Hades of night are falling
As the wind be-gins to sigh
And the world's silhou-etted a-gainst the sky.
Blue Shadows on the Trail
Blue moon shinin' through the trees.
And a plain-tiff wail, from the distance
Comes a driftin' on the evening breeze.
Move a-long, Blue Shadows, move a-long
Soon the dawn will come and you'll be on your way
Un-til the darkness sheds its veil
There'll be Blue Shadows on the Trail.
Move a-long, Blue Shadows, move a-long
Soon the dawn will come and you'll be on your way
Un-til the darkness sheds its veil
There'll be Blue Shadows on the Trail.
Shadows on the Trail.

We'll have a blue room
A new room for two room
Where every day's a holiday
Because you're married to me
Not like a ballroom
A small room a hall room
Where I can smoke my pipe away
With your wee head upon my knee
We will thrive on keep alive on
Just nothing but kisses
With 'Mr' and 'Mrs'
On little blue chairs
You'll sew your trousseau
Robinson Crusoe
Is not so far from worldly cares
As our blue room far away upstairs
Yes we'll thrive on keep alive on
Just nothing but kisses
With 'Mr' and 'Mrs'
Sitting on little blue chair
You'll sew your trousseau
And Mr. Robinson Crusoe
Is not so far from worldly cares
As our blue room far away upstairs
It's a new room
And it's a blue room
Just for you and I

No ball point pen
No type set in
The ultra-sonic tapping machine
Takes control, takes control
Issues its command
Clicking and clattering into the black
Indian ink or night, ahh ahh !!!
Hyrogliphic ancient scrawl, ahh ahh
Dot to dot I'm bleeding for you
Bleeding for you my blood is blue
Penetration stainless steel
Surgically screened the needle machine
Sliced the flesh like the Teko-Teko's stare
Cut statistics on my face on my face
Name, age, place of birth, race,
Village and tribe, carve deeply
Erase doubt, as to who I am
Who I am who I am
Prick, prick ow, transfea inscribed
Images of sweet roses red
Blood drips blood drips
The emporium
The tatoo hole in my skin
Drains the blood
Pain Ahh Ahh

Blå Kveill (tekst Arvid Hanssen, musikk Bjørn Andor Drage
Se, no stijlne aille båran

og det skjømmest mens æ ror.

Det bli blått ruint begge åran

førr en kaillkrok i en fjord.


No kjem skarven òg te skjærre.

Det e han, og det e æ

som e eillst i detta værre.

Skarven ror i lag med mæ.


Kveillen spørr, og kveillen svare.

Gjer mæ mangt å tenke på.

Tru kor lenge vi ska fare.

Derom vijl Vårherre rå.


Trygt å trø i lainn av båten

på et berg æ kaille mett.

Godt å høre godverslåten

og gå heim med glae skrett.

På en tur ned ad Themsen
med en skipper uden længsel
og to små kvinder
i en nymalet båd
og en spillemand i minen
på vej mod Kentucky
og månen var blå over London Bridge

Og regnen den drev baglæns
ind over Picadilly Cirkus
og guiden han var joker
fra havnen i Calais
og drengen der var hjemløs
solgte country a capella
og den vise mand fra Oz var mørkeræd

Jeg husker den milde vind
der vuggede palmen
det er let at stå kind mod kind
og høre nattesalmen

Og floderne flyder
og fuglene driver
og månen er blå over London Bridge

Jeg husker den milde vind
der vuggede palmen
det er let at stå kind mod kind
og høre nattesalmen

Og faklerne slukkes
over cirkus i Soho
og guitaren stemmes
af havnens Robin Hood
og nattetrommen kalder
på de mørke senioritas
og månen den er rød over London Bridge

Hvad var det dog, der skete?
Mit vinterfrosne hjertes kvarts
må smelte ved at se det
den første dag i marts.
Hvad gennembrød den sorte jord
og gav den med sit søblå flor
et stænk af himlens tone?
Den lille anemone,
jeg planted dér i fjor.

