Disney's "Remember Me" from the Movie, "CoCo"

COCO 2 – Tráiler oficial (2024)

Disney•Pixar

CoCo Official Final Trailer

by Pixar

Despite his family's generations-old ban on music, young Miguel dreams of becoming an accomplished musician like his idol Ernesto de la Cruz. Desperate to prove his talent, Miguel finds himself in the stunning and colorful Land of the Dead. After meeting a charming trickster named Héctor, the two new friends embark on an extraordinary journey to unlock the real story behind Miguel's family history.

Remember Me

from CocoPop Choral Series Octavo

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• Series: Pop Choral Series
• Publisher: Hal Leonard
• Format: Octavo
• SATB
• Composers: Kristen Anderson-Lopez, Robert Lopez
• Arranger: Roger Emerson

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The Disney/Pixar animated film Coco celebrates Mexican culture and specifically the tradition of Dia de los Muertos (Day of the Dead). This is not a somber occasion. Rather it is a day to celebrate, to remember, and to honor those who are no longer with us in the physical world. Academy Award-winning composers Robert Lopez and his wife Kristen Anderson Lopez (Frozen) have written a beautiful ballad that offers peace and assurance to those left behind.

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Lyrics: Remember Me

[Chorus: Miguel]

Remember me, though I have to say goodbye

Remember me; don't let it make you cry

For even if I'm far away, I hold you in my heart

I sing a secret song to you each night we are apart

Remember me, though I have to travel far

Remember me, each time you hear a sad guitar

Know that I'm with you the only way that I can be

Until you're in my arms again, remember me

[Post-Chorus: Natalia Lafourcade & Miguel]

Que nuestra canción no deje de latir

Solo con tu amor yo puedo existir

Recuérdame

Que nuestra canción no deje de latir

Solo con tu amor yo puedo existir

[Chorus: Natalia Lafourcade]

Recuérdame, si en tu mente vivo estoy

Recuérdame, mis sueños yo te doy

Te llevo en mi corazón y te acompañaré

Unidos en nuestra canción, contigo ahí estaré

Recuérdame, si sola crees estar

Recuérdame, y mi cantar te irá a abrazar

Aún en la distancia nunca vayas a olvidar

Que yo contigo siempre voy, recuérdame

[Post-Chorus: Miguel]

If you close your eyes and let the music play

Keep our love alive, I'll never fade away

If you close your eyes and let the music play

Keep our love alive, I'll never fade away

If you close your eyes and let the music play

Keep our love alive, I'll never fade away

[Chorus: Miguel]

Remember me, for I will soon be gone

Remember me, and let the love we have live on

And know that I'm with you the only way that I can be

So, until you're in my arms again, remember me

[Outro: Natalia Lafourcade & Miguel]

Que nuestra canción no deje de latir

Solo con tu amor yo puedo existir

Remember me

Que nuestra canción no deje de latir

Solo con tu amor yo puedo existir

Remember me

Kelly Clarkson Covers 'Remember Me'

From 'Coco' | Kellyoke

The Kelly Clarkson Show: Apr 18, 2024 #KellyClarksonShow #Coco. In the latest Kellyoke, Kelly Clarkson and My Band "Y'all" perform a cover of the Academy Award-winning song "Remember Me" from the Pixar film "Coco."

Kelly Clarkson Fans Declare the Singer a "National Treasure"

After Powerful Disney Cover

by Adrianna Freedman

Kelly Clarkson Fans Declare the Singer a "National Treasure"

After Powerful Disney Cover

Kelly Clarkson is memorable for a plethora of reasons, and one that always leaves people moved is the ability to evoke emotion from any song she sings.

The Grammy Award winner showed off her incredible vocal skills during an April 18 taping of The Kelly Clarkson Show, where she's well-known for performing musical covers in her "Kellyoke" segment. While she's sung covers made famous in movies in the past, this time she nodded to the world of Disney with a rendition of "Remember Me" from the Pixar animated film Coco (which won Best Original Song at the 2018 Academy Awards).

As the American Idol alum donned a simple black dress, Kelly shocked viewers by not only slowing down the tempo of the song, but singing in both Spanish and English. What's more, the show's social team went on X (formerly known as Twitter) and let everyone know Kelly's not a singer to forget any time soon.

