Life &Music Entropy | 01 Nov 2008
Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries
This popular Song of the time 1931 Great Depression, is relevant in present economic meltdown to remember, sing & enjoy. The lyrics are by Lew Brown, music by Ray Henderson.
Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries.
People are queer, they’re always crowing, scrambling and rushing about;
Why don’t they stop someday, address themselves this way?
Why are we here? Where are we going? It’s time that we found out.
We’re not here to stay; we’re on a short holiday.
Life is just a bowl of cherries.
Don’t take it serious; it’s too mysterious.
You work, you save, you worry so,
But you can’t take your dough when you go, go, go.
So keep repeating it’s the berries,
The strongest oak must fall,
The sweet things in life, to you were just loaned
So how can you lose what you’ve never owned?
Life is just a bowl of cherries,
So live and laugh at it all.
Life is just a bowl of cherries.
Don’t take it serious; it’s too mysterious.
At eight each morning I have got a date,
To take my plunge ’round the Empire State.
You’ll admit it’s not the berries,
In a building that’s so tall;
There’s a guy in the show, the girls love to kiss;
Get thousands a week just for crooning like this:
Life is just a bowl of . . . aw, nuts!
So live and laugh at it all!
on 01 Nov 2008 at 1:43 pm 1.Nimesh Dadia said …
Dear lao Aju
A great song. I could imagine that era of the thrities, commonfolk singing and drinking away teir sorrows.
However , i think the photo is not appropriately chosen. Perhaps a great Black and White picture form the depression era would be more befiting. THis one is too literal.
Nimesh
on 01 Nov 2008 at 2:08 pm 2.Max Babi said …
hi Ajay,
I heard this song a million times on the radio during my lonely childhood, and hundreds of versions. The most outstanding one was by the French celebrity, Maurice Chevalier, whose singing was more like reciting and hardly musical… but there was a cutting edge of laconic humour in his voice itself. His thick French accent made the recital truly astonishing… the spoke like a philosopher and sometimes the lyrics sounded almost like a soliloquy. But that was the magic of Chevalier.
Thanks for reviving nostalgia, now buried under glaciers of mundane worries and worldwide concerns that continually bombard us without letting up.
Wonderful lyrics, and btw Nimesh is right.
Warmth
Max
Getting a chance to get into the Pune cultural scene formally, soon