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Underneath the (Lovely London):
When the early morning hours have come and gone
Through the misty morning showers I greet the dawn
For when its light has hit the ground
There’s lots of treasures to be found
Underneath the lovely London sky
Though the lamps I’m turning down, please don’t feel blue
For in this part of London town, the light shines through
Don’t believe the things you’ve read
You never know what’s up ahead
Underneath the lovely London sky
Have a pot of tea, mend your broken cup
There’s a different point of view awaiting you
If you would just look up
I know yesterday you had to borrow from your chums
Seems the promise of tomorrow’ll never come
But since you dreamed the night away
Tomorrow’s here; it’s called today
So count your blessings, you’re a lucky guy
For you’re underneath the lovely London sky!
Listen, soon this slump’ll disappear; it won’t be long
Sooner than you think you’ ll hear some bright new song
So hold on tight to those you love
And maybe soon from up above
You’ll be blessed, so keep on looking high
While you’re underneath the lovely London sky
Lovely London sky
A Conversation:
“We haven’t spoken in a long time, dear”
This year has gone by in a blur
Today seems everything’s gone wrong here
I’m looking for the way things were
I know you’d laugh and call me tragic
For everything’s in disarray
These rooms were always full of magic
That’s vanished, since you went away
This house is crowded now with questions
And John’s a walking questionnaire
And I could surely use a few suggestions
On how to brush our daughter’s hair
When Georgie needed explanations
You always knew just what to say
And I miss our family conversations
It’s silent since you went away
Winter has gone
But not from this room
Snow’s left the lane
But the cherry trees forgot to bloom
I’ll carry on the way you told me
I say that like I have a choice
And though you are not here to hold me
In the echoes I can hear your voice
But still one question fills my day dear
The answer I most longed to know
Each moment since you went away dear
My question Kate, is-
Can You Imagine That?:
John, you’re right
It’s good to know you’re bright
For intellect can wash away confusion
Georgie sees, and Annabel agrees
Most folderol’s an optical illusion
You three know it’s true
That one plus one is two
Yes, logic is the rock of our foundation
I suspect, and I’m never incorrect
That you’re far too old to give in to imagination
No, not yet
Some people like to splash and play
Can you imagine that?
And take a seaside holiday
Can you imagine that?
Too much glee leaves rings around the brain
Take that joy and send it down the drain
Some people like to laugh at life
And giggle through the day
They think the world’s a brand new shiny toy
And if while dreaming in the clouds
They fall and go ker-splat
Although they’re down and bent in half
They brush right off and start to laugh
Can you imagine that?[Mary Poppins:] On second thoughts, perhaps you’re right. It makes no sense to take a bath this early.
[Georgie:] Wait! I want to take a bath.
[Mary Poppins:] Oh, really? Up you go, and in you go.
[John:] Georgie!
[Annabel:] What happened? Will they be alright?
[Mary Poppins:] Well, it is just a bath, after all. But then again it’s not my tub.
[Annabel:] Shouldn’t you go in after them?
[Mary Poppins:] No, I had my bath this morning, thank you.
[Annabel:] Well, if you won’t, I will!
[Mary Poppins:] Off we go!
Some people like to dive right in
Can you imagine that?
And flap about in bathtub gin
Can you imagine that?
Doggies paddling twenty leagues below
Might seem real, but we know it’s not so
To cook without a recipe
Can you imagine that?
And heaven knows what lives within that pot
Some pirates follow treasure maps
And wear a silly hat
They search the world for buried gold
They won’t grow up, and don’t grow old
Can you imagine that?
Be sure to scrub behind your ears!
Some answer when adventure calls
Can you imagine that?
And sail straight over waterfalls
Can you imagine that?
They see living as its own reward
(Ahoy!)
They rock the boat, then –
(Man overboard!)
Some people look out on the sea
And see a brand new day
Their spirit lifts them high above the blue
Yet some others spear an anchor
And they sink in seconds flat
So, perhaps we’ve learned when day is done
Some stuff and nonsense could be fun!
