The Nine Greek Muses with Cupid.
Oh the shark has pretty teeth, dear,
And he shows them pearly whites.
Just a jackknife has MacHeath, dear,
And he keeps it, out of sight.
When that shark bites with his teeth, dear,
Scarlet billows start to spread.
Fancy gloves though wears MacHeath, dear,
So there's not a trace of red.
On the sidewalk Sunday mornin'
Lies a body, oozin' life.
Someone sneakin' round the corner--
Is the someone, Mack the Knife?
From a tugboat by the river
A cement bag's droppin' down--
Yeah, the cement's just for the weight, dear,
Bet you Mac, he's back in town.
Louie Miller disappeared, dear,
After drawin' out his cash
And MacHeath spends like a sailor--
Did our boy do somethin' rash?
Sukey Tawdry, Jenny Diver
Lotte Lenya, Sweet Lucy Brown--
Oh!! the line forms on the right, dears,
Now that Mack he's, back in town.
"Mack the Knife" (from The Two Penny Opera by Bertold Brecht)
Starry starry night,
paint your palet blue and grey.
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that
know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills sketch the trees and the daffodills--
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen--
They did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry Starry Night,
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze
reflect in Vincent's eyes of the shine of blue.
Colors changing hue,
Morning fields of amber grey,
Withered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
and how you suffered for your sanity
and how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen--
They did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you,
but still your love was true,
and when no hope was left inside that Starry, Starry night
you took your life as lovers often do.
But I could've told you, Vincent,
this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
Starry ,Starry Night,
Portraits hung on empty walls,
Frameless heads on nameless walls,
with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in ragged clothes,
The silver thorn,
A bloody rose, lie crushed and broken on
the virgin slope.
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free--
They would not listen.
They're not listening still--
perhaps they never will.
"Vincent" by Don Maclean
What's it all about, Alfie?
Is it just for the moment we live?
What's it all about when you sort it
Out, Alfie?
Are we meant to take more than we give
Or are we meant to be kind?
And if only fools are kind, Alfie,
Then I guess it's wise to be cruel.
And if life belongs only to the strong,
Alfie,
What will you lend on an old golden
Rule?
As sure as I believe there's a heaven
Above, Alfie,
I know there's something much more,
Something even non-believers can
Believe in.
I believe in love, Alfie.
Without true love we just exist, Alfie.
Until you find the love you've missed
You're nothing, Alfie.
When you walk let your heart lead the
Way
And you'll find love any day, Alfie.
"Alfie" from the movie Alfie
I'll take you home again, Kathleen,
Across the ocean wild and wide
To where your heart has ever been
Since first you were my bonny bride.
The roses all have left your cheek--
I watch them fade away and die.
Your voice is soft when'er you speak
And tears bedim your lovely eyes.
Oh, I will take you home, Kathleen,
To where your heart shall feel no pain
And when the fields are soft and green
I will take you to your home, Kathleen.
"I'll Take You Home Again, Kathleen" recorded by Elvis Presley
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