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The night they tore old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
“La, la, la”

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As I was walkin’ round Grosvenor Square
Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air
From the other direction she was calling my eye
It could be an illusion but I might as well try, might as well try.

She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes,
And I knew without askin’ she was into the blues
Scarlet begonias tucked into her curls
I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls.

In the thick of the evening when the dealing got rough
She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff
As I picked up my matches and was closing the door
I had one of those flashes: I’d been there before, been there before.

[Bridge]
I ain’t often right but I’ve never been wrong
It seldom turns out the way it does in the song
Once in a while you get shown the light
in the strangest of places if you look at it right.

Well there ain’t nothin’ wrong with the way she moves
Or scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues
And there’s nothing wrong with the love that’s in her eye
I had to learn the hard way to let her pass by, let her pass by.

The wind in the willows played Tea for Two
The sky was yellow and the sun was blue
Strangers stopped strangers just to shake their hand
Everybody’s playing in the Heart of Gold Band, Heart of Gold Band.

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Instead of posting a poem by a Pulitzer-prize winning poet today or an aria from one of my favorite operas, I am including an excerpt from my five-year-old nephew’s favorite book, Diary of a Wimpy Kid.

Sam is also obsessed with the music of 16-year-old Canadian sensation, Justin Bieber. Special thanks to the Easter Bunny for placing an iPod shuffle with adjustable earbud headphones in Sam’s Easter basket.

Diary of a Wimpy Kid

“Today we have Phys Ed, so the first thing I did when I got outside was sneak off to the basketball court to see if the Cheese was still there. And sure enough, it was.

That piece of Cheese has been sitting on the blacktop since last spring. I guess it must’ve dropped out of someone’s sandwich or something. After a couple of days the Cheese started getting all moldy and nasty. Nobody would play basketball on the court where the Cheese was, even though that was the only court that had a hoop with a net.

Then one day, this kid named Darren Walsh touched the Cheese with his finger, and that’s what started this thing called the Cheese Touch. It’s basically like the Cooties. If you get the Cheese Touch, you’re stuck with it until you pass it on to someone else.

The only way to protect yourself from the Cheese Touch is to cross your fingers. But it’s not that easy remembering to keep your fingers crossed every moment of the day. I ended up taping mine together so they’d stay crossed all the time. I got a D in handwriting, but it was totally worth it.

This one kid named Abe Hall got the Cheese Touch in April, and nobody would even come near him for the rest of the year. This summer Abe moved away to California and took the Cheese Touch with him.

I just hope someone doesn’t start the Cheese Touch up again, because I don’t need that kind of stress in my life anymore.”

Justin Bieber:

Lyrics to Eenie Meenie

(Sean)
Eenie meenie miney mo
Catch a bad chick by her toe
If she holla (if, if, if she holla) let her go

She’s indecisive
She cant decide
She keeps on lookin’
From left to right

Girl, c’mon get closer
Look in my eyes
Searchin’ is so wrong
I’m Mr. Right

You seem like the type
To love em and leave em
And disappear right after this song.
So give me the night
To show you, hold you
Don’t leave me out here dancin’ alone

You cant make up your mind, mind, mind, mind, mind
Please don’t waste my time, time, time, time, time
I’m not tryin’ to rewind, wind, wind, wind, wind
I wish our hearts could come together as one

Cause shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lova
Shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lova
Shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lova
Shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lova

(Justin)
Let me show you what your missin’
Paradise
With me you’re winning girl
You don’t have to roll the dice
Tell me what you’re really here for
Them other guys?
I can see right through ya

You seem like the type
To love em and leave em
And disappear right after the song.
So give me the night
To show you, hold you
Don’t leave me out here dancin’ alone

You cant make up your mind, mind, mind, mind, mind
Please don’t waste my time, time, time, time, time
I’m not tryin’ to rewind, wind, wind, wind, wind
I wish our hearts could come together as one

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Antonin Dvořák’s opera Rusalka is a Czech opera based on a fairytale by a woman named Božena Němcová. It was first performed in Prague in 1901. Rusalka is a water nymph who falls in love with a prince. The name Rusalka means water. She asks the moon to find the man she loves, “Help him remember his dreams of me, tell him I’m waiting for him, make him remember me when he awakes.” She asks an evil witch to transform her into a human so she can be with him. The prince immediately falls in love with her but is seduced by another princess. He returns to Rusalka in the end, but they are both destroyed by the witch’s spell as they finally kiss. In this scene from the beginning of the opera, Rusalka is begging her friend the moon to tell the prince about her love:

Moon high above in the summer sky,
he too is watching your shining.
Speak to his heart from up on high
tell him I’m lonely and long for him.
Moon high above him shining
speak to him, tell him how I love him.
If by chance he dreams of me,
if the thought of me awakens him,
moonlight forsake me not,
moonlight, stay with me, stay with me.

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I rarely post responses people make on my site, but someone wrote in recently and asked what my favorite Marilyn Horne aria is. So many come to mind, but this one more than others. The first time I heard Horne sing this I was standing in Ireland somewhere along the coast of Kerry. It is Delilah’s song of seduction from the opera Samson and Delilah. It came over Lyric FM, a Limerick radio station we had on in the car. I have been thinking about that day recently, that place in the road, and Horne’s beautiful voice as it echoed over the green hills of the farm we were standing near while we watched the sun set over the Atlantic.

The story of Samson and Delilah is one of the Biblical stories I am most familiar with because my grandmother was a Levi, a name I associate with Samson. Samson was a Levite, a priest in one of the twelve tribes of Israel. He was also a warrior and very strong. To be a priest meant he was never to cut his hair. His one weakness was beautiful women, and he fell in love with a woman named Delilah. After pleading with him many nights to tell her the secret of his strength, he finally confessed his strength was in his hair. In the opera, Delilah sings this aria, and he falls asleep in her arms. She cut off his hair, imprisoned him and the guards burned out his eyes. When Samson’s hair grew back, his strength returned and he destroyed the temple.

In English, the words of the aria are:

My soul opens
at the sound
of your voice
as flowers open to
the kiss of dawn.
Ah, answer this
call to love.
Give me ecstasy.

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