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Night And Day :: Frank Sinatra

Night and day, you are the one
Only you 'neath the moon or under the sun
Whether near to me or far
It's no matter, darling, where you are
I think of you day and night

Night and day, why is it so
That this longin' for you follows wherever I go ?
In the roarin' traffic's boom
In the silence of my lonely room
I think of you day and night

Night and day, under the hide of me
There's an oh, such a hungry yearnin' burnin' inside of me
And its torment won't be through
Till you let me spend my life makin' love to you
Day and night, night and day

[Instrumental]

Night and day, you are the one
Only you 'neath the moon or under the sun
Whether near to me or far
It's no matter, baby, where you are
I think of you day and night

Night and day, why is it so
That this longin' for you follows wherever I go ?
In the roarin' traffic's boom
Silence of my lonely room
I think of you day and night

Night and day, under the hide of me
There's an oh, such a hungry burning inside of me
And its torment won't be through
Till you let me spend life makin' love to you
Day and night, night and day

wa2k
letty :
the german translation reminds of danny kaye playing the german submarine-commander ...
...ach du meine guete , das verknackste suessholz ist unter den bismark-hering gefallen ... monokel in die scheisse gefallen , leider total zersplittert ... (oder so aehnlich !) . hbg

Hey, Hawkman. Is that a telling song?The verse to that is exceptionally lovely as well. Where is our turtleman? I know that he is safe at home.

hamburger, I am so glad that Walter and dys are away at wolf creek and can't hear that rather poor translation.

As Raggedy, my sister, and I love Danny Kaye, we would appreciate the English version. Of course, folks, we could listen to Day Bidet.

this is a little raunchy, but maybe a change of pace is ok

Mississippi Queen, If you know what I mean
Mississippi Queen, She taught me everything
Way down around Vicksburg, Around Louisiana way
Lived a cajun lady, we called her Mississippi Queen
You know she was a dancer
She moved better on wine

While the rest of them dudes were'a gettin' their kicks,
Buddy, beg your pardon, I was getting mine!

Mississippi Queen, If you know what I mean
Mississippi Queen, She taught me everything
This lady she asked me, If I would be her maaan
You know that I told her, I'd do what I can
To keep her looking pretty
Buy her dresses that shine

While the rest of them dudes were making their bread
Buddy, beg your pardon, I was losing mine!

----- Lead Guitar ----- {kick ***}

You know she was a dancer
She mooved better on wine

While the rest of them dudes were'a gettin' their kicks,
Brotha, beg your pardon, now I'm getting mine!

Yeeeaaaaah, Mississippi Queen!

Aha! there's our turtleman. Well, M.D. you returned just like D.M.

Nothing ribald about that song, buddy. I guess it's the way boys become men. <smile>

But, folks, sometimes it's fate and often kismet so:

From Kismet


Dawn's promising skies
Petals on a pool drifting
Imagine these in one pair of eyes
And this is my beloved

Strange spice from the south
Honey through the comb sifting
Imagine these in one eager mouth
And this is my beloved

And when s/he speaks and when s/he talks to me
Music! Mystery!
And when s/he moves And when s/he walks with me
Paradise comes suddenly near

All that can stir All that can stun
All that's for the heart's lifting
Imagine these in one perfect one

And this is my beloved
And this is my beloved

wa2k
(letty : i too am glad that walter is away , since he might not approve of my german either !). hbg

a2k
letty : to make up for my bad behaviour , here is a true canadian "paddling" song .
notice that it refers to the moose and beaver , gotta be canaaajun ! hbg
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A true canadian paddling song with a more aboriginal perspective.

My paddle's keen and bright
Flashing with silver
Follow the wild goose flight
Dip, dip and swing
Dip, dip and swing her back
Flashing with silver
Swift as the wild goose flies
Dip, dip and swing
Land of the silver birch
Home of the beaver
Where still the mighty moose
Wanders at will
Blue lake and rocky shore
I will return once more
Boom-diddy-ah-da, Boom-diddy-ah-da, Boom-diddy-ah-da, bo-oo-oom

High on a rocky ledge
I¹ll build my wigwam
Close to the water¹s edge
Silent and still
Blue lake and rocky shore
I will return once more
Boom-diddy-ah-da, Boom-diddy-ah-da, Boom-diddy-ah-da, bo-oo-oom

My heart grows sick for thee
Here in the lowlands
I will return to thee hills of the north
Blue lake and rocky shore
I will return once more
Boom-diddy-ah-da, Boom-diddy-ah-da, Boom-diddy-ah-da, bo-oo-oom

Land of the silver birch
Home of the beaver
Where still the mighty moose
Wanders at will
Blue lake and rocky shore
I will return once more
Boom-diddy-ah-da, Boom-diddy-ah-da, Boom-diddy-ah-da, bo-oo-oom

hamburger, that was so lovely: it really brought tears to my eyes. I remember reading the speech of Chief Joseph and feeling his resolution and pain but with pride threaded through it all.