"Remember Me 🎶," read the official caption.

When fans of the former The Voice coach caught wind of her powerful "Kellyoke" cover, they took to the comments to share how impactful the performance was for them.

"Kelly Clarkson, a national treasure," one person declared on X. "Really got the chills on that one. Beautiful!!" another wrote. "Good god that voice," a different follower added.

Can You Hear- All South Jersey Junior

Senior Choir 2014

Jan 26, 2014

SJC conducted by Dr. Christopher Thomas

of Rowan University. COMBINED PIECE

Terry Pluto - The Girl in Red (prose)

As I think of The Girl In Red, I hear those lyrics from
Don McLean’s “American Pie.”  |  Getty Images

Memories of The Girl In Red

& the soundtrack of ‘American Pie’

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by Terry Pluto‘s Faith & You

Terry Pluto, cleveland.com

Updated: Apr. 08, 2024, 2:46 a.m.|

Published: Mar. 17, 2024, 5:01 a.m.

CLEVELAND, Ohio – I think about her once or twice a year. It happens when I see a certain little girl dressed in red.

This girl … the girl in my memory … has chocolate skin, pretty braids and red ribbons in her hair. She is wearing a cute red dress – the kind kids wore to school once upon a time.

I see her walk. It’s more of a bounce. It’s an act of joy, punctuated with an innocent smile. She is young, maybe in the fourth grade.

“A long, long time ago …”

As I think of The Girl In Red, I hear those lyrics from Don McLean’s “American Pie.”

“A long, long time ago, I can still remember

how that music used to make me smile… "

I wish I could remember this story as clearly as I do those lyrics.

A LONG, LONG TIME AGO

It was the early 1970s. I was just starting college. “American Pie” was a constant as I drove to school and work in my blue Dodge Dart. It blared out of my 8-track tape player – one of the worst contraptions invented as it constantly chewed up the tape inside.

But it was a long, long time ago…

I had a part time job as a tutor at John Raper Elementary in Hough. The Hough Riots were in 1966. Several years later, you could still see a few burned-out buildings, some rubble where there once was a house.

I drove by looking for the school. The spot on East 85th is an empty lot. Like The Girl In Red, the school is long gone.

She was in the fourth grade, one of the smallest kids in the class. I was there to help the students learn the multiplication tables. My pay was something like two bucks an hour, a few hours three days a week. I lived on Red Barn cheeseburgers and pizza from the Rascal House near Cleveland State.

Once upon a time, there was a special girl student who Terry
Pluto remembers from almost 50 years ago. Illustration By
JoAnne Coughlin Walsh / Advance Local JoAnne Coughlin
Walsh, Advance Local

WHAT WAS HER NAME?

I wish I could remember her name, but I can’t. To me, she always is The Girl In Red even though I’m sure she wore other colors.

Unlike most of my students, she was excited to have a tutor. Her math was weak but her work ethic was strong. I was told she had moved around a lot. She was intelligent, but “lost time” living in different places, according to one of her teachers.

I had her for a few months, and she was the highlight of my tutoring day. Always dressed neatly – matching shoes, socks and dress. Her hair was immaculately braided with a ribbon, her smile was ever present.

One day, she asked me, “Do you live in a nice house?”

I never thought about it much. At that point, my family owned a split-level in Northfield. I was living at home, commuting to college and my various part-time jobs. Before I answered, I thought about the places I drove past each time I went to Hough.

“Yes,” I said. “I live in a nice house.”

I waited for her to say something else, but she didn’t. She sort of looked at something over my shoulder. I thought of asking her if she lived in a nice house, but wisely kept my mouth shut.

THE BRICK THROWERS

One day I was tutoring a little boy. Suddenly, a brick banged against the classroom window, glass shattering. The little boy ran to the window, me right behind him. We saw a couple of kids in the parking lot, looking up and laughing.

“They used to go here,” said the boy. “They bad.”

I was always thankful The Girl In Red wasn’t in the room with me that day. But I thought about the brick and the broken window right after she asked me about the house.

The little boy and I returned to working on the multiplication tables. What is there to say about any of it? For some of these kids, it seemed like so often someone was throwing a brick right in the middle of something good happening.

