Here is the transcription of my most recent video blog:
(And here’s the audio on AnchorFM)
Well, hey, friends, it’s Queen Mab here, and today is my freaking birthday!
This is the time of year that brings us hurricanes if you’re on the East Coast, and fires if you’re on the West Coast, and it’s also the time of year that brought you me – and a lot of other people, to be fair. I mean…you know, thanks to “the holidays,” there are a large number of people who have birthdays at this time of year, so if that’s you, as well – happy birthday!
Now, I had these grandiose plans that I was going to record a fully-produced music video for my English translation of the song “Adios Juventud” by Jaime Roos, who is this really badass Uruguayan musician who I admire very much. However, Hollywood Fringe and all the other things that I was doing got in the way, so all I have to show you today is this little very basic rough marimba version of it that I made a couple of years ago.
I wanted to release this on my birthday because “Adios Juventud” means “Goodbye to my Youth.” And this is kind of a big, scary birthday for me. So anyway, please enjoy my old, recycled version of “Goodbye to my Youth/Adios Juventud,” AND please go and listen to the real version by Jaime Roos or anything else by Jaime Roos, because his music is really, really good, and I wish that more people in the U.S. listened to him. Okay, enjoy!
(transition to marimba performance from 2019 on an old, crappy computer)
Goodbye to my youth
It’s difficult to hide my aging
Goodbye to my youth, I’m raging
To go back to the streets
To play once again
To sing with my friends
I’ve only got one verse to say
(Then I’ll go away)
Goodbye to my heart
Goodbye Carnaval
I’ve lived all my life in vain
And all that is left is pain
But the show must go on
It won’t be too long
Until I am gone
The cemetery is up ahead
(Soon I will be dead)
Goodbye to my youth
Goodbye Carnaval
My body is not responding
I can’t tell you how I’m longing
Just to be in the show
I’m feeling so down
I look like a clown
None of my costumes seem to fit
(I guess this is it)
Goodbye to my youth
Goodbye Carnaval
(I messed up these lines) My heart and my soul are yearning
I promise I’ll be returning
While I’m still in one piece (end of messed up lines)
I’ll sing and I’ll play
All night and all day
Until the drum begins to sound
And I’m in the ground…
Goodbye Carnaval!
I wish I could be there in Montevideo
‘Cuz there’s no murga in San Diego