Can you imagine that?
The Royal Doulton Music Hall:
[Shamus:] Where would we all like to go on this fine, fine day?
[Mary Poppins:] The Royal Doulton Music Hall, please.
[John:] Where?
[Georgie:] What’s that?
[Mary Poppins:] We’re on the brink of an adventure, children. Don’t spoil it with too many questions.
In the nursery you were never by yourself
There was quite another world upon your shelf
(Hold on)
Where each day crowds make their way upon the sun’s descent
To a mythical, mystical, never quite logistical tent
Yes, in this dilly-dynamical, simply ceramical
Royal Doulton Bowl
There’s a cuddly and curious, furry and furious
Animal watering-hole
Where the monkeys and hummingbirds know the tunes and the words
Every beast, large and small
Loves the very top-drawerful, always encorable
Royal Doulton Music Hall
[Clyde:] Ooh, that one tickled my tail. Nearly there, Mary Poppins!
Yes, in this marvellous, mystical, rather sophistical
Royal Doulton Bowl
There’s a lot of birds cueing up, a lot of hams chewing up
Scenery they swallow whole
There are lots of cats tuning strings, nightingales in the wings
Waiting for their big drumroll
At the simply sensational, standing ovational
Royal Doulton Music Hall
[Clyde:] Here we are!
[Annabel:] But where’s the music hall?
[Mary Poppins:] Oh, yes, that. Silly me.
[Wolf:] Step right up! Step right up!
[Children:] Wow! Goodness! How on earth did she do that?
[Jack:] One thing you should know about Mary Poppins: she never explains anything.
[Wolf:] Hurry! Hurry! Get tickets while you can for the one-night only, one-night only – Mary Poppins! What an honour it is to have you join us this evening.
[Mary Poppins:] Thank you.
[Wolf:] And who is this I see? Why, it’s John, Annabel and Georgie Banks.
[John:] You know us?
[Wolf:] Of course! Everyone knows the Banks children. Hurry along now. Get yourself some peanuts and candy floss and go right on in.
[Children:] May we, Mary Poppins?
[Mary Poppins:] Yes. Just keep away from the edge of the bowl.
At the highly acclaimable, nearly untamable
Lavishing praisable, always rephrasable
Royal Doulton Music Hall!
Introducing Mary Poppins:
Jack:] Bucks and mare, cubs and does, welcome to our show of shows! It is my great honour to introduce this evening’s renowned guest: the one, the only Mary Poppins!
[Mary Poppins:] Thank you.
[Animals:] Sing for us, Mary Poppins!
[Mary Poppins:] No, no, no, no.
[Jack:] Come on, have a go.
[Mary Poppins:] No! I haven’t sung in years.
[Penguins:] Please, sing for us, Mary Poppins! Please! Do sing for us, Mary Poppins!
[Mary Poppins:] Oh, no, I couldn’t possibly – D-flat major.
A Cover is not the Book:
Uncle Gutenberg was a bookworm
And he lived on Charing Cross
The memory of his volumes brings a smile
He would read me lots of stories
When he wasn’t on the sauce
Now I’d like to share the wisdom of my favorite bibliophile
He said a cover is not the book
So open it up and take a look
‘Cause under the covers one discovers
That the king may be a crook
Chapter titles are like signs
And if you read between the lines
You’ll find your first impression was mistook
For a cover is nice, but a cover is not the book
Mary Poppins, could you give us an example?
Certainly.
Nellie Rubina was made of wood
But what could not be seen was
Though her trunk up top was barren
Well, her roots were lush and green
So in Spring when Mr. Hickory saw her blossoms bloomin’ there
He took root despite a bog
And now there’s seedlings everywhere
Which proves a cover is not the book
So open it up and take a look
‘Cause under the covers one discovers
That the king may be a crook
Chapter titles are like signs
And if you read between the lines
You’ll find your first impression was mistook
For a cover is nice, but a cover is not the book
Should we do the one about the wealthy widow?
