Cats

[Miadores]

And we all say,
Oh! Well I never! Was there ever
A cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffelees

Oh! Well I never! Was there ever
A cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffelees

EU JÁ ESTOU

Preparados para a sessão de karaoke diária?

Filipa parece que somos só nós!!

Então gente? Ninguém diz mais nada?
Ou estão envergonhados?

Vá lá FORÇA! Encham os pulmões de ar e ... 1 ... 2 ... 3!

[aflbs]

Olá, bom dia!

Pois é Miadores, parece que somos só nós!! Ninguém nos liga nenhuma....

Mas por mim estou disposta a continuar. Hoje até ponho 4 em vez de 2!!!

Cantem, cantem...



THE NAMING OF CATS

The naming of cats is a difficult matter
It isn't just one of your holiday games
You may think at first I'm mad as a hatter
When I tell you a cat must have three different names

First of all, there's the name that the family use daily
Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James
Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey
All of them are sensible, everyday names

There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,
Some for the gentleman, some for the dames,
Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter,
But all of them sensible everyday names.

But I tell you a cat needs a name that's particular
A name that's peculiar and more dignified
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular?
Or spread out his whiskers or cherish his pride?

Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum
Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo or Coricopat
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum
Names that never belong to more than one cat

But above and beyond there's still one name left over
And that is the name that you will never guess
The name that no human research can discover
But the cat himself knows and will never confess

When you notice a cat in profound meditation
The reason, I tell you, is always the same
His mind is engaged in rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name
His ineffable, effable, effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular name
Name, name, name, name, name, name

(In CATS, Andrew Lloyd Webber)



THE INVITATION TO THE JELLICLE BALL

Jellicle cats come out tonight
Jellicle cats come one, come all
The Jellicle moon is shining bright
Jellicles come to the Jellicle ball

Jellicle cats come out tonight
Jellicles come to the Jellicle ball

Jellicle cats meet once a year
At the Jellicle ball where we all rejoice
And the Jellicle leader will soon appear
And make what is known as the Jellicle choice
When Old Deuteronomy just before dawn
Through a silence you feel you could cut with a knife
Announces the cat who can now be reborn
And come back to different Jellicle life
Because waiting up there is the Heaviside layer
With wonders one Jellicle only will see
Jellicles ask because Jellicles dare
Who will it be? Who will it be?

(In CATS, Andrew Lloyd Webber)



THE RUM TUM TUGGER

The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat
If you offer me pheasant, I'd rather have grouse
If you put me in a house, I would much prefer a flat
If you put me in a flat, I would rather have a house
If you set me on a mouse, then I only want a rat
If you set me on a rat, then I'd rather chase a mouse

The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat
And there isn't any need for me to shout it
For he will do as he do do
And there's nothing doing about it

The Rum Tum Tugger is a terrible bore
When you let me in, then I want to go out
I'm always on the wrong side of every door
And as soon as I'm at home, then I'd like to get about
I like to lie in the bureau drawer
But I make such a fuss if I can't get out

The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat
And there isn't any need for you to doubt it
For he will do as he do do
And there's no doing anything about it

The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious beast
My disobliging ways are a matter of habit
If you offer me fish, then I always want a feast
When there isn't any fish, then I won't eat rabbit
If you offer me cream, then I sniff and sneer
For I only like what I find for myself
So you'll catch me in it right up to my ears
If you put it away on the larder shelf

The Rum Tum Tugger is artful and knowing
The Rum Tum Tugger doesn't care for a cuddle
But I'll leap upon your lap in the middle of your sewing
For there's nothing I enjoy like a horrible muddle!

The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat
The Rum Tum Tugger doesn't care for a cuddle

The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat
And there isn't any need for me to spout it
For he will do as he do do
And there's no doing anything about it!

(In CATS, Andrew Lloyd Webber)



GRIZBELLA, THE GLAMOUR CAT

Remark the cat who hesitates toward you
In the light of the door which opens on her like a grin
You see the border of her coat is torn and stained with sand
And you see the corner of her eye twist like a crooked pin

She haunted many a low resort
Near the grimy road of Tottenham Court
She flitted about the No Man's Land
From "The Rising Sun" to "The Friend at Hand"
And the postman sighed as he scratched his head
"You really ha' thought she'd ought to be dead
And who'd have ever supposed that THAT
Was Grizabella, the Glamour Cat?"

Grizabella, the Glamour Cat
Grizabella, the Glamour Cat
And who'd ever supposed that THAT
Was Grizabella the Glamour Cat?

