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Old movies

1. Killdozer (1974)
2. Don't Be Afraid of the Dark (1973)
3. Adventures in Babysitting (1987)
4. The Girl Most Likely to... (1973)
   

Santianna

"Santianna", also known as "Santiana", "Santy Anna", "Santayana", "Santiano", "Santy Anno" and other variations, is a sea shanty relating to the Mexican General Antonio López de Santa Anna. Supposedly, the last whaler to return to New Bedford hauled in to this tune.

Santianna

O! Santianna fought for fame!

Away Santianna!

And Santianna gained a name

All on the plains of Mexico!

Mexico, Mexico,

Away Santianno!

Mexico is a place I know!

All on the plains of Mexico!

O! Santianna had a wooden leg

Heave away, Santianna!

He used it for a cribbage peg

All on the plains of Mexico!

Chorus:

Heave her up, and away we'll go

Heave away, Santianna!

Heave her up, and away we'll go

All on the plains of Mexico

O! Santianna fought for his gold

Heave away, Santianna!

The deeds he did have oft been told

All on the plains of Mexico

Chorus

O! Santianna gain'd the day,

Heave away, Santianna!

He gain'd the day at Molly-Del-Rey*.

All on the plains of Mexico

Chorus

He won the day at Molly-Del-Rey,

Heave away, Santianna!

And General Taylor he ran away.

All on the plains of Mexico

Chorus

O! Santianna fought for his life,

Heave away, Santianna!

He gained his way in the terrible strife.

All on the plains of Mexico

Chorus

O! Santianna's men were brave,

Heave away, Santianna!

Many found a hero's grave.

All on the plains of Mexico!

Chorus

O! Santianna's day is o'er,

Heave away, Santianna!

Santianna will fight no more.

All on the plains of Mexico!

Chorus

O! Santianna's day is gorn,

Heave away, Santianna!

We left him buried off Cape Horn.

All on the plains of Mexico!

Chorus

We dug his grave with a golden spade,

Heave away, Santianna!

And marked the spot where he was laid.

All on the plains of Mexico

* Either the Battle of Monterrey or the Battle of Molino del Rey

The Little Red Hen

Once there was a Little Red Hen who lived in a barnyard with her three chicks and a duck, a pig and a cat.

One day the Little Red Hen found some grains of wheat. "Look look!" she clucked. "Who will help me plant this wheat?"

"Not I", quaked the duck, and he waddled away.

"Not I", oinked the pig, and he trotted away.

"Not I, meowed the cat, and he padded away.

"Then I will plant it myself," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.

When the wheat was tall and golden, the Little Red Hen knew it was ready to be cut. "Who will help me cut the wheat?" she asked.

"Not I," said the duck.

"Not I," said the pig.

"Not I," said the cat

"Then I will cut this wheat myself". And she did.

"Now", said the Little Red Hen, "it is time to take the wheat to the miller so he can grind it into flour. Who will help me?"

"Not I," said the duck.

"Not I," said the pig.

"Not I," said the cat.

"Then I will take the wheat to the miller myself," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.

The miller ground the wheat into fine white flour and put it into a sack for the Little Red Hen.

When she returned to the barnyard, the Little Red Hen asked, "Who will help me make this flour into dough?"

Not I," said the duck, the pig and the cat all at once.

"Then I will make the dough myself," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.

When the dough was rready to go into the oven, the Little Red Hen asked, "Who will help me bake the bread?"

"Not I," said the duck.

"Not I," said the pig.

"Not I," said the cat.

"Then I wll bake it myself," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.

Soon the bread was ready. As she took it from the oven, the Little Red Hen asked, "Well who wil help me eat this warm, fresh bread?"

"I will," said the duck.

"I will," said the pig.

"I will," said the cat.

"No you won't," said the Little Red Hen. "You wouldn't help me plant the seeds, cut the wheat, go to the miller, make the dough or bake the bread. Now, my three chicks and I will eat this bread ourselves!"