2 På Lolland jeg den hented,
et kærtegn fra min fødeø.
Så gik jeg her og vented
og tænkte: »Den må dø;
den savner jo sit skovkvarter,
sin lune luft, sit fede ler;
i denne fjendske zone
forgår min anemone;
jeg ser den aldrig mer«.

3 Nu står den der og nikker
så sejersæl i Jyllands grus
ukuelig og sikker
trods ensomhed og gus,
som om alverdens modgang her
har givet den et større værd,
en lille amazone
og dog min anemone
som søens bølge skær.

4 Hvad var det dog, der skete?
Mit hjerte koldt og hårdt som kvarts
det smelter ved at se det
den første dag i marts.
Jeg tænkte: »Evigt skiltes ad
min sjæl og glæden«. da jeg sad
i vint'rens grumme done.
Nu gør min anemone
mig atter fri og glad.

5 For denne rene farve
den er mig som en vårens dåb,
den la'r mig nyfødt arve
en evighed af håb.
Så bøjer jeg mig da mod jord
og stryger ømt dit silkeflor,
en flig af nådens trone.
Du lille anemone,
hvor er vor skaber stor!

The Blue Danube is the common English title of An der schönen blauen Donau op. 314 (On the Beautiful Blue Danube), a waltz by Johann Strauss II, composed in 1866. Originally performed 13 February 1867 at a concert of the Wiener Männergesangsverein (Vienna Men's Choral Association), it has been one of the most consistently popular pieces of music in the classical repertoire. Its initial performance was only a mild success, however, and Strauss is reputed to have said "The devil take the waltz, my only regret is for the coda—I wish that had been a success!"

The Beautiful Blue Danube" was first written as a song for a carnival's choir (for bass and tenor), with rather satirical lyrics (Austria having just lost the war with Germany). The original title was also referring to a poem about the Danube in the poet Karl Beck's hometown, Baja in Hungary, and not in Vienna. Later Franz von Gernerth wrote new, more "official-sounding" lyrics:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Blue...

Lily Pons - The Blue Danube Waltz

[That Girl from Paris(1936)]
Lily Pons (1898 -- 1976) was a French-born American operatic soprano and actress.

Day drinkin' just stinkin' out loud
Sundown's come down along with that nighttime crowd
Bookends good friends thoughts of the past
Your time is my time as long as it last
I felt too good for too long to feel as blue as I do
Chain smokin' all jokin' aside
Wishin' and waitin' and hesitatin' tryin' to take it all in stride
Night flight back home everything's changed
All night tonight my thoughts rearranged
I felt too good for too long to feel as blue as I do
Night hawkin' talkin' out of my head
Hometown show down give me the lowdown
But please don't tell me what you think I said
Give me the feeling I'm on the right track
Catch me a night train I ain't comin' back
I felt too good for too long to feel as blue as I do
I felt too good for too long to feel as blue as I do

Blue lace, her gown was blue lace,
She wore the promise of springtime and laughter.
Daybreak, we talked till daybreak
Without a warning of what might come after.
Her touch was velvet, I still can feel it
That one brief moment that ended in space.
Sometime in mid-December,
I hear the music, the echo of springtime laughter,
All day I see the old days,
When I'd seen the young girls in blue, blue lace.
Her gown was blue lace, such lovely blue lace,
Her gown was blue.

