All language subtitles for Make.Mine.Music.1946.720p.HDTV.DD2.0.x264-DON

Make mine music

Make mine music

And my heart will sing

Make mine music

And it's always spring

All the world goes romancing

When melody fills the night

And even the stars go dancing

To the music of the moonlight

Make mine music

And I'll dream of you

Make mine music

And the dream comes true

Music will play the shadows away

When everything seems to go wrong

So make mine music

And life will be a song

Make mine music

Gather round me, children,
and I'll tell a story

Of the mountains
in the days when guns was law

When two families got disputin'
It was bound to end in shootin'

So just listen
and I'll tell you what I saw

Oh, the Martins and the Coys
They was reckless mountain boys

And they took up family feudin'
when they'd meet

Every durn time!

They could shot each other quicker
than it took your eye to flicker

They could knock a squirrel's eye out
at 90 feet

All their fightin' started
one bright Sunday morning

I remember!

Cos old Grandpa Coy
was full of mountain dew ...

Just as quiet as a church mouse

He stole into the Martins' henhouse

Cos the Coys,
they needed eggs for breakfast too

After that they started out
to fight in earnest

And they scarred the mountains up
with shot and shell

There was uncles, brothers, cousins

Why, they bumped them off by dozens

Just how many bit the dust
is hard to tell

Oh, the Martins and the Coys

They were reckless mountain boys

At the art of killin'
they became quite deft

Mighty deft

They all knowed they shouldn't do it

But before they hardly knew it

On each side
they only had one person left

Only one person left

Now, the sole remaining Martin
was a maiden

And as pretty as a picture was this Grace

- While the one survivin' boy
- Was the handsome Henry Coy

And the folks all knew
they'd soon meet face to face

- After her, Henry!
- Go get her, boy!

- Knock him off, Gracie!
- Shoot that Coy!

So they finally met
upon a mountain pathway

And Henry Coy,
he aimed his gun at Grace

Right at Grace

He was set to pull the trigger
when he saw her pretty figure

You could see
that love had kicked him in the face

Oh, the Martins and the Coys

They were reckless mountain boys

But they say their ghostly cussin'
gives you chills

Cos the hatchet sure was buried
when sweet Grace and Henry married

It broke up the best durn feud
in these here hills

Come on, everybody, let's dance!

Way down yonder, not far off,
a jay bird died with the whoopin' cough

Do si do, little more dough,
chicken in the bread pan pickin' out dough

"Granny, will your dog bite?". "No, child,
no, he lost his teeth a long time ago"

Now swing your partners,

And promenade the hall,

Same old road, same old train
Watch that monkey walk that rail

Now first couple out to the right

Go round that couple and take a peek

Come back to the centre
and shake your feet

Round that couple and peek once more

Back in the centre and circle four

Swing your partner and call your hound
Right foot up and left foot down

Bottom of your foot
make a hole in the ground

Now you're tall with a smile
Once and a half and go hog wild

Sooey, hog, sooey!

Look at him run!
What's the hurry, Henry?

Now you may think
that this is where the story ended

But I'm tellin'you
them ghosts don't cuss no more

Cos since Grace and Henry wedded
they fight worse than all the rest did

And they carry on the feud
just like before

Roll along, blue bayou

Through the silv'ry foam

In the deep
where sleepy shadows roam

While we roll, blue bayou

In your dreamy light

Memories echo in my heart tonight

I hear the echo of our song of love

Murmuring low

And here am I

Still haunted by

The ghost of long ago

Roll along, blue bayou

Through the silv'ry foam

Roll the blue and sleepy shadows home

Roll along, blue bayou

Through the silv'ry foam

In the deep
where sleepy shadows roam

While we roll, blue bayou

In your dreamy light

Memories echo in my heart tonight

Roll along, blue bayou

Through the silv'ry foam

Roll the blue
and sleepy shadows home

Roll along, blue bayou

Through the silv'ry foam

Roll the blue and sleepy shadows home

Across the blue moon

Boy!

Hop in the old jalop and...

Head for the malted shop and...

All the cats join in

Down goes my last two bits

Comes up one banana split

And all the cats join in

Drop your jack in the old jukebox

Play your favourite disc

When you dance with the bobby socks

You dance at your own risk

RIP

Everybody swing

Yes, swing till the rafters ring

And all the cats join in

Rafters ringing, how they're swinging

All the cats join in

I'm so lonely and blue

When I'm without you

I don't know what I'd do, sweetheart.

