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Boat Song
02:30
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A boat beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July
Long has paled that sunny sky
Echoes fade and memories die;
Autumn frosts have slain July.
Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.
In a Wonderland she lies
Dreaming as the summer dies,
Drifting down the stream
Lingering in the golden gleam
Life, what is it but a dream?
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Jabberwocky
01:57
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Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought...
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And as in offish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the bulgy wood, And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snickersnack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay”
He chortled in his joy.
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
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3. |
Lobster Quadrille
01:55
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Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance?
(will you join it?)
"Will you walk a little faster!” said a whiting to a snail.
"There’s a porpoise close behind us, and he’s treading on my tail."
See how eagerly the lobster and the turtles all advance!
They are waiting on the shingle - will you come and join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance?
(will you join it?)
“You can really have no notion how delightful it will be
When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!”
The further off from England the nearer ‘tis to France
Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance?
(will you join it?)
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4. |
Speak Roughly
01:42
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Speak roughly to your little boy
And beat when he sneezes!
He only does it to annoy
Because he knows it teases
Wow! Wow! Wow!
I speak severely to my boy
I beat him when he sneezes;
For he can thoroughly enjoy
The pepper when he pleases
Wow! Wow! Wow!
Wow! Wow! Wow!
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5. |
Alice's Adventure
03:39
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6. |
Beautiful Soup
02:06
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Beautiful Soup, so rich and green
Waiting in a hot tureen!
Who for such dainties would not stoop?
Soup of the evening, beautiful soup
Soooooooooooooooooup of the evening, beautiful Soooooooooooooooooup of the evening, beautiful
Beautiful soup, Beau-ooootiful soup
Soup of the evening, beautiful, BEAUTIFUL
Beautiful soup! Who cares for fish,
Game, or any other dish?
Who would give all else for two p
ennyworth only of beautiful soup?
Soooooooooooooooooup of the evening, beautiful Soooooooooooooooooup of the evening, beautiful
Beautiful soup, Beau-ooootiful soup
Soup of the evening, beautiful, BEAUTIFUL
Soooooo-ooooo-oooup of the evening!
Sooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-oo-ooup of the evening!
Beautiful soup, Beautiful soup
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,
Beautiful sooooup!
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7. |
A-sitting on a Gate
03:47
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I’ll tell thee everything I can;
There’s little to relate
I saw an aged aged man,
A-sitting on a gate.
“Who are you, aged man? And how is it you live?”
His answer trickled through my head
Like water through a sieve.
How I live...
He said, “I look for butterflies
That sleep among the wheat;
I make them into mutton-pies
And sell them on the street.
I sell them unto men
Who sail the stormy seas;
And that’s the way I get my bread
A trifle if you please”
If you please...
But I was thinking of a way
To feed oneself on batter
And so go on from day to day
Getting a little fatter
So having no reply to give
I thumped him on the head,
I cried, “Come tell you how I live!”
To which the old man said,
What he said...
He said, “I hunt for haddocks’ eyes
Among the heather bright
And work them into waistcoat-buttons
In the silent night”
“And that’s the way”, he said
“By which I get my wealth
And very gladly will I drink
Your Honour’s noble health”
To my health...
And now, if e’er by chance I put
My fingers into glue,
Or madly squeeze a right-hand foot
Into a left-hand shoe,
Or if I drop upon my toe
A very heavy weight,
I weep, for it reminds me so
Of that old man I used to know
Whose look was mild, whose speech was slow,
Whose hair was whiter than the snow,
Whose face was very like a crow,
With eyes like cinders, all aglow,
Who seemed distracted with his woe,
Who rocked his body to and fro,
And muttered mumbling and low,
As if his mouth were full of dough,
Who snorted like a buffalo-
That summer evening long ago!!!
A-sitting on a gate
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8. |
Wonder and Awe
01:19
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How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail?
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale?
How cheerfully he seems to grin?
How neatly spreads his claws?
