud Gilberto and Stan Getz / “The Girl From Ipanema” / 1964 ☮


Tall and tanned and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes
Each man she passes
Goes Aaah!

When she walks it’s like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gently
That when she passes
Each man she passes
Goes Aaah!

Oh – but he watches so sadly
How – can he tell her he loves her
Yes – he would give his heart gladly

But each day when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead not at he

Tall and tanned and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes
He smiles
But she doesn’t see

Oh – but he watches so sadly
How – can he tell her he loves her
Yes – he would give his heart gladly

But each day when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead not at he

Tall and tanned and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes
He smiles
But she doesn’t see
She just doesn’t see
No she doesn’t see
She just doesn’t see

Photo:  ipanema beach rio de janeiro vidigal favela sunset 2010
Source: chensiyuan via Wikipedia

IN MEMORIUM: David Bowie / “Life on Mars?” / 1971 ☮

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v–IqqusnNQ&feature=player_detailpage
It’s a god-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling “No”
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she’s hooked to the silver screen
But the film is a saddening bore
For she’s lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on

Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
It’s the freakiest show
Take a look at the Lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man! Wonder if he’ll ever know
He’s in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?

It’s on Amerikas tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Now the workers have struck for fame
‘Cause Lennon’s on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibeza to the Norfolk Broads
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns
But the film is a saddening bore
‘Cause I wrote it ten times or more
It’s about to be writ again
As I ask you to focus on

Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
It’s the freakiest show
Take a look at the Lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man! Wonder if he’ll ever know
He’s in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?

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