Without you

The joy and tears
that love endears

Would have no meaning

If I didn't have you

To keep me dreaming

At the close of each day

When I'm without you

And my heart kneels to pray

I pray about you

You take a star

And lead it far away from heaven

And the star will be lost

As I'm lost without you

At the close of each day

When I'm without you

And my heart kneels to pray

I pray about you

You take a star

And lead it far away from heaven

And the star will be lost

As I'm lost without you

Oh, what a lark
to ride out to the park

And just to see Casey

They travelled for miles
and they stand in the aisles

And just to see Casey

The ladies
don't understand baseball a bit

They don't know a strike
from a foul or a hit

But when they see Casey
that dame has got it

Casey, the pride of them all

The outlook wasn't brilliant
for the Mudville nine that day

The score was four to two

With but one inning left to play

Listen, ya bunch of bush leaguers,
it's the ninth inning!

It's the wind-up! The blow-off!
Come on, unbutton your shirts!

Now get in there and fight!
Who's up next?

Cooney!

The coach was really worried
when Cooney went to bat

For all he had to offer
was 300 pounds of fat

Ah, but Cooney was determined,
he tried to do his worst

He kept his batting average, all right

And as usual died at first

You're out!

Hooray for our side! Hooray! Hooray!

- Aw, shut up!
- Sit down!

- I'll kick the stuffin' out of him!
- Yeah, run that guy outta town!

Barrows was the next one up,
and Barrows made a hit

Wow, he smacked a beauty -
right in the pitcher's mitt

You're out!

A straggling few got up to go

Ah, but the loyal fans stood pat

They'd put up even money now
were Casey at the bat

Ah, but Flynn preceded Casey

Of all the stupid guys

The bat is getting in his hair

Now the hair is getting in his bat

Egad! He let drive a single -
much to his own surprise

Safe!

The next one in the line-up
was "No Hit" Jimmy Blake

Of all the mugs in Mudville
he was the biggest fake

But he was really blazing
and to the wonderment of all

Blake the Fake
tore the cover off the ball

And when the dust had lifted
and they saw what had occurred

There was Jimmy safe at second
and Flynn a-huggin' third

Cosy, isn't it?

You're safe!

We want Casey! We want Casey!
We want Casey!

Oh, Casey's the guy
with his eye on the ball

But mostly the ladies

Casey's the guy who's the idol of all

But mostly the ladies

Casey is mighty and manly

Casey's a dangerous gent

Egad, when he goes to bat,
hang onto your hat

He's batting a thousand percent
with the ladies

Oh, Casey has nerve
and he knows every curve

He's no hokey-pokey

He gets away
with that old double play

He's sure okey-dokey

He makes all the ladies go gaga,
it's true

No wonder they swoon
when he comes into view

He was the Sinatra of 1902

Casey, the pride of them all

The pitcher's nerves were jagged
and his knees began to shake

Ah, can't catch me! Can't catch me!

One eye was watching Flynn
and the other eye watching Blake

While the frightened pitcher
ground the ball into his hip

Defiance gleamed in Casey's eye

A sneer curled Casey's lip

And now the leather-covered sphere
came hurtling through the air

And Casey stood a-watching it
in haughty grandeur there

Close by the sturdy batsman
the ball unheeded sped

"That ain't my style," said Casey

Strike one!

... the umpire said

From the benches, black with people,
there went up a mighty roar

Like the beating of the ocean
on a stern and distant shore

Kill him! Kill the umpire!

... yelled the cutie from the stand

And it's likely they'd have killed him
Had not Casey raised his hand

With a smile of Christian charity
great Casey's visage shone

He stilled the rising tumult
and bade the game go on

He signalled to the pitcher
and once more the spheroid flew

But Casey still ignored it
and the umpire said, quote:

Strike two!

Unquote.

"Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands,
and the echo answered "Fraud!"

But one scornful look from Casey...

And the audience was awed

They saw his face grow stern and cold

They saw his muscles strain

And they knew that Casey
would not let that ball go by again

The sneer has gone from Casey's lip
His teeth are clenched in hate

He pounds with cruel violence
his bat upon the plate

And now the pitcher holds the ball

And now he lets it go

And now the air is shattered
by the force of Casey's blow

Somewhere in this favoured land

The sun is shining bright

Ah, yes...

Somewhere bands are playing sweet

And somewhere hearts are light

Somewhere men are laughing

Somewhere children shout

But there is no joy in Mudville -

Mighty Casey has struck out

Casey, the pride of them all!

Whaddaya know? The game is over.

Two silhouettes

Together in the afterglow

Two silhouettes

Become as one

When lights are low

And with the night slumbering on

We'll build a dream for two

A perfect dream

Set to a theme lovely as you

Two hearts on fire

Will soon inspire

The stars to dance

The flames that stray

Will light the way

To our romance

And when I hold you in my arms

To my heart's delight

Two silhouettes
will drift away into the night

Two hearts on fire

Will soon inspire

The stars to dance

The flames that stray

Will light the way

To our romance

And when I hold you in my arms

To my heart's delight

Two silhouettes

Will drift away

Into the night

Will drift away

Into the night

Now, this is the story of...

Peter and the Wolf.

