English text to the songs in the animation “The ChoirProject” (see DVD)
(in order of beginning to end of animation)
BABYDOLL
(The applemelody written in Swedish by Lollo)
If you had an apple
would you share it with me
in an apple melody
Or would you keep it all for yourself
and be without the melody
To share or to be greedy
A simple question I’m asking
If you had an apple would you share it with me
Or keep it all for yourself?
BONECREEPER
I’m the bonecreeper
I’m the floorsweeper
I’m crawling round the house
I’m a door keeper
Some people see, I’m blind
That I am one of a kind
But I don’t mind
Because I’m a loner
I’m a moaner
A maid of joints, I’m a boner
Deer, goat and moose
Cotton, plaster, glues
Sweeperstraws, toothpicks
Metal thread and wooden sticks
LOVERBOY
Some say that man is made out of mud
Well this man’s made out of muscle and blood
Muscle and blood, skin and bone
A back that’s weak, but a stick that’s strong
Of fine Tussauds-wax, I got a real nose of her
A pair of flirty eyes, and legs without fur
Bare breast, bare bum
Now I feel so fine and she calls me lover mine
Know I’m her cutest toy and she calls me Loverboy
DEAR DEER
Will you start my dear
No you’ll start my deer
Ok… I am one
And I am one
We are one, twogether
Rubber teeth
Paper feet
Made of bone and leather HA HA HA HE HE
DUCKIES CRACK
I don’t know what to do
I’m just cwacking and cwacking all the time
I feel down to the gwound BWOKEN
My fwiend BWOKEN
One leg fell of
My chest is all cwacked
-cwacked?
-yes cwacked you know, cwack-cwack
-cwack-cwack?
One cwack two cwack twee cwack a wock
-Aaah
fouw cwack five cwack six cwack a wock
seven cwack eight cwack nine cwack a rock
we gonna cwack aroud the clock tonight…
DUCKIES HOLE
A whole lot of lovin
A hole out of lovin
A whole lot of lovin
A hole out of lovin
Well
She was the woman that loved me so
Now I’m the one with a hole, a lot of holes
She caught me with another and she shot me my sweet dove
But I dont’ think it’s fair, cause I did it out of love
Bebop a Lula she was my baby Bebop a Lula I don’t mean maybe
Bebop A Lula she was my babylove, my babylove, my babylove
This other woman, she was a crow
I met her in the desert, I was feeling kind of low
She took me from behind and shot me all through – yeah
I’ve got a hole in my heart, don’t know what to do
Bebop a Lula she was my baby Bebop a Lula I don’t mean maybe
Bebop A Lula she was my babylove, my babylove, my babylove
The girl I meet, she’s a drake
And I tell you one thing, this is not fake
But am I still walking on lifes holy thread
I don’t really know if I’m alive or dead
Bebop a Lula she’s my baby Bebop a Lula I don’t mean maybe
Bebop A Lula she is my babylove, my babylove, my babylove!
Mr. SADMAN (orig. Swedish poem by Nils Ferlin)
Not even a grey little bird
That sings in the first green of spring
Exists on the other side
And that’s a very sad thing
Not even a grey little bird
And not a birch white and clear
But at the most beautiful summersday
I have been longing there
ROSA
I am warm, I am cold
Prepare me as you please
Open me up carefully
See my head is empty
AT SEA (text inspired by Jussi Björling)
At sea, oh at sea
You storm in my heart
Towards land and out again
Every man onboard
At sea
Pull up the anchor, raise the sails
and head out on the blue waves
So long
Good bye
EMMA (Finnish folksong in Finnish)
Muistatko veilä sen kesäisen illan
kunyhdessä
tanssista
käveltiin
oi emma oi emma
oi emma oi emma
kun yhdessä
tanssista
käveltin