Flashbacks of 4th Grade Music Class
Nov. 9th, 2005 11:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tabular_rasaI just realized something.
The fourth movement of The Lieutenant Kije Suite (it WOULD be the fourth . . . ), "Troika," about a sled ride, is totally the tune of a song we sang in fourth grade.
In other words, they took the Prokofiev tune and desecrated it to make 4th graders sing it.
Does anyone else remember that song? You might need to listen to "Troika" to recall the tune (Listen to it on RealPlayer or Listen to it on Windows Media Player). It was called "Troika," then, too (Three-Horse Sleigh . . . it's a Russian thing, apparently, lol . . . ), and the words went as thus followed:
We're riding in our three-horse sleigh today;
The snow is so sparkling and bright!
In our three-horse sleigh,
We'll ride all through the day,
And we'll ride halfway through the night!
(Anyone else think "The snow is so sparkling" is bad grammar? I always did, and Mrs. Johnson always just told me to shut up . . . )
It's a perky, cheery little tune. Obnoxious, with those words. It's okay, in the Lieutenant Kije Suite, because, beneath it, is the eerie death theme of Lieutenant Kije. Yeah . . . so the sinister overpowers. It's like the "Morning Serenade" song in the Romeo and Juliet ballet-- irritating and plucky (an insane overabundance of pizzicato), but a freaky undertone song to add to the yeah-you're-about-to-die mood.
Anyway, those words just ruin it. So now I don't feel bad about bashing some traditional like Russian folk song. The words were fake. Woot!
Man . . . and I remember Lindsey used to LOVE that song. She was obsessive about it. She used to always request it. "Can we sing the Troika song? Please? Please?" I always wanted to strangle her. It was about one step LESS terrible than that "Old Carrion Crow" song that used to make me cry-- the one about the dead pigs and the weeping over their dead mother who wallowed slowly until she died-- so that I would sit there, forced to face everyone as we were in a circle (hey, rather like Japanese class today *is bitter*) as my face grew red and I began to sniffle and tried so hard to hide away my tears, ashamed that I was crying over that stupid song, lol . . .
Anyway, I have come to terms with "Troika" now. Just don't make me sing it. God, that was a retarded song. Prokofiev, you're alright; people who write 4th-grade music books: Go fuck yourselves. You traumatized me as a child.
Lol . . .
Edit (11:25): I've just been, reminded, also, of that Hawaiian fish song Seth picked out one day in second grade, too, lol . . .
It went as thus follows:
My fish he has a mouth;
Here you see it is:
He eats with his mouth;
Here you see it is:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
My fish he is a good fish,
Living in the sea.
The "Aaaaaah" part was actually to the tune of the first verse . . . but it was so random, lol . . .
We never let him live that one down-- though, I must say: Now, I am rather fond of it. Hmm . . .
Edit (11:42 pm): Some ass just wrote to me on my messages on Quizilla:
"your gay and your quizes are too."
I'm just not in the mood to deal with that just now. So I wrote back:
"Thank you, I love you, too.
. . . cuz, you know, quizzes HAVE genders, and therefore can love those of the same gender . . .
Do you have a life?
. . . not that I do . . . but do you, oh most-superior one?
Learn to spell."
Yeah, I'm a bit of bitch today. Leave me alone. This person hasn't even made a quiz; I'm not up for tolerating their meaningless assaninity.
I need to write about 1000 more words for NaNo, tonight . . .
The fourth movement of The Lieutenant Kije Suite (it WOULD be the fourth . . . ), "Troika," about a sled ride, is totally the tune of a song we sang in fourth grade.
In other words, they took the Prokofiev tune and desecrated it to make 4th graders sing it.
Does anyone else remember that song? You might need to listen to "Troika" to recall the tune (Listen to it on RealPlayer or Listen to it on Windows Media Player). It was called "Troika," then, too (Three-Horse Sleigh . . . it's a Russian thing, apparently, lol . . . ), and the words went as thus followed:
We're riding in our three-horse sleigh today;
The snow is so sparkling and bright!
In our three-horse sleigh,
We'll ride all through the day,
And we'll ride halfway through the night!
(Anyone else think "The snow is so sparkling" is bad grammar? I always did, and Mrs. Johnson always just told me to shut up . . . )
It's a perky, cheery little tune. Obnoxious, with those words. It's okay, in the Lieutenant Kije Suite, because, beneath it, is the eerie death theme of Lieutenant Kije. Yeah . . . so the sinister overpowers. It's like the "Morning Serenade" song in the Romeo and Juliet ballet-- irritating and plucky (an insane overabundance of pizzicato), but a freaky undertone song to add to the yeah-you're-about-to-die mood.
Anyway, those words just ruin it. So now I don't feel bad about bashing some traditional like Russian folk song. The words were fake. Woot!
Man . . . and I remember Lindsey used to LOVE that song. She was obsessive about it. She used to always request it. "Can we sing the Troika song? Please? Please?" I always wanted to strangle her. It was about one step LESS terrible than that "Old Carrion Crow" song that used to make me cry-- the one about the dead pigs and the weeping over their dead mother who wallowed slowly until she died-- so that I would sit there, forced to face everyone as we were in a circle (hey, rather like Japanese class today *is bitter*) as my face grew red and I began to sniffle and tried so hard to hide away my tears, ashamed that I was crying over that stupid song, lol . . .
Anyway, I have come to terms with "Troika" now. Just don't make me sing it. God, that was a retarded song. Prokofiev, you're alright; people who write 4th-grade music books: Go fuck yourselves. You traumatized me as a child.
Lol . . .
Edit (11:25): I've just been, reminded, also, of that Hawaiian fish song Seth picked out one day in second grade, too, lol . . .
It went as thus follows:
My fish he has a mouth;
Here you see it is:
He eats with his mouth;
Here you see it is:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
My fish he is a good fish,
Living in the sea.
The "Aaaaaah" part was actually to the tune of the first verse . . . but it was so random, lol . . .
We never let him live that one down-- though, I must say: Now, I am rather fond of it. Hmm . . .
Edit (11:42 pm): Some ass just wrote to me on my messages on Quizilla:
"your gay and your quizes are too."
I'm just not in the mood to deal with that just now. So I wrote back:
"Thank you, I love you, too.
. . . cuz, you know, quizzes HAVE genders, and therefore can love those of the same gender . . .
Do you have a life?
. . . not that I do . . . but do you, oh most-superior one?
Learn to spell."
Yeah, I'm a bit of bitch today. Leave me alone. This person hasn't even made a quiz; I'm not up for tolerating their meaningless assaninity.
I need to write about 1000 more words for NaNo, tonight . . .
