Song on "Beachcomber" by Robert Service.

Lyrics :

When I have come with happy heart to sixty years and ten,  
I'll buy a boat and sail away upon a summer sea;
And in a little lonely isle that's far and far from men,
In peace and praise I'll spend the days the Gods allow to me.
For I am weary of a strife so pitiless and vain;
And in a far and fairy isle, bewilderingly bright,
I'll learn to know the leap and glow of rapture once again,
And welcome every living dawn with wonder and delight.

Chorus :
And there I'll build a swan-white house above the singing foam,
With brooding eaves, where joyously rich roses climb and cling;
With crotons in a double row, like wine and honeycomb,
And flame trees dripping golden rain, and palms.
And there I'll let the wind and wave do what they will with me;
And I will dwell unto the end with loveliness and joy;
And drink from out the crystal spring, and eat from off the tree,
As simple as a savage is, as careless as a boy.

For I have come to think that Life's a lamentable tale,
And all we break our hearts to win is little worth our while;
For fame and fortune in the end are comfortless and stale,
And it is best to dream and rest upon a radiant isle.
So I'll blot out the bitter years of sufferance and scorn,
And I'll forget the fear and fret, the poverty and pain;
And in a shy and secret isle I'll be a man newborn,
And fashion life to heart's desire, and seek my soul again.

Chorus :
And there I'll build a swan-white house above the singing foam,
With brooding eaves, where joyously rich roses climb and cling;
With crotons in a double row, like wine and honeycomb,
And flame trees dripping golden rain, and palms.
And there I'll let the wind and wave do what they will with me;
And I will dwell unto the end with loveliness and joy;
And drink from out the crystal spring, and eat from off the tree,
As simple as a savage is, as careless as a boy.

For when I come with happy heart to sixty years and ten,
I fondly hope the best of life will yet remain to me;
And so I'll burn my foolish books and break my futile pen,
And seek a tranced and tranquil isle, that dreams eternally. 
I'll turn my back on all the world, I'll bid my friends adieu;
Unto the blink I'll leave behind what gold I have to give;
And in a jewelled solitude I'll mould my life anew,
And nestling close to Nature's heart, I'll learn at last . . . to live.

Of Strange Lands & People

"The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner" is a poem by Randall Jarrell, about the death of a gunner in a Sperry ball turret on a World War II American bomber aircraft.

From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.

The Death Of The Ball Turret Gunner

Places

Lorette

Made in Japan

L'Eglise du Cros de Cagnes

Méditerranée

Mr. Burns

This song is about the children of Izieu who were arrested on April 6, 1944 and then deported to Auschwitz.

Under your eyes of mercy
We lived in love and peace
After a lonely winter
The sun was shining anew

But the devil stayed awake
Waiting for his time

We used to play in the garden 
Or just to sit on a fence
We woke early in the morning
During this endless summer

We could have lived in peace
Till the end of time

But the devil stayed awake
Waiting for his time
Always lurking in the shadows

Santa Klaus and his pixies
Were nightmare fighters
Children's blood thirsty ogres

On the sixth of April
They came with their metal sleigh
They took us to the land of ice
Where the sun never shines 

And on this cursed land, 
Covered by the ashes of the dead
Our shadows will dance
Until the end of all time

The House With No Eyes

Lyrics:

My birds are singing so loud
That I am feeling blue
The sky's so pure that I feel the void
That's Filling all my soul
I'm as empty as a drum
The sun shines
The weather is fine
But I can't believe it's true

It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
I will always be beside you 
I will always be true

I'm looking for new countries
Where we could live beyond the seas
I'm dreaming of you
I'll bring you to my wonderland

My birds are feeling so sad
That they are singing a blues
The sky is so definitely pure
That I am melting down
I'm as empty as a drum
The sun cries
The summer is out
But I can't believe it's true

It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
I will always be next to you 
I will always be yours

I dreamed so often of you 
That you lost your reality
I am the shadow 
On the sundial of your life

My soul belongs to god 
But my heart belongs to you
I love the sweetness of your eyes 
The kindness of your gaze
The fragrance of your hair
When I'm half asleep on my feet
The only real thing is you

It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
Beyond all the appearances of life  
The only truth is our love

And you, do you hear the voice?
That says the winter won't be long,
Do you hear the voice? 
That lead us into happy days?

