00347.0000 DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME

Music: Fabian Andre and Wilbur Schwandt
Words: Gus Kahn

Link to Lyrics and Chords
Link to Mamas and Papas’ performance

Stars shining bright above you,
Night breezes seem to whisper, “I love you”.
Birds singing in the sycamore tree,
Dream a little dream of me.

Say nighty night and kiss me,
Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me.
While I’m alone and blue as can be,
Dream a little dream of me.

Stars fading, but I linger on, dear,
Still craving your kiss.
I’m longing to linger till dawn, dear,
Just saying this:

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you;
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you.
But in your dreams, whatever they be,
Dream a little dream of me.

Have You Seen Grey’s Anatomy: Season 5 Episode 1 – Dream a Little Dream of Me?

Episode Synopsis:

Meredith and Derek find that “happily ever after” isn’t as easy as they hoped, Cristina finds interest in a military doctor, and the Chief is surprised to hear that Seattle Grace is no longer ranked as a top-tier teaching hospital.

So what do you think of this episode?

If you missed it, you can watch it here.

No, I don’t really think it’s indigestion, but there is this feeling- this huge, happy, filling, kind of feeling and I just want to burst at the seams and yell out I LOVE YOU!

The title is borne from the fact that I don’t quite know how to define that feeling—I don’t really quite know how to put it in a neat little box and call it THIS or THAT. I don’t want to jump into something and I really don’t want to have it slip from my heart to my mouth during one half-sleep moment before I’m ready to deal with the consequences, be them good or bad. I feel myself on the precipice of whispering out a tiny declaration of love. I’m scared shitless of what this could mean and I have never been afraid of emotion, especially this one. I love to love.

I have only been with him for a little over a month, but I can’t help but wonder if this is the kind of feeling that can fill up forever and a day. Yes, certainly the length of time has much to do with my holding back. Or maybe I feel like he couldn’t take all of me at once. After all, I am much too much. I love hard and I don’t do anything half way. When I’m love, I’m all love and when I’m fire, I’m all fire. He’s the same way (from what I can tell).

Leo on Leo and the only way it will work is if we both really want it. It could be an epic love to shake the world or a proverbial black hole of passionate disappointment in love.

I’m trying so hard just to live day by day, but like I said, I wonder if this is the kind of feeling that can fill up forever. I love being with him and he’s always on my mind- he just makes me “wanna close my eyes.” **Yes, a nod to Dierks Bentley**

I don’t know. I just feel like a StarBurst—No! A HeartBurst.

I’m afraid of his reaction.

            I’m not afraid to want him, I want forever and a day; but I’m afraid to need him because he can just walk away and I don’t know if we’re meant to be or if the world catapults or stands still but I hope at the end of everyday his heartbeat is the one that I feel.

I want to tell him and I want to deny it. I’m falling hard.

Stars shining bright above you;
Night breezes seem to whisper I love you?
Birds singing in the sycamore tree.
Dream a little dream of me.

Say nighty-night and kiss me;
Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me.
While I’m alone, blue as can be,
Dream a little dream of me.

Stars fading but I linger on, dear—
Still craving your kiss.
I’m longing to linger till dawn, dear,
Just saying this…

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you—
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you.
But in your dreams, whatever they be,
Dream a little dream of me.

Stars fading but I linger on, dear—
Still craving your kiss.
I’m longing to linger till dawn, dear,
Just saying this…

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you—
Sweet dreams that leave all worries far behind you.
But in your dreams, whatever they be,
Dream a little dream of me.

Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper “I love you”
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me
Say “Night-ie night” and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me
While I’m alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me
Stars fading but I linger on, dear
Still craving your kiss
I’m longing to linger till dawn, dear
Just saying this
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me

french for happy-go-lucky – must buy immediately for carefree, summer-loving days in the city

I watched “The Devil Wears Prada” last night and among the many good songs in the movie, this song came on… not “The Mamas & The Papas” version, but the “Les Yeux Ouverts (Dream a Little Dream)” by “The Beautiful South”. I’d swear the song is following me because I had just listened to “The Mamas & The Papas” version specifically the day before. (It is the best one I think!)

The song is actually quite old, written by “Fabian Andre and Wilbur Schwandt” and performed by “Wayne King and his Orchestra with vocal by Ernie Birchill” in 1931.

Here is the “Les Yeux Ouverts (Dream a Little Dream)” version from 2001 by “The Beautiful South”, which also happened to be in the movie “French Kiss” in addition to “The Devil Wears Prada”.

A beautiful song in any language, n’est ce pas?

