And since I'm anyway on the subject of boxes, remember the cute song that plays for the Zen Estilo advt? Well, that's the one I was searching for on esnips. Found it on Youtube, afterall!
Little boxes on the hillside Little boxes made of ticky tacky Little boxes Little boxes Little boxes all the same There's a green one and a pink one And a blue one and a yellow one And they're all made out of ticky tacky And they all look just the same.
And the people in the houses all go to the university And they all get put in boxes, little boxes all the same And there's doctors and there's lawyers And business executives And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same
And they all play on the golf course and drink their martini dry And they all have pretty children and the children go to school And the children go to summer camp And then to the university And they all get put in boxes, and they all come out the same
And the boys go into business and marry and raise a family And they all get put in boxes, little boxes all the same
There's a green one, and a pink one And a blue one and a yellow one And they're all made out of ticky tacky And they all look just the same.
Yeah, heard me right. Wear sunscreen. It is one of those songs that touch you to the core (yes peeps, me is talking about a song). And for me, it's like a medicine - when things go wrong, when there's frustration all around, events not happening the way you want 'em to, this song puts the faith back into you. If you believe in those words, ofcourse. If you see me at work, headphones on, chances are this very song is playing in a loop for all eternity!
'The Sunscreen Song' (or 'Everybody's free to wear sunscreen') originally appeared as a column in some newspaper (I forget which!) by this lady called Mary Schmich. It was set to music some time later by the Aussie director Baz Luhrmann, sung (or spoken) by Aussie actor Lee Perry. The music itself is based on Quindon Traver's 'Everybody's free to feel good' - so much so, lines from this song appear in the Sunscreen song. And like every other popular thing, this song has its own urban legends associated - that it was a commencement address to MIT grads. But hey, doesn't matter how it came to be, but I sure am glad it is here.
This amazing song goes something like this...
Ladies and gentleman of the Class of '97.
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but in your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasise that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
Come away with me in the night Come away with me And I will write you a song
Come away with me on a bus Come away where they can't tempt us With their lies
I want to walk with you On a cloudy day In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high So won't you try to come
Come away with me and we'll kiss On a mountaintop Come away with me And I'll never stop loving you
And I want to wake up with the rain Falling on a tin roof While I'm safe there in your arms So all I ask is for you To come away with me in the night Come away with me
So no one told you life was gonna be this way Your job's a joke, you're broke, your love life's DOA It's like you're always stuck in second gear, When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year, but...
I'll be there for you... When the rain starts to pour I'll be there for you... Like I've been there before I'll be there for you... 'Cause you're there for me too.
You're still in bed at ten, though work begins at eight, You burned your breakfast, so far things are going great, Your mother warned you there'd be days like these, But she didn't tell you when the world was brought down to your knees that...
I'll be there for you... When the rain starts to pour I'll be there for you... Like I've been there before I'll be there for you... 'Cause you're there for me too.
No one could ever know me. No one could ever see me. Seems your the only one who knows what it's like to be me Someone to face the day with. Make it through all the mess with. Someone I'll always laugh with. Even at my worst, I'm best with.... you - yeah
It's like you're always stuck in second gear, When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year, but...
I'll be there for you... When the rain starts to pour I'll be there for you... Like I've been there before I'll be there for you... 'Cause you're there for me too...
Why this and why now? Jus' like that! In the mood for F.R.I.E.N.D.S :-)
Christmas is over, but I'm still humming this one -
Grandma got run over by a reindeer. Walking home from our house Christmas eve. You can say there's no such thing as Santa, But as for me and grandpa we believe.
She'd been drinking too much eggnog and we begged her not to go. But she forgot her medication, and she staggered out the door into the snow. When we found her Christmas morning at the scene of the attack, She had hoof-prints on her forehead and incriminating Claus marks on her back.
Now we're all so proud of grandpa, he's been taking this so well. See him in there watching football, drinking root beer and playing cards with Cousin Mel. It's not Christmas without Grandma, all the family's dressed in black. And we just can't help but wonder: Should we open up her gifts or send them back? Send them back!!
Now the goose is on the table and the pudding made of fig. And the blue and silver candles that would just have matched the hair on grandma's wig. I've warned all my friends and neighbors better watch out for yourselves, They should never give a license to a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves.
Ok, this is amazing beyond words! A german chartbuster sung by a 4 year old about Schnappi, the Crocodile! I want to learn German just to sing this song!
Cute, isn't it?
Lyrics (if you can manage to get the pronunciation right!) -
Ich bin Schnappi, das kleine Krokodil. Komm aus Ägypten, das liegt direkt am Nil. Zuerst lag ich in einem Ei, dann schni-,schna-,schnappte ich mich frei
Ich bin Schnappi, das kleine Krokodil, hab scharfe Zähne, und davon ganz schön viel. Ich schnapp mir was ich schnappen kann, ja ich schnapp zu, weil ich das so gut kann.
Ich bin Schnappi, das kleine Krokodil, ich schnappe gern, das ist mein Lieblingsspiel. Ich schleich mich an die Mama ran, und zeig ihr wie ich schnappen kann
Ich bin Schnappi, das kleine Krokodil, und vom Schnappen, da krieg ich nicht zu viel. Ich beiß dem Papi kurz ins Bein, und dann, dann schlaf ich einfach ein.
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