Yn De Nije, it nulnûmer fan it nije Frysktalige nijsblêd fan De Ried fan de Fryske Beweging is in oersetwedstryd opnommen fan it liet In the big rock candy mountains. Dy countrysong giet oer in swalker. Hy dreamt oer in lân dêr’t de hinnen sêftseane aaien lizze en dêr’t de sigaretten oan de beammen groeie. It waard foar it earst op de plaat set troch Harry McClintock yn 1928. Nei de suksesfilm fan de bruorren Joel en Ethan Coen ‘O Brother Where Are Thou’ út 2000 is it yn ferskate ferzjes op YouTube te finen. Yn de film wurdt it songen troch McClintock sels. Om it liet te beharkjen kinne jo bygelyks gean nei: Big Rock Candy Mountain – Harry McClintock – YouTube.
Jo meie it pleatse nei dizze tiid en nei Fryslân. De saakkundige sjuery hechtet deroan dat sjongber is en dat it boadskip bewarre bliuwt. Oersettingen yn it Frysk, Bildts, Stellingwarfs of Nederlânsk
moatte foar 1 maart 2019 stjoerd wurde oan ynfo@fryskebeweging.frl. De haadpriis is in Harmonie-teaterbon fan € 150,00. Fierders binne der fiif cd’s mei muzyk út de film as treastpriis beskikber. De priisútrikking is op sneintemiddei 24 maart om 15.30 yn de Brasserie fan Stania State yn Oentsjerk mei muzyk fan de band fan Chris Kalsbeek.
One evening as the sun went down And the jungle fire was burning, Down the track came a hobo hikin’ And he said, “Boys, I’m not turning I’m headed for a land that’s far away Besides the crystal fountains So come with me, we’ll go and see The Big Rock Candy Mountains In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, There’s a land that’s fair and bright, Where the handouts grow on bushes And you sleep out every night Where the boxcars all are empty And the sun shines every day On the birds and the bees And the cigarette trees The lemonade springs Where the bluebird sings In the Big Rock Candy Mountains In the Big Rock Candy Mountains All the cops have wooden legs And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs The farmers’ trees are full of fruit And the barns are full of hay Oh I’m bound to go Where there ain’t no snow Where the rain don’t fall The wind don’t blow In the Big Rock Candy Mountains In the Big Rock Candy Mountains You never change your socks And the little streams of alcohol Come trickling down the rocks The brakemen have to tip their hats And the railroad bulls are blind There’s a lake of stew And of whiskey, too You can paddle all around ’em In a big canoe In the Big Rock Candy Mountains In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, The jails are made of tin And you can walk right out again, As soon as you are in There ain’t no short-handled shovels, No axes, saws or picks, I’m goin’ to stay Where you sleep all day, Where they hung the jerk That invented work In the Big Rock Candy Mountains I’ll see you all this coming Fall In the Big Rock Candy Mountains” Songwriters: Harry Mcclintock / Sterling Sherwin Songteksten voor Big Rock Candy Mountain © Peermusic Publishing