Song Recommendations

If you like this song, I also suggest:

• Joni Mitchell
• Simon & Garfunkel
• Emiliana Torrini

I also suggest the music genre:

• Pop Folk

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The MP3 may be purchased here:

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Zooey canta!

Não achei ruim, não! E vocês?

Po prostu kocham to!

Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper “I love you”
Birds singin’ in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me

Say nighty-night and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me
While I’m alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me

Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I’m longing to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me

—— piano ——

Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I’m longing to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries far behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me

Czy proszę o zbyt wiele?

La serie di-versiones suele comenzar con un tema original. Hoy no va a ser así. Supongo que hay muchas canciones que creemos originales y nunca llegamos a enterarnos de que no es así. Cuando he empezado a documentarme para preparar esta entrada del blog, me he enterado de que la versión de The Mamas and the Papas, con el solo de Cass Elliot, del tema “Dream a little deam of me” no es la original. Me encanta este grupo californiano sesentero y se lo debo a mi padre que nos ponía sus cintas cuando íbamos de viaje en nuestro Seat 131 rojo hace más de veinte años. Creo que por eso, para mí siempre será la original esta…

Por aquella época no había actuaciones en directo. Todo era playback. El audio que contiene el siguiente video es similar al anterior. Es para aquellos que no puedan reproducir ese javascript.

(si no lo ves, está aquí: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EoJRf5mAttQ)

En fin. La anterior es más conocida que la original, que fue grabada por primera vez por Wayne King y su Orquesta, con Ernie Birchill en las voces. Encantado de conoceros a todos. Jeje. Así sonaba en los años 30. Entonces era mayoritariamente instrumental. 

La alternativa en youtube.

(si no lo ves, está aquí: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=keFkJ9HDHlQ)

Del tema en cuestión hay buenas versiones. Por ejemplo, una a cargo de Ella Fitzgerald y Louis Armstrong (escúchala en youtube).
La cuestión es que, aunque en orden inverso al habitual, ya tenéis la dosis di-versional. Pero claro, yo tenía preparada la que consideraba una gran versión del tema de The Mamas and the Papas, así que hoy hago una excepción y os dejo una tercera. Es la interpretación del tema a cargo de la noruega Silje Nergaard. El trabajo del año 2000 que la incluía, Port of Call, llegó a mis manos gracias a mi buen amigo Ray. Es sensacional.

La alternativa.

(si no carga, está aquí: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=StucTgEPjz4)

Enlaces:
Información de Dream a little dream of me en wikipedia (inglés).
The Mamas and the Papas: Wikipedia en español / en inglés.
Descarga el tema en mp3.
Silje Nergaard: Web oficial / Myspace / Wikipedia.
Descarga la versión de Silje en mp3.

Otras di-versiones musicales en el blog:
- One (Johnny Cash, U2).
- La chica de ayer (Nacha Pop, Gigolo Aunts).
- Knockin’ on heaven’s door (Bob Dylan, Guns N’ Roses).

[Letra]

Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper “i love you”
Birds singing in the sycamore trees
Dream a little dream of me

Say nighty-night and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me
While I’m alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me

Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I’m longing to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me

(instrumental)

Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I’m longing to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me

Yes, dream a little dream of me

Today I’m hooked on a few songs, all with the same, obvious link of all being songs about dreaming (specifically about people). I have had some pretty weird dreams of people lately.

For example, last night I dreamt that two of my co-workers (who have been at my job longer than I have) both got laid off. I was surprised because I’m the “rookie” here at my job. They lost their jobs in my dream because they had nothing to work on, because my boss has been giving all the work to me to do. The dream was weird, especially because most every day I am afraid that because of this recession, I will be the first one to go. So it was switched around.

Back in college, I had a number of dreams about NHL star, Alex Ovechkin. They were all pretty amazing dreams where usually we were hanging out as best friends or flirting with each other. Pretty good times. Too bad they were only just dreams.

Anyways, here are the songs I have been listening to ….

Bewitched
Laura Fygi
(Audio CD)   

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1. Dream A Little Dream
2. It’s Crazy
3. Good Morning Heartache
4. Let There Be Love
5. I Only Have Eyes For You
6. Bewitched 7. The End Of A Love Affair
7. The End Of A Love Affair
8. I Love You For Sentimental Reasons
9. Just One Of Those Things
10. Girl Talk
11. I Wish You Love
12. Willow Weep For Me

Laura Fygi (gesprochen Fieschie) (* 27. August 1955 in Amsterdam) ist eine niederländische Jazz- und Popsängerin.