As you know, in the musical score
of Peter and the Wolf

each character is represented
by an instrument in the orchestra -

Peter by the string quartet.

The bird, whose name is Sasha,
by a flute, way up high.

Sonia, the duck, by an oboe. Like this...

And here is Ivan, the cat,

represented by a clarinet
in a very low register.

Grandpapa is an old bassoon.

The shooting of the hunters' guns
by the kettledrums.

And there is also a wolf.

Little does that wolf know
what's in store for him this day.

For our hero, little Peter,
armed to the teeth,

is setting forth to capture him.

There seems to have been
a change of plans.

For Peter's grandpapa
thinks that little boys like Peter

should not go out to hunt the wolf.

This is very embarrassing
for a great hunter.

This is Sasha,
the little bird we told you about.

Excitable little chap, isn't he?

Forgetful, too.

"Hello, Petey. Where you goin'?
Can I go, Petey? Can I?"

"Oh, boy, a gun!"

"Loaded, too. "

"Goin' hunting? Oh, that's for me!"

"Everything's OK, Petey.
Come on, let's go. "

The wolf!

But it isn't the wolf at all.
It's only Sonia the duck.

"Hello, Sonia. "
"Hello, Petey. "

Now Sonia wants to join the party.

Imagination is a wonderful thing.

But sometimes it can run away with you.

"You coward!"

Now who's this?

Oh, it can't be...

Oh, no. It's Ivan the cat.

Hello, Ivan.

Ivan's a peaceful, fun-loving sort - maybe
a little shy on brains. You know the type.

Hey, look out, Sasha!

"Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it!"

Oh, how can they ever get any place if
they're going to fight among themselves?

Ivan, you ought to be ashamed.

"You big bully!"
"You cat in the grass!"

Come on, Sasha. Ivan's sorry.
He won't do it again.

And so, once more,
our little band of intrepid hunters

sets forth to find the wolf.

And they find him.

Sonia! Sonia!
Behind you! Look out!

W-O-L-F!

Oh, that wolf is everywhere!
Peter, do something!

Oh, no.

Look, Peter, why don't you...
Maybe if you could...

Then maybe, Peter... Oh, well...

Peter, don't just stand that way.

Don't stand that way, either.

Oh, Sonia!

This is no time to relax.

Poor Sonia.

Well, that's one gone.

Goodbye, Sonia.

Will this crime go unavenged?

Not if little Sasha can help it.

You beast!

Take this! And this! And this!

How do you like this, eh?

And this, eh?

How about this, eh?

Not so good, eh?

Good work, Sasha!

Trouble.

Sasha! Sasha, get up!

Get up! Get out of there!

Look out, please, for over-confidence.

This is bad.

This is very bad.

Saved!

Just when things are looking blackest...

Hark! What's that we hear?

What's this we see?

The hunters!
Misha, Yasha and Vladimir.

That's Vladimir in the middle.

Wait a minute, I'll show you.

W-O-L-F. Wolf.

Wolf?

To the rescue!

Oh, Peter, you're safe!

You've captured the wolf.

Oh, happy day!

I think I'll say that again.
Oh, happy day!

Oh, Peter, what a hero!

You too, Ivan.

Everybody's happy - except the wolf.

But little Sasha isn't happy.

He's thinking of his lost playmate, Sonia.

Sonia...

Sonia?

Sonia! Then you're not dead!
You're safe!

Oh, Sonia,
this is the most wonderful, wonderful day!

The wolf is captured - Peter caught him!

One, two, three...

Johnnie Fedora met Alice Bluebonnet

In the window of a department store

'Twas love at first sight

And they promised one night

They'd be sweethearts for evermore

Johnnie would serenade Alice

Toora-lay, toora-li, toora-lu

He sang of a beautiful palace

Of a beautiful hatbox for two

But Johnnie Fedora
lost Alice Bluebonnet

To a patron of the department store

Her beauty was sought by
the girl she was bought by

For twenty-three ninety-four

Johnnie, O Johnnie

Your Alice Bluebonnet

Will always be waiting for you

So don't give up hoping

And don't give up dreaming

For true love will come smiling through

Johnnie Fedora
was lonely and stranded

In the window of the department store

When, lo and behold

He was suddenly sold

And his heart became gay once more

Johnnie sang out like a robin

Toora-lay, toora-li, toora-lu

To strangers he'd come up a-bobbin'

"I thought you were someone I knew "

He looked for her uptown
and crosstown and downtown

From the Brooklyn Bridge
to the Jersey shore

It all seemed in vain

Till he heard the refrain

Of the song Alice sang of yore

Johnnie, O Johnnie!

