Ding dong! The bells are gonna chime …

•Friday 3 July 2009 • 1 Comment

Get Me to the Church On Time

JAMIE AND HARRY:
There’s just a few more hours.
That’s all the time you’ve got;
A few more hours
Before they tie the knot.

ALFIE:
There’s drinks and girls all over London
And I’ve gotta track ‘em down
In just a few more hours.
Set ‘em up, me darlin’!

I’m getting married in the mornin’!
Ding dong! The bells are gonna chime.
Pull out the stopper!
Let’s have a whopper!
But get me to the church on time!

I got ta be there in the mornin’,
Spruced up and lookin’ in me prime.
Girls, come and kiss me;
Show how you’ll miss me.
But get me to the church on time!

If I am dancin’,
Roll up the floor.
If I am whistlin’,
Whewt me out the door!

For I’m gettin’ married in the mornin’.
Ding dong! The bells are gonna chime.
Kick up a rumpus,
But don’t lose the compass,
And get me to the church…

JAMIE AND HARRY:
Get ‘im to the church…

ALFIE:
For God’s sake, get me to the church on time!

ALFIE AND CHORUS:
I’m/He’s getting married in the mornin’.
Ding dong! The bells are gonna chime.
Some bloke who’s able
Lift up the table,
And get me to the church on time!

ALFIE:
If I am flyin’,
Then shoot me down.
If I am wooin’,
Get her out of town!

ALFIE AND CHORUS:
For I’m/He’s getting married in the morning!
Ding dong! The bells are gonna chime.

ALFIE:
Feather and tar me;
Call out the Army;
But get me to the church.
Get me to the church.
For God’s sake, get me to the church on time!

CHORUS:
He’s getting married in the mornin’!
Ding dong! The bells are gonna chime.

ALFIE:
Come on! Pull out the stopper!
Let’s have a whopper!
But get me to the church on time!

CHORUS:
He’s got ta be there in the mornin’,
Spruced up and lookin’ in ‘is prime.

ALFIE:
Girls, come and kiss me;
Show how you’ll miss me.
But get me to the church on time!

If I am dancin’,
Roll up the floor.
If I am whistlin’,
Whewt me out the door!

CHORUS:
For he’s getting married in the mornin’.
Ding dong! The bells are gonna chime.

ALFIE:
Drug me or jail me,
Stamp me and mail me.
But get me to the church…

CHORUS:
Get him to the church…

ALFIE:
For God’s sake, get me to the church on time!

[musical interlude]

CHORUS:
Girls, come and kiss ‘im;
Show how you’ll miss ‘im.
But get him to the church on time!

[musical interlude]

CHORUS:
Kick up a rumpus,
But don’t lose the compass,
And get him to the church on time!

ALFIE AND CHORUS:
If I am flyin’,
Then shoot me down.
If I am wooin’,
Get her out of town!

CHORUS:
He’s gettin’ married in the mornin’.
Ding dong! The bells are gonna chime.

HARRY:
Some bloke who’s able
Lift up the table,

ALFIE:
Get me to the church on time!

CHORUS:
Get him to the church!
Get him to the church!

HARRY AND JAMIE:
Starlight is reelin’ ‘ome to bed now.
Mornin’ is smearin’ up the sky.

CHORUS:
London is wakin’.
Daylight is breakin’.
Good luck, old chum,
Good health, goodbye.

ALFIE:
I’m gettin’ married in the mornin’.
Ding dong! The bells are gonna chime.

CHORUS:
Hail and salute me,
Then haul off and boot me;
And get him to the church,
Get him to the church!
For God’s sake, get him to the church on time!

Wedding Day at Troldhaugen

•Wednesday 1 July 2009 • Leave a Comment

Nina and Edvard Grieg’s home was built in 1885, and the couple lived there the last 22 summers of Edvard Grieg’s life. Troldhaugen became a museum in May 1928.

Edvard Grieg Museum Troldhaugen

And here’s to you …

•Monday 29 June 2009 • Leave a Comment

In my heart you’ll live forever …

•Friday 26 June 2009 • Leave a Comment

The Coast of Malabar

Far away across the ocean, underneath an Indian star
Dwells a dark-eyed lovely maiden on the coast of Malabar
In the harbour, where we anchored, I can see her shy and sweet
With a bunch of wine-red roses and the wild waves at her feet

Come to me, I hear her calling across the ocean wild and far
Come to me again and love me on the coast of Malabar

Chorus:
Fare thee well, my little dark-eyed queen
Fare thee well, my Indian star
In my heart you’ll live forever
On the coast of Malabar

And my thoughts keep ever turning to that far-off distant shore
And to that dark-eyed girl who loved me, but I’ll see her never more

Chorus

So the heart breaks into small shadows …

•Wednesday 24 June 2009 • Leave a Comment

Billy the Kid, part IX

So the heart breaks
Into small shadows
Almost so random
They are meaningless
Like a diamond
Has at the center of it a diamond
Or a rock
Rock.
Being afraid
Love asks its bare question—
I can no more remember
What brought me here
Than bone answers bone in the arm
Or shadow sees shadow—
Deathward we ride in the boat
Like someone canoeing
In a small lake
Where at either end
There are nothing but pine-branches—
Deathward we ride in the boat
Broken-hearted or broken-bodied
The choice is real. The diamond. I
Ask it.

    — Jack Spicer