Of Beauty & Love

The Cremation Of Sam McGee by Robert Service

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
      By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
      That would make your blood run cold;
The  Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
      But the queerest thing they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
      I cremated Sam McGee.

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he'd often say in his homely way that "he'd sooner live in hell."

And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and "Cap," says he, "I'll cash in this trip, I guess; 
And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request."

Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no; then he said me with a moan:
"It's the cursed cold, and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through (to)  the bone.
Yet 'tain't being dead—it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains."

A pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore that I would not fail;
And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;
And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.

Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;
Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared, and the furnace roared—such a blaze you seldom see;
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.

I don't know how long in the snow I wrestled with my grisly fear;
But the stars came out and they danced 'bout ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I said: "I will just take a peep inside.
I guess he's cooked, it's time I looked"; and then the door I opened wide.

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: "Please close that door.
It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm—
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm."

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
      By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
      That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
      But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
      I cremated Sam McGee.

The Cremation Of Sam McGee

I want to explore one by one
The infinity of possible worlds
I'm not looking for the best one
I just wanna live to know them all 

Traveling in my time machine
Stopping all the clocks as I wish
I would know all languages of the world
I would explore all the ages of life

Life is a sunny day

I will travel back the old days
When I was a child with my current soul
I will meet this guy that I love
Before he composed his swan song

I just told Frankie to finish the work
I told Crito to slit the rooster's throat
I payed Ascle He sacrificed the cock
Je suis serein, je peux mourir en paix 

I am free

Will it end in fire?
Will it end in ice?
Qui doit-on appeler quand sonne la fin ?
On n'en sait rien. 
Personne ne nous répond.

In the solitude of the highest peaks
In an avalanche just before the light shines

Childhood follies
Provide good jollies 
Eternal madness 
Brings us happiness

Frankie
Walsy
Paid me
To write a mass for the dead

Time Travel

In the city's loud cry, she floated like a dream,
Mourning gown, noble air, by the streetlight's beam.
With each step, her grace, like a dance, it seemed,
In her eyes, a storm, where my fantasies teemed.

A flash, in the night's embrace,
Her glance, in time's endless race.
Now she's a whisper in the crowd's faceless sea,
A missed beat in my heart that could have been.
 
You think you saw love in the turn of my heel,
But I'm just walking by, not part of your reel.  
In your head a romance, from a glance you steal,  
But I'm not the one, not part of your deal

Dreams strut under the guise of daylight in the shadows delight.
In the dark stage of life, fate plays with us, and we pretend we see. 

In the rush of the crowd, your shadow fades away,
But in me forever, your image will stay.
A moment of dream, now a haunting tune,
Under the indifferent sky, by the fading moon.

We're lost in the endless night,
Our eyes in a fleeting light.
You are away now, a whisper in the throng,
A dead love fading like a silent song

You think you saw love in the turn of my heel,
But I'm just walking by, not part of your reel.  
In your head a romance, from a glance you steal,  
But I'm not the one, not part of your deal

Dreams strut under the guise of daylight in the shadows delight.
In the dark stage of life, fate plays with us, and we pretend we see. 

The Passerby

A kind of fake rap adaptation of Sonnet 66 by William Shakespeare.

Sonnet 66

Songs used in this mashup :

Public Enemy - - Hazy Shade Of Criminal (A Capella)
Queen & David Bowie - Under Pressure (Bass)
Serge Gainsbourg - Requiem pour un con (Drums)
KRS-One - Sound of da Police (Vocal sample)
TC Matic - Putain Putain (Ambiance)

Criminal Under Pressure (Public Enemy vs Queen feat. David Bowie vs Gainsbourg vs KRS-One)

Songs used in this mashup :

Minstry - Just One Fix
RATM - Testify (acapella)
TC Matic - Putain Putain (Ambiance)

Testify my Fix (Rage Against The Machine vs Ministry vs TC Matic)

Songs used in this mashup : 

Public Enemy - One (acapella)
Pierre Henry et Michel Colombier - Psyché Rock (instrumental)
The Troggs - Wild Thing

One Thing (The Troggs vs Public enemy vs Pierre Henry)

Songs used in this mashup : 