Als Tochter eines niederländischen Vaters, der Manager bei Philips war, und einer ägyptischen Mutter (einer Bauchtänzerin, wie ihre Plattenfirma verbreiten lässt) verbrachte sie ihre ersten acht Jahre in Südamerika, in Montevideo in Uruguay, woher die Familie Ende der 1960er Jahre nach dem Tod ihres Vaters wieder nach Holland zurückkehrte. Neben Spanisch spricht sie auch – als zweite Muttersprache – Französisch, da sie damit mit ihrer Mutter sprach und auch als Kind eine französischen Gouvernante hatte. Schon auf der Schule lernte sie Klavier und spielte in Theateraufführungen. Nach dem Abschluss tourte sie mit einer Limbo-Band durch die Niederlande, wo sie die Aufmerksamkeit der Produzenten Debois und von Asten errang, die sie zunächst in einer multikulturellen Band Terra besetzen wollten. 1984-1991 wurde sie dann Mitglied der in den Niederlanden und auch in Europa und Japan populären Girl-Band Centerfold. Ein Foto von Bandmitglied Fygi auf dem niederländischen Playboy-Cover verschaffte ihr zusätzlich Aufmerksamkeit über die Reihe der Hits der Band 1987-1991 hinaus. Nach der Auflösung 1991 (eines der drei Bandmitglieder starb) wollte sie sich, inzwischen verheiratet, eigentlich zurückziehen, gründete dann aber mit der verbliebenen Centerfold-Kollegin die kurzlebige Band The Backlot, die aber nur ein Album bei Mercury herausbrachten, denn Fygi war schon von Mercury Records eine Solokarriere vorgeschlagen worden, nachdem sie ihren Manager von ihrer Jazz-Leidenschaft überzeugt hatte. Ihr erstes überwiegend dem Jazz zuzurechnende Album war Introducing Laura Fygi. Sie wurde darauf begleitet von Toots Thielemans und Philip Catherine und produziert vom Bassisten Ruud Jacobs. Es gewann 1991 in den Niederlanden den Edison Preis. Inzwischen hat sie weitere Alben herausgebracht und sich einen Ruf als hervorragende Jazz-Interpretin erworben. Entsprechend ihrem kosmopolitischen Hintergrund lässt sie dabei gerne lateinamerikanische Einflüsse spüren. Sie wechselt auf ihren Platten aber auch mühelos ins Popgenre (sie hatte einen Hit mit der Interpretation von Dream a little dream). Fygi tourt viel in Jazzclubs in den Niederlanden und trat z. B. beim North Sea Jazz Festival auf. Da sie im Fernen Osten sehr beliebt ist, tourt sie auch regelmäßig zweimal im Jahr dorthin.

Als sängerische Vorbilder gibt sie Julie London, Ella Fitzgerald, Peggy Lee, Barbara Streisand, Gilbert Bécaud, Charles Aznavour und Al Jarreau an.

Sie ist verheiratet und wohnt mit drei Kindern nahe Hilversum.

Diskographie

• Introducing 1991
• Bewitched 1992 (mit Philip Catherine, Toots Thielemans, Johnny Griffin, Clark Terry)
• The Lady Wants To Know 1994
• Turn Out The Lamplight 1995
• Watch What Happens when Laura Fygi meets Michel Legrand 1997 (vom North Sea Jazz Festival)
• Live 1998 (vom Royal Theatre Carré in Amsterdam)
• The Latin Touch 2000 (sie singt spanisch)
• Change 2001
• Live at Ronnie Scott’s 2003 (aus Ronnie Scott´s in London 2002)
• The Very Best Time Of Year 2004 (Weihnachtsalbum)
• Rendez-vous 2007 (französisches Repertoire, vom Hot Club de France inspiriert, u.a. Django Reinhardts Nuages)

Homepage von Laura Fygi

The Greatest Love Song – Ever!

No heh heh

Viikolla tämä tuntui hyvältä idealta, mutta osoittautui vaikeammaksi tehtäväksi kuin osasin kuvitella. Eipä siis auta kuin mennä juurille

Tässä vuonna 1931 ensi esityksensä saaneessa kipaleessa on ’sitä jotain’, jolla se pyyhkäisee muut tieltään tässä arvioinnissa. Alkuperäissävellyksen takana ovat Fabian Andre ja Wilbur Schwandt, sanoitus on Gus Kahnin kynästä. Keinuva sävel, unelmoiva sanoitus sekä iki-ihanat Ella Fitzgrald ja Luis Armstrong esittäjinä, niin muuta ei enää tarvita

Tämän ‘Dream a Little Dream of Me’ teki tunnetuksi Doris Day omalla versiollaan vuonna 1957 ja hittilistoille tämä nousi The Mama’s and the Papa’s -bändin ja Mama Cass Elliotin toimesta vuonna 1968. Ensimmäisen kerran listoille tämä kuitenkin nousi jo 1950 Frankie Lainen nopeatempoisemmalla versiolla.

