Music. What are you listening to right now?

floppybootstomp said:
I was struck by this video for Mobys' 'Are You Lost In The World Like Me'...
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That is awesome in so many ways; the style — e.g. hommage to "early days" à la Popeye, Betty Boop etc...

Content? Don't ask me why, but this came to mind (OK, it's a bit of a leap, but still):

 
floppybootstomp said:
I was struck by this video for Mobys' 'Are You Lost In The World Like Me' mobilephonemania anybody?
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Interesting video :nod: It's a lot better than the song, that's for sure! ;)

It makes some very interesting points though. I do use my phone a lot, but only if I'm on my own. Socially I never get it out except to take the odd photo. I really hate it when other people are constantly on their phone around others, it just seems rude and anti-social.

The thing that struck me most about the news I posted earlier - about the Nintendo Switch - is that it seems to be encouraging being glued to a screen at all available opportunities. It's clever tech, but it would be sad if people couldn't tear themselves away from a game for long enough to actually spend quality time with their friends. Funny times we live in.
 
This is called extemporization of a theme, very difficult for such a young person. Most adults cannot manage this, he is a musical genius.:bow::bow::bow::bow:
 
I hope this is not straying too far from the theme of this thread. I'm sure some of you will have seen Peter Kay in action before, with his take on "Misheard Lyrics." It cracks me up every time, and it's hard not to hear his version the lyrics whenever the songs are played. Hope he raises a chuckle or two. :D
 
I love Peter Kay! I saw him in The Producers, and he absolutely stole the show :)
 
They're fantastic! And the passenger wasn't too bad either :D

Wish we had stuff like that on the trams. The nearest I've encountered was a guy with a bongo drum who sat down next to me and told me I had eyes like a cow. Nice :lol:
 
Lyrics: Tove Jansson
Music: Erna Tauro

Höstvisa (1965)

Vägen hem var mycket lång och ingen har jag mött,
nu blir kvällarna kyliga och sena.
Kom trösta mig en smula, för nu är jag ganska trött,
och med ens så förfärligt allena.
Jag märkte aldrig förut, att mörkret är så stort,
går och tänker på allt det där man borde.
Det finns så mycket saker jag skulle sagt och gjort
och det är så väldigt lite jag gjorde.

Skynda dig älskade, skynda att älska,
dagarna mörkna minut för minut,
tänd våra ljus, det är nära till natten,
snart är den blommande sommarn slut

Jag letar efter nånting som vi kanske glömde bort
och som du kunde hjälpa mig att finna.
En sommar går förbi, den är alltid lika kort,
den är drömmen om det man kunde vinna.
Du kommer kanske nån gång, förr'n skymmningen blir blå,
innan ängarna är torra och tomma.
Kanske hittar vi varann, kanske hittar vi då på
något sätt att få allting att blomma.

Skynda dig älskade, skynda att älska,
dagarna mörkna minut för minut,
tänd våra ljus, det är nära till natten,
snart är den blommande sommarn slut

Nu blåser storm därute och stänger sommarns dörr,
det är försent för att undra och leta.
Jag älskar kanske mindre, än vad jag gjorde förr
men mer än du nånsin får veta.
Nu ser vi alla fyrar kring höstens långa kust
och hör vågorna villsamma vandra.
En enda sak är viktig och det är hjärtats lust
och att få vara samman med varandra.

Skynda dig älskade, skynda att älska,
dagarna mörkna minut för minut,
tänd våra ljus, det är nära till natten,
snart är den blommande sommarn slut



Autumn Song (English translation ©1985 Monica Anderson)

My journey home was long and slow through autumn leaves and frost
The days are growing shorter and colder
Come comfort me a little for I am so sad and lost
and suddenly I'm feeling much older
And never have I seen how the nighttime wins the day
I start thinking of my life and my mission
So many plans I had and so much I had to say
and so little did I bring to fruitition

Hurry, my darling, come hurry to love me
Waste not a moment of darkening day
Light our candles it's close to the evening
Last days of summer are slipping 'way

I'm looking for that feeling we once had that we have lost
A feeling you could help me to regain
The summer is too short and all too soon will come the frost
All too soon will come the cold and the rain
And maybe you'll come by 'ere the twilight turns to blue
to make everything the way it was before
And maybe we will think of some things for us to do
To make our gardens blossom once more

Hurry, my darling, come hurry to love me
Waste not a moment of darkening day
Light our candles it's close to the evening
Last days of summer are slipping 'way

The storm is blowing harder and I have to shut the door
I’m still thinking of you in this evening hour
I may be loving less than I used to love before
but you don't really know half my power
Staring at the beacons along the windy coast
Where ships endure the whitecaps and the weather
Now caring and sharing are things that matter most
In getting through these hard times together


Hurry, my darling, come hurry to love me
Waste not a moment of darkening day
Light our candles it's close to the evening
Last days of summer are slipping 'way

_________________

“But that’s how it is when you start wanting to have things. Now, I just look at them, and when I go away I carry them in my head. Then my hands are always free, because I don’t have to carry a suitcase. -Snufkin”
― Tove Jansson, Comet in Moominland
 
I know this is horribly something, but I am already listening to my 50+ track Spotify playlist of Perry Como's Christmas songs. I also intend to start making Christmas cards this month. I love Christmas!

For now though I just like listening to the songs, especially the classic ones from like the '50s, because they relax me...
 
Ooh the C word :lol: I don't let myself listen to that stuff until the start of December, otherwise I get fed up of it by 25th. I'm with you re classic crooners though :)
 
I am an old humbug a week before Christmas is enough for me. I can remember when I was a little boy my Mum (who was a church organist and very religious) going into Dover Curries and complaining to the Manager because they had a Father Christmas a WHOLE two weeks before Christmas but that was in the early 1950's, she would turn in her grave if she knew that Christmas in the shops now starts at the end of September.
 
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