Oh, by all means.
I always loved that one
Well, go on then.
Lady Hyacinth McCord brought all her treasures to a reef
Where she only wore a smile
Plus two feathers and a leaf
So no one tried to rob her ‘cause she barely wore a stitch
For when you’re in your birthday suit
There ain’t much there to show you’re rich
Oh, a cover is not the book
So open it up and take a look
‘Cause under the covers one discovers
That the king may be a crook
Taroo-ra-li taroo-ra-la, taroo-ra-li tara-ta-ta
You’ll find your first impression was mistook
Ya-da-da-da
For a cover is nice, but a cover is not the book
Oh, give us the one about the Dirty Rascal, why don’t ya?
Isn’t that one a bit long?
Well, the quicker you’re into it, the quicker you’re out of it.
Once upon a time, in a nursery rhyme
There was a castle with a king hiding in a wing
‘Cause he never went to school to learn a single thing
He had sceptres and swords and a parliament of lords
But on the inside he was sad, egad!
Because he never had a wisdom for numbers, a wisdom for words
Though his crown was quite immense, his brain was smaller than a bird’s
So the queen of the nation made a royal proclamation
To the Misses and the Messrs, the More-or-Lessers, bring me all the land’s professors
Then she went to the hairdresser’s
And they came from the east and they came from the south
From each college they poured knowledge from their brains into his mouth
But the king couldn’t learn, so each professor met their fate
For the queen had their heads removed and placed upon the gate
And on that date, I state their wives all got a note their mate was now the late great
But then suddenly one day a stranger started in to sing
He said I’m the Dirty Rascal, and I’m here to teach the king
And the queen clutched her jewels, for she hated royal fools
But this fool had some rules they really ought to teach in schools
Like you’ll be a happy king if you enjoy the things you’ve got
You should never try to be the finer person that you’re not
So they sang and they laughed, for the king had found a friend
And they ran on to a rainbow for the story’s perfect end
So the moral is you musn’t let the outside be the guide
For it’s not so cut and dried
Well, unless it’s Dr. Jekyll, then you’d better hide, petrified
Now the truth can’t be denied
As I know I’ve testified
All that really counts and matters is the special stuff inside
(He did it!)
Oh, a cover is not the book
So open it up and take a look
‘Cause under the covers one discovers
That the king may be a crook
So please listen to what we’ve said
And open a book tonight in bed
So one more time before we get the hook (sing it out strong!)
A cover is nice
Please take our advice
A cover is nice
Or you’ll pay the price
A cover is nice
But a cover is not the book!
Taroo-ra-li taroo-ra-la, taroo-ra-li taroo-ra-la, taroo-ra-li taroo-ra-la, la, la!
The Place Where Lost Things Go:
Do you ever lie awake at night
Just between the dark and the morning light
Searching for the things you used to know
Looking for the place where the lost things go
Do you ever dream or reminisce
Wondering where to find what you truly miss
Maybe all those things that you love so
Are waiting in the place where the lost things go
Memories you’ve shared, gone for good, you feared
They’re all around you still, though they’ve disappeared
Nothing’s really left or lost without a trace
Nothing’s gone forever, only out of place
So maybe now the dish and my best spoon
Are playing hide and seek just behind the moon
Waiting there until it’s time to show
Spring is like that now, far beneath the snow
Hiding in the place where the lost things go
Time to close your eyes, so sleep can come around
For when you dream you’ll find all that’s lost is found
Maybe on the moon, or maybe somewhere new
Maybe all you’re missing lives inside of you
So when you need her touch and loving gaze
Gone but not forgotten is the perfect phrase
Smiling from a star that she makes glow
Trust she’s always there, watching as you grow
Find her in the place where the lost things go
Turning Turtle:
[Annabel:] Turning turtle? What exactly does that mean?
