alan jones Gilbert & Sullivan operas all contain at least one tongue twisting song. This must be the most difficult one to sing out of all of them. John Reed was an expert, I saw him as the Lord Chancellor in Iolanthe nearly 40 years ago & as I remember, he delivered this one brilliantly. The operas like Iolanthe get overlooked because everybody automatically thinks of The Pirates Of Penzance whenever Gilbert & Sullivan get mentioned. A good opera yes, but bettered by Iolanthe, Yoemen of the Guard & Ruddigore?
@@walrusassociation9317 of course it is, please forgive the error. I typed it in first thing this morning while trying to eat breakfast before going to work while being harassed by my cat. Truth be told, I'm not really up to speed with HMS Pinafore. Not my favourite one by G & S & it's been years since I saw it last. The worst tongue twister amongst their masterpieces must be in Ruddigore with the ' Matter' song.
Lyrics: (Recitative) Love, unrequited, robs me of my rest: Love, hopeless love, my ardent soul encumbers: Love, nightmare-like, lies heavy on my chest And weaves itself into my midnight slumbers! (Song) When you're lying awake With a dismal headache And repose is taboo'd by anxiety I conceive you may use Any language you choose To indulge in, without impropriety; For your brain is on fire The bedclothes conspire Of usual slumber to plunder you: First your counterpane goes And uncovers your toes And your sheet slips demurely from under you; Then the blanketing tickles You feel like mixed pickles So terribly sharp is the pricking And you're hot, and you're cross And you tumble and toss Till there's nothing ‘twixt you and the ticking Then the bedclothes all creep To the ground in a heap And you pick 'em all up in a tangle; Next your pillow resigns And politely declines To remain at its usual angle! Well, you get some repose In the form of a doze With hot eyeballs and head ever aching But your slumbering teems With such horrible dreams That you'd very much better be waking; For you dream you are crossing The Channel, and tossing About in a steamer from Harwich Which is something between A large bathing machine And a very small second-class carriage And you're giving a treat (Penny ice and cold meat) To a party of friends and relations They're a ravenous horde And they all came on board At Sloane Square and South Kensington Stations And bound on that journey You find your attorney (Who started that morning from Devon); He's a bit undersized And you don't feel surprised When he tells you he's only eleven Well, you're driving like mad With this singular lad (By the by, the ship's now a four-wheeler) And you're playing round games And he calls you bad names When you tell him that "ties pay the dealer"; But this you can't stand So you throw up your hand And you find you're as cold as an icicle In your shirt and your socks (The black silk with gold clocks) Crossing Salisbury Plain on a bicycle: And he and the crew Are on bicycles too Which they've somehow or other invested in And he's telling the tars All the particulars Of a company he's interested in It's a scheme of devices To get at low prices All goods from cough mixtures to cables (Which tickled the sailors) By treating retailers As though they were all vegetables You get a good spadesman To plant a small tradesman (First take off his boots with a boot-tree) And his legs will take root And his fingers will shoot And they'll blossom and bud like a fruit-tree From the greengrocer tree You get grapes and green pea Cauliflower, pineapple, and cranberries While the pastry-cook plant Cherry brandy will grant Apple puffs, and three corners, and Banburys The shares are a penny And ever so many Are taken by Rothschild and Baring And just as a few Are allotted to you You awake with a shudder despairing You're a regular wreck With a crick in your neck And no wonder you snore For your head's on the floor And you've needles and pins From your soles to your shins And your flesh is a-creep For your left leg's asleep And you've cramp in your toes And a fly on your nose And some fluff in your lung And a feverish tongue And a thirst that's intense And a general sense That you haven't been sleeping in clover; But the darkness has passed And it's daylight at last And the night has been long Ditto, ditto my song And thank goodness they're both of them over!
Dave Ross performed this a lot more recently, and he has improved wonderfully with time: a little older, a little better looking, and just amazing. It is also staged more interestingly. It is available on DVD.
it is known as the 'Nightmare Song' in no small part to the extremely challenging lyrics. Non-fricative plosives (k, p, s, t, etc.) present the greatest of challenges to the even the most experienced singer. 'Black silk with gold clocks'...I think he managed exceptionally well, and his stage presence with acting gives an excellent performance to the role of the Lord Chancellor
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He was so good. I had the privilege of performing with him for many years in Seattle.
Dave Ross is a thing to see in person. I'm so glad I got to see him perform multipul times
What an excellent performance with crystal clear words. How lucky you are to have such a superb orchestra.
That’s the Washingtonian accent for you!
From o'er here in England, to Mr Ross and co.....brilliant version!! Well done.
I saw John Read perform this in 1965 Liverpool Empire uk . Cant understand why it's not more popular . Well performed
alan jones Gilbert & Sullivan operas all contain at least one tongue twisting song. This must be the most difficult one to sing out of all of them. John Reed was an expert, I saw him as the Lord Chancellor in Iolanthe nearly 40 years ago & as I remember, he delivered this one brilliantly. The operas like Iolanthe get overlooked because everybody automatically thinks of The Pirates Of Penzance whenever Gilbert & Sullivan get mentioned. A good opera yes, but bettered by Iolanthe, Yoemen of the Guard & Ruddigore?