(In CATS, Andrew Lloyd Webber)


Quero ver aqui mais participações!!!

Beijokitas,
Filipa

[aflbs]

repetida.....

[Miadores]

OLÁ!!

But above and beyond there's still one name left over
And that is the name that you will never guess
The name that no human research can discover
But the cat himself knows and will never confess

É o que eu tenho andado a investigar

Pois é Filipa, ninguém nos liga!
A responder, porque a vir espreitar ...
(já reparou nas "consultas"?)


É o que eu dizia, são "envergonhados"

[aflbs]

Pois, Miadores. As consultas aumentam de dia para dia, agora deixar uma palavrinha...

Mas que gente assustada!!!!

Beijokitas,
Filipa

PS Tomem lá mais uma!!


BUSTOPHER JONES

Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones

In fact, he's remarkably fat
He doesn't haunt pubs
He has eight or nine clubs
For he's the St. James Street cat!

He's the cat we all greet as he walks down the street
In his coat of fastidious black
No common-place mousers have such well-cut trousers
Or such an impeccable back

In the whole of St. James's the smartest of names is
The name of this Brummell of cats
And we're all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to
By Bustopher Jones in white spats

My visits are occasional to the Senior Educational
And it is against the rules
For any one cat to belong both to that
And the Joint Superior Schools

For a similar reason, when game is in season
I'm found, not at Fox's, but Blimp's
I am frequently seen at the gay Stage and Screen
Which is famous for winkles and shrimps

In the season of venison I give my Benison
To the Pothunter's succulent bones
And just before noon's not a moment too soon
To drop in for a drink at the Drones

When I'm seen in a hurry there's probably curry
At the Siamese or at the Glutton
If I look full of gloom then
I've lunched at the Tomb
On cabbage, rice pudding and mutton

So much in this way passes Bustopher's day
At one club or another he's found
It can be no surprise that under our eyes
He has grown unmistakably round
He's a twenty-five pounder

Or I am a bounder

And he's putting on weight every day
But I'm so well preserved because I've observed
All my life a routine and I'd say
I am still in my prime, I shall last out my time

That's the word from this stoutest of cats
It must and it shall be spring in Pall Mall
While Bustopher Jones wears white,
Bustopher Jones wears white,
Bustopher Jones wears white spats

Macavity!

(In CATS, Andrew Lloyd Webber)

[Miadores]

Tomem lá mais uma!!

Isto hoje é DOSE, hem, Filipa?!

Nós bem "provocamos", mas .... :p :p

[aflbs]

Dose dupla!!

"quanto mais me bates, mais gosto de ti!!!!"

Eu bem tento que esta juventude tenha acesso a poesia, mas parece que somos mesmo só duas... Ainda querem os jovens que lhes deem crédito!!!!

Onde iso vai parar!!!!!



E aqui fica mais uma!!!!!!

Old Deuteronomy

Old Deuteronomy's lived a long time
He's a cat who has lived many lives in succession
He was famous in proverb and famous in rhyme
A long while before Queen Victoria's accession

Old Deuteronomy's buried nine wives
And more I am tempted to say ninety-nine
And his numerous progeny prospers and thrives
And the village is proud of him in his decline

At the sight of that placid and bland physiognomy
When he sits in the sun on the vicarage wall

The oldest inhabitant croaks,

"Well of all things! Can it be, really!
Yes...No...Ho...Hi! Oh my eye!
My mind may be wandering but I confess
I believe it is Old Deuteronomy"

Old Deuteronomy sits in the street
He sits in the High Street on market day
The Bullocks may bellow, the sheep they may bleat
But the dogs and the herdsmen will turn them away

The cars and the lorries run over the curb
And the villagers put up a notice: "ROAD CLOSED"
So that nothing untoward may chance to disturb
Deuteronomy's rest when he feels so disposed
Or when he's engaged n demstic economy:

The oldest inhabitant croaks,

"Well of all things! Can it be, really!
Yes...No...Ho...Hi! Oh my eye!
My sight's unreliable, but I can guess
That the cause of the trouble is Old Deuteronomy"

Old Deuteronomy lies on the floor
Of the Fox and French Horn for his afternoon sleep,
And when the men say: "There's just time for one more,"
Then the landlady from her back parlor will peep
And say: "Now then, out you go, by the back door,
For Old Deuteronomy mustn't be woken -
I'll have the police if there's any uproar"
And out they all shuffle, without a word spoken
The digestive repose of that feline's gastronomy
Must never be broken, whatever befall

And the oldest inhabitant croaks,

"Well of all things! Can it be, really!
Yes...No...Ho...Hi! Oh my eye!
My legs may be tottery, I must go slow
And be careful of Old Deuteronomy!"

