Interesting. Because I thought it was overdone. I was thinking she missed the cultural context of her environment, the gender limitations in that time, and her joyous rebellion...maybe due to her youth. However, she has a wonderful voice and she definitely made choices that make sense from a modern sensibility. So, Brava!.
Lovely job and nice acting choices! I'm singing this in a show and the lyrics have taken a LONG time to get a handle on. Also doing my best to paint a picture with each verse. Thanks for sharing!
I shall marry the miller's son, Pin my hat on a nice piece of property. Friday nights, for a bit of fun, We'll go dancing. Meanwhile... It's a wink and a wiggle and a giggle in the grass And I'll trip the light fandango, A pinch and a diddle in the middle of what passes by. It's a very short road From the pinch and the punch To the paunch and the pouch And the pension. It's a very short road To the ten thousandth lunch And the belch and the grouch And the sigh. In the meanwhile, There are mouths to be kissed Before mouths to be fed, And a lot in between In the meanwhile. And a girl ought to celebrate what passes by. Or I shall marry the businessman, Five fat babies and lots of security. Friday nights, if we think we can, We'll go dancing. Meanwhile... It's a push and a fumble and a tumble in the sheets And I'll foot the highland fancy, A dip in the butter and a flutter with what meets my eye. It's a very short fetch From the push and the whoop To the squint and the stoop And the mumble. It's not much of a stretch To the cribs and the croup And the bosoms that droop And go dry. In the meanwhile, There are mouths to be kissed Before mouths to be fed, And there's many a tryst And there's many a bed To be sampled and seen In the meanwhile. And a girl has to celebrate what passes by. Or I shall marry the Prince of Wales, Pearls and servants and dressing for festivals. Friday nights, with him all in tails, We'll have dancing. Meanwhile... It's a rip in the bustle and a rustle in the hay And I'll pitch the quick fantastic, With flings of confetti and my petticoats away up high. It's a very short way From the fling that's for fun To the thigh pressing un- Der the table. It's a very short day Till you're stuck with just one Or it has to be done On the sly. In the meanwhile, There are mouths to be kissed Before mouths to be fed, And there's many a tryst And there's many a bed, There's a lot I'll have missed But I'll not have been dead When I die! And a person should celebrate everything Passing by. And I shall marry the miller's son...
The lighting is GORGEOUS. Wonderful, dynamic performance! Well acted, well sung.
AWESOME✨…
3/22 Happpy 90th birthday to the wonderful Mr. Sondheim.
this was done perfectly!! i'm currently audition for into the woods with this and this was very helpful in getting ideas for the tone of the fast part
Lovely creature, this one. Every moment lived! Very unusual for this song that often gets carried away on its motion. SHE brought EMOTION!
Interesting. Because I thought it was overdone. I was thinking she missed the cultural context of her environment, the gender limitations in that time, and her joyous rebellion...maybe due to her youth. However, she has a wonderful voice and she definitely made choices that make sense from a modern sensibility. So, Brava!.
@@LightningRound1st Yes, I see what youre saying.Good points all around.
Lovely job and nice acting choices! I'm singing this in a show and the lyrics have taken a LONG time to get a handle on. Also doing my best to paint a picture with each verse. Thanks for sharing!
Brilliant
I shall marry the miller's son,
Pin my hat on a nice piece of property.
Friday nights, for a bit of fun,
We'll go dancing.
Meanwhile...
It's a wink and a wiggle and a giggle in the grass
And I'll trip the light fandango,
A pinch and a diddle in the middle of what passes by.
It's a very short road
From the pinch and the punch
To the paunch and the pouch
And the pension.
It's a very short road
To the ten thousandth lunch
And the belch and the grouch
And the sigh.
In the meanwhile,
There are mouths to be kissed
Before mouths to be fed,
And a lot in between
In the meanwhile.
And a girl ought to celebrate what passes by.
Or I shall marry the businessman,
Five fat babies and lots of security.
Friday nights, if we think we can,
We'll go dancing.
Meanwhile...
It's a push and a fumble and a tumble in the sheets
And I'll foot the highland fancy,
A dip in the butter and a flutter with what meets my eye.
It's a very short fetch
From the push and the whoop
To the squint and the stoop
And the mumble.
It's not much of a stretch
To the cribs and the croup
And the bosoms that droop
And go dry.
In the meanwhile,
There are mouths to be kissed
Before mouths to be fed,
And there's many a tryst
And there's many a bed
To be sampled and seen
In the meanwhile.
And a girl has to celebrate what passes by.
Or I shall marry the Prince of Wales,
Pearls and servants and dressing for festivals.
Friday nights, with him all in tails,
We'll have dancing.
Meanwhile...
It's a rip in the bustle and a rustle in the hay
And I'll pitch the quick fantastic,
With flings of confetti and my petticoats away up high.
It's a very short way
From the fling that's for fun
To the thigh pressing un-
Der the table.
It's a very short day
Till you're stuck with just one
Or it has to be done
On the sly.
In the meanwhile,
There are mouths to be kissed
Before mouths to be fed,
And there's many a tryst
And there's many a bed,
There's a lot I'll have missed
But I'll not have been dead
When I die!
And a person should celebrate everything
Passing by.
And I shall marry the miller's son...
Smokin'
Terrific