Leaves have gone from green to brown
You've been away too long
Maybe I could wait around
But finally, finally
Someone's at my door
And suddenly I find myself wanting more
More, more
More, more
More, more
Never, never will I marry
Never, never will I wed
Born to wander solitary
Wide my world, narrow my bed
Never never never will I marry
Born to wander 'til I'm dead
No burdens to bear
No conscience, no care
No memories to mourn
No turning, for I was
Born to wander solitary
Wide my world, narrow my bed
Never never never will I marry
Born to wander 'til I'm dead
No burdens to bear
No conscience, no care
No memories to mourn
No turning, for I was
Born to wander solitary
Wide my world, narrow my bed
Never never never will I marry
Born to wander 'til I'm dead
Somehow I never could believe
That life was meant to be all dull and grey
Somehow I always will believe
There'll be a brighter day
Folks should try to find a way to get along together
A way to make the world a friendly happy place
Full of laughter and kind words
And friendliness on everybody's face
But somehow in the world that I grew up in
The streets were dark with misery and distress
The endless daily grind was too much for them
It took away all hope of happiness
When I was a girl, I remember
I used to dream about a party dress to wear
But I never had a party dress
And I guess my dreams got lost somewhere
Nobody seemed to care
But when I grew up, I said, "I'll make it!"
For I believed there'd be a lucky star above me
In the fairy tales I read, the maiden always said
"I know I'll find a fairy prince to love me."
So I went wandering down the pavements of New York
And through the subway's twisting tunnels underground
Hoping I'd discover some wonderful lover
Frank was the one that I found
Oh, on the day that we were married
I took a flower from my bouquet
And I pressed it in a book
And put the book away
Sometimes now I go and take a look
The flower's dry, the perfume's gone, the petals all turned grey
Oh dream of love!
Should love turn out that way?
Should love turn out that way?
But then the babies came
Their little arms made a ring around a-rosy about me
Yet as they grow older, they too seemed to grow away
Until even Willie, my little boy Willie
Seems he can get along without me
I don't know, it looks like something awful happens
In the kitchens where women wash their dishes
Days turn to months, months turn to years
The greasy soap suds drown our wishes
There's got to be a little happiness somewhere
Some hand to touch that's warm and kind!
And there must be two smiling eyes somewhere
That will smile back into mine
I never could believe
That life was meant to be all dull and grey
I always will believe there'll be a brighter day!
[MRS. STRAKOSH, spoken]
Fanny, when people pay good money in the "theayter" – especially the male element – they want something to look at!
(sung)
If a girl isn't pretty
Like a Miss Atlantic City
All she gets in life
Is pity and a pat
[MRS. BRICE]
Is a nose with deviation
Such a crime against the nation?
Should I throw her into jail
Or drown the cat?
[MRS. STRAKOSH, MRS. O'MALLEY & MRS. MEEKER]
She must shine in every detail
Like a ring you're buying retail
Be a standard size that
Fits a standard dress
[MRS. STRAKOSH]
When a girl's incidentals
Are no bigger than two lentils
[MRS. STRAKOSH, MRS. O'MALLEY & MRS. MEEKER]
Then to me that doesn't spell success
[EDDIE]
If a girl isn't pretty
Like a Miss Atlantic City
She should dump the stage
And try another route
Any guy who pays a quarter
For a seat just feels he oughter
See a figger that his wife can't
Substitute
Kid, my heart ain't made of marble
But your rhythm's really horr'ble
And that map of yours just ain't no
Valentine
Everything you got's about right
But the damn thing don't come out right
So forget it, kid
And just resign
[HECKIE & TWO WORKMEN]
If a girl isn't pretty
[CARDPLAYING GROUP]
If a girl isn't pretty
[KEENEY GROUP]
If a girl isn't pretty
[ALL]
If a girl isn't pretty
If a girl isn't pretty
[HECKIE & TWO WORKMEN]
She should get a job
Go get a job
Get any job
[ALL]
Get a weekly pay
[GIRLS]
'Cause if a girl isn't pretty
Like a Miss Atlantic City
Runnin wild, lost control
Runnin wild, mighty bold
Felling gay, reckless too
Carefree mind all the time, never blue
Always going, don't know where
Always showing I don't care
Don't love nobody, it's not worth while
All alone
Running wild
No one will ever make a fool of me
No one, I mean just what I say
I'm not the simpleton I used to be, I wonder how I got that way
Once I was full of sentiment, it's true
But now I've got a cruel heart
With all that other foolishness I'm
through, I'm gonna play the villains part
I'm runnin wild, lost control
Runnin wild, mighty bold
Feeling gay, reckless too
Carefree mind all the time, never blue
Always going, don't know where
Always showing I don't care
Don't love nobody, it's not worth while
All alone
Runnin wild
Just a slave
Yes I am just your slave
Loving you the way I do
And I am loving no one but you
So tell me what they're saying can't be true?
