This is a translation to Swedish of a fable by Femmka. Read it in English on her own blog at
http://www.femmka.net/english/exploring/
GIRAFFEN KUNDE INTE SOVA DEN DÄR NATTEN I VINTERSKOGEN, NÄR MÅNEN LYSTE GENOM TRÄDEN.
Month: February 2015
American Graffiti
“No sociological treatise could duplicate the movie’s success in remembering exactly how it was to be alive at that cultural instant.”
Roger Egbert
Jason Brown – Tristan and Isolde
Tintin
Tintin, another favourite of mine
Improvisation 30 – Wassili Kadinsky
“The joy of life consists in the inevitable, continual triumph of new values.” (Wassily Kadinsky)
I’ve already said that I’m not too fond of non figurative art, but then I come across a painting like this and I can’t resist it. The colours are gorgeous and there’s so much happening in the painting. It really stimulates the imagination!
The painting is from 1913. It can be found at Art Institute of Chicago.
Copenhagen
My first trip outside Sweden went to Denmark. I went with my parents, as I was still a child. I have three unforgettable memories from that trip.
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- The first time I had a Danish pølse (sausage)
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- The first time I rode a roller coaster
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- The first time I saw a woman smoke a cigar
Sloop John B – Lyrics
We come on the Sloop John B
My grandfather and me
Around Nassau town we did roam
Drinking all night
Got into a fight
Well I feel so broke up
I want to go home
So hoist up the John B’s sail
See how the main sail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I want to go home, yeah yeah
Well I feel so broke up
I want to go home
The first mate he got drunk
And broke in the Cap’n’s trunk
The constable had to come and take him away
Sheriff John Stone
Why don’t you leave me alone, yeah yeah
Well I feel so broke up, I want to go home
So hoist up the John B’s sail
See how the main sail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I want to go home, let me go home
Why don’t you let me go home
(Hoist up the John B’s sail)
Hoist up the John B
I feel so broke up I want to go home
Let me go home
The poor cook he caught the fits
And threw away all my grits
And then he took and he ate up all of my corn
Let me go home
Why don’t they let me go home
This is the worst trip I’ve ever been on
So hoist up the John B’s sail
See how the main sail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I want to go home, let me go home
Why don’t you let me go home
The Beach Boys – Sloop John B
The Beach Boys is one of the groups in the sound track of American Graffiti. They were quite popular in the 60’s, but I never really listened to them. (I was more into Beatles and Stones.) After reviewing American Graffiti, I went to YouTube just for fun to listen to something else with them. I must say that they were not bad at all!
To read the lyrics click here!
Noggrann
This is a fable by Femmka. Read it in English on her own blog at
http://www.femmka.net/english/fulfilled/
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