Your Alice Bluebonnet

Will always be waiting for you

So don't give up hoping

And don't give up dreaming

For true love will come smiling through

Johnnie kept yearning,
he kept on returning

To the window of the department store

His voice became hushed

He was literally crushed

And it started to rain and pour

Each place he went he kept calling

- Toora-lay
- Toora-li

- Toora-lu
- La la la

His spirits kept falling and falling

For his Alice was nowhere in view

But hey-noni-noni,
an ice man found Johnnie

And he cut him
to fit on his horse's ears

'Twas done without malice

For beside him was Alice

And they lived on for years and years

Giddup!

You Johnnie Fedoras

You Alice Bluebonnets

Whenever you find yourself blue

You'll find it's June in December

If you just remember

That true love will come smiling through

That true love will come smiling through

This is how it all began

Just a little back-page item
about a voice that sang at sea

And then this fantastic news appeared
on the front page

And then in screaming headlines

Extra! Read all about it! Paper!

A singing whale?

- Whaddaya know ?
- Imagine that

Huh! I don't believe it

I don't believe it

For who ever heard
of an operatic whale?

I don't believe it

I don't believe it

And headline followed headline

Then doctors and experts

And men of anatomical biology

Debated and argued

And quoted ichthyology

Impossible! Preposterous!

We savagely deny it

Magnificent! Miraculous!

We certainly certify it

And even the great impresario

Of the Grand Opera

Raised an eyebrow

And tried and tried to figure it out

This whale, she's maybe
swallowed an opera singer.

That's it! This whale,
she's a-swallowed an opera singer!

I find-a the great Signor Donatelli
in-a the fish market.

I discovered the great Lilli Garli
in-a the honky-tonky.

Why not I find-a the opera singer
in-a the belly of a whale, huh?

I do it!

Oh, get me a great big schooner
and get me a good harpooner

Photographers and reporters
from all the newspapers

Publicity! Publicity!

Publicity!

Publicity, yes. But to Whitey the seagull,
it was opportunity -

the big opportunity
for his friend Willie the whale.

There was no time to lose.
He must bring these two together.

Well, there was Tetti-Tatti now.

And Tetti-Tatti
was in for a wonderful surprise.

Because Willie
hadn't swallowed any opera singer,

he could really sing.

Listen.

Mamma's little baby
loves shortnin', shortnin'

Mamma's little baby
loves shortnin' bread

Mamma's little baby
loves shortnin', shortnin'

Mamma's little baby
loves shortnin' bread

Two little chillun, lyin' in bed

One of 'em sick
and the other 'most dead

Called for the doctor,
the doctor said

"Feed them chillun on shortnin' bread"

Mamma's little baby
loves shortnin', shortnin'

Mamma's little baby
loves shortnin' bread

Mamma's little baby
loves shortnin', shortnin'

Mamma's little baby
loves shortnin' bread

After all these years of casting
his "Shortnin' Bread" upon the waters,

now at last
success lay just over the waves.

Willie! Willie, look!

That's you, Willie!
He's looking for you!

It's your big opportunity.

Willie's going to be a great star.

Our Willie, going to sing grand opera.

Goodbye, my friends.
I'm off to be discovered

I'm off to be discovered

At last, the long years of patient waiting,
the endless hours of faithful practice

were about to be rewarded.

As Willie sped to his audition

he wondered what to sing
for his opening number.

What would impress this impresario?
How about a bit of Figaro?

Yes, sure, Figaro.

There she's blows! There she's blows!

Figaro.

Figaro!

Figaro!

Figaro! Figaro! Figaro!

Figaro! Figaro! Figaro! Figaro!
Figaro! Figaro! Figaro! Figaro!

Figaro!

Shoot-a de whale!

Figaro!

Figaro!

Figaro!

Hurry up, hurry up!
Rescue the opera singer!

Don't-a worry, we'll a-save you!

Bravo!

Bravissimo! Bravo!

Ah, but they hadn't heard the half of it.

They hadn't even heard a third of it.

For Willie was no ordinary singing whale.

Willie could sing in three separate voices:

tenor...

baritone...

and bass.

Why, Willie was a singing miracle.

Let-a me up! This is the mutiny!

Mamma mia!
He's-a swallowed two opera singers!

He's-a swallowed three opera singers!

Stubborn, deluded Tetti-Tatti.

For right before his very eyes was the
biggest discovery in all musical history.

Just imagine, a whale singing opera

on the very stage of the Met.

Bravo! Bravissimo!

Je suis M�phisto

Roi d'enfer

Je veux...

Ta vie

I got him! I got him!

Vittoria!

Now Willie will never sing at the Met.

But don't be too harsh on Tetti-Tatti.
He just didn't understand.

You see, Willie's singing was a miracle,
and people aren't used to miracles.

And you, faithful little friend,
don't be too sad.

Because miracles never really die,

and somewhere in whatever heaven
is reserved for creatures of the deep,

Willie is still singing -

in a hundred voices,
each more golden than before.

And he'll go on singing, amid
the applause and the cheering, forever.