What a lovely song to end the evening, folks.

Goodnight.

From Letty with love.

Burt Bacharach
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Burt Bacharach (born May 12, 1928 in Kansas City, Missouri) is a Jewish-American pianist and composer.


Biography

Bacharach studied music at McGill University and the Mannes School of Music. In the 1950s and the early 1960s he was the pianist, arranger and bandleader for Marlene Dietrich with whom he toured. He teamed with lyricist Hal David and others to write many popular songs in the 1960s and 1970s.

Bacharach's music has been sung by a number of popular singers including The Carpenters, Aretha Franklin, Jack Jones, Tom Jones, Dusty Springfield, Luther Vandross, and especially Dionne Warwick, who recorded his demos. His music, which is mostly classified as Easy listening has been praised for its distinctive melodies, sophisticated style, and light classical feel. He has a total of 52 Top 40 hits. In addition, many of his songs were adapted by jazz artists of the time, such as Stan Getz and Wes Montgomery. The Bacharach-David composition "My Little Red Book", originally recorded by Manfred Mann for the film What's New, Pussycat, and promptly covered by Love in 1965, has become a rock standard. Popular songwriter Jimmy Webb has acknowledged Bacharach's influence on his work.

He has been married four times, to Paula Stewart (1953-1958), to actress Angie Dickinson (1965-1980), to lyricist Carole Bayer Sager (1982-1991) - with whom he collaborated on a number of pieces - and (since 1993) Jane Hanson. He has a total of four children, two girls and two boys.

In 1998 he collaborated on an album called Painted From Memory with singer/songwriter Elvis Costello. His 2005 album At This Time features collaborations with Costello, Rufus Wainwright, and Dr. Dre (who provides bass-and-drum loops). [1]

Bacharach has had cameo roles in a number of Hollywood movies including all three Austin Powers movies. His music is also credited as providing inspiration for these movies.

On Status Quo's album Heavy Traffic, Track number 8 is named "Diggin' Burt Bacharach".

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burt_Bacharach

Emilio Estevez
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Emilio Estevez (born May 12, 1962 in New York, New York) is an American actor and director.

His father is actor Martin Sheen. His younger brothers are Charlie Sheen and Ramón Luis Estevez, and his younger sister is Renée Estevez. He is most famous as part of the 1980s Brat Pack group of actors, having starred in The Breakfast Club (1985) and St. Elmo's Fire (1985). He also appeared in the cult film Repo Man (1984), as the punk-rocker-turned-car-repossessor Otto. Estevez is probably most recognizable among younger audiences for his role in The Mighty Ducks series. Emilio is very proud of his Spanish and Irish heritage.

He has two children with ex-girlfriend, model Carey Salley, a son Taylor Levi (born in June 1984) and daughter Paloma Estevez (born 1986). Most recently, he has directed episodes of the TV series, Cold Case, Close to Home, The Guardian and CSI: NY.

He was briefly married to singer-choreographer Paula Abdul.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emilio_Estevez

travel lingo:

In a Zurich hotel:
Because of the impropriety of entertaining guests of the
opposite sex in the bedroom, it is suggested that the lobby
be used for this purpose.

In an advertisement by a Hong Kong dentist:
Teeth extracted by the latest Methodists.

In a Rome laundry:
Ladies, leave your clothes here and spend the afternoon
having a good time.

In a Norwegian cocktail lounge:
Ladies are requested not to have children in the bar.

At a Budapest zoo:
Please do not feed the animals. If you have any suitable
foods, give it to the guard on duty.

At the office of a Rome doctor:
Specialist in women and other diseases.

At an Acapulco hotel:
The manager has personally passed all the water served here.

At a Tokyo shop:
Our nylons cost more than common, but you'll find they are
best in the long run.

A Japanese information booklet about using a hotel air
conditioner:
Cooles and Heates: If you want just condition of warm in your
room, please control yourself.