And that's just what they did.

Libros antiguos

Old books

Diferente espacio, diferente tiempo
(Another Space, Another Time)
Herbert James Campbell


El gran fuego
(Le grand feu)
B.R. Bruss (pseudonym of René Bonnefoy)


La muerte está en el camino
José Luis Martín Vigíl.


Nicht der mörder, der ermordete ist schuldig
(Lit. No el asesino, el asesinado es culpable)
(El culpable no es el asesino, sino la víctima)
Franz Werfel (1919)

Life is Precious

Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.
Life is beauty, admire it.
Life is a bliss, taste it.
Life is a dream, realize it.
Life is a challenge, meet it.
Life is a duty, complete it.
Life is a game, play it.
Life is a promise, fulfill it.
Life is sorrow, overcome it.
Life is a song, sing it.
Life is a struggle, accept it.
Life is a tragedy, confront it.
Life is an adventure, dare it.
Life is too precious, do not destroy it.
Life is life, fight for it.
--- Mother Teresa (b. Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhiu)

Like a Rolling Stone

How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
--- Bob Dylan

http://www.bobdylan.com/songs/rolling.html

Cats In The Cradle

Harry Chapin

My child arrived just the other day
He came to the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch and bills to pay
He learned to walk while I was away
And he was talkin' 'fore I knew it, and as he grew
He'd say "I'm gonna be like you dad
You know I'm gonna be like you"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home dad?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
You know we'll have a good time then

My son turned ten just the other day
He said, "Thanks for the ball, Dad, come on let's play
Can you teach me to throw", I said "Not today
I got a lot to do", he said, "That's ok"
And he walked away but his smile never dimmed
And said, "I'm gonna be like him, yeah
You know I'm gonna be like him"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home son?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
You know we'll have a good time then

Well, he came home from college just the other day
So much like a man I just had to say
"Son, I'm proud of you, can you sit for a while?"
He shook his head and said with a smile
"What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys
See you later, can I have them please?"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home son?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
You know we'll have a good time then

I've long since retired, my son's moved away
I called him up just the other day
I said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind"
He said, "I'd love to, Dad, if I can find the time
You see my new job's a hassle and kids have the flu
But it's sure nice talking to you, Dad
It's been sure nice talking to you"

And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me
He'd grown up just like me
My boy was just like me

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home son?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
You know we'll have a good time then


Reference:
"The Son Also Draws"
Family Guy
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Son_Also_Draws

Le Poison

Charles Baudelaire

Le vin sait revêtir le plus sordide bouge
D’un luxe miraculeux,
Et fait surgir plus d’un portique fabuleux
Dans l’or de sa vapeur rouge,
Comme un soleil couchant dans un ciel nébuleux.

L’opium agrandit ce qui n’a pas de bornes,
Allonge l’illimité,
Approfondit le temps, creuse la volupté,
Et de plaisirs noirs et mornes
Remplit l’âme au delà de sa capacité.

Tout cela ne vaut pas le poison qui découle
De tes yeux, de tes yeux verts,
Lacs où mon âme tremble et se voit à l’envers…
Mes songes viennent en foule
Pour se désaltérer à ces gouffres amers.

Tout cela ne vaut pas le terrible prodige
De ta salive qui mord,
Qui plonge dans l’oubli mon âme sans remord,
Et, charriant le vertige,
La roule défaillante aux rives de la mort !

Reference:
Immortel (ad vitam)

English

Poison

Wine knows how to adorn the most sordid hovel
With marvelous luxury
And make more than one fabulous portal appear
In the gold of its red mist
Like a sun setting in a cloudy sky.

Opium magnifies that which is limitless,
Lengthens the unlimited,
Makes time deeper, hollows out voluptuousness,
And with dark, gloomy pleasures
Fills the soul beyond its capacity.

All that is not equal to the poison which flows
From your eyes, from your green eyes,
Lakes where my soul trembles and sees its evil side...
My dreams come in multitude
To slake their thirst in those bitter gulfs.