Satisfied, no
I'm not satisfied
I don't know when you'll say goodbye
But I'm praying that you'll say tonight
That what they're saying can't be right
You haven't changed
You seem the same
You've done nothing that I can say you've been unfair
But I've just found
That they're saying all around for me you no longer care
Understand, how can I understand?
Loving you the way I do
And I'll never love no one but you
So tell me what they're saying can't be true
You haven't changed
You seem the same
You've done nothing that I can say you've been unfair
But I've just found that
They're saying all around
For me you no longer care
Understand, how?
Can I understand?
Loving you the way I do
And I'll never love no one but you
So tell me what they're saying can't be true
作曲者についてはこちらをご覧ください
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spencer_Williams
"Basin Street Blues" の作曲者です。
ベッシー・スミスが最初に歌ったようです。
歌詞の和訳は見当たりませんでしたので、英詞をじっくりと眺めてください。
Loving is the thing I crave
For your love, I'd be your slave
You gotta give me some, yes give me some
Can't you hear me pleading, you've gotta give me some
Said Mr. Jones to old butcher Pete
I want a piece of your good old meat
You gotta give me some, oh give me some
I crave your round steak, you've gotta give me some
Sweet as candy in a candy shop
Is just your sweet, sweet lollipop
You've gotta give me some, please give me some
I love all day suckers, you gotta give me some
To the milkman I heard Mary scream
Said she wanted a lots of cream
You've gotta give me some, oh gimme some
Catch it when you come sir, you gotta give me some
Hear my cryin' on my bended knees
If you wanna put my soul at ease
You've gotta give me some, please gimme some
Can't stand it any longer, you gotta give me some
Sheeper called to camel, sugar lump
Said I'm going crazy about your hump
You've got to give me some, please gimme some
I can't wait eight days, you gotta give me some
Jay bird said to the peckerwood
I'd like to peck like a pecker should
But gimme some, yes gimme some
I'm crazy about them worms, you've gotta give me some
作曲: Paul Sikivie
作詞: Cécile McLorin Salvant
作曲年 2017
The woman whispered pleadingly
Do you love me?
Do you think I'm pretty?
The worm inside her head
Tossed and turned, chewed and chewed
Her love is only being loved
Her being only being seen
Here is the vastness of the need
Here is the silence of a seed
James Mercer Langston Hughes (February 1, 1901 – May 22, 1967)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Langston_Hughes
Her teeth are as white as the meat of an apple
Her lips are like dark, ripe plums
I love her
Her hair is a midnight mass
A dusky aurora
I love her
And because her skin is the brown of an oakley, thin autumn
But a softer color
I want to kiss her
この曲は
"Wild Women Don't Have the Blues"
"Wild Women Don't Get the Blues"
"Wild Women"
という曲名で知られるヴォードヴィル・スタイルのブルース曲です。
作曲者についてはこちらをご覧ください
Ida Cox (born Ida M. Prather, February 26, 1888 or 1896 – November 10, 1967)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ida_Cox
[Verse 1]
I hear these women ravin' 'bout their monkey men
About their triflin' husbands and their no-good friends
These poor women sit around all day and moan
Wondering why their wandering papas don't come home
But wild women don't worry, wild women don't have no blues
[Verse 2]
Now when you've got a man, don't never be on the square
'Cause if you do, he'll have a woman everywhere
I never was known to treat no one man right
I keep 'em working hard both day and night
'Cause wild women don't worry, wild women don't have the blues
[Verse 3]
I've got a disposition and a way of my own
When my man starts kicking, I let him find another home
I get full of good liquor, walk the streets all night
Go home and put my man out if he don't act right
Wild women don't worry, wild women don't have the blues
[Verse 4]
You never get nothing by bein' an angel child
You'd better change your ways and get real wild
I'm gonna tell you something, I wouldn't tell you a lie
Wild women are the only kind that really get by
'Cause wild women don't worry, wild women don't have the blues
[Verse 2]
男ができたら、決して広場に出てはいけない
'Cause if you do, he'll have a woman everywhere.