Pitkästä aikaa bonuksena sunnuntaiklassikko kuvitettuna:

- Dream a Little Dream of Me under the Syacamore three -

So the thing is that I have dreams. I say I don’t, a lot, but it’s mostly because… I don’t know, when you’re always lucid and hardly ever actually IN the dream, and when they’re always JUST before you wake up, and even when you’re awake and thinking about getting up, they continue… it doesn’t seem like a proper dream. And I usually forget most of them pretty quickly. They tend to be epically cinematic, my dreams. Camera angles and narration and plot and characters. No random elephants floating through or anything. There might be things that seem a little odd after the fact (while I remember them, anyway), but they had their place in the story.

So a little while ago, I was having one of those dreams. The funny thing was that I KNOW I’ve had this dream before, even if I didn’t remember it. It wasn’t quite the same, but it had the same basic characters and premise. It ALMOST seemed like a sequel to the first dream, which I must’ve had YEARS ago, except that it opened exactly the same. I made a point to get up and come write out what I remembered right away, and I actually managed to capture the plot.

So, here was my dream.

Three teenagers – a small geeky boy, a larger, quite intelligent hacker boy, and a tomboyish girl who loves video games – use some cool technology to break into the house of this older woman who somehow has a beta copy of some game they want, even though she can hardly work a computer. There are discs everywhere, so the big kid starts to try to think of what the old lady would do when she came in (as she just got it this morning), which includes a moment of getting up and leaving thinking “where are my glasses?” because the kids saw her glasses on a trinket shelf in the hall on their way back to the office. While they’re searching, the cops show up, because apparently there was a silent alarm system. The cops are trying to break down the door, and the girl is trying to get the boys to leave, and they’re both not coming. She ends up jumping out a window into a slimy run-off pond behind the house, to hide. (For some reason, this time, the girl had a teddy bear with her when she jumped in. Don’t ask me.)

In the end, it turns out that both the boys got out fine, without having to jump into a slimy, gooey pond, and they laugh at her a bit when she shows up to their clubhouse so much later than them (because she had to wait for the cops to leave before she could sneak out). The big hacker kid managed to find the game, much to everyone’s delight, and they play it happily.

Now we get the overhead shot of their town, which is smallish and wooded and on the beach. Probably mid-to-Northern California. The girl, during the summer, works with her single dad at his little beach shop/hand car wash. She mostly does the car washes. Both of the boys help out regularly, and are mostly paid in free snacks, though they get some money, too. It’s a couple weeks later, and there’s some issue with the water lines on the property, which means that the car wash is down. Some rich tourist type comes through and DEMANDS a car wash. The girl’s dad says that literally, the only way he’s getting a car wash is if he pays extra for them to take it down to the self-serve car wash by the beach (which is working fine) and wash it there. The tourist guy, being all entitled and shit, says fine and that they’d better do that, then, hadn’t they? And pays in cash about twice what the dad would’ve charged him anyway.

So he pays and the girl (despite being only 15 – it was, like, two blocks – drives the car over to the self-serve. The boys come over, having seen her as they biked to the shop, and they chat a bit. Apparently, because hacker boy is a genius, he’s found a way to copy and burn the game from his computer. They have a list of names and emails of people they’re going to ship to, they just have to figure out how to charge, because what’s the fun in doing this if you haven’t made money?

While they’re talking, the girl’s dad shows up, having apparently run all the way there. The kids hide the list when he shows up. He asks them if they got their hands on the game and were planning to sell copies. They look a bit shocked. Turns out rich tourist guy was some sort of “security agent” employed by the game company, and (because this totally makes sense) he was going to find the people who took the game and lock them up for a very long time, as well as anyone who was planning on buying. The kids, understandably, freak out and say it wasn’t that big a deal, they were gonna charge, like, $5 mostly to cover the discs and the envelopes and the postage and stuff. The dad looks at the list and groans, because they WROTE IT OUT and then whips out a piece of paper and a pen and copies it down… incorrectly. Incorrect names AND email addresses, so that these guys won’t find anyone. He asks if they have a copy of the game, and the big kid pulls out the original. Dad takes it, and stuffs both into his pockets, telling the kids to hide the original, and not to leave until the guy’d got his car back, otherwise he’d be suspicious. And then he reminds them that they have to take the car back and pretend that they hadn’t seen him.

