Gustav Mahler - Symphony No. 2 in C minor “Resurrection”/II. Andante moderato
New York Philharmonic/Leonard Bernstein
Reblogged from fuckyeahclassical: symphonyno2ineminor: accidentalcharm
Busy old fool, unruly Sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains, call on us?
Must to thy motions lovers’ seasons run?
Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
Late school-boys and sour prentices,
Go tell court-huntsmen that the Judge will ride,
Call country ants to harvest offices;
Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
They beams so reverend, and strong
Why should’st thou think?
I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,
But that I would not lose his sight so long.
If his eyes have not blinded yours,
Look, and to-morrow late tell me,
Whether both th’Indias of spice and mine
Be where thou left’st them, or lie here with us.
Ask for those kings whom thou saw’st yesterday,
And thou shalt hear, “ALL HERE IN ONE BED LAY.”
He’s all states, and all princes I;
NOTHING ELSE IS;
Princes do but play us; compared to this,
All honour’s mimic, all wealth alchemy.
Thou, Sun, are half as happy as we,
In that the world’s contracted thus;
His age asks ease, and since thy duties be
To warm the world, that’s done in warming us.
Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere;
THIS BED THY CENTRE IS, these walls thy sphere.
John Donne adapted by a son for his father, in a hospital bed, in intensive care.
RIGHT SAID FRED - Lego animation
“Right,” said Fred, “Both of us together
One on each end and steady as we go.”
Tried to shift it, couldn’t even lift it
We was getting nowhere
And so we had a cuppa tea and
“Right,” said Fred, “Give a shout for Charlie.”
Up comes Charlie from the floor below.
After strainin’, heavin’ and complainin’
We was getting nowhere
And so we had a cuppa tea.
And Charlie had a think, and he thought we ought to take off all the handles
And the things wot held the candles.
But it did no good, well I never thought it would
“All right,” said Fred, “Have to take the feet off
To get them feet off wouldn’t take a mo.”
Took its feet off, even took the seat off
Should have got us somewhere but no!
So Fred said, “Let’s have a cuppa tea.”
And we said, “right-o.”
“Right,” said Fred, “Have to take the door off
Need more space to shift the so-and-so.”
Had bad twinges taking off the hinges
And it got us nowhere
And so we had a cuppa tea and
“Right,” said Fred, ” Have to take the wall down,
That there wall is gonna have to go.”
Took the wall down, even with it all down
We was getting nowhere
And so we had a cuppa tea.
And Charlie had a think, and he said, “Look, Fred,
I get a sort of feelin’
If we remove the ceilin’
With a rope or two we could drop the blighter through.”
“All right,” said Fred, climbing up a ladder
With his crowbar gave a mighty blow.
Was he in trouble, half a ton of rubble landed on the top of his dome.
So Charlie and me had another cuppa tea
And then we went home.
(I said to Charlie, “We’ll just have to leave it
Standing on the landing, that’s all
Trouble with Fred is, he’s too hasty
Never get nowhere if you’re too hasty.”)
(c)1962, by Myles Rudge (lyrics) & Ted Dicks (music)
Sung by Bernard Cribbins
“A thousand glistening umbrellas were tilted over a thousand bowler hats in Piccadilly; the Jermyn Street shops, distorted by streaming water, had become a submarine arcade; and the clubmen of Pall Mall, with china tea and anchovy toast in mind, were scuttling for sanctuary up the steps of their clubs.”
- the late Patrick Leigh Fermor, re-blogged from the Travellers Club newsletter, December 2011.
Photo © urban75 2003
A good looking GPO (General Post Office) British telephone made of Bakelite in 1946 in the 200 series of telephones which were manufactured between 1929-1959.
Photo from Antique Telephones
ADAM LAY YBOUNDEN a Christmas carol set by Peter Warlock
sung by MSBG at SPGS December 2011
This is where I was born. The building is on Hyde Park Corner, in London.
It was originally Lanesborough House; built in 1719 for James Lane, Viscount Lanesborough. By 1733 it had become a hospital, named after the patron saint of England, St George. In 1827 the old building was demolished and replaced by the present building, completed in 1834.
In 1980, it closed as a hospital, and re-opened (in the old building, however) in 1991 as the Lanesborough Hotel, which it still is.
The room in which I was born looked across Knightsbridge towards Hyde Park and the Rose Garden.
A suite at the Lanesborough Hotel now costs up to £14,000 a night (US$22,000). The restaurant is very good and it is also a good place to sit in with a coffee or a tea after a walk across the Park.
