I know I’m late – apologies, and I know the piece below is not perfect. But it has been published before so I’m not changing it and sharing with the same introduction it had once had. And I’m attaching the Czech version so you can sing along 🙂
No Longer Free and Easy
IDIO(ma)TIC expressions can be fun
Once upon a time (2001, if I remember well), I was a “Practical English” teacher at Faculty of Arts, Brno. As usual, I had students produce feedback at the end of the semester and this is one of the suggestions I received: “compose a song on idioms”. Challenged by this I tried, and this is what I produced.
I borrowed the tune from Miky Ryvola (Bedna od Whisky – Empty Whisky Box), thanks Miky.
I used the idioms found in the bottomless source of these – Leo Jones’ well of such expressions called New Progress to Proficiency (CUP, 2001), cheers mate.
The idioms are underlined. Have fun and try to sing it (sometimes it is not like free and easy…).
No longer free and easy, And off the beaten track A halter made of strong rope’s Part and parcel of my neck No more airs and graces An open and shut case Rough and ready tie will soon Put me through much disgrace Chorus: So hang me high, let me rock Let me rock to and fro This time won’t be up and about Or as fit as the fiddle, too, I’ll reach the gates of heaven Hopefully safe and sound, If heavenly angels put My feet back on the ground. *** Put two and two together Can’t put me at my ease, They set a trap for me And that trap won’t release. To put you in the picture Without using no knife They’ll kill me – lovely creature, Put a stop to my life. Chorus *** As pretty as a picture And just as good as gold I wanted to live by her side And with her to grow old Another guy as strong as a horse Took her away from me She was as free as the air It’s touch and go, you see. Chorus *** When we met for the first time We were as warm as toast It was love at first sight She was my life my boast I gave her a bunch of flowers We climbed a range of hills And then a flight of stairs And that was overkill. Chorus *** My life is no longer, No more cut and dry, For her full and ruby lips I am now gonna die. For that pack of cards that I should never have played My story’s as old as the hills As old as love and hate. 05 Bedna od whisky Chorus