クエリ: i say a little prayer for youを歌ったのは誰?
文章: 小さな願い 「あなたに祈りをこめて」(あなたにいのりをこめて、原題 : I Say a Little Prayer)または「小さな願い」(ちいさなねがい)は、バート・バカラックとハル・デヴィッドによって書かれた楽曲である。1967年にディオンヌ・ワーウィックによって録音され、『ビルボード』誌のHot 100で最高位4位、R&Bシングルチャートで最高位8位を記録。1968年にアレサ・フランクリンによってカバーされ、全英シングルチャートで最高位4位、Billboard Hot 100で最高位10位を記録。
文章: 祈り (トスティ) 『祈り』は、フランチェスコ・パオロ・トスティ作曲の歌曲である。作詞はロッコ・エマヌエーレ・パリアーラによるものである。 文章: 根本健一 Say a little prayer、S.D.B.B等の制作ディレクターも務める。 2001年10月1日から2002年3月25日に日本テレビで放送されたテレビアニメ作品『旋風の用心棒』のエンディングテーマのアレンジを担当。 その他、ホンダ・インテグラのCM音楽制作などを行う。 文章: グレアム・ソールズベリー サンディ・サリスベリーとして Little Johnny Coconut名義 文章: ジャスト・ア・リトル・ホワイル 「ジャスト・ア・リトル・ホワイル」(Just a Little While)は、ジャネット・ジャクソンの楽曲。 文章: 第3軍に対するパットンの演説 Be seated. Men, all this stuff you hear about America not wanting to fight, wanting to stay out of the war, is a lot of bullshit. Americans love to fight. All real Americans love the sting and clash of battle. When you were kids, you all admired the champion marble shooter, the fastest runner, the big-league ball players and the toughest boxers. Americans love a winner and will not tolerate a loser. Americans play to win all the time. That's why Americans have never lost and will never lose a war. The very thought of losing is hateful to Americans. Battle is the most significant competitions in which a man can indulge. It brings out all that is best and it removes all that is base. You are not all going to die. Only two percent of you right here today would be killed in a major battle. Every man is scared in his first action. If he says he's not, he's a goddamn liar. But the real hero is the man who fights even though he's scared. Some men will get over their fright in a minute under fire, some take an hour, and for some it takes days. But the real man never lets his fear of death overpower his honor, his sense of duty to his country, and his innate manhood. All through your army career you men have bitched about what you call 'this chicken-shit drilling.' That is all for a purposeto ensure instant obedience to orders and to create constant alertness. This must be bred into every soldier. I don't give a fuck for a man who is not always on his toes. But the drilling has made veterans of all you men. You are ready! A man has to be alert all the time if he expects to keep on breathing. If not, some German son-of-a-bitch will sneak up behind him and beat him to death with a sock full of shit. There are four hundred neatly marked graves in Sicily, all because one man went to sleep on the jobbut they are German graves, because we caught the bastard asleep before his officer did. An army is a team. It lives, eats, sleeps, and fights as a team. This individual hero stuff is bullshit. The bilious bastards who write that stuff for the Saturday Evening Post don't know any more about real battle than they do about fucking. And we have the best teamwe have the finest food and equipment, the best spirit and the best men in the world. Why, by God, I actually pity these poor bastards we're going up against. All the real heroes are not storybook combat fighters. Every single man in the army plays a vital role. So don't ever let up. Don't ever think that your job is unimportant. What if every truck driver decided that he didn't like the whine of the shells and turned yellow and jumped headlong into a ditch? That cowardly bastard could say to himself, 'Hell, they won't miss me, just one man in thousands.' What if every man said that? Where in the hell would we be then? No, thank God, Americans don't say that. Every man does his job. Every man is important. The ordnance men are needed to supply the guns, the quartermaster is needed to bring up the food and clothes for us because where we are going there isn't a hell of a lot to steal. Every last damn man in the mess hall, even the one who boils the water to keep us from getting the GI shits, has a job to do. Each man must think not only of himself, but think of his buddy fighting alongside him. We don't want yellow cowards in the army. They should be killed off like flies. If not, they will go back home after the war, goddamn cowards, and breed more cowards. The brave men will breed more brave men. Kill off the goddamn cowards and we'll have a nation of brave men. One of the bravest men I saw in the African campaign was on a telegraph pole in the midst of furious fire while we were moving toward Tunis. I stopped and asked him what the hell he was doing up there. He answered, 'Fixing the wire, sir.' 