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Sir Noël Peirce Coward (16 December 1899 – 26 March 1973) was an English playwright, composer, director, actor and singer, known for his wit, flamboyance, and what Time magazine called "a sense of personal style, a combination of cheek and chic, pose and poise".
Born in Teddington, south-west London, Coward attended a dance academy in London as a child, making his professional stage début at the age of eleven. As a teenager he was introduced into the high society in which most of his plays would be set. Coward achieved enduring success as a playwright, publishing more than 50 plays from his teens onwards. Many of his works, such as Hay Fever, Private Lives, Design for Living, Present Laughter and Blithe Spirit, have remained in the regular theatre repertoire. He composed hundreds of songs, in addition to well over a dozen musical theatre works (including the operetta Bitter Sweet and comic revues), screenplays, poetry, several volumes of short stories, the novel Pomp and Circumstance, and a three-volume autobiography. Coward's stage and film acting and directing career spanned six decades, during which he starred in many of his own works.
Noel Coward's classic song with lyrics.
... I had the most extraordinary experience... something to do with sun...couldn't understand myself, really You know, quite for no reason I'm here for the season And high as a kite— Living in error With Maud at Cap Ferrat (Which couldn't be right)... Everyone's here, and frightfully gay; Nobody cares what people say, Though the Riviera Seems really much queerer Than Rome at its height! On Wednesday night I went to a marvellous party With Noonoo, and Nada, and Nell— It was in the fresh air, And we went as we were, And we stayed as we were, (Which was hell) Poor Grace started singing at midnight, And she didn't stop singing 'til four— We knew the excitement was bound to begin When Laura got blind on Dubonnet and gin And scratched her veneer with a Cartier pin...
With Donald Sinden at the Vaudeville Theatre, London.
A1 Medley A1.a I'll See You Again A1.b Dance Little Lady A1.c Poor Little Rich Girl A1.d A Room With A View A1.e Someday I'll Find You A1.f I'll Follow My Secret Heart A1.g If Love Were All A1.h Play Orchestra A2 Uncle Harry A3 Loch Lomond A4 World Weary A5 Nina B1 Mad Dogs And Englishmen B2 Matelot B3 Alice Is At It Again B4 A Room With A View B5 Let's Do It B6 The Party's Over Now Credits: Conductor -- Carlton Hayes (tracks: Carl Hayes) Other [Orchestra] -- Carl Hayes & His Orchestra Piano, Arranged By -- Peter Matz Producer -- Dan O'Leary Vocals, Written-By -- Noël Coward (tracks: Noel Coward)
SIXTY years ago!
Cary Grant presents Noël Coward with a special Tony.
From the live color broadcast of "Together With Music" - Noel Coward gives us an incredibly racy number for 1955 television - using "sex", "sluts" and plenty of eyebrowed innuendo... that's Peter Matz conducting the orchestra...
Noel Coward song Don't Let's Be Beastly To The Germans.
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A 1980 TV musical salute to Noel Coward, starring Cleo Laine, Ian Carmichael, David Kernan, Gemma Craven, and Ned Sherrin.
What's My Line ? - Noel Coward; Keenan Wynn panel Mar 1, 1959
The Noel Coward Story as performed by Maria Billington, Phillip Mindenhall and Frank James. A 'Lunchtime Concert' at Scarborough Central Library on 29th October 2015.
London Pride has been handed down to us.
London Pride is a flower that's free.
London Pride means our own dear town to us,
And our pride it for ever will be.
Woa, Liza,
See the coster barrows,
Vegetable marrows
And the fruit piled high.
Woa, Liza,
Little London sparrows,
Covent Garden Market where the costers cry.
Cockney feet
Mark the beat of history.
Every street
Pins a memory down.
Nothing ever can quite replace
The grace of London Town.
INTERLUDE
There's a little city flower every spring unfailing
Growing in the crevices by some London railing,
Though it has a Latin name, in town and country-side
We in England call it London Pride.
London Pride has been handed down to us.
London Pride is a flower that's free.
London Pride means our own dear town to us,
And our pride it for ever will be.
Hey, lady,
When the day is dawning
See the policeman yawning
On his lonely beat.
Gay lady,
Mayfair in the morning,
Hear your footsteps echo in the empty street.
Early rain
And the pavement's glistening.
All Park Lane
In a shimmering gown.
Nothing ever could break or harm
The charm of London Town.
INTERLUDE
In our city darkened now, street and square and crescent,
We can feel our living past in our shadowed present,
Ghosts beside our starlit Thames
Who lived and loved and died
Keep throughout the ages London Pride.
London Pride has been handed down to us.
London Pride is a flower that's free.
London Pride means our own dear town to us,
And our pride it for ever will be.
Grey city
Stubbornly implanted,
Taken so for granted
For a thousand years.
Stay, city,
Smokily enchanted,
Cradle of our memories and hopes and fears.
Every Blitz
Your resistance
Toughening,
From the Ritz
To the Anchor and Crown,
Nothing ever could override