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Fairytale
05:23
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Fairytale
Child of the pure unclouded brow
And dreaming eyes of wonder!
Though time be fleet, and I and thou
Are half a life asunder,
Thy loving smile will surely hail
The love-gift of a fairy-tale.
I have not seen thy sunny face,
Nor heard thy silver laughter;
No thought of me shall find a place
In thy young life's hereafter --
Enough that now thou wilt not fail
To listen to my fairy-tale.
A tale begun in other days,
When summer suns were glowing --
A simple chime, that served to time
The rhythm of our rowing --
Whose echoes live in memory yet,
Though envious years would say 'forget'
A BOAT, beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July --
Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear
Pleased a simple tale to hear –
Long has paled that sunny sky
Echoes fade and memories die
Autumn frosts have slain July.
Still she haunts me, phantomwise
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.
I have not seen thy sunny face,
Nor heard thy silver laughter;
No thought of me shall find a place
In thy young life's hereafter --
Enough that now thou wilt not fail
To listen to my fairy-tale.
Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream --
Lingering in the golden gleam --
Life what is it but a dream?
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2. |
The Riddle
02:18
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Riddle
`First, the fish must be caught.'
That is easy: a baby, I think, could have caught it.
`Next, the fish must be bought.'
That is easy: a penny, I think, would have bought it.
`Now cook me the fish!'
That is easy, and will not take more than a minute.
`Let it lie in a dish!'
That is easy, because it already is in it.
`Bring it here! Let me sup!'
It is easy to set such a dish on the table.
`Take the dish-cover up!'
Ah, that is so hard that I fear I'm unable!
For it holds it like glue --
Holds the lid to the dish, while it lies in the middle:
Which is easiest to do,
Un-dish-cover the fish, or dishcover the riddle?'
(Red queen’s Lullaby)
Hush-a-by lady, in Alice's lap !
Till the feast's ready, we've time for a nap :
When the feast's over, we'll go to the ball --
Red Queen, and White Queen, and Alice, and all !
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3. |
Beat him
03:13
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Beat him
SPEAK roughly to your little boy,
And beat him when he sneezes;
He only does it to annoy,
Because he knows it teases.
(beat him when he sneezes)
Cho.-- Wow! wow! wow!
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
I speak severely to my boy,
And beat him when he sneezes:
For he can thoroughly enjoy
The pepper when ye pleases!
(beat him when he sneezes)
Cho.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
'TWAS brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
SPEAK roughly to your little boy,
And beat him when he sneezes;
He only does it to annoy,
Because he knows it teases.
(beat him when he sneezes)
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4. |
Tweedels
01:28
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’Tweedledum and Tweedledee
Tweedledum and Tweedledee
Agreed to have a battle!
For Tweedledum said Tweedledee
Had spoiled his nice new rattle.
Just then flew down a monstrous crow,
As black as a tar-barrel!
Which frightened both the heroes so,
They quite forgot their quarrel.'
- I know what you're thinking about, 'but it isn't so, nohow.
- Contrariwise, if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic.
- I was thinking, which is the best way out of this wood: it's getting so dark. Would you tell me, please?
- Nohow !!! You've begun wrong! The first thing in a visit is to say "How d'ye do?" and shake hands !
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5. |
Cavalier
04:08
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Je vais te conter maintenant
L'histoire singulière
De ce bon vieillard chargé d'ans.
Assis sur la barrière.
« Qui es-tu ? Quel est ton gagne-pain ? »
Dis-je à cette relique.
Comme un tamis retient du vin,
Je retins sa réplique.
« Je pourchasse les papillons
Qui volent dans les nues ;
J’en fais des pâtés de mouton,
Que je vends dans les rues.
Je les vends à de fiers marins
Qui aux flots s'abandonnent ;
Et c'est là mon seul gagne-pain...
Faites-moi donc l'aumône. »
Mais, moi, qui concevais ce plan :
Teindre en vert mes moustaches
Et me servir d'un grand écran
Pour que nul ne le sache,
Je dis (n'ayant rien entendu),
À cette vieille bête :
« Allons, voyons ! Comment vis-tu ? »
Et lui cognai la tête.
Il me répondit aussitôt :
« Je cours à rendre l'âme,
Et lorsque je trouve un ruisseau
Vivement, je l'enflamme ;
On fait de l'huile pour cheveux
De cette eau souveraine ;
Moi, je reçois un sou ou deux ;
C'est bien peu pour ma peine. »
(Mais) je pensais à un moyen
De me nourrir de beurre,
Et ne manger rien d'autre, afin
D'engraisser d'heure en heure.
Je le secouai sans façon,
Et dis, plein d'impatience :
« Allons, comment vis-tu ?
quels sont tes moyens d'existence ? »
« Je cherche des yeux de brochets
Sur l'herbe radieuse,
J’en fais des boutons de gilets
Dans la nuit silencieuse.
Je ne demande ni diamants
Ni une bourse pleine ;
Mais, pour un sou, à tout venant,
J'en donne une douzaine.
Aux crabes, je tends des gluaux,
J’en fais un grand massacre ;
Où je vais par monts et par vaux.
Chercher des roues de fiacre.
Voilà comment, en vérité,
J'amasse des richesses...
Je boirais bien à la santé
De Votre Noble Altesse. »
Et maintenant, lorsque, parfois,
Je déchire mes poches,
Ou quand j'insère mon pied droit
Dans ma chaussure gauche,
Ou quand j'écrase un de mes doigts
Sous une lourde roche,
Je sanglote, en me rappelant
Ce vieillard au verbe si lent,
Aux cheveux si longs et si blancs,
Au visage sombre et troublant,
Aux yeux remplis d'un feu ardent,
Que déchiraient tant de tourments,
Qui se balançait doucement,
En marmottant et marmonnant
Comme s'il eût mâché des glands,
Et renâclait comme un élan
Ce soir d'été, il y a longtemps,
Assis sur la barrière
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6. |
Dinner
03:37
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Dinner
‘To the Looking-Glass world it was Alice that said,
“I’ve a sceptre in hand, I’ve a crown on my head;
Let the Looking-Glass creatures, whatever they be,
Come and dine with the Red Queen, the White Queen, and me.”’
(And hundreds of voices joined in the chorus )
‘Then fill up the glasses as quick as you can,
And sprinkle the table with buttons and bran:
Put cats in the coffee, and mice in the tea—
And welcome Queen Alice with thirty-times-three!’
Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream --
Lingering in the golden gleam --
Life what is it but a dream?
O Looking-Glass creatures,” quothe Alice, “draw near!
’Tis and honour to see me, a favour to hear:
’Tis a privilege high to have dinner and tea
Along with the Red Queen, the White Queen, and me!”’
‘Then fill up the glasses with treacle and ink,
Or anything else that is pleasant to drink:
Mix sand with the cider, and wool with the wine—
And welcome Queen Alice with ninety-times-nine!’
Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream --
Lingering in the golden gleam --
Life what is it but a dream?
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Clément Althaus France
Multitask artist from Nice (France), he studies drama, classical singing, guitar and piano and integrates since 2007 a professinoal network where he multiplies experiences of work as autor, singer, performer, comedian and scene director for famous institutions. ... more
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