Pollicle dogs and cats all must
Jellicle cats and dogs all must
Like undertakers, come to dust

Jellicle cats meet once a year
On the night when we make the Jellicle choice
And now that the Jellicle leader is here,
Jellicle Cats can all REJOICE!

(In CATS, Andrew Lloyd Webber)

[Miadores]

Jellicle cats meet once a year
On the night when we make the Jellicle choice
And now that the Jellicle leader is here,
Jellicle Cats can all REJOICE!

Bem, vou fazer o almoço, senão aqui come-se MÚSICA, o que até é muito poético

[aflbs]

Pois, a música alimenta o espírito, é pena que não alimente o corpo também...

Mas se assim fosse eu pesaria 300 KG!!!!

Vou deixar mais uma e terminar o meu dia...

Beijokitas,
Filipa

"The Awful Battle of the Pekes and the Pollicles" with
"The Marching Song of the Pollicle Dogs"

The Pekes and the Pollicles, as everyone knows.
Are proud and implacable passionate foes
It is always the same, wherever one goes
And the Pugs and the Poms, although most people say
That they do not like fighting, yet once in a way,
They will now and again join in to the fray

And they

Bark bark bark bark
Bark bark BARK BARK!

Until you can hear them all over the park

Now on the occasion of which I shall speak
Almost nothing had happened for nearly a week
(And that's a long tome for a Pol or a Peke)
The big Police Dog was away from his beat--
I don't know the reason, but most people think
He'd slipped into the Wellington Arms for a drink--
And no one at all was about on the street
When a Peke and a Pollicle happened to meet
They did not advance, or exactly retreat,
But they glared at each other, and scraped their hind feet,

And started to:

Bark bark bark bark
Bark bark BARK BARK!

Until you could hear them all over the park

Now the Peke, although people may say what they please
Is no British Dog, but a heathen Chinese
And so all the Pekes, when they heard the uproar
Some came to the window, some came to the door
There were surely a dozen, more likely a score
And together they started to grumble and wheeze
In their huffery-snuffery heathen Chinese
But a terrible din is what Pollicles like
For your Pollicle Dog is a dour Yorkshire tyke,
And is braw Scottish cousins are snappers and biters,
And every dog-jack of them notable fighters;
And so they stepped out, with their pipers in order,
Playing When the Blue Bonnets Came Over the Border
Then the Pugs and the Poms held no longer aloof,
But some from the balcony, some from the roof,
Joined in to the din
With a

Bark bark bark bark
Bark bark BARK BARK!

Until you could hear them all over the park

There are dogs out of every nation,
The Irish, the Welsh and the Dane;
The Russian, the Dutch the Dalmatian,
And even from China and Spain;
The Poodle, the Pom, the Alsatian
And the mastiff who walks on a chain
And to those that are frisky and frollical
Let my meaning be perfectly plain;
That my name it is Little Tom Pollicle--
And you'd better not do it again

Now when these bold heroes together assembled,
The traffic all stopped, and the Underground trembled,
And some of the neighbors were so much afraid
That they started to ring up the Fire Brigade

When suddenly, up from a small basement flat,
Why who should stalk out but THE GREAT RUMPUSCAT!
His eyes were like fireballs fearfully blazing,
He gave a great yawn, and his jaws were amazing;
And when he looked through the bars of the area
You never saw anything fiercer or hairier
And what with the glare of his eyes and his yawning
The Pekes and the Pollicles quickly took warning
He looked at the sky and he gave a great leap--
And they every last one of them scattered like sheep

And when the Police Dog returned to his beat,
There wasn't a single one left in the street

In CATS, Andrew Lloyd Webbwer

[Miadores]

:p :p :p :p :p :p :p :p :p :p :p :p :p :p

Isto hoje é que foi trabalhar, hem Filipa?!

[aflbs]

As maravilhas da Internet...

Tenho ido buscar todas ao site que já tinha indicado!!

:p :p :p :p :p :p :p :p :p :p

Boas cantorias!!