[Topsy:] It means my whole world goes flippity-flop like a turtle on its back. And I don’t know my up from my down, my east from my west, my topsy from my bottom-sy.
If you bring me something broken on a Thursday
I’ll make new with my glue, pins and thread
But you bring whatever’s broken on a Friday
I will mend and then spend the day in bed
Children, Satur, Sun and Mon-days are just Everything-is-Fun-days
But in the second week I wear a frown
For I know that after Tuesday comes the Topsy-Gets-Bad-News-day
It’s the dreaded second Wednesday when from nine to noon my life turns upside down!
Fast is slow, low is high, stop is go, and that is why
Every second Wednesday is a hurdle
From eight to nine, all is well, then I roll over on my shell
And all because the world is turning turtle
Day is night, dog is cat, black is white, thin is fat
That is why I’m loosening up my girdle
I cannot help this charming troop
Don’t mock me, ‘cause I’m in the soup
And why? Because the world is turning turtle
Ah, woe is me! I’m as opposite as I can be
I long for Thursdays when the world is drab
When will it cease? Now my life resembles War and Peace
That Tolstoy certainly had the gift of gab – I couldn’t get through it
Bottom’s top, yin is yang, peace and quiet’s storm and riot
Tuesday nights my blood begins to curdle
East is west, in is out, and that is why I need to shout
Oh no! The world is turning turtle!
Oh, if you had come some other morn
You wouldn’t have found me so forlorn
But since the day that I was born
Second Wednesday’s on the fritz
I couldn’t mend this to save my soul
If this keeps up, I’ll dig a hole
You say life’s a cherry bowl
But Wednesday’s full of pits
Tell us, can you fix this drum?
Well, today is looking glum
Can you mend this crack and broken string?
Well, perhaps if you all lend a hand
Our fingers are at your command!
A broken songbird still can sing
Let’s do the Turtle Swing!
Ah, woe is me! Now I’m on my head – how can that be?
Well, you say woe, but I say lucky you
Lucky me?
Yes, here on your head, A is far behind the letter Z
It’s good to get a different point of view
[Mary Poppins:] You see, when the world turns upside down, the best thing is to turn right along with it.
[Topsy:] I do see! From down here, things look right side up, ha, ha, ha!
[Jack:] I wouldn’t mind seeing things from that angle.
[Children:] Sounds like fun. Can we?
[Mary Poppins:] Very well. Flippity flop!
Near is far and here is there
Turtles turning everywhere
Things are getting clear
Then knock on wood, my dear
When you change the view from where you stood
The things you viewed will change for good
I never thought of things that way
She never thought of things that way
Now Wednesdays are my favorite day
Now Wednesdays are her favorite day
‘Cause that’s the day I’m quite contrary
And now, thanks to cousin Mary, I have changed
To be exact, I laugh at that
The world is turning turtle, turtle, turtle!
Trip a Little Light Fantastic:
Let’s say you’re lost in a park
Sure, you can give in to the dark
Or you can trip a little light fantastic with me
When you’re alone in your room
Your choice is just embrace the gloom
Or you can trip a little light fantastic with me
For if you hide under the covers
You might never see the day
But if a spark can start inside your heart
Then you can always find the way
So when life is getting dreary
Just pretend that you’re a leerie
As you trip a little light fantastic with me
[John:] What’s a leerie?
[Jack:] Why, it’s what we lamplighters call ourselves, of course. Leeries, trip the light and lead the way!
Now when you’re stuck in the mist
Sure, you can struggle and resist
Or you can trip a little light fantastic with me
Now say you’re lost in the crowd
Well, you can stamp and scream out loud
Or you can trip a little light fantastic with me
And when the fog comes rolling in
Just keep your feet upon the path
You mustn’t mope and frown or, worse, lie down
Don’t let it be your epitath
So when life is getting scary
Be your own illuminary
Who can shine a light for all the world to see
As you trip a little light fantastic with me
A leerie loves the edge of night
Though dim, to him the world looks bright
He’s got the gift of second sight
(To trip a little light fantastic)
A leerie’s job’s to light the way
(To take the night and make it day)
We mimic the moon, yes, that’s our aim
(For we’re the keepers of the flame)
And if you’re deep inside a tunnel
And there is no end in sight
Well, just carry on until the dawn
It’s darkest right before the light
As you trip a little light fantastic
Won’t you trip a little light fantastic
Come on, trip a little light fantastic with me!