私は一人の男をまともに扱ったことがない
昼も夜も一生懸命働かせる
'Cause wild women don't worry, wild women don't have the blues.
[Verse 3]
私は自分の気質とやり方を持っている
私の男が蹴り始めたら、別の家を探させる。
いい酒を飲み、一晩中街を歩き回る
彼が正しく行動しない場合は家に帰って私の男を追い出します <- google
野生の女は心配ない、野生の女はブルースを持っていない
[Verse 4]
天使の子では何も得られない
あなたは自分のやり方を変えて本物のワイルドになったほうがいい ← google
私はあなたに何かを言うつもりです、私はあなたに嘘をつきません ← google
野性的な女性だけが、本当に生きていくことができる
'Cause wild women don't worry, wild women don't have the blues.
Every kiss, every hug
Seems to act just like a drug
You're getting to be a habit with me
Let me stay in your arms
I'm addicted to your charms
You're getting to be a habit with me
I used to think your love was something I could take or leave alone
But now I couldn't do without my supply
I need you for my own
Oh, I can't break away
I must have you everyday
As regularly as coffee or tea
You've got me in your clutches and I can't break free
You're getting to be a habit with me
Love appears just like the fog
Sometimes I try to recall
The feeling that I could fall
All at once
I see
I’m alone
I’m free
Who knew that I’d miss the mist
The mist must have evanesced
But, oh
That distant calling
That yearning to yin
That longing to lean in
Someone to call my own
It's now returning
And how bizarre that it's for someone new
For someone who really seems to be the one someone to
Somehow remind me of you
Pitter patter, pitter patter
Rain on my window, my world was very small when I had you
What's the matter, what's the matter?
Tears on my pillow
Why would I be surprised?
He tells me pretty lies
I tried to find a man who's just like you
Heartaches like these
Are trite and true, he's just like you
He comes and goes
He never knows he's in midair
He doesn't care
What subterfuge what ruse
To hold him and keep him beseeching
But why try to catch a fog disappearing into sky?
Blanche Dorothea Jones Calloway (February 9, 1902 – December 16, 1978)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blanche_Calloway
彼女はキャブ・キャロウェイの姉君です。
Clyde Hart (1910 – March 19, 1945)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clyde_Hart_(pianist)
曲情報については掘り起こせませんでした。
いかにもキャブ・キャロウェイ的な曲ですね。
このあたりとか
Minnie the Moocher she met my Growlin’ Dan
このあたりとか
He said Ho-de-ho-de ho ha ha!
Gather ‘round folks while I tell you about my man
I’m talkin’ about Growlin’ Dan
He’s got roly-poly eyes
And he’s just about my size
He ain’t no sheik, not a gigolo
But just like they do, he takes it nice and slow
In fact whatever he does, I think is grand
I’m talkin’ about Growlin’ Dan
Minnie the Moocher she met my Growlin’ Dan
She shook her hoochie coochie tried to steal my man
She told him of the dream she had of the King of Sweden
And how he was givin’ her everything she was needin’
Yea, my Dan is mean, but he’s on the square
So he told old Minnie to take the air
He said Ho-de-ho-de ho ha ha!
Minnie, I’ll see you in the sweet by and by
Mmm, when a dog gets mad he howls
When my mad gets mad he growls
He says “What are you doin’?
Where you been?
Where you goin’?
When did you come in?
Is my bath ready?
Did you turn the water on?”