From a brochure of a car rental firm in Tokyo:
When passenger of foot heave in sight, tootle the horn.
Trumpet him melodiously at first, but if he still obstacles
your passage, then tootle him with vigor.

In a Bangkok temple:
It is forbidden to enter a woman even a foreigner if dressed
as a man.

In a Tokyo bar:
Special cocktails for the ladies with nuts.

In a Copenhagen airline ticket office:
We take your bags and send them in all directions.

On the door of a Moscow hotel room:
If this is your first visit to the USSR, you are welcome to it.

Good morning, WA2K listeners and fans.

My,my, our hawkman is up early this morning with his background info on the celebs. Thanks, Boston.

George Carlin broke all the rules, right? There is something to be said for that as it's a type of rebellion against a rather stuffy establishment.

Ah, the signs and their implications. Love it. Although we all enjoy Burt's music, I feel, listeners, that this is an appropriate song for the morning.

Europe

Sign Of The Times

When the word is out from the other side
She turns around
Cause day and night she's waited patiently
Now a different kind of world out there
Is to be found
It's over now for everyone to see
This is the way it's meant to be

It's the way that we make things right
It's the way that we hold on tight
I know, it's the sign of the times
It's the way that we make things turn
It's the way that we live and learn
I know, it's the sign of the times

It wakes him up, he turns around
And now he's gone
He's been waitin' for this moment desperately
Now the time is right, he's turnin' back
He's going home
Yeah it's over now for everyone to see
This is the way it's meant to be

It's the way that we make things right...

And everytime it's on my mind
I feel so insecure
It worries me to end up here alone
But everytime I realize I need her more and more
I'd never make it on my own

It's the way that we make things right...

Good morning WA2K.

I would like to thank our PD for posting my favorite Borodin song from Kismet last evening.

And thank Bobsmythhawk for making me laugh this A.M.

Some pictures of today's celebs:

and, the parody, listeners:

A poem from the famous English satirical magazine Punch published during the time of the Crimean War, 1854-1856, when Miss Florence Nightingale and her nurses were nursing English Soldiers for the first time in English history. Since this poem is 150 years old, the language, the punctuation, and the spelling may be unfamiliar; you may need to use a dictionary.
The Nightingale's Song to the Sick Soldier

Listen, soldier, to the tale of the tender nightingale,
'Tis a charm that soon will ease your wounds so cruel,
Singing medicine for your pain, in a sympathetic strain,
With a jug, jug, jug of lemonade or gruel.

Singing bandages and lint; salve and cerate without stint,
Singing plenty both of liniment and lotion,
And your mixtures pushed about, and the pills for you served out,
With alacrity and promptitude of motion.

Singing light and gentle hands, and a nurse who understands
How to manage every sort of application,
From a poultice to a leech; whom you haven't got to teach
The way to make a poppy fomentation.

Singing pillow for you, smoothed; smart and ache and anguish smoothed,
By the readiness of feminine invention;
Singing fever's thirst allayed, and the bed you've tumbled made,
With a cheerful and considerate attention.

Singing succour to the brave, and a rescue from the grave,
Hear the nightingale that's come to the Crimea,
'Tis a nightingale as strong in her heart as in her song,
To carry out so gallant an idea.






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Good day all. At a time when far more soldiers died of disease than were killed in battle, Florence and her new ways must have saved very many lives.


Wind Beneath my Wings ~ Lyrics


It must have been cold there in my shadow,
to never have sunlight on your face.
You were content to let me shine, that's your way.
You always walked a step behind.

So I was the one with all the glory,
while you were the one with all the strength.
A beautiful face without a name for so long.
A beautiful smile to hide the pain.

Did you ever know that you're my hero,
and everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle,
for you are the wind beneath my wings.

It might have appeared to go unnoticed,
but I've got it all here in my heart.
I want you to know I know the truth,
Of course I know it.
I would be nothing without you.

Did you ever know that you're my hero?
You're everything I wish I could be.
I could fly higher than an eagle,
for you are the wind beneath my wings.

Did I ever tell you you're my hero?
You're everything, everything I wish I could be.
Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle,
for you are the wind beneath my wings,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

Oh, the wind beneath my wings.
You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings.
Fly, fly, fly away. You let me fly so high.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.

Fly, fly, fly high against the sky,
so high I almost touch the sky.
Thank you, thank you,
thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings.