A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread, and Thou

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hope that Peter Schickele can pull us into the ending of Fun Drive this next hour. We need to count on our listeners, and we'll also count on Peter Schickele. You can count on me. Here's the theme.
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Hello there, I'm Peter Schickele, and this is Schickele Mix, a program dedicated to the proposition that all musics are created equal. Or as Duke Ellington put it, if it sounds good, it is good. And on this special Membership Drive edition of the show, I'd like to give special thanks for the fact that our bills are paid by the Corporation for Public Broadcasting and also by this terrific radio station and its members, which means you. And if it doesn't mean you, you ought to do something about that.
You know, after a hard day of doing whatever it is I do, I like to settle down in front of the fireplace, turn on the VCR with the two-hour cassette showing logs burning, put my feet up on the dog and crack open my face, and I'm ready to go to bed. The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. In the Edward Fitzgerald translation, of course. I prefer the fourth edition of 1879. It's more graceful and, let's face it, a lot closer to the original. And I guess my favorite place is the part that goes, A book of verses underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread, And thou beside me singing in the wilderness, O wilderness, where paradise enounds.
Enow.
Enow is a poetical word meaning enough. It's used when you mean enough, but you want it to rhyme with bow and thou. And I've taken the second line of that verse as the title of today's show. A jug of wine, a loaf of bread, and thou. These are a few of my favorite things. Although I must say, when it comes to the first one, that although I enjoy a glass of good wine as much as the next North Dakotan, I don't find myself fantasizing. about wine, the way I do about the malted milks at the drugstore on the square in Jackson, Wyoming.
Be that as it may, our first suite is called A Jug of Wine. It contains three grape-related songs, the first of which is in German. I won't read all of the words, but they start, Go and order the best wine, Away with the cold, with serious and melancholy thoughts. You are surrounded here by friends, And our glasses shall be filled with gladness. Here comes the first.
Long live all beautiful eyes. I'll be back in about eight minutes.
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I don't like a sweet kiss that unites true love and youth.
If not for the long end of friendship, if not for the long end of friendship, if not for the long end of friendship, if not for the long end of friendship, I can prove that the heart of the greatest man, the Syrah, tells you, if not for the brotherly joke of the stranger with the great mouse,
the hope of the young girl, the joy of the young girl's lover, the old faithfulness of the German breast, gather together here and give me a kiss.
the old faithfulness of the German breast, gather together here and give me a kiss.
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Kisses sweeter than wine.
Kisses sweeter than wine. When I was a young man and never been kissed, I got to thinking over what I had missed. Got me a girl, I kissed her and she was mine. Then, oh Lord, I kissed her again. Oh, kisses sweeter than wine.
Kisses sweeter than wine. He asked me would I marry and be his sweet wife and we would be so happy all of our life.
He begged and he pleaded like a natural man, I gave him my hand. Oh, kisses sweeter than wine.
Kisses sweeter than wine.
I worked mighty hard and so did my wife, working hand in hand to make a good life. Corn in the field and wheat in the bin, I was, oh Lord, the father of twins.
Oh, kisses sweeter than wine. Oh, kisses sweeter than wine.
We hipp niet?
Our children numbered just about four.
They all had sweethearts, they're knockin' on the door. They all got married, they didn't hesitate. I was, oh Lord, the grandmother of eight.
Oh, kisses sweeter than wine. Kisses sweeter than wine.
Now we are old and ready to go. We get to thinkin' what happened a long time ago We had a lot of kids, trouble and pain
But, oh lord, we'd do it again Oh, kisses sweeter than wine
Oh, kisses sweeter than wine
Kisses sweeter than wine
Rosy wine and ruddy cheek Turn by turn I love, I love Yet from each to know I seek
Which the best will prove Which the best will prove Tell me which is truly mine Ruddy cheek or rosy wine Tell me which is truly mine
Ruddy cheek or rosy wine
As I taste the ruby juice Come are all my cares
My cares
Monarchs ne'er could me induce States to change with theirs States to change with theirs
Then I think more truly mine Generous friend, the rosy wine Then I think more truly mine Generous friend, the rosy wine
As I gaze on beauty's face Trouble fills my breast
Trouble fills my breast
At the faults that in my place Others may find rest Others may find rest
Tell me which is truly mine Ruddy cheek or rosy wine Tell me which is truly mine
Ruddy cheek or rosy wine
Wine is tongueless, honest, fair Ready to release Ready to release Suffering soul from carking care
Ready to release
Woman may deceive Woman may deceive Spite of all their sweets I'll sip
Rosie wine and ruddy lip
Spite of all their sweets I'll sip
Rosie wine and ruddy lip
Rosie wine and ruddy lip Rosie wine and ruddy lip
A Jug of Wine We began with something by Telamon. It was a drinking song from 24 serious and light-hearted odes.
It was a drinking song from 24 serious and light-hearted odes.
And then The Weavers From The Weavers greatest hits singing Kisses Sweeter than Wine. And then finally The King's Singers singing Let Maids Be False, so wine by true it says by true seems to me it should be be true but that's what it says and that was by Sir George Martin who died in 1916 so I guess he isn't the one who worked with the Beatles now I've done something special for today's show I've composed a piece of music especially for this program hey how often does that happen on your typical radio show huh what it is is a round and it's a four-part round you see I made it four parts because the four parts represent the four sources of funding in public radio corporation foundation government and membership the listeners so you can't hear the complete piece as it's meant to be heard without all four parts do you see the the symbolism there it takes all well you get it anyway here's how it goes I'll get my pitch from the authentic instrument here
so here's the melody
every dollar counts every dollar counts
yes now I hope you'll listen carefully to that and try to learn it because it
won't be complete without you the listener every dollar counts every
dollar counts
yes now what I want to hear from you today is this one is what I want to hear you to do is see if I can find some other people around the station to sing it with me. It may not be that easy because everyone's very busy manning and womaning the telephones right now, but I'm going to try. In the meantime, here's someone who can tell you how to get rid of that pesky extra cash you have lying around the house. Peter Schickele here with the middle segment of today's Schickele Mix. This show is called A Jug of Wine, A Loaf of Bread, and Thou. Now, I'm afraid that I haven't had much success in finding singing partners here. Everybody's extremely...
Oh my goodness, it's the phone. Hello? Hello, can I talk to the host? This is Peter Schickele. Hey, I just want to tell you how much I love your program. It's really great. Well, thank you very much. Seriously, I think it's probably the best thing on radio today. Or not even just today, the best thing on radio ever. Well, I appreciate that. And I also want to say that I've got a very
good friend here. He's a great guy. He's a great guy. He's a great guy. He's a great guy. He's a
good musical memory, and I'll be glad to sing that round with you. What, over the phone? Sure, why not? Well, I mean... Here, here, let me sing it, and you tell me if it's right.
Every dollar counts. Every dollar counts. Yes. That's very impressive. You want me to start, or do you want to start? Well, okay, you start. How many times through? Well, let's do three. You got it.
Every dollar counts. Every dollar counts. Every dollar counts. Yes. Every dollar counts. Yes.
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Hey, look, when you get two other folks for the other parts, just say the word, and I'll get back on the phone with you, and we can nail this sucker.
Okay, I'll remember that. Bye now. Goodbye. Well, I think that's the first time I've ever sung a round with somebody over the phone.
Nice guy. But that's still only two out of the four parts. I hope I can find some other people so we can hear the whole thing. In the meantime, we've covered a jug of wine. Let's move on to a loaf of bread. Bread, of course, can stand for food in general, which is why I'm here. What it does in the title of our next suite, A Loaf of Bread. This suite comes from another shickly mix program called You Are, and you sing about what you eat. It has three numbers and lasts about nine and a half minutes.
Is it worth the waiting for? If we live till 84, all we ever get is cruel wealth. Every day we say our prayer. Will they change the bill of fare? Still we get the bill of fare. Will they change the bill of fare? Will they change the bill of fare?