[Angus:] Come along! Join us in a bit of kick and prance!
[John:] What did he say?
[Jack:] Kick and prance. It means dance. It’s leerie-speak. You don’t say the words you mean. You say something that rhymes, only – here, I’ll show you how it works. Angus, give us your weep and wail. To the rest of ya, that means tale.
I was short of a sheet
He was in the street
Just a tumble down the sink
Just to get himself a drink
Then I pinched (…unintelligible…)
He grabbed his ladder
He smiled and smirked
To work!
[Jack:] You see, there’s nothing to it.
[Annabel:] Can you speak leerie, Mary Poppins?
[Mary Poppins:] Can I speak leerie?
[Jack:] Of course she can! She’s Mary Poppins!
[Georgie:] Can we do it with you?
[Annabel & John:] Please?
[Mary Poppins:] Oh, very well then.
Children, tell us your sorry tale
(Give us your weep and wail!)
Well, we had this bowl
Rabbit in the hole
That fell and broke
Bicycle spoke
So we took it to a shop
Like a lollipop
And went upside down
That’s a circus clown
Then went to the bank
Rattle and clank
Got lost in a fog
Lump on a log
Till we found a friend
To stand and defend
Who took us on a trip
Snap a horse’s whip
And we tripped a little light fantastic
Now that sounds a little bit bombastic
But they tripped the light
We tripped the light
Let’s trip a little light fantastic!
You’ve got it! Now let’s get you all back home!
Now if your life is getting foggy
That’s no reason to complain
There’s so much in store inside the door
Of 17 Cherry Tree Lane
So when troubles are incessant
Simply be more incandescent
For your light comes with a lifetime guarantee
As you trip a little light fantastic
Won’t you trip a little light fantastic
Come on, trip a little light fantastic with me!
Went to the bank
Rattle and clank
Met with the boss
Pitch and toss
Got lost in a fog
Lump on a log
Trip a little light fantastic!
The Place Where Lost Things Go (Reprise):
[Annabel:] We haven’t lost mother, not really
Nothing’s gone forever, only out of place
So when you need her touch and loving gaze
“Gone but not forgotten” is the perfect phrase
Smiling from a star that she makes glow
Trust she’s always there, watching as we grow
Find her in the place where the lost things go
[Michael:] How did you all get so clever? I hope as I’m clever as you when I grow up. You’re right. Of course, you’re right, Georgie. Mother’s not gone; she’s in your smile and in your walk, John, and Annabel’s eyes. She’ll always be with us, wherever we go.
Trip a Little Light Fantastic (Reprise):
[Mr. Dawes Jr.:] I may be circling the drain, but I’ve got a few steps left in me.
So when they tell you that you’re finished
And your chance to dance is done
That’s the time to stand, to strike up the band
And tell them that you’ve just begun
So when life’s a real pea souper
You must choose to be a trooper
For your light comes with a lifetime guarantee
As you trip a little light fantastic with me
Went to the bank
Rattle and clank
Met with the boss
Pitch and toss
Got lost in a fog
Lump on a log
Trip a little
Trip a little
Trip a little
Trip a little
Trip a little light fantastic
Nowhere to Go But Up:
Life’s a balloon that tumbles or rises
Depending on what is inside
Fill it with hope and playful surprises
And, oh, dearie ducks, then you’re in for a ride
Look inside the balloon, and if you hear a tune
There’s nowhere to go but up
Choose the secret we know before life makes us grow
There’s nowhere to go but up
If your selection feels right, well, then, dearie, hold tight
If you see your reflection, your heart will take flight
If you pick the right string, then your heart will take wing
And there’s nowhere to go but up
Now I feel like that boy with a shiny new toy
And there’s nowhere to go but up
Just one day at the fair has me waltzing on air
And there’s nowhere to go but up
[Michael:] Jane, I remember! It’s all true! Every impossible thing we imagined with Mary Poppins. It all happened!
