A roulade is a dish of filled rolled meat or pastry. Traditionally found in various European cuisines, the term roulade originates from the French word "rouler", meaning "to roll". However, the term may be used in its generic sense to describe any filled rolled dish, such as those found in maki sushi.
A meat-based roulade typically consists of a slice of steak rolled around a filling such as cheese, vegetables, or other meats. A roulade, like a braised dish, is often browned then covered with wine or stock and cooked. Such a roulade is commonly secured with a toothpick, metal skewer or a piece of string. The roulade is then sliced into rounds and served. Of this common form, there are several notable dishes:
A roulade is an elaborate embellishment of several notes sung to one syllable. It is most associated with (but not restricted to) the operatic coloratura vocal style. It consists of a single phrase, or could even be part of a longer phrase. It is more extended than ornaments such as a trill, mordent or turn, but not to the extent that it could be called a cadenza (which is usually more than one phrase and is extended enough to be considered a musical section in itself). It is usually performed in a rhythmically free style, either by use of rubato or over a musical pause and it is in this way that it is distinguished from a melisma. Examples are in the operatic works of Bellini and Donizetti and the Nocturnes of Chopin. Extended embellishments found in modern day Gospel vocalisations could be said to be roulades.
Kamikaze seagull planes
Fighting over chip shop take-away remains
When you're walking on the cliffs
You can't help thinking of how far down the sea is
And what if it should give...
I didn't mean to bring you down
Summer's over, seaside town
She says we shouldn't have come so far
This seaside town, summer's over.
Empty pubs echo with sounds
Jukebox selections that keep going round and round
And maybe rain is all we need
To come and wash the summer rubbish off the beach
Oh, let's just go to sleep!
I didn't mean to bring you down
Summer's over, seaside town
She says we shouldn't have come so far
This seaside town...
[CHORUS]
In the back of the arcades
Kids borrow money to play one more final game
While mothers wait in family cars
I wonder why we ever chose to come so far
But I wish you wouldn't ask...
I didn't mean to bring you down
Summer's over, seaside town
She says we shouldn't have come so far
This seaside town...
[CHORUS]
This summer's over, seaside town,
This seaside town, summer's over,
Summer's over...