Beijokitas,
Filipa

[aflbs]

The Invitation to the Jellicle Ball

Jellicle cats come out tonight
Jellicle cats come one, come all
The Jellicle moon is shining bright
Jellicles come to the Jellicle ball

Jellicle cats come out tonight
Jellicles come to the Jellicle ball

Jellicle cats meet once a year
At the Jellicle ball where we all rejoice
And the Jellicle leader will soon appear
And make what is known as the Jellicle choice
When Old Deuteronomy just before dawn
Through a silence you feel you could cut with a knife
Announces the cat who can now be reborn
And come back to different Jellicle life
Because waiting up there is the Heaviside layer
With wonders one Jellicle only will see
Jellicles ask because Jellicles dare
Who will it be? Who will it be?

In CATS, Andrew Lloyd Webber



The Moments of Happiness

The moments of happiness
We had the experience but missed the meaning
And approach to the meaning restores the experience
In a different form beyond any meaning
We can assign to happiness
The past experience revived in the meaning
Is not the experience of one life only
But of many generations
Not forgetting something that is probably quite ineffable

In CATS, Andrew Lloyd Webber


Gus, the Theatre Cat

Gus is the cat at the theatre door
His name, as I ought to have told you before
Is really Asparagus, but that's a fuss to pronounce
That we usually call him just Gus
His coat's very shabby, he's thin as a rake
And he suffers from palsy that makes his paw shake
Yet he was in his youth quite the smartest of cats
But no longer a terror to mice or to rats

For he isn't the cat that he was in his prime
Though his name was quite famous, he says, in his time
And whenever he joins his friends at their club
(Which takes place at the back of the neighboring pub)
He loves to regale them, if someone else pays
With anecdotes drawn from his palmiest days
For he once was a star of the highest degree
He has acted with Irving, he's acted with Tree
And he likes to relate his success on the halls
Where the gallery once gave him seven cat calls
But his greatest creation as he loves to tell
Was Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fell

I have played in my time every possible part
And I used to know seventy speeches by heart
I'd extemporize back-chat, I knew how to gag
And I knew how to let the cat out of the bag
I knew how to act with my back and my tail
With an hour of rehearsal, I never could fail
I'd a voice that would soften the hardest of hearts
Whether I took the lead, or in character parts
I have sat by the bedside of poor little Nell
When the curfew was rung then I swung on the bell
In the pantomime season, I never fell flat
And I once understudied Dick Whittington's cat
But my grandest creation, as history will tell
was Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fell

Then, if someone will give him a toothful of gin
He will tell how he once played a part in East Lynne
At a Shakespeare performance he once walked on pat
When some actor suggested the need for a cat

And I say now these kittens, they do not get trained
As we did in the days when Victoria reigned
They never get drilled in a regular troupe
And they think they are smart just to jump through a hoop

And he says as he scratches himself with his claws:
Well the theatre is certainly not what is was

These modern productions are all very well
But there's nothing to equal from what I hear tell
That moment of mystery when I made history
As Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fell

I once crossed the stage on the telegraph wire
To rescue a child when a house was on fire
And I think that I still can much better than most
Produce blood curdling noises to bring on the ghost
And I once played Growltiger
Could do it again, could do it again
Could do it again

In CATS, Andrew Lloyd Webber


Beijokitas,
Filipa

[SMarisa]

Olá

Confesso... venho sempre copiar as letras

e fico sempre à espera da próxima

Vi o Cats uma vez na televisão e que pena tenho de não o ter gravado

Obrigada Filipa por esta "trabalheira"


Beijitos

SMarisa

[aflbs]

Olá, SMarisa.

Fico contente por saber que há mais foristas a usufruir do meu "trabalho". Que por acaso até nem é trabalho nenhum, pois retiro-as de um site do Cats, que já referi numa outra mensagem. Se não quiser esperar pela próxima, pode sempre recorrer ao site indicado.

Existe há venda o DVD e em VHS também, o espectáculo. Sei que existe na Fnac e no El Corte Ingles, já procurou?

Bem, vou deixar mais uma para poder copiar!

Boas cantorias!


"Growltiger's Last Stand" with "The Ballad of Billy McCaw"

Growltiger was a bravo cat who travelled on a barge
In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed at large
From Gravesend up to Oxford he pursued his evil aims
Rejoicing in his title of

The "Terror of the Thames"! Ha ha ha ha!

His manners and appearance did not calculate to please
His coat was torn and seedy, it was baggy at the knees
One ear was somewhat missing, no need to tell you why
And he scowled upon a hostile world from one forbidding eye

The cottagers of Rotherhithe knew something of his fame
At Hammersmith and Putney, people shuddered at his name
They would fortify the hen house, lock up the silly goose
When the rumor ran along the shore:

Growltiger's on the loose! Ha ha ha ha!