The same old cruel wealth. There's not a cross, not a crumb. Can we find? Can we beg? Can we borrow a catch? But there's nothing to stop us from getting a thrill when we all close our eyes
and imagine food, glorious food, pork, sausage, and mustard.
Whoa, we're in the mood. Cold jelly and custard. Cool. Peas, pudding, and saveloys. What next is the question?
Great gentlemen have a voice. In nine, yes, can. Food, glorious food.
We're anxious to try it. Three Bangles a day. Our favorite diet. Just think of our brain we sit. Rhybros in our suit. Our food. Food.
Food. Glorious food.
Food, glorious food. What is the more handsom? Don't swallow, don't chew, still worth the game's ransom! What is it we dream about? What brings on a sigh? Piled peaches and dream about six feet high!
Flucorious food, each fried through the menu Just loosen your belt, two inches and then you Work up a new appetite, in this new balloon head food!
Glorious food, don't care what it looks like
But I'm the dog food, don't care what it looks like Just thinking of growing fat, a sense of slow release
One moment of knowing that, food! Glorious food!
What is it we give for? That extra bit more That's all that we give for Why should we be faint and drool?
Do nothing but drool, I'm food! Magic dog food! Wonderful food! Smuggling food! Beautiful food!
Glorious food! I've been leaving on my things So in the morning when the moon is up And the morning bird sings There's still dinner on my dinner
Check it till the dinner bell rings
Experimenting dog Silently taking control Waiting for the dinner bell to do the bell thing
Dinner bell, dinner bell ring
I've been leaving on my things
So in the morning when the morning bird sings
There's still dinner on my dinner Check it till the dinner bell rings
Experimenting dog I don't want a pizza, I don't want a pizza, peanut brittle I don't want a pear, I don't want a bagel, I don't want a peanut I wouldn't like a bag of beet for a beer
Or a cup of chowder, corn cake or cream cauliflower Cause I'm waiting for the dinner bell to do the bell thing Dinner bell, dinner bell ring
Show the plastic bell book I'm poor on screen Dinner bell, dinner bell ring Experimenting dog I don't know whether I'd rather be having a bottle of vinegar
I don't know whether I'd rather be having an egg I don't know whether I'd rather be having an offer of bacon Or whether I'd rather be having a basket of garlic bread I don't know whether I'd rather be having some pie Or saving my appetite Cause I'm waiting for the dinner bell to do the bell thing
Dinner bell, dinner bell ring I've been leaving on my things So in the morning when the morning bird sings There's still dinner on my dinner
Jacket till the dinner bell does the bell thing Dinner bell, dinner bell do the bell thing I'm waiting for the dinner bell to do the bell thing Dinner bell, dinner bell ding ding ding Waiting for the dinner bell to do the bell thing Dinner bell, dinner bell ding ding ding Waiting for the dinner bell to do the bell thing Dinner bell, dinner bell ding
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Hawks and crows do lots of things But the canary only sings She is a courtesan on wings
So I've heard
Eagles and storks are twice as strong All the canary knows is song But the canary gets along Gilded bird
Sing for your supper and you'll get breakfast Some birds always eat If their song is sweet to hear
Sing for your luncheon and you'll get dinner Dine with wine of choice If romance is in your voice
I heard from a wise canary Drilling makes a fellow willing So little swallow, swallow now
Now is the time to sing for your supper And you'll get breakfast Some birds are not dumb They don't buy a crumb of bread
It's said, so sing and you'll be fed Sing for your supper and you'll get breakfast Some birds always eat If their song is sweet to hear Sing for your luncheon and you'll get dinner Dine with wine of choice If romance is in your voice I heard from a wise canary
Drilling makes a fellow willing So little swallow, swallow now I heard from a wise canary So little swallow, swallow now Now is the time to sing for your supper And you'll get breakfast
Some birds are not dumb They don't buy a crumb of bread
It's said, so sing and you'll be fed
Sing for your supper and you'll get breakfast Some birds always eat