Now my heart is so light that I think I just might
Start feeding the birds and then go fly a kite
With your head in a cloud, only laughter’s allowed
And there’s nowhere to go but up
We’re zigging and zagging, our feet never dragging
We might take a ride to the moon
All this bobbing and weaving all comes from believing
The magic inside the balloon
The past is the past; it lives on as history
And that’s an important thing
The future comes fast, each second a mystery
For nobody knows what tomorrow may bring
[Jack:] This one looks like you.
[Jane:] How did you know?
[Admiral Boom:] Don’t you lose her, son!
[Jack:] I won’t, sir!
Up here in the blue, it’s a marvellous view
Side by side is the best way to fly
Once I just looked above, but now I am part of
The lovely London sky
[Balloon lady:] Would you like to try one yourself, sir?
[Mr. Wilkins:] Why not? I’ll give it a go.
[Balloon lady:] Choose carefully.
Well, nowhere to go but up.
When the clouds make a muss, well I won’t make a fuss
But I’ll polish the sky (Ellen, better let us)
Give a lift to a foe, for you reap what you sow
And there’s nowhere to go but up
[Admiral Boom:] I’ve set sail! Chart a course, Mr. Binnacle!
[Mr. Binnacle:] That, I will, sir!
If your day’s up the spout, well, there isn’t a doubt
There’s nowhere to go but up
And if you don’t believe, just hang on to our sleeve
For there’s nowhere to go but up
As you fly over town, it gets harder to frown
And we’ll all hit the heights if we never look down
Let the past take a bow, the forever is now!
And there’s nowhere to go but up, up
There’s nowhere to go but up
[Balloon lady:] Of course, the grown-ups will all forget by tomorrow.
[Mary Poppins:] They always do.
[Balloon lady:] Only one balloon left, Mary Poppins. I think it must be yours.
[Mary Poppins:] I suppose it must. Practically perfect in every way.
(Untherneth the) Lovely London Sky (Reprise):
[Jane:] She’s gone, hasn’t she?
[Michael:] Thank you, Mary Poppins. Goodbye.
[Jack:] I won’t forget, Mary Poppins, promise.
So hold on tight to those you love
And maybe soon from up above
You’ll be blessed, so keep on looking high
While you’re underneath the lovely London sky
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Diretto da Rob Marshall (Pirati dei Caraibi – Oltre i Confini del Mare, Into The Woods), il film uscirà nelle nostre sale il prossimo 20 dicembre.
Questa la sinossi:
La storia, ambientata nel 1930 a Londra, vent’anni dopo il primo arrivo di Mary Poppins, vede Jane e Michael Banks ormai cresciuti, con Michael che vive ancora nella casa al numero 17 di Viale dei Ciliegi. Vive lì con i suoi tre figli, Annabel, John e George nonché la governante Ellen. Dopo che Michael subisce una perdita personale, Mary Poppins torna nella famiglia Banks con il lampionaio di strada Jack e l’eccentrica cugina Topsy.
Nel cast troviamo nomi di un certo spicco, da Emily Blunt, Lin-Manuel Miranda e Emily Mortimer a Julie Walter, Colin Firth, Meryl Streep, Angela Lansbury e Dick Van Dyke. Marc Shaiman e Scott Wittman hanno composto la colonna sonora, ricca di nuovi brani, mentre Sandy Powell (Cenerentola) si è occupata dei costumi. Le scenografie, invece, sono di John Myhre (Pirati dei Caraibi – Oltre i Confini del Mare).