'Isn't it a little unhealthy up there right now?' I asked. 'Yes sir, but this goddamn wire has got to be fixed.' I asked, 'Don't those planes strafing the road bother you?' And he answered, 'No sir, but you sure as hell do.' Now, there was a real soldier. A real man. A man who devoted all he had to his duty, no matter how great the odds, no matter how seemingly insignificant his duty appeared at the time. And you should have seen the trucks on the road to Gabs. Those drivers were magnificent. All day and all night they crawled along those son-of-a-bitch roads, never stopping, never deviating from their course with shells bursting all around them. Many of the men drove over 40 consecutive hours. We got through on good old American guts. These were not combat men. But they were soldiers with a job to do. They were part of a team. Without them the fight would have been lost. Sure, we all want to go home. We want to get this war over with. But you can't win a war lying down. The quickest way to get it over with is to get the bastards who started it. We want to get the hell over there and clean the goddamn thing up, and then get at those purple-pissing Japs. The quicker they are whipped, the quicker we go home. The shortest way home is through Berlin and Tokyo. So keep moving. And when we get to Berlin, I am personally going to shoot that paper-hanging son-of-a-bitch Hitler. When a man is lying in a shell hole, if he just stays there all day, a Boche will get him eventually. The hell with that. My men don't dig foxholes. Foxholes only slow up an offensive. Keep moving. We'll win this war, but we'll win it only by fighting and showing the Germans that we've got more guts than they have or ever will have. We're not just going to shoot the bastards, we're going to rip out their living goddamned guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We're going to murder those lousy Hun cocksuckers by the bushel-fucking-basket. Some of you men are wondering whether or not you'll chicken out under fire. Don't worry about it. I can assure you that you'll all do your duty. War is a bloody business, a killing business. The Nazis are the enemy. Wade into them, spill their blood or they will spill yours. Shoot them in the guts. Rip open their belly. When shells are hitting all around you and you wipe the dirt from your face and you realize that it's not dirt, it's the blood and gut of what was once your best friend, you'll know what to do. I don't want any messages saying 'I'm holding my position.' We're not holding a goddamned thing. We're advancing constantly and we're not interested in holding anything except the enemy's balls. We're going to hold him by his balls and we're going to kick him in the ass; twist his balls and kick the living shit out of him all the time. Our plan of operation is to advance and keep on advancing. We're going to go through the enemy like shit through a tinhorn. There will be some complaints that we're pushing our people too hard. I don't give a damn about such complaints. I believe that an ounce of sweat will save a gallon of blood. The harder we push, the more Germans we kill. The more Germans we kill, the fewer of our men will be killed. Pushing harder means fewer casualties. I want you all to remember that. My men don't surrender. I don't want to hear of any soldier under my command being captured unless he is hit. Even if you are hit, you can still fight. That's not just bullshit either. I want men like the lieutenant in Libya who, with a Luger against his chest, swept aside the gun with his hand, jerked his helmet off with the other and busted the hell out of the Boche with the helmet. Then he picked up the gun and he killed another German. All this time the man had a bullet through his lung. That's a man for you! Don't forget, you don't know I'm here at all. No word of that fact is to be mentioned in any letters. The world is not supposed to know what the hell they did with me. I'm not supposed to be commanding this army. I'm not even supposed to be in England. Let the first bastards to find out be the goddamned Germans. Some day, I want them to rise up on their piss-soaked hind legs and