All that is not equal to the awful wonder
Of your biting saliva,
Charged with madness, that plunges my remorseless soul
Into oblivion
And rolls it in a swoon to the shores of death.

— Translated by William Aggeler

Philadelphia

Now, the behavior of Andrew Beckett's employers may seem reasonable to you. It does to me. After all, AIDS is a deadly, incurable disease. But no matter how you come to judge Charles Wheeler and his partners, in ethical, moral, and in human terms, the fact of the matter is, when they fired Andrew Beckett because he had AIDS, they broke the law.
--- Joe Miller, Philadelphia (1993)

Cosmopolitan

Nine Black Alps

You're not pretty enough
You're not skinny enough
You're not healthy enough
You're not shaking at our touch

You're not lonely enough
You're not holy enough
You're not saying too much
About what you think we want

So shock me
So shock me
So shock me

Well you spend the night
I'll take my life
We'll close our eyes
We'll be dead by sunrise

You're not dreaming too much
You're not sleeping enough
You're not burning enough
Of your body to be loved

So shock me
So shock me
So shock me

Well you spend the night
I'll take my life
We'll close our eyes
We'll be dead by sunrise

You spend the night
I'll take my life
We'll close our eyes
We're so uptight

You spend the night
I'll take my life
We'll kill our time
We'll be dead by sunrise

Cosmopolitan

(Vincent Delerm/Irène Jacob)

Des horoscopes et puis des tests
Supplément minceur les bons plans
C'est à peu près tout ce qu'il reste
De toi dans cet appartement

La question avez-vous déjà
fait souffrir votre partenaire
A obtenu la réponse A
Je n'arrive pas trop à m'y faire

Et le soir sous les abats jours
En faisant des miettes de Savane
Sur le canapé en velours
Je relis Cosmopolitan
Et le soir à la nuit tombée
En refroidissant mes tisanes
En tailleur sur le canapé
Je relis Cosmopolitan

Sophia 30 ans publicitaire
Estime que les hommes sous estiment
L'importance des préliminaires
Les femmes ne sont pas des machines

Scorpions malgré ses beaux discours
Eloignez-vous du prince charmant
C'est une période difficile pour
Les natifs du deuxième décan

Et le soir sous les abats jour
En faisant des miettes de Savane
Sur le canapé en velours
Je relis Cosmopolitan
Et le soir à la nuit tombée
En refroidissant mes tisanes
En tailleur sur le canapé
Je relis Cosmopolitan

Le père de famille idéal
Est Jean Reno Alain Chabat
Christophe Lambert Jean Hugues Anglade
Je n'aurais pas cru ca de toi

Est il selon vous nécessaire
D'entretenir de bons rapports
Avec un ancien partenaire
Je ne suis pas tout à fait d'accord

Et le soir sous les abats jours
En faisant des miettes de Savane
Sur le canapé en velours
Je relis Cosmopolitan
Et le soir à la nuit tombée
En refroidissant mes tisanes
En tailleur sur le canapé
Je relis Cosmopolitan

Sous les abats jours

Reference:
Jean Reno
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000606/bio

Who farted

Phillip: Excuse me, sir. Do you know Who farted?
Terrance: He sure did.
Phillip: What's the person's ?
Terrance: Who.
Phillip: The guy that farted!
Terrance: Who!
Phillip: The person that passed gas!
Terrance: Who passed gas!
Phillip: Now, why are you asking me?
Terrance: That's the man's name?
Phillip: That's Who's name?
Terrance: Yes!
Phillip: Look, buddy, all I'm trying to find out is What's the guy's name that farted?
Terrance: Right, the guy that drank his own urine.
Phillip: Who?
--- South Park (Episode 501 - Terrance & Phillip: Behind the Blow)

The Blackadder

The eyes are open, the mouth moves, but Mr. Brain has long since departed, hasn't he, Perce?
--- Edmund Blackadder, Blackadder II (Episode 4 - Money)