And then he takes off. The kids, very confused, finish washing the car, and the girl dries off and drives it back, playing perfectly innocent about her father being missing. The guy smirks, like he knows what that means, and goes off to call someone. The girl closes the shop and the boys show up, having biked. They have a little conference in the back room, trying to figure out what the hell’s going ON, before someone goes out front to get cold drinks and sees four guys in suits identical to the first guy coming towards the shop. They freak and slip out the back, and end up running down to the beach and, after a moment to make sure the big kid had written the list in his waterproof pen (as he had kept no record of the emails on his computer), swim as far out in the ocean as they dare, so they can almost hardly see land. It’s the middle of the day, so it’s not like they’re gonna get lost. This way, none of the suits will see them. The current washes them parallel to the beach (and a little bit towards it) and they wait until they’re pretty sure they can see the woods where the stream that leads to their clubhouse is (it’s so very hidden in the middle of the woods, though it’s really this little two-story wooden house with two rooms (one up, one down) and an outhouse, that amazingly has power, though it’s sort of iffy sometimes). They swim in, and stumble up the stream to their clubhouse, where they sort of flop and pass out from exhaustion.

When the girl wakes up, both of the boys are awake and listening to the radio – there’s something about her dad being captured, and them being accomplices, and they sort of just listen wide-eyed before the girl asks quietly, “What are we going to do?”

End episode, end dream.

I am so weird.

once more i had strange dreams hunting my sleep – as always, príncipe azul has been frightfully absent – but príncipe flagrante, who has proven himself to be a desperate fool in life, has been very decent dream material once again – seriously, who wouldn’t like to dream of cuddling classes with any príncipe at all, no matter, how stupid they be at any time in real life?

yes, cuddling class it was – something i highly recommend to be taught at school and uni and about everywhere else – cuddling is about the nicest thing in the world, as kittens already know and we should learn thoroughly throughout all our lives – and somehow cuddling with flagrante in my dreams was much better than any cuddle could be in real life – that might be sad, but it was very nice while i was dreaming about it, so i really don’t care all that much, if that makes me a pathetic girlie-girl

Mal wieder ein hübsches Mädchen, dass
sich selbst beim Musizieren filmt und die Videos auf Youtube hochstellt.
Sie hat aber Witz und spielt eine Ukulele

Danielles Youtube-Channel

a two-hour walk in the snow and a cup of hot spiced and honeyed milk and i wake up nine uninterrupted and wonderful hours of sleep later, oblivious of any dreams that might have coursed the labyrinth of my brain – i so wanted to dream of something nice for a change to all that crazy stuff, but i have to admit this was very nice indeed, very relaxing and wonderful and i feel so good and awake now – i shall do this more often!

For just a moment, I’m gonna sit here and make big plans for the next year or two.

I’m gonna get a job working tech support, and love it, and be good at it, and make a good amount of money. I’ll make enough money that Aubrey can work part time and we can put money into savings and still live pretty well. I’m gonna get a new couch and a new bed and a new TV for Christmas next year so we can have things that aren’t hand-me-downs, however grateful we are to have them now.

Aubrey’s gonna be able to get just a part time job, which is something I really want for her. Finding the energy and drive to write is hard enough on a daily basis, forget trying to do it when you’re worn out and stressed and frazzled. I want her to be able to write more short stories to submit to anthologies and magazines. I want her to be able to do good solid work on her novels-in-progress so we can start editing them.

I will plot and script a little mini-series that I can film on a camcorder and edit together in iMovie, for publication on youTube, and promote the hell out of it, so as many people as possible see it. Not because I think it will be hugely popular (though that would be nice), but because I want to be able to say “I did this, on my own, on my days off”.

I will finish my epic Doctor Who story, and finish the Doctor Who Fantasy Series Five with Aubrey and whoever else we conscript to work with us, and I will finish a first draft of my tarot novel. I will write and write and write and then edit and edit and edit until I get something, anything, that is good enough to be published.

I will audition for a play, any play I can find, every play I can find, until I get cast. And then I will do it again and again. And if I can’t get cast, I will work backstage. I will get experience and just do things, things I love, over and over again.

I will get a kitten. A little black-and-white tuxedo kitten and name her Miss Kitty Fantastico, or a little grey kitten and name him Camille. But I will get a kitten.

I will get my next two tattoos, and maybe plan one or two more.

I will find a name that fits me, really fits me. I will find my birth mother and tell her how much I’ve wanted to meet her for so long, but was too scared to.

I will LIVE, for every minute, for ever second. I will do things that I dream of doing but never think I will. I will be me, as big and as loud as I can.

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La vie en rose Quand il me prend dans ses bras, Il me parle tout bas Je vois la vie en rose, Il me dit des mots d’amour Des mots de tous les jours, Et ça m’fait quelque chose Il