@@anitamason1325 Is there one in HMS Pinafore?
@@walrusassociation9317 I think it would be 'I am the Very Model of A Modern Major General'.
@@anitamason1325 That's from The Pirates of Penzance.
@@walrusassociation9317 of course it is, please forgive the error. I typed it in first thing this morning while trying to eat breakfast before going to work while being harassed by my cat. Truth be told, I'm not really up to speed with HMS Pinafore. Not my favourite one by G & S & it's been years since I saw it last. The worst tongue twister amongst their masterpieces must be in Ruddigore with the ' Matter' song.
Marvelous performance!
this is simply fantastic
The Washingtonian accent is by far the most discernible accent in English language. This is the most articulated performance I’ve ever seen.
Excellent
Two thumbs up...a performance both precisely executed and wonderfully connected.
Lyrics:
(Recitative)
Love, unrequited, robs me of my rest:
Love, hopeless love, my ardent soul encumbers:
Love, nightmare-like, lies heavy on my chest
And weaves itself into my midnight slumbers!
(Song)
When you're lying awake
With a dismal headache
And repose is taboo'd by anxiety
I conceive you may use
Any language you choose
To indulge in, without impropriety;
For your brain is on fire
The bedclothes conspire
Of usual slumber to plunder you:
First your counterpane goes
And uncovers your toes
And your sheet slips demurely from under you;
Then the blanketing tickles
You feel like mixed pickles
So terribly sharp is the pricking
And you're hot, and you're cross
And you tumble and toss
Till there's nothing ‘twixt you and the ticking
Then the bedclothes all creep
To the ground in a heap
And you pick 'em all up in a tangle;
Next your pillow resigns
And politely declines
To remain at its usual angle!
Well, you get some repose
In the form of a doze
With hot eyeballs and head ever aching
But your slumbering teems
With such horrible dreams
That you'd very much better be waking;
For you dream you are crossing
The Channel, and tossing
About in a steamer from Harwich
Which is something between
A large bathing machine
And a very small second-class carriage
And you're giving a treat
(Penny ice and cold meat)
To a party of friends and relations
They're a ravenous horde
And they all came on board
At Sloane Square and South Kensington Stations
And bound on that journey
You find your attorney
(Who started that morning from Devon);
He's a bit undersized
And you don't feel surprised
When he tells you he's only eleven
Well, you're driving like mad
With this singular lad
(By the by, the ship's now a four-wheeler)
And you're playing round games
And he calls you bad names
When you tell him that "ties pay the dealer";
But this you can't stand
So you throw up your hand
And you find you're as cold as an icicle
In your shirt and your socks
(The black silk with gold clocks)
Crossing Salisbury Plain on a bicycle:
And he and the crew
Are on bicycles too
Which they've somehow or other invested in
And he's telling the tars
All the particulars
Of a company he's interested in
It's a scheme of devices
To get at low prices
All goods from cough mixtures to cables
(Which tickled the sailors)
By treating retailers
As though they were all vegetables
You get a good spadesman
To plant a small tradesman
(First take off his boots with a boot-tree)
And his legs will take root
And his fingers will shoot
And they'll blossom and bud like a fruit-tree
From the greengrocer tree
You get grapes and green pea
Cauliflower, pineapple, and cranberries
While the pastry-cook plant
Cherry brandy will grant
Apple puffs, and three corners, and Banburys
The shares are a penny
And ever so many
Are taken by Rothschild and Baring
And just as a few
Are allotted to you
You awake with a shudder despairing
You're a regular wreck
With a crick in your neck
And no wonder you snore
For your head's on the floor
And you've needles and pins
From your soles to your shins
And your flesh is a-creep
For your left leg's asleep
And you've cramp in your toes
And a fly on your nose
And some fluff in your lung
And a feverish tongue
And a thirst that's intense
And a general sense
That you haven't been sleeping in clover;
But the darkness has passed
And it's daylight at last
And the night has been long
Ditto, ditto my song
And thank goodness they're both of them over!
Dave Ross performed this a lot more recently, and he has improved wonderfully with time: a little older, a little better looking, and just amazing. It is also staged more interestingly. It is available on DVD.
Everything he does is great.
Spot on!
Love the gestures. "When you're lying awake with a dismal headache and repose is tabooed by anxiety"
I could actually remember the words after at least 60 years. I think I knew most of the score.....
Believe it or not, this song has been recorded by Danny Kaye, Mandy Patinkin and Todd Rundgrenn.
Possibly the only thing they have in common.
These lyrics relate to every Englishman
I dunno who this is but they totally ripped off Todd Rundgren
:^)
Todd Rundgren is awful.
LOL
@@DanJB_9701 LOL
This is the Great Dave Ross, not even his best performance as the Lord Chancellor. He's just...fantastic.
not bad except you cant understand most of his words
I can understand every word, the diction is actually superb, with a great orchestra under an excellent baton.
it is known as the 'Nightmare Song' in no small part to the extremely challenging lyrics. Non-fricative plosives (k, p, s, t, etc.) present the greatest of challenges to the even the most experienced singer. 'Black silk with gold clocks'...I think he managed exceptionally well, and his stage presence with acting gives an excellent performance to the role of the Lord Chancellor