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Monday Melee with Lyrics

I really do spend an awful lot of time listening to things with horn parts that can't be typed, but I also listen to show tunes now and then. So, here's the lyrical melee featuring songs from Oklahoma.

1. The Misanthtropic: Name something (about humanity) you absolutely hate.
An inability to get along:

The farmer and the cowman should be friends,
Oh, the farmer and the cowman should be friends.
One man likes to push a plough, the other likes to chase a cow,
But that's no reason why they cain't be friends.

2. The Meretricious: Expose something or someone that’s phony, fraudulent or bogus.
Curly, when he imagines the death of Jud:

Pore Jud is daid,
Pore Jud Fry is daid,
All gather 'round his cawfin now and cry
He had a heart of gold
And he wasn't very old
Oh why did such a feller have to die?

Pore Jud is daid
Pore Jud Fry is daid,
He's lookin' oh so peaceful and serene


3. The Malcontent: Name something you’re unhappy with.
That good things don't always last. Every time I see the scene in the movie, I think of the dust bowl to come, and how these optimistic people have no idea what is ahead:

Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain
And the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes right behind the rain.
Oklahoma,
Ev'ry night my honey lamb and I
Sit alone and talk and watch a hawk
Makin' lazy circles in the sky.
We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand!
And when we say
Yeeow! Ayipioeeay!
We're only sayin'
You're doin' fine,
Oklahoma!
Oklahoma O.K.

4. The Meritorious: Give someone credit for something and name it if you can.
Annie for being true to herself:

I'm jist a girl who cain't say no,
Cain't seem to say it at all
I hate to disserpoint a beau
When he is payin' a call!
Fer a while I ack refined and cool,
A settin on the velveteen setee
Nen I think of thet ol' golden rule,
And do fer him what he would do fer me!


5. The Mirror: See something good about yourself and name it.
I can generally find something to be happy about:

All the sounds of the earth are like music
All the sounds of the earth are like music
The breeze is so busy it don't miss a tree,
And a ol' weepin' willer is laughin' at me!

Oh, what a beautiful mornin',
Oh, what a beautiful day.
I got a beautiful feelin'
Ev'rything's goin' my way.
Oh, what a beautiful day!

6. The Make-Believe: Name something you wish for.
I don't wish to feel better than a smart aleck cowboy, and I don't wish for my girl's arms to keep me warm, but I like the sentiment here:

But when there's a moon in my winder
And it slants down a beam'crost my bed
Then the shadder of a tree
starts a-dancin on the wall
And a dream starts a-dancin in my head
And all the things I wish fer
Turn out like I want them to be
And I'm better'n that smart aleck cowboy
Who thinks he is better'n me!
And the girl that I want
Ain't afraid of my arms,
And her own soft arms keep me warm
And her long,yeller hair, falls a-crost
my face,Jist like the rain in a storm!

Comments

dive said…
Wowee!
You absolute smartyboots, you!
You've gone and trumped us all by doing the entire thing based on one musical.
Brilliant, Robyn, absolutely brilliant.
Gina said…
Very nice!

And glad you did good at the wedding. But was there ever any question?
Vic said…
Brilliant stuff, Robyn!
Anonymous said…
Some things just traverse continents ... I think I grew up on this music - my grandmother loved playing us music and who doesn't still sing "oh what a beautiful morning" on a brilliant sunlit day? Next time I think you will have to use the lyrics from "Cats" just for me, pleeeeaaaase?
Sassy Sundry said…
Wow. Now I have Oklahoma going through my head. I'm not sure if I'm happy about that---but very clever.

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