WHAT WE REMEMBER

I tell this story peering into the rearview mirror of memory of nearly a half-century ago. I’m not sure what is actually factual, at least the small details and conversations. Is it how I want to remember it, or did it actually happen as I remember?

“February made me shiver with every paper I’d deliver …

“Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn’t take one more step … ”

There they are, more lyrics from “American Pie.”

In my memory, it happened in February. Even though the school was a few miles from Lake Erie, the winter wind whipped and puffs of white came out of my mouth while I walked into the school.

I saw The Girl In Red at the other end of the hall. She was going out the door. She was with an older woman, The Girl In Red hanging on to the lady’s hand.

I walked into the classroom and asked the teacher about her.

“You won’t be seeing her again,” she said.

“What happened?” I asked.

The teacher explained the lady was from “the welfare department.” It was probably Child Protective Services.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“I told you,” said the teacher. “She won’t be with us anymore.”

The teacher went silent. She gave me the look she gave her students, the stare that could silence a classroom. This woman didn’t babysit, she taught. She kept order. Her kids learned the basics. She was about 50. At that point, it seemed – just for a second – like she might cry.

“I can’t say any more,” she said.

We were talking in the hallway. She turned and walked into the classroom. I followed her.

“I met a girl who sang the blues and

asked her for some happy news …

“But she just smiled and turned away.”

More lines from “American Pie.”

I always wished I had heard some happy news about The Girl In Red. Never heard a word. Never think about her, until I see a little girl in red with braids and a smile.

Don McLean - America Pie (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1]

A long, long time ago

I can still remember how that music

Used to make me smile

And I knew if I had my chance

That I could make those people dance

And maybe they'd be happy for a while

But February made me shiver

With every paper I'd deliver

Bad news on the doorstep

I couldn't take one more step

I can't remember if I cried

When I read about his widowed bride

But something touched me deep inside

The day the music died

[Chorus]

So, bye-bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry

And them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

Singin', "This'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die"

[Verse 2]

Did you write the book of love?

And do you have faith in God above

If the Bible tells you so?

Now, do you believe in rock 'n' roll?

Can music save your mortal soul?

And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him

'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym

You both kicked off your shoes

Man, I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck

With a pink carnation and a pickup truck

But I knew I was out of luck

The day the music died

[Chorus]

I started singin', bye-bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry

Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

And singin', "This'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die"

[Verse 3]

Now, for ten years we've been on our own

And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone

But that's not how it used to be

When the jester sang for the king and queen

In a coat he borrowed from James Dean

And a voice that came from you and me

Oh, and while the king was looking down

The jester stole his thorny crown

The courtroom was adjourned

No verdict was returned

And while Lennon read a book on Marx

The quartet practiced in the park

And we sang dirges in the dark

The day the music died

[Chorus]

We were singin', bye-bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry

Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

And singin', "This'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die"

[Verse 4]

Helter skelter in a summer swelter

The birds flew off with a fallout shelter

Eight miles high and fallin' fast

It landed foul on the grass

The players tried for a forward pass

With the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now, the halftime air was sweet perfume

While sergeants played a marching tune

We all got up to dance

Oh, but we never got the chance

'Cause the players tried to take the field

The marching band refused to yield

Do you recall what was revealed

The day the music died?

[Chorus]

We started singin', bye-bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry

Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

And singin', "This'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die"

[Verse 5]

Oh, and there we were all in one place

A generation lost in space

With no time left to start again

So, come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick

Jack Flash sat on a candlestick

'Cause fire is the Devil's only friend

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage

My hands were clenched in fists of rage

No angel born in Hell

Could break that Satan spell

And as the flames climbed high into the night

To light the sacrificial rite

I saw Satan laughing with delight

The day the music died

[Chorus]

He was singin', bye-bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry

Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

And singin', "This'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die..."

[Bridge]

I met a girl who sang the blues

And I asked her for some happy news

But she just smiled and turned away

I went down to the sacred store

Where I'd heard the music years before

But the man there said the music wouldn't play

And in the streets, the children screamed

The lovers cried and the poets dreamed

But not a word was spoken

The church bells all were broken

And the three men I admire most

The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost

They caught the last train for the coast

The day the music died

[Deleted Verse]

And there I stood alone and afraid

I dropped to my knees and there I prayed

And I promised Him everything I could give

If only He would make the music live

And He promised it would live once more

But this time one would equal four

And in five years four had come to mourn

And the music was reborn

[Chorus]

And they were singin', bye-bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

And them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

Singin', "This'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die"

[Outro]

They were singin', bye-bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

Singin', "This'll be the day that I die"

R.E. Slater - Questions I Ask Myself When Nobody is Listening (a poem)

Religion by Charles Sprague Pearce

What is Apophatic Verse?