howl 'Ach! It's the goddamned Third Army and that son-of-a-bitch Patton again!' Then there's one thing you men will be able to say when this war is over and you get back home. Thirty years from now when you're sitting by your fireside with your grandson on your knee and he asks, 'What did you do in the great World War Two?' You won't have to cough and say, 'Well, your granddaddy shoveled shit in Louisiana.' No sir, you can look him straight in the eye and say 'Son, your granddaddy rode with the great Third Army and a son-of-a-goddamned-bitch named George Patton! All right, you sons of bitches. You know how I feel. I'll be proud to lead you wonderful guys in battle any time, anywhere. That's all. 文章: 平和の祈りをこめて アラン・ホワイトによると、ロンドンから移動する前日にジョン・レノンから電話があって、「先日、君の演奏を見た。明日に移動してカナダでライヴをやるんだけど、俺のバンドで叩かないか?」と言われている。ホワイト本人はまだセミ・プロであったために、誰かのいたずら電話だと思いながらも、ヒースロー空港のVIPラウンジに行ってみると、そこにはレノン本人とエリック・クラプトンが待っていたと言う。トロントへ向かう機内で、レノンとクラプトンがギターを弾き、ホワイトはドラムのスティックで座席の背もたれを叩いてリハーサルをした。 イギリス、アメリカの初版LPには、1970年のカレンダーが付属していた。 1995年にCD化。リミックスされ、ブックレットは1995年版カレンダーにアップ・デートされた。 文章: スティーヴン・パーシー ソロ 文章: カンパニー (ミュージカル) ロバートの男友達は全員、彼の縛られていない(コミットメントから自由な)立場をとてもうらやましいと思っているが、それぞれがロバートにとって完璧な相手を探していたことを知った。("Have I Got a Girl For You”) しかしロバートは、彼の結婚している女友達全員のいいところを兼ね備えた誰かを待っていた。("Someone is Waiting”) ロバートは3人のガールフレンドと小さな公園で3つの別々の機会に出会う。それは混み合っていて、不正直で、気配りに欠けていて、それでもどういうわけか素敵で、まるでマルタの歌う街の歌のようだった。("Another Hundred People”) ロバートはまず、機転の利かない航空会社の客室乗務員のエイプリルと知り合う。 文章: Pray/Get Into A Groove 『Pray/Get Into A Groove』(プレイ / ゲット・イントゥ・ア・グルーヴ)は、日本の音楽グループEvery Little Thingの13枚目のシングル。 文章: ア・ソング・フォー・ユー 「ア・ソング・フォー・ユー」は、アメリカ合衆国のシンガーソングライター、レオン・ラッセルが1970年のアルバム『レオン・ラッセル』で発表した楽曲。間もなく他のアーティストに数多くカバーされるようになった。邦題は「ソング・フォー・ユー」と記述されることもある。 文章: Thou 同時代の作家と同様に、ウィリアム・シェイクスピアは thou を(フランス式に)親しみを表わすためと地位の違いを強調するために使用するが、この単語の使用は決して一貫してはおらず、友人や恋人達は互いに thou と呼び合うのと同じくらい、時々互いに ye あるいは you と呼び合う。これらは意味を汲み取れることもあるが、大抵は一見したところ無作為である。 例えば、『ヘンリー四世』からの以下の一節において、シェイクスピアはヘンリーに対して両方の表現を使うフォルスタッフを登場させている。最初は寝起きに混乱して「you」を使い、その後にくつろいで親しみのある「thou」に切り替える。 王子: Thou art so fat-witted with drinking of old sack, and unbuttoning thee after supper, and sleeping upon benches after noon, that thou hast forgotten to demand that truly which thou wouldest truly know. What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the day? ... フォルスタッフ: Indeed, you come near me now, Hal ... And, I prithee, sweet wag, when thou art a king, as God save thy Grace Majesty, I should say; for grace thou wilt have none 文章: Light prayer 作詞:内村友美 作曲:school food punishment・江口亮 文章: ファウンド・ポエトリー 公人のスピーチをファウンド・ポエトリーにした他の例にフィル・リズートの野球の実況放送がある。リズートは約40年間ニューヨーク・ヤンキースの実況アナウンサーを務めたが、時々あった散漫なコメントあるいは支離滅裂なコメントを、ハート・シーリーとトム・ペイヤーが集め、再フォーマットして『O Holy Cow!: The Selected Verse of Phil Rizzuto』(1993) を出版した。下記の詩は、ヤンキースの捕手サーマン・マンソンが飛行機事故で亡くなったことに対するリズートの思いである。 "The Man in the Moon" The Yankees have had a traumatic four days. Actually five days. That terrible crash with Thurman Munson. To go through all that agony, And then today, You and I along with the rest of the team Flew to Canton for the services, And the family... Very upset. You know, it might, It might sound a little corny. But we have the most beautiful full moon tonight. And the crowd, Enjoying whatever is going on right now. They say it might sound corny, But to me it's like some kind of a, Like an omen. Both the moon and Thurman Munson, Both ascending up into heaven. I just can't get it out of my mind. I just saw the full moon, And it just reminded me of Thurman Munson, And that's it. ウェブサイト「Verbatim Poetry」は2009年3月からファウンド・ポエムを掲載していた。詩はありふれたところにあると強調し、自由詩と同様にソネット集のような伝統的な詩形も利用している。 文章: ビョーク 以下は原文: few years ago doctors found a vocal polyp on me chords ... i decided to go the natural way and for 4 years did stretches and tackled it with different foods and what not . then they discovered better technology and i got tempted into hi tech lazer stuff and i have to say , in my case anyway : surgery rocks ! i stayed quiet for 3 weeks and then started singing and definitely feel like my chords are as good as pre nodule ! it s been very satisfying to sing all them clear notes again . im sorry i had to cancel stuff earlier in the year , didnt want to talk about this until i knew for sure if it would work . so looking forward to singing for you in 2013 文章: ささやかな祈り 『ささやかな祈り』(ささやかないのり)は、日本の音楽グループEvery Little Thingの21枚目のシングル。2002年8月16日発売。