I wanted to bring together music I enjoy that can be an alternative to the usual nursery rhymes and twee tunes which can be bombarded at children. This could potentially be a regular feature as more songs come to mind, but here’s a starter of six for a Friday afternoon:
Eric coates: By the sleepy lagoon
The theme tune from Desert Island Disks, this is a personal favorite of me and wifey.
Lemon Jelly: His Majesty King Raam
Possibly the most relaxing peice of modern music I’ve ever heard.
Lemon Jelly: Nice weather for ducks
An old man sings about ducks, and then flies around the countryside. Dancing rabbits are the icing on the cake.
Air: La Femme D’Argent
Most of the French duo’s work is pretty calming, but this is the best.
Badly Drawn Boy: The Shining
Damon Gough’s voice melts over this slick fallen rift deliciously.
Groove Armada: At The River
I can imagine this playing in the car as the family takes a trip to the seaside. Who isn’t fond of sand dunes and salty air?
Last night was a “Good Night”. I got four consecutive hours sleep and woke early enough to do the early feed so that Wifey could enjoy a little more sleep herself. Combining “Working Professional” and “Loving Father” has been challenging, and I’m only on the second day. There’s months of this ahead.
Someone who has brought a particular smile to my face is Tim Minchin with his song “Lullaby”.
Listen on Grooveshark or watch live with the Melbourne Symphony Orchestra below. If you enjoy it, buy his DVDs, tickets to his shows or other merchandise.
The lyrics are below (taken from www.songmeanings.net), but try and listen or watch before reading for the best effect.
Sleep, little baby, sleep now my love
The milky way’s shining, high up above.
When you grow up, you will learn all that stuff,
But now, close your eyes,
Close your eyes.
Sleep little baby, try not to squalk.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, you’ll learn how to walk.
To love and laugh, Make toast/to totter and talk,
But for now, beddie byes
Your blanket’s hand knitted, with pure angora wool,
Your nappy is dry and your tummy is full
Of enough antihistamine, to chill out a bull,
Yet still all this grindging.
What more, could you want? For I just can not guess..
You constantly complain to me,
You should feel blessed,
There are children in Africa starving to death,
And you dont here them whinging.
What else, can I do to put a stop to,
This mind numbing noise you are making?
Where is the line between patting and hitting?
When is rocking rocking, and when is it shaking?
I dont know what else I can do, to try and hush you
My heart says I love you but my brain’s thinking fuck you
And hoping a child trafficer will abduct you,
At least then I’d get a few hours in bed.
I’ve shushed, and I’ve cooed
And I’ve even tried to sing Ob-La-Di Ob-La-Da,
In the exact voice of Ringo
Now all I have left,
Is to hope, that a dingo will sneak in and rip off your fat bitching head.
Oh hush, little baby, dont say a word!
Papa’s gonna buy you a mocking bird,
In the hope you’ll get Avian Flu, The nice folk in ANE will take care of you
That’s it, close your eyes, shhh, not a sound
I can barely see your tiny chest moving up and down
One thing they don’t mention in the parenting book
Your love for them grows, the closer to death they look