Kate Tempest - The Truth (live acapella)
Serge Gainsbourg - Initials B.B. (instrumental loops)
Bulgarian Symphony Orchestra - Gainsbourg (Vie Héroïque) Soundtrack - Initials B.B. (instrumental)
Antonín Dvořák - Symphony No. 9 in E minor, "From the New World", Op. 95, B. 178, first movement (theme used by Serge Gainsbourg)

Initial Truth (Kate Tempest vs. Serge Gainsbourg feat. Dvorak)

Songs used in this mashup : 

Leftfield - Shallow Grave (instrumental)
Benny Benassi - Love Is Gonna Save Us
Anne Clark - Our Darkness (A Capella)

Our Darkness Is Gonna Save Us (Anne Clark vs. Leftfield vs. Benny Benassi)

Songs used in this mashup :

Twenty One Pilots - Holding On To You (acapella)
Twenty One Pilots - Stressed Out (acapella)
Ray Charles - I Don't Need No Doctor (instrumental and vocals)
KRS One - My Life (acapella)

I don't need to put a hold on you (Ray Charles vs Twenty One Pilots vs KRS-One)

Songs used in this mashup : 

Woodkid - Iron (acapella & instrumental)
Digitalism - Blitz (instrumental)

Iron Blitz (Digitalism vs. Woodkid)

Songs used in this mashup : 

Arcade Fire - Black Mirror (Vocals and some drums)
Worakls - Salzburg (instrumental)

Black Mirror in Salzburg (Worakls vs Arcade Fire)

Songs used in this mashup : 

The Stooges - I Wanna Be Your Dog (vocals)
The Exploited - Troops Of Tomorrow (Instrumental)
The Prodigy - Smack My Bitch Up (Instrumental & vocals)

Doggy Style (The Stooges vs. Prodigy vs. The Exploited)

Songs used in this mashup : 

AC/DC - Hell's Bells (Intro)
AC/DC - Thunderstruck (Guitars & Vocals)
The Doors - Peace Frog (Vocals)
Hole - Celebrity Skin (Vocals & Guitars)
Led Zeppelin - Communication Breakdown (Guitar Riff)
Aerosmith - Walk This Way (Guitars)
Def Leppard - Rock Of Ages (vocals)
Run DMC - King Of Rock (Vocals)
Michael Jackson - Beat it (Guitar Riff)
Ted Nugent - Stranglehold (Guitar Riff)
Metallica - Enter Sandman (Guitar Riff)
The Who - Can't explain (Guitar Riff)
James Brown - Get up (Get up !)
The Beatles - A Day In The Life (Outro)

Thunderfrog (ACDC vs. The Doors vs. Hole vs. Aerosmith vs. Run DMC)

Songs used in this mashup : 

Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Red Right Hand
Laura Marling - What He Wrote (vocals & guitar)
Royal Blood - Out of the Black (score)
No Drums - Out Of The Black - Royal Blood by Stephen Craven (vocals & guitars)
Ederlezi - Souzana & Eleni Vougioukli (vocals)
Radiohead - I Might Be Wrong (guitar riff)

By Order Of The Peaky Blinders (Nick Cave, Laura Marling, Royal Blood)

Johnny I Hardly Knew Ya is a traditional anti-war song. Here are the original lyrics with a new music.

Johnny I Hardly Knew Ya

A song based on "Old Trouper", poem by Robert William Service.
Classical pieces used in this song :
Franz Schubert - Fantasia in F minor, D. 940 (Op. 103), for Piano Four-Hands
Franz Schubert - Trio n°2, op. 100
Haendel - Sarabande

Lyrics :
I was Mojeska's leading man
And famous parts I used to play,
But now I do the best I can
To earn my bread from day to day;
Here in this Burg of Breaking Hears,
Where one wins as a thousand fail,
I play a score of scurvy parts
Till Time writes Finis to my tale.

My wife is dead, my daughter wed,
With heaps of trouble of their own;
And though I hold aloft my head
I'm humble, scared and all alone . . .
To-night I burn each photograph,
Each record of my former fame,
And oh, how bitterly I laugh
And feed them to the hungry flame!

Behold how handsome I was then -
What glowing eye, what noble mien;
I towered above my fellow men,
And proudly strode the painted scene.
Ah, Vanity! What fools are we,
With empty ends and foolish aims . . .
There now, I fling with savage glee
My David Garrick to the flames.