And welcomes little fishes in
With gently smiling jaws
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The Walrus and the Carpenter were walking close at hand
They wept like anything thing to see such quantities of sand
If this were only cleared away they said, “it would be grand!”
“O Oysters come and walk with us,” the Walrus did beseech
“A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk, along the briny beach”
“We cannot do with more than four, so give a hand to each”
The four young Oysters hurried up all eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat
And this was odd, because you know,
They hadn’t any feet.
The Walrus and the Carpenter walked on a mile or so,
And then they rest on a rock conveniently low,
And all the little oysters stood and waited in a row.
“The time has come", the Walrus said, “To talk of many things...
Of shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings.
And why the sea Is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings”
“A loaf of bread”, the Walrus said, “Is what we chiefly need.
Pepper and vinegar are very good indeed
Now if you’re ready, Oysters dear, we can begin to feed”
“But not on us!” the Oysters cried, turning a little blue
“After such kindness, that would be a dismal thing to do!
The night is fine... do you admire the view?"
"It seems a shame to play them such a trick
After we’ve brought them out so far, and made them trot so quick."
The Carpenter said nothing but, “The butter’s spread too thick!”
“I weep for you, I deeply sympathize”
With sobs and tears he sorted out those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket handkerchief before his streaming eyes.
“O Oysters, you’ve had a pleasant run
Shall we be trotting home again?”
But answer came there none
But answer came there none
But answer came there none
And this was scarcely odd, because they’d eaten every one
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11. |
Hush-a-by
02:40
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Hush-a-by lady, in Alice's lap
Till the feast's ready, we've time for a nap
When the feast's over, we'll go to the ball
Red Queen, and White Queen, Alice and all
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12. |
Ghost Train
02:06
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13. |
Curiouser and Curiouser
01:38
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Ooo ma eh-----------------Who am I
Who rah ooo---------------Who are you
Fi on lay---------------------If only knew
Wah oh gi bo---------------How to begin
Oh nuse ni cry--------------No use in crying
Ah gay girl I ooo------------A great girl like you
Why ah rio cu fi-------------What a curious feeling
Reswa y reswa--------------Curiouser and Curiouser
Who rah ooo-----------------Who are you
Who rah ooo-----------------Who are you
Fi on lay wah oh gi bo--------If I only knew where to begin
Reswa y reswa y reswa------Curiouser and curiouser and curiouser
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14. |
Looking-Glass World
03:09
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To the Looking-Glass World it was Alice that said,
“I’ve a scepter in hand, I’ve a crown on my head
Let the looking glass creatures, whatever they be,
Come and dine with the Red Queen, the White Queen and me!”
Then fill up the glasses as quick as you can,
And sprinkle the table with buttons and bran;
Puts cats in the coffee, and mice in the tea
And welcome Queen Alice with thirty-times-three!
Thirty-times-three
With thirty-times-three
Thirty-times-three
And welcome Queen Alice with thirty-times-three
“O Looking-Glass creatures, won’t you draw near
Tis an honor to see me, a favor to hear:
Tis a privilege high to have dinner and tea
Along with the Red Queen, the White Queen, and me!”
So fill up the glasses with treacle and ink,
And anything else that is pleasant to drink,
Mix sand with the cider, and wool with the wine...
And welcome Queen Alice with ninety-times-nine!
Ninety-times-nine
With ninety-times-nine
Ninety-times-nine
And welcome Queen Alice with ninety-times-nine
Ninety-times, ninety-times-nine, ninety-times, ninety-times-nine,
Ninety-times-nine, ninety-times-nine
Queen Alice!
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Cedric Lamar Ashland, Oregon
A six-season member of the Oregon Shakespeare Festival’s acting company, Cedric Lamar was asked to put on a different
creative hat as Composer for the 2019 production of Alice in Wonderland, directed by Sara Bruner.
Bands: Cedric and the 7 Ages, The Life and
Times Of, The Lamar Project
Albums: Kingdoms and Tall Grass, Gallows and Glory
Winner: 2012 Waltz-Astoria Singer-Songwriter Competition
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