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mdlbearThis is going to be a fairly short one. Today was the party celebrating Mom's 99th birthday. My cousins Alice and Mark played cello and French horn respectively, joined for one piece by a local oboe player. My brother Al gave a speech -- he's a great storyteller. I performed two songs: Get Up and Go, and The Stuff that Dreams are Made Of.
I'd originally intended to just sing the first, but they asked for an encore. There were several possibilities, but Stuff.. is my favorite, and I think it went over well.
Get Up and Go Anon, music Copyright 1964 Pete Seeger How do I know my youth is all spent? My get up and go has got up and went But in spite of it all, I'm able to grin And think of the places my get up has been Old age is golden, so I've heard said But sometimes I wonder as I crawl into bed With my eyes on the table, my teeth in a cup My brain in a hard drive until I wake up As sleep dims my vision, I say to myself Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf? But though nations are warring and business is vexed I'll still stick around to see what happens next How do I know my youth is all spent? My get up and go has got up and went But in spite of it all, I'm able to grin And think of the places my get up has been When I was young, my slippers were red I could kick up my heels right over my head When I was older my slippers were blue But still I could dance the whole night thru Now I am old, my slippers are black I huff to the store and I puff my way back But never you laugh, I don't mind at all I'd rather be huffing than not puff at all How do I know my youth is all spent? My get up and go has got up and went But in spite of it all, I'm able to grin And think of the places my get up has been I get up each morning and dust off my wits Open the paper and read the obits If I'm not there, I know I'm not dead So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed How do I know my youth is all spent? My get up and go has got up and went But in spite of it all, I'm able to grin And think of the places my get up has been Original lines: My ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup My eyes on the table until I wake up New version by Steve Savitzky and Naomi Rivkis Ship of Stone Copyright 1981 Don Simpson. All rights reserved 2019 Pegasus Award winner: Best Classic Filk Song. Once there was a Ship of Stone That orbitted a mighty star And from it flew the first ship's crew Whose children we all are; And no matter how long We've drawn our track, Still over our shoulder, looking back Through the hydrogen's hiss And the methane's moan, Past the polymer clouds Of the dead stars' shrouds, All our roads run back to the Ship of Stone. There the first crew all were made And wakened from unknowing sleep By the boundless sight of Heaven's height And the fires on the deep; And no matter how strange the forms we wear, How warped and wild, how rich and rare, How changed we've made the seed we've sown; We are blood of those who singing rose From the body of the Ship of Stone. There our own ships' frames were formed To grow blue glowing wings, And spread them wide to the farthest tide Where the last, lone beacon sings; And no matter how tight the net they knot Of our web where the wheel of light is caught, How strange and lost, How grand they've grown, They too desire all Heaven's fire: Our companions since the Ship of Stone. Once there was a Ship of Stone, Clear-domed, broad-hulled, and clean, Where the air shone blue, Through whose holds birds flew, Whose decks were growing green; And no matter how odd These things may seem, As madly mazed as shards of dream, They are not a dream that you dream alone-- All ships, all men are of one kin; We shall not forget the Ship of Stone. If any of the songs we filkers are writing and singing now deserves to be remembered a thousand years from now, this is it. My all-time favorite.