"Is this a dagger that I see":
Oh, how I used to love that speech;
We were old-fashioned - "hams" maybe,
Yet we Young Arrogance could teach.
"Out, out brief candle!" There are gone
My Lear, my Hamlet and MacBeth;
And now by ashes cold and wan
I wait my cue, my prompter Death.

The Old Actor

Suicide in the Trenches is a poem by Siegfried Sassoon, written during his First World War military service and published in 1918.

I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.

In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.

Thanks to Björn for his great synths : https://www.fullbucket.de/music/vst.html

Suicide in the Trenches

Thanks to BabyGee for her great acapella.

Answers (feat. BabyGee)

This song is an adaptation of "After Love" by Sara Teasdale.

Lyrics :
There is no magic any more,
We meet as other people do,
You work no miracle for me
Nor I for you.

You cry more and more
Seek for Beauty, she will
Fight with us against Death

You were the wind I was the sea -
There is no splendor any more,
I have grown listless as the pool
Beside the shore.

I hear you more and more
Seek for Beauty, she will
Fight with us against Death

I hang my head
Right now
All alone

But if the pool is safe from storm
And from the tide has found surcease,
It grows more bitter than the sea,
For all its peace. 

I hear you cry more and more
Seek for Beauty, she will
Fight with us against Death

I hang my head
Right now
All alone

There is no magic any more,
We meet as other people do,
You work no miracle for me
Nor I for you.

I hear you cry more and more
Seek for Beauty, she will
Fight with us against Death

I hang my head
Right now
All alone

Samples :
Sliced Tomatoes by The Just Brothers
Misirlou by Dick Dale & The Del Tones (Pulp Fiction track)
The Who Who Song by Jackie Wilson

Talking Cure

After Love

Spring In War Time - Poem by Sara Teasdale

I feel the Spring far off, far off,
The faint far scent of bud and leaf--
Oh how can Spring take heart to come
To a world in grief,
Deep grief?

The sun turns north, the days grow long,
Later the evening star grows bright--
How can the daylight linger on
For men to fight,
Still fight?

The grass is waking in the ground,
Soon it will rise and blow in waves--
How can it have the heart to sway
Over the graves,
New graves?

Under the boughs where lovers walked
The apple-blooms will shed their breath--
But what of all the lovers now
Parted by death,
Gray Death?

Samples used in this song :
Parliament Funkadelic - Do That Stuff
Isabelle Pierre - Le Temps est bon
Mandrill - Two Sisters Of Mystery

Spring In War Time (Le Temps est bon)

If I were hanged on the highest hill
Sweet little girl, O my little girl
I know whose love would follow me still
My little girl, O lost little girl

My body's old 
But my soul has no age
My spirit's cold
But my mind is right stage
Spirit in cage

If I were drowned in the deepest sea
Sweet little girl, O my little girl
I know whose tears would come down to me,
Sweet little girl, O lost in a whirl  

My body's old 
But my soul has no age
My spirit's cold
But my mind is right stage

Once there was a way 
To get back homeward 
With you my love
Once there was a way 
We went back home 
But it's all over

If I were damned of body and soul
Sweet little girl, O my little girl
I know whose prayers would make me whole
My little girl, O lost little girl

My body's old 
But my soul has no age
My spirit's cold
But my mind is right stage
Spirit in Cage

Lost Little Girl

Beyond the Sea is a 1945 contemporary pop romantic love song by Jack Lawrence, with music taken from the song "La Mer" by Charles Trenet.
Vocals : Helen Shapiro
Lyrics :
Somewhere beyond the sea
Somewhere waiting for me
My lover stands on golden sands
And watches the ships that go sailin'

Somewhere beyond the sea
Somewhere watching for me
If I could fly like birds on high
Then straight to her arms
I'd go sailing

It's far beyond the stars
It's near beyond the moon
I know beyond a doubt
My heart will lead me there soon

We'll meet beyond the shore
We'll kiss just as before
Happy we'll be beyond the sea
And never again I'll go sailing

Beyond The Sea (La Mer)- Charles Trenet vs Helen Shapiro

Songs used in this mashup :
La Roux - Bulletproof (vocals & some synths)
Siouxsie And The Banshees - Kiss Them For Me (vocals and some backgrounds)

Lyrics :

It glittered and it gleamed
For the arriving beauty queen
A ring and a car
Now you're the prettiest by far
No party she'd not attend
No invitation she wouldn't send
Transfixed by the inner sound
Of your promise to be found
"Nothing or no one will ever
Make me let you down"
Kiss them for me, I may be delayed
Kiss them for me if I am delayed

I've been there, done that, messed around,
I'm having fun, don't put me down,
I'll never let you sweep me off my feet!
I won't let you in again,
The messages I've tried to send,
My information's just not goin' in!
Burning bridges shore to shore,
I break away from something more,
I'm not turned on to love until it's cheap!
Been there, done that, messed around,
I'm having fun, don't put me down,
I'll never let you sweep me off my feet!