Woe to the weak canary that fluttered from its cage
Woe to the pampered Pekinese, that faced Growltiger's rage
Woe the bristly bandicoot that lurks on foreign ships
And woe to any cat with whom Growltiger came to grips

But most to cats of foreign race his hatred had been vowed
To cats of foreign name and race, no quarter was allowed
The Persian and the Siamese regarded him with fear
Because it was a Siamese had mauled his missing ear

Now on a peaceful summer night all nature seemed at play
The tender moon was shining bright, the barge at Molesey lay

All in the balmy moonlight it lay rocking on the tide
And Growltiger was disposed to show his sentimental side

Growltiger's bucko mate, Grumbuskin, long since had disappeared
For to the bell at Hampton he had gone to wet his beard

And his bosun, Tumblebrutus, he too had stol'n away
In the yard behind the lion he was prowling for his prey

In the forepeak of the vessel, Growltiger sat alone
Concentrating his attention on the lady Griddlebone

And his raffish crew were sleeping in their barrels and their bunks
As the Siamese came creeping in their sampans and their junks

Growltiger had no eye or ear for aught but Griddlebone
And the lady seemed enraptured by his manly baritone

Disposed to relaxation and awaiting no surprise
But the moonlight shone reflected from a thousand bright blue eyes

And closer still and closer the sampans circled 'round
And yet from all the enemy there was not heard a sound
The foe was armed with toasting forks and cruel carving knives
And the lovers sang their last duet in danger of their lives

Oh, how well I remember the Old Bull and Bush
Where we used to go down of a Saturday night
Where, when anything happened, it come with a rush
For the boss, Mr. Clark, he was very polite

A very nice house, from basement to garret
A very nice house. Ah, but it was the parrot--
The parrot, the parrot named Billy McCaw
That brought all those folks to the bar
Ah! He was the life of the bar.

Of a Saturday night, we was all feeling bright
And Lily La Rose -- the barmaid that was --
She'd say, "Billy, Billy McCaw!
Come give us, come give us a dance on the bar!"
And Billy would dance on the bar
And Billy would dance on the bar
And then we'd feel balmy, in each eye a tear
And emotion would make us all order more beer

Lily, she was a girl what had brains in her head
She wouldn't have nothing, no not that much said
If it come to an argument or a dispute
She'd settle it offhand with the toe of her boot
Or as likely as not put a fist through your eye
Or when we was happy and just a bit dry
Or when we was thirsty and just a bit sad,
She would rap on the bar with that corkscrew she had
And say, "Billy, Billy McCaw!

"Come give us a tune on your pastoral flute!"
And Billy'd strike up on his pastoral flute
And Billy'd strike up on his pastoral flute

And then we'd feel balmy, in each eye a tear
And emotion would make us all order more beer

"Billy, Billy McCaw!
Come give us a tune on your moley guitar!"
And Billy'd strike up on his moley guitar
And Billy'd strike up on his moley guitar
And then we'd feel balmy, in each eye a tear
And emotion would make us all order more beer

Billy, Billy McCaw!
Come give us a tune on your moley guitar
Ah! He was the life of the bar.

Then Genghis gave the signal to his fierce Mongolian hordes
With a frightful burst of fireworks, the chinks they swarmed aboard
Abandoning their sampans, their pullaways, and junks
They battened down the hatches on the crew within their bunks

Then Griddlebone she gave a screech for she was badly skeered
I'm sorry to admit it, but she quickly disappeared

She probably escaped with ease I'm sure she was not drowned
But a serried ring of flashing steel Growltiger did surround

The ruthless foe pressed forward in stubborn rank on rank
Growltiger to his vast surprise was forced to walk the plank
He who a hundred victims had driven to that drop
At the end of all his crimes was forced to go ker-flip, ker-flop!

Ahhhhh!!!

Oh there was joy in Wapping when the news flew through the land
At Maidenhead and Henley there was dancing on the Strand
Rats were roasted whole in Brentford and Victoria Dock
And a day of celebration was commanded in Bangkok!

These modern productions are all very well
But there's nothing to equal from what I hear tell
That moment of mystery when I made history

In CATS, Andrew Lloyd Webber

[SMarisa]

Ora aí está... Vai ser a prenda que "me vou dar" no Natal...

Nem me tinha ocorrido o VHS

Beijitos
SMarisa