It seems the Internet did not wish to answer my question as to what apophatic verse might be. What I got were thoughts on negative theology rather than poetic verse which, I suppose, was on target if "verse" were taken to be referring to Bible verses.

Yet, this was not what I wanted when searching the Internet. And yet, in a skewed, sideways sort of mention, I suppose my query might have unconsciously asked how "Spirit" and "spirit" might coexist between my God and my heart.

As example of this latter mention, when positively declaring "God is infinite" one might redress the topic apophatically - that is, in negative rephrasing - by saying, "God is not finite." Even so, this was neither my question of the Internet nor how I normally wish to come to God's Person or Personage in negative address.

And yet, curiously, in it's reply the Internet went a bit further when expanding on the tangential subject of apophatic prayer - of which question I definitely was neither asking, nor seeking, nor even considering such a reply.... even so, I continued my sideways glance, focusing on the wayward paragraph then reading it finding my heart warmed in a way only the Spirit might do on so late an eve as I quietly read for a third time the Internet's serendipitous contemplation:

What is Apophatic Prayer?

Answered negatively, "Kataphatic" prayer has content using words, images, symbols, and ideas; whereas "Apophatic" prayer has no content. It simply means emptying the mind and heart of restless words and thoughts to find oneself simply resting in the presence of the God in prayerful reflection. Restated,... a centering prayer may be apophatic in result.

R.E. Slater

May 15, 2024

*What is apophatic mysticism? Apophatic mystics claim that nothing positive can be said about objects or states of affairs that they experience. These are absolutely indescribable, or “ineffable.” Thus, apophatic theology typically will be negative theology — meaning, we may only say what God is not. - SEOP: Mysticism

* * * * * *

Francesco Botticini, The Assumption of the Virgin (c. 1475; detail)

Questions I Ask Myself

When Nobody is Listening

by R.E. Slater

Sitting in absence wishing it were not so,

    is unlike sitting in want finding I have no needs.

On a day when my heart is broken,

    only then can it be made whole.

So too is curiosity a curious thing -

    but so is satisfaction when unmet.

There is fullness in every new day,

    yet by nightfall I find myself empty.

When mind and heart restlessly struggle,

    in God's presence I find stillness.

Can the way of the bee and the ant teach anything?

    Or is it foolishness which cannot be taught?

If it is true that a good ploughhorse requires a field,

    then a good student should require a good teacher.

When parents fail whom do they turn to?

    Or, when turning, find none to help.

I cannot say whether Time is a mystery or an illusion,

    though I believe both are true of relationships.

There is also mystery in each new day,

    but by day's end all seems known.

"Can a true thing be less true?" I ask myself.

    And if so, were it never true at all?

Too, can a false thing teach truth?

    ... Perhaps so, when discovering my own error.

Daily chores seem a burdensome imaginary,

    until unmet, then finding they were never imaginary.

Of thoughtful questions there seems no end,

    but upon reflection they seem never asked.

Might salvation be found before one is fallen?

    Or must one fall to be found?

         ... Life lessons are oftimes hard.

Similarly, if one is found had a fall occurred?

    Or was it I who needed most to be lost?

Testimony always seems right when utter,

    but in hindsight, it holds many a cruelty.

A faithful witness, like one's love,

     is most needed when spoken timefully.

To waste a day is to lose more than a day,

    but in truth, many days are just as well lost.

If one's heart goes unheeded,

    does it sour in remiss?

And if one's heart is heeded,

    does the errant day run brighter?

Most days seem futile though, in hindsight,

    they were as necessary as the air we breathe.

A good prose poem blends seamless to the hour,

    even as the wayward hour expires when unnoticed.

Age looks back on youth seeing wonder, miracle,...

    yet youth, looking to age, has yet to comprehend.

R.E. Slater

March 26, 2023

Note: An experiment in apophatic poetry

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