Tuesday, December 14, 2010

work in progress

Once upon I time, I fancied myself an actor. Late one night over some beverages, my friend Margarita challenged me to do the following to Surrey with the fringe on Top of Oklahoma fame by Rodgers and Hammerstein
1. Translate this song into Ebonics. (with possible modernizations if it seems a good choice artistically)
2. Learn to sing it in a voice whereby Borat is talking like Scooby Do. Or is it, Scooby Do talking like Borat?

I can't recall, but I Will do which ever seems the most appropriate.
This should prove quite challenging. I have been given march as my deadline to deliver.
This is just me writing it down and holding myself to the fire about it. Below are the original Lyrics, the next post will be the original lyrics at first, and then I will edit them over time.

Curly:When I take you out tonight with me
Honey, here's the way it's gonna be
You will set behind a team of snow-white horses
In the slickest gig you'll ever see.
Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry
When I take you out in the surrey
When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top
Watch that fringe an' see how it flutters
When I drive them high-steppin' strutters
Nosy pokes will peak through their shutters and their eyes will pop!
The wheels are yellow, the upholstery's brown
The dashboard's genuine leather.
With eisenglass curtains you can roll right down
In case there's a change in the weather
Two bright side-lights winkin' and blinkin'
Ain't no finer rig I'm a thinkin'
You can keep yer rig if yer thinkin' that I'd keer to swap
Fer that shiny little surry with the fringe on the top
Eller:Would you say the fringe was made of silk?
Curly:Wouldn't have no other kind but silk
Laurey:Has it really got a team of snow-white horses?
Curly:One's like snow, the other's more like milk.
All the world'll fly in a flurry
When I take you out in the surry
When I take you out in the surry with the fringe on top.
When we hit that road, hell-for-leather
Cats and dogs will dance in the heather
Birds and frogs'll sing all together and the toads will hop!
The wind'll whistle as we rattle along,The cows'll moo in the clover
The river will ripple out a whispered song,
And whisper it over and over
Don't you wish you'd go on forever
Don't you wish you'd go on forever
Don't you wish you'd go on forever
And you'd never stop?
In that shiny little surry With the fringe on the top.
I can see the stars gittin' blurry
When we ride back home in the surry
Ridin' slowly home in the surry With the fringe on top
I can feel the day gettin' olderFeel a sleepy head near my shoulder
Noddin', droopin', close to my shoulder Till it falls kerplop.
The sun is swimmin' on the rim of a hill
The moon is takin' a header.
And jist as I'm thinkin' all the earth is stillA lark'll wake up in the meader.
Hush, you bird. My baby's a sleepin'Maybe got a dream worth a keepin'
Whoa, you team an' jist keep a creepin' At a slow clip, clop.
Don't you hurry little Surry With The Fringe On the Top.

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