MARIA MAIZKURRENA'S BLOG, FEATURING BILBAO AS A REAL AND UNREAL CITY . STREETS AND PLACES, PEOPLE AND EVENTS, A BIT OF LITERATURE

4.23.2011

Bilbao Song





Please, come into the Mudcat Cafe, which is not in Bilbao,
but in the Internet, to know about the BILBAO SONG

But wait, you don't need to go there to start reading...


THE BILBAO SONG

That old Bilbao moon, I won't forget it soon
That old Bilbao moon, just like a big balloon
That old Bilbao moon would rise above the dune
While Tony's Beach Saloon rocked with an old-time tune
We'd sing a song the whole night long and I can still recall
Those were the greatest (those were the greatest)
Those were the greatest (those were the greatest)
Those were the greatest nights of them all

No paint was on the door (no paint was on the door)
The grass grew through the floor (the grass grew through the floor)
Of Tony's Two By Four (of Tony's Two By Four)
On the Bilbao shore (on the Bilbao shore)
But there were friends galore (howdy do, howdy do)
And there was beer to pour (chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug)
And moonlight on the shore (and the moon shines above)
That old Bilbao shore (on the shore, not the floor)
We'd sing all night with all our might and I can still recall
Those were the greatest (those were the greatest)
Those were the greatest (those were the greatest)
Those were the greatest nights of them all

Those old Bilbao guys, They loved to harmonize,
Who stopped to realize How fast the summer flies!
The moon was on the rise, We'd catch the ladies' eyes
And whisper Spanish lies, They never did get wise.
We'd sing a song the whole night long and I can still recall
Those were the greatest
Those were the greatest
Those were the greatest nights of them all

That old Bilbao moon, I won't forget it soon
That old Bilbao moon, just like a big balloon
That old Bilbao moon would rise above the dune
While Tony's Beach Saloon rocked with an old-time tune
We'd sing all night with all our might and I can still recall
Those were the greatest (those were the greatest)
Those were the greatest (those were the greatest)
Those were the greatest nights of them all


Transcribed by Ronald E. Hontz

Original Lyrics and Music by Bertolt Brecht and Kurt Weill in the 1929 German musical "Happy End." Johnny Mercer added new lyrics.
(Title is often mistaken to be "Bill Bower Moon"). Bilbao is a city on the Bay of Biscay on the north coast of Spain.


BILBAO SONG (Happy End)
Sung by Marianne Faithful

Bill's beer hall in Bilbao, Bilbao, Bilbao,
Was the most fantastic place I've ever known;
For just a dollar you'd get all you wanted,
All you wanted, all you wanted,
Of whatever kind of joy you called your own,
But if you had been around to see the fun,
Well, I don't know, you might not like what you'd've seen;
The stools at the bar were damp with rye,
On the dance floor the grass grew high,
Through the roof the moon was shining green
And the music really gave you some return on what you paid.

That old Bilbao
Down where we used to go
Da da da da da...
I can't remember the words,
Da da da da da da
It was so long ago.
I don't know if it would have brought you joy or grief, but
It was fantastic
It was fantastic
It was fantastic
Beyond belief.

Bill's beer hall in Bilbao, Bilbao, Bilbao,
Came a day the end of May in 1908,
Four guys from Bristol came with sacks of coal dust,
Sacks of coal dust, sacks of coal dust,
And the time they showed us was really great,
But if you had ben around to see the fun,
Well, I don't know, you might not like what you'd've seen,
The brandy bottles smashing through the air
And the chairs flying everywhere,
Through the roof the moon's still shining green,
*And those fog eyes all going crazy with their pistols blazing high;
Think you can stop 'em? Well, go ahead and try!

That ol' Bilbao
Down where we used to go,
Casting its golden glow;
That ol' Bilbao,
Why does it haunt me so?
I don't know if it would have brought you joy or grief, but
It was fantastic
It was fantastic
It was fantastic
Beyond belief.

Bill's beer hall in Bilbao, Bilbao, Bilbao,
Now they've cleaned it up and made it middle class
With potted palms and aspree;
Very bourgeois, very bourgeois,
Just another place to put your ass,
But if you could come round to see the fun,
Well, I don't know, you might not find it such a strain,
Ha, they've cleaned up all the booze and broken glass,
On parquet floors you can't grow grass,
They've shut the green moon out because of rain
And the music makes you cringe now when you think of what you paid.
Hey Joe, play that ol' song they always played-
That ol' Bilbao
Casting its golden glow,
That ol' Bilbao moon,
Love never laid me low.
That ol' Bilbao,
Why does it **hurt me so?
I don't know if it would have brought you joy or grief, but
It was fantastic
It was fantastic
It was fantastic
Beyond belief.
So long ago.

The Brecht-Weill song, as sung in "September Songs, Music of Kurt Weill," cover by Marianne Faithfull, and originally sung on Broadway, in "Happy End," 1929. Lotte Lenya recorded it in 1930.


From THE MUDCAT CAFE

Go there if you can read the original lyrics in German
and also to get more information on the English versions

4.06.2011

Moon of Bilbao

One night I took my dog out under the full moon. My dog is a red and white setter and he’s quite friendly towards strangers, though not at night. Still, he wasn’t frightened when a stranger came near. I could see this stranger approaching for quite a long time, from quite a long distance, and unlike my dog I was a bit frightened because it looked as if he was moving directly towards me. And he was. He was trying to reach the woman with the setter whose white coat almost glittered in the light of the street lamps.
The night was calm and the streets deserted. I don’t remember the weather or the month of the year. I don’t even remember the year. I only remember the full moon in the dark sky and the stranger coming towards me and stopping in front of me and saying:
–Do you speak English?
–A little –I replied.
He seemed disappointed. But still, he asked for some directions. Shy as I am, I did my best to show him the way speaking English, which I hadn’t done for years. He was a tall, good looking man, but I can’t remember his face. Time has bitten it away from my memory. He thanked me and went walking under the lime trees. The lime trees had leaves, so it wasn’t winter. The Englishman was looking for his hotel, but he wasn’t coming from a part of the city where you would expect a tourist to come from. I wonder what he was doing or how he got lost. I sent him right to the statue of the Sacred Heart that points to the Gran Via, the Main Street of the city, blessing it with his right hand. In good or stormy weather, night and day, the Sacred Heart of Jesus shows lonely foreigners how to get to Plaza Moyua, near from which the Guggenheim Museum can be seeing shinning at the end of a street. The park runs along this part of the Gran Via, between the Sacred Heart plaza and the Moyua plaza, at the other side of the houses that form the northern facade of the road.
I never saw that man again. He came walking in the light of the moon and he went away walking in the light of the moon. The moon of Bilbao, you see.