Music – Old and New


I first heard about this song from my sister (who has a 10 year-old girl) a few months ago. This has apparently gone big among the younger set. It’s also set on fire remakes and parodies. I’m always fascinated by stuff that goes viral (think, Gangnam Style). So, last night, I hustled around YouTube looking at those. Here are my top five favourites.

But first, credit to the original.

Now the covers.
First, probably my fave:

Love the lady’s ring, by the way.

Country Version:

For class:

For Humour:

Finally, coz it’s that time of the year:

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Get ready to shake your heads and bop.

South Asian a cappella group, Penn Masala, takes us through an evolution of Bollywood music of hits from 1940 to 2013.

In their own words, they put this together to “celebrate the impact that Bollywood has had on our lives, and to pay tribute to some of the timeless classics that we, our parents, and grandparents love.”

Nicely done, boys.

Created by Youtuber, Gigawipf.

It’s amazing. With a bit of imagination, you can find cool anywhere. Floppy Disk Drives find a new career aided by a Hard Disk Drive. This is cool.

Love lyrics with stories. This from my youth. Still love it.

“She gently put her finger on his lips to let him know she understood.” 

This one by Phil Oakey:

When he saw her getting off the bus
It seemed to wipe away the years
Her face was older, just a little rough
But her eyes were still so clear

He drank his coffee and he hurried out
Across before she walked away

Then he approached her like a little child
Too scared for what he had to say

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“Hello, Louise,
Remember me?
Now should we part
Or stay awhile?
As if we were still lovers”

She took a moment just to recognise
The man she’d known so well before
And as he started to apologise
Lose any bitterness she bore

She gently put her finger on his lips
To let him know she understood
And with her suit case standing on the floor
Embraced him like a lover would
He told Louise

“You look so good
It’s just you see
You make me feel
As if we were still lovers”

[Spoken:]
It’s not always true that time heals all wounds.
There are wounds that you don’t wanna heal,
The memories of something really good,
Something truly real, that you never found again.

And though they talked for just a little time
Before she said she had to go
He saw the meeting as a tiny sign
That told him all he had to know

And so Louise
Waved from the bus
And as she left
She gave that smile
As if they were still lovers

Lyrics by Philip Oakey

Nothing but “wow” is needed. I’m impressed. I’m inspired. She’s 54.

Simply wonderful.

Wow.

It’s an amazing song too. I love it. Lyrics here:

The room grew still
As she made her way to Jesus
She stumbles through the tears that made her blind
She felt such pain
Some spoke in anger
Heard folks whisper
There’s no place here for her kind
Still on she came
Through the shame that flushed her face
Until at last, she knelt before his feet
And though she spoke no words
Everything she said was heard
As she poured her love for the Master
From her box of alabaster

Refrain

And I’ve come to pour
My praise on Him
Like oil from Mary’s alabaster box
Don’t be angry if I wash his feet with my tears
And I dry them with my hair
You weren’t there the night He found me
You did not feel what I felt
When he wrapped his love all around me and
You don’t know the cost of the oil
In my alabaster box

I can’t forget the way life used to be
I was a prisoner to the sin that had me bound
And I spent my days
Poured my life without measure
Into a little treasure box
I’d thought I’d found
Until the day when Jesus came to me
And healed my soul
With the wonder of His touch
So now I’m giving back to Him
All the praise He’s worthy of
I’ve been forgiven
And that’s why
I love Him so much

Refrain

And I’ve come to pour
My praise on Him
Like oil from Mary’s alabaster box
Don’t be angry if I wash his feet with my tears
And dry them with my hair (my hair)
You weren’t there the night Jesus found me
You did not feel what I felt
When He wrapped his loving arms around me and
You don’t know the cost of the oil
Oh, you don’t know the cost of my praise
You don’t know the cost of the oil
In my alabaster box

A comment on Youtube by a certain Mark Talbot who apparently played with Mr. Zimmer:

I had the honor of playing in a band with Deano for 6 years and he blew my mind every day. After learning about his medical condition it seemed impossible to me that he could even play drums let alone shred on them. Dean is not only a great drummer, but a beautiful person and I consider myself incredibly lucky to have had him as a band mate and even luckier to have him as a friend. I love you man and as always…I’m proud of you!

 

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Dave Brubeck died Wednesday of heart failure at a hospital in Norwalk, Conn. He was a day shy of his 92nd birthday.

Take 5 minutes of silence for the legend.

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