Now, from the title of this blog, you might think I was a little wacky, having jingles in my head and all. Actually, the jingles to which I refer are the little songs that accompany advertisements on television. Some of the songs are cute and one would wish they didn’t have such stupid words. I suppose I could make up my own words, as the tunes won’t stop playing. It is an art to write such memorable “jingles.”
This morning, I woke up with two competing ad tunes. Can you imagine? On top of that, and in the middle of all this internal head noise was a catchy song for which a friend sent me some YouTube links.
The original song was written in Portuguese and I have listened to it a number of times because it is fun to compare the Portuguese words with the Spanish words I know for the same objects. The song is written in a stream of consciousness manner, and is composed of snippets of life, disjointed visual images evoked by the words, as if one were seeing a surreal movie.
At first, you try to make sense of the flow of the words, and then you realize that the only important thing to realize is that all the images have continuity because they represent parts of life. The song is called “The Waters of March.”
The song version I like best is this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g3oNSFQVzNM
My friend, Mindy Fitterman, forwarded the following links and I like them all, but particularly the woman, singing in Portuguese, and also the English translation and explanation of the song on wikipedia:
Happy Spring!
(unless, of course, you live in the Southern Hemisphere)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waters_of_March
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dHB5rphc66g
Lyrics: http://www.des.emory.edu/mfp/waters.html
http://artists.letssingit.com/basia-lyrics-waters-of-march-px4dctn
I will leave it to you to copy and paste any of the urls.
Seeing some photos of Texas Bluebonnets, tonight, brought to mind another favorite song, “Walker Behind the Wheel” by Bill Staines, on his “Bridges” CD: “Do the Bluebonnets carpet the fields in the spring? Does the Brazos still run to the sea? Does the sun still shine bright on that Texas girl? … She gave her heart to me.” Those may not be the exact words, but I have not listened to the song in perhaps a year. Great tune. And yes, yet another song to occupy the empty spaces in my brain, which seem to be ever increasing with age.
Cheerio!
Patricia Cummings
