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 trackA halter made of strong rope’sPart and parcel of my neckNo more airs and gracesAn open and shut caseRough and ready tie will soonPut me through much disgraceChorus:So hang me high, let me rockLet me rock to and froThis time won’t be up and aboutOr as fit as the fiddle, too,I’ll reach the gates of heavenHopefully safe and sound,If heavenly angels putMy feet back on the ground.***Put two and two togetherCan’t put me at my ease,They set a trap for meAnd that trap won’t release.To put you in the pictureWithout using no knifeThey’ll kill me – lovely creature,Put a stop to my life.Chorus***As pretty as a pictureAnd just as good as goldI wanted to live by her sideAnd with her to grow oldAnother guy as strong as a horseTook her away from meShe was as free as the airIt’s touch and go, you see.Chorus***When we met for the first timeWe were as warm as toastIt was love at first sightShe was my life my boastI gave her a bunch of flowersWe climbed a range of hillsAnd then a flight of stairsAnd that was overkill.Chorus***My life is no longer,No more cut and dry,For her full and ruby lipsI am now gonna die.For that pack of cards thatI should never have playedMy story’s as old as the hillsAs old as love and hate.05 Bedna od whiskyChorus
in September 2016 we encourage you to write a sonnet. As an example, we would like to share one of those that William Shakespeare created – see below. We look forward to reading your own sonnets 🙂
Marie, Adam, Jarek
Those lips that Love’s own hand did make
Breathed forth the sound that said ‘I hate’
To me that languish’d for her sake;
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
Was used in giving gentle doom,
And taught it thus anew to greet:
‘I hate’ she alter’d with an end,
That follow’d it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heaven to hell is flown away;
‘I hate’ from hate away she threw,
And saved my life, saying ‘not you.’