Oh oh, sometimes I wish I was gone
But he handles my affairs and that takes a real good man
I’m talkin’ about Growlin’ Dan
Wah, wah, Growlin’ Dan
Wah, wah, wah Growlin’ Dan
Wah, wah, Growlin’ Dan
Wah, wah, talkin’ about my Growlin’ Dan
Look at me
Why don't you look at me
The way you look at all the other girls you see
I'm your friend
I guess I'll always be, but I'm in love with you endlessly
All the time
All of the time I've lost trying to make you come to me at any cost
All I was, all that I'll ever be, is just a clown for you when you're blue
Blue as the nights I'd wish we'd spent together what a lovely time together blue
As that glimpse of light when I almost think you might just look at me
All I’ve done, all that I hope to do
Is spend my lonely life loving you
wonder if he knows
how much I care for him
and though I laugh and shake my head
his hands hands on mine are all
I know
of love
of love
of love
I wonder if he
even knows my name
my name between those lips
or on that toungue
would make me lose what ground I'm on
what ground I am on
to see him smile
the way he smiles
when she's near
to get what's left over
his surplus of love
and I know it's strange
sometimes I wish to hold her near
to press her cheek
with gratitude
saying thank you
for his smile you brought
for I am incapable
I wonder is he knows
how much I care for him
and though I laugh and shake my head
his hands on mine
are all I know
of love
of love
of love
[Intro]
Let's find a spot
Here under the stars
With nothing but sky
Between you and I
[Verse 1]
Oh, how the time seems to stop
With your face in my hands
With such trickery, See
how it's flying away
And there's nothing i can do
but cling to you my love and thank the stars
I lived a dream with you
[Verse 2]
Oh how my heart seems to stop
When you're here in my arms
With such trickery, See
how it's flying away
And there's nothing i can do
Papa, Papa, treetop tall
Hear your lovin' mama call
You ain't doin' no good
You ain't treatin' me like you should
Papa, Papa, hear my plea
Stop mistreatin' me
You stay, stay away
That's why you hear me say
What's the matter now?
What's the matter now?
Ain't seen you, honey
Since well last spring
Tell me, pretty Papa
Have you broke that thing?
What's the matter now
That we can't get along somehow?
I ain't had no sugar in a long time
Tell me, what's the matter now?
Daddy, tell me what's the matter now?
What's the matter now?
What's the matter now?
You never give me lovin'
Like a daddy should
Tell me, do you really think
I'm made o' wood?
What's the matter now?
Cruel Daddy, we can't get along somehow
Mama wants some honey from that honeycomb
Tell me, what's the matter now?
Daddy, tell me what's the matter now?
作曲: Leonard Bernstein
作詞: Stephen Sondheim
作曲年 1957
おなじみの、ミュージカル West Side Story (1957) の挿入歌ですね。
なかなか気合の入った演奏歌唱になっています。
Could be!
Who knows?
There’s something’ due any day;
I will know right away
Soon as it shows
It may come cannonballin’
Down through the sky
Gleam in its eye
Bright as a rose!
Who knows?
It’s only just out of reach
Down the block, on a beach
Under a tree
I got a feelin’ there’s a miracle due
Gonna come true
Comin’ to me!
Could it be? Yes, it could
Something’s coming, something good
If I can wait!
Something’s comin’, I don’t know what it is
But it is
Gonna be great!
With a click, with a shock
Phone’ll jingle, door’ll knock
Open the latch!
Something’s comin’, don’t know when
But it’s soon
Catch the moon
One-handed catch!
Around the corner
Or whistling’ down the river
Come on deliver
To me!
Will it be? Yes, it will
Maybe just by holdin’ still
It’ll be there!
Come on, something, come on in
Don’t be shy
Meet a guy
Pull up a chair!
The air is hummin’
And something great is comin’!
Who knows?
It’s only just out of reach
Down the block, on a beach
Maybe tonight
Maybe tonight
Maybe tonight
You of my life
I have seen no one more blue in my life
And I’ve dreamt the taste of dew on your lips
Many nights of my life
All my dreams are disasters
Underling and her master
True and its trite
I have fallen into eyes telling lies
And I’ve slept in dingy rooms
Taking trips
Far away from my life
All my dreams are disasters
Underling and her master
I’ve slept so much that I have huddled
Into nothing but a mass of flesh
So soft and numb that I can scarcely tell where body ends and
Sheets begin if thats the mattress or my skin the bin(?) I’m living in
I only sing for those in love
I only sing for one to love
I only sing for one to love...
Me