"Les Bleuets D'azur"
Les bleuets d'azur
Dans les grands bles murs
Nous font des clins d'?il
Au bord du clocher
La pie vient percher
Sa robe de deuil
Seul, le vent du mois d'aout
A les yeux si doux
Qu'on en boirait bien
Et l'herbe d'amour
Se fait de velours
Au creux de mes reins
Attention, mon gars!
Ce n'est pas toujours
Qu'on fait de l'amour
Avec ces trucs-la!
Attention, mon gars!
Fais-toi des yeux bleus
Autant que tu veux,
Mais ne gamberge pas
Dans tes cheveux bruns
Je plonge mes mains
Je vois le soleil
C'est l'instant perdu
Toujours attendu
Mais jamais pareil
Et tandis qu'au ciel
Le silence est tel
Qu'on l'entend crier
Dans tes yeux qui battent
La vie est si bath
Que j'en suis noyee
Attention, mon gars!
Ce n'est pas toujours
Qu'on fait de l'amour
Avec ces trucs-la!
Attention, mon gars!
Fais-toi des yeux bleus
Autant que tu veux,
Mais ne gamberge pas
Pour voir si ca va
Patientons jusqu'a dimanche prochain
Les bleuets d'azur
Dans les grands bles murs
Nous attendront bien
Le vent du mois d'aout
Sera bien plus doux
La deuxieme fois
Et l'herbe d'amour
Sera la toujours
Quand on reviendra
Mais, tu vois, mon gars,
J'avais bien raison
De faire attention
Je gamberge deja!
Qui peut dire, mon gars,
Si l'on reviendra
Si l'on reviendra
Si l'on reviendra
Si l'on reviendra

DUKE ELLINGTON
"Azure"
Driftin' Dreamin'
In an Azure mood,
Stardust gleamin'
Thru my solitude:
Here in my seclusion,
You're a blue illusion
While I'm in this Azure interlude.
I'm not wanted
I'm so all alone;
Always haunted
By the dreams I own;
But, though I'm tormented
I must be contented
Driftin' Dreamin'
In an Azure mood!
Driftin' Dreamin'
In an Azure mood,
Star dust gleamin'
Thru my solitude:
Here in my seclusion,
You're a blue illusion
While I'm in this Azure interlude!

I had a dog and his name was Blue
I had a dog and his name was Blue
I had a dog and his name was Blue
I betcha five dollars he's a good dog, too
Singin' "here, ol' Blue, you're a good dog, you!"
Ol' Blue come when I blow my horn
Ol' Blue come when I blow my horn
A' Blue come a' runnin' through the yella' corn
A' Blue come a' runnin' when I blow my horn
Singin' "here, ol' Blue, you're a good dog, you!"
[Spoken by Peter, in an interrupting manner:] "What if this song were to be changed? (laughter) Modified by an unscrupulous modifier of folks songs, whose business it is to make this type of song palatable for the teenage, deliquent, "mother-my-dog" instinct. And then it would be a rock and roll song." (Paul, interrupting) "OH, NASTY, UNSCRUPULOUS MODIFIER!!!" (laughter, then Peter) "Now it would sound something...like this:"
Hup two three four five six hey!
Well I got a dog and 'is name is Blue,
I betcha five dollars he's a good dog, too,
Oh, Oh, oooo, yow!
Bow wow bow wow bow wow, ooooo,
[Spoken:]
"Well Blue...
Why did you leave me sweetheart?
Blue ... you promised to write
and I ... I sit I sit ...
I sit alone at night now,
Sifting sand through my fingers,
(looking for some trace of you)
Come back Blue, I, I, I,
I want you I, I, I,
I need you ....
And I'm Going To Have You!!!
Here, Blue!!!

Det e blå blå vind over landet no
Kremmeran har fått tak
Koss kan eit land av arbeiderblod
Få ein arbeiderklasse så svak?
Jo, alle har vi eit kremmersinn
Som løftes av ein blå blå vind

Refreng:

Blå blå vind
Skapt av tyskernes Hansamakt
Blå blå vind
Skapt av franske slaveskip
Blå blå vind
Skapt av den engelske kremmarsjel
Og USA's napalm som brinn
I ein blå blå vind

Vår streikerett og vår frihet
Vår åttetimersdag
Respekten for menneskelivet
Kor har det kommi ifra?
Va det nå’n som mått slåss så blodet mått rinn
Hell kom det med ein blå blå vind?
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Mellomspill

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