This time, baby, I'll be bulletproof!
This time, baby, I'll be bulletproof!

It's divoon, oh it's serene
In the fountains pink champagne
Someone carving their devotion
In the heart-shaped pool of fame

I won't let you turn around
And tell me now I'm much too proud
To walk away from something when it's dead!
Do, do, do your dirty words,
Come out to play when you are hurt,
There're certain things that should be left unsaid!
Tick, tick, tick, tick on the watch
And life's too short for me to stop.
Oh baby, your time is runnin' out!
I won't let you turn around
And tell me now I'm much too proud!
All you do is fill me up with doubt!

"Nothing or no one will ever
Make me let you down"
Kiss them for me, I may be delayed
Kiss, kiss them for me, I may find myself delayed

On the road to New Orleans
A spray of stars hit the screen
As the tenth impact shimmered
The forbidden candles beamed

This time, baby, I'll be bulletproof!
This time, baby, I'll be bulletproof!

Kiss Them For Me, now I'm Bulletproof (Siouxsie & the Banshees vs La Roux)

Toi mon amour, mon ami
Quand je rêve c'est de toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Quand je chante c'est pour toi

Mon amour, mon ami
Je ne peux vivre sans toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Et je ne sais pas pourquoi

Je n'ai pas connu d'autre garçon que toi
Si j'en ai connu je ne m'en souviens pas
A quoi bon chercher faire des comparaisons
J'ai un cœur qui sait quand il a raison
Et puisqu'il a pris ton nom

Toi mon amour, mon ami
Quand je rêve c'est de toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Quand je chante c'est pour toi

Mon amour, mon ami
Je ne peux vivre sans toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Et je sais très bien pourquoi

On ne sait jamais jusqu'où ira l'amour
Et moi qui croyais pouvoir t'aimer toujours
Oui je t'ai quitté et j'ai beau résister
Je chante parfois à d'autres que toi
Un peu moins bien chaque fois

Toi mon amour, mon ami
Quand je rêve c'est de toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Quand je chante c'est pour toi

Mon amour, mon ami
Je ne peux vivre sans toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Et je ne sais pas pourquoi

Toi mon amour, mon ami
Quand je rêve c'est de toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Quand je chante c'est pour toi

Mon amour, mon ami
Je ne peux vivre sans toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Et je ne sais pas pourquoi

Edmond David Bacri / Andre Charles Jean Popp

Mon Amour, Mon Ami [Marie Laforêt - House Remix]

Song on "A Drunken Man’s Praise Of Sobriety" by W.B. Yeats.

Come swish around, my pretty punk,
And keep me dancing still
That I may stay a sober man
Although I drink my fill.
Sobriety is a jewel
That I do much adore;
And therefore keep me dancing
Though drunkards lie and snore.
O mind your feet, O mind your feet,
Keep dancing like a wave,
And under every dancer
A dead man in his grave.
No ups and downs, my pretty,
A mermaid, not a punk;
A drunkard is a dead man,
And all dead men are drunk.

Traduction française :

Viens autour de moi, jolie souillon
Et fais que je ne cesse de danser
Afin de rester un homme sobre
Quoique je boive tout mon saoul.
La sobriété est un joyau pour lequel
J’ai une adoration extrême;
Aussi je veux que tu me fasses danser
Bien que les ivrognes se soient affalés pour ronfler.
Prends garde où tu mets les pieds, prends bien garde,
Ne cesse pas de danser comme une vague :
Sous les pas de toute danseuse,
Il y a un mort dans sa tombe.
Ne fais pas de sauts, pas de bonds,
Sois sirène, non fille de salle ;
Un ivrogne est un homme mort
Et tous ceux qui sont morts sont ivres.

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