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Artist: Don McLean
Song: American Pie Lyrics

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.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
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.

I started singin',
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

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 of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling 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 half-time air was sweet perfume
While the 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?

We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

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's 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

He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

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.

And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day that I die.

Ah, Try. One of my favorites. Supposedly, that song is the history of rock and roll.

The real musicians involved are:

Buddy Holly
Elvis Presley
Bob Dylan
The Beatles

That followed with his lovely song about Vincent Van Gogh, which
led to "Killing me Softly" by a couple of men who heard Don McLean in concert.

Don now:



and a link about American Pie:

http://www.rareexception.com/Garden/American.php

I don't recall the "Killing Softly" story, Letty. Perhaps, when you have some time, you'll tell us more about it. (I saw Don McLean up close and personal in a little dive (five tables) in PA. He sang his song, "And I Love You So" for me and "Empty Chairs" for my daughter. I love the guy.

I love the guy as well, Raggedy.(you lucky gal)

Two men went to a Don McLean concert. They listened to him perform, and wrote that song. Many folks have done it since:

So, let this be my goodnight song, folks:

Killing Me Softly With His Song
( Roberta Flack )

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...

I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style.
And so I came to see him to listen for a while.
And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes.

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...

I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud.
I prayed that he would finish but he just kept right on ...

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...

He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair.
And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there.
But he just came to singing, singing clear and strong.

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...

He was strumming, oh, he was singing my song.
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...
With his song ...

and, folks. If you want to hear it done by Roberta:

http://www.geocities.com/bjaes.geo/lyrics/rflack.htm

From Letty with love

Alberta let your hair hang low
Alberta let your hair hang low
I'll give you more gold
Than your apron can hold
If you only let your hair hang low

Alberta what's on your mind
Alberta what's on your mind
You keep me worried and bothered
All of the time
Alberta what's on your mind

Alberta don't you treat me unkind
Alberta don't you treat me unkind
Oh my heart is so sad
Cause I want you so bad
Alberta don't you treat me unkind

Alberta let your hair hang low
Alberta let your hair hang low
I'll give you more gold
Than your apron can hold
If you'll only let your hair hang low


Alberta - Dylan version

and, folks, a song from Chuck Berry:



Chuck Berry; Maybelline

MAYBELLINE WHY CAN'T YOU BE TRUE
OH MAYBELLINE
WHY CAN'T YOU BE TRUE
YOU DONE STARTED DOING THE THINGS
YOU USE TO DO

AS I WAS MOTIVATING OVER THE HILL
SAW MAYBELLINE IN A COUP DEVILLE
A CADILLAC ROLLING ON OLD GLEN ROAD
NOTHING OUT RUN MY V-8 FORD
A CADILLAC DOING ABOUT 95
IT WAS BUMPER TO BUMPER SIDE TO SIDE

chorus;
MAYBELLINE
WHY CAN'T YOU BE TRUE
OH MAYBELLINE
WHY CAN'T YOU BE TRUE
YOU DONE STARTED BACK DOING THE THINGS
YOU USE TO DO

A CADILLAC PULLED UP TO 104
BEFORE IT GOT HOT IT WOULD DO NO MORE
IT DONE GOT CLOUDY AND STARTED TO RAIN
I TOOTED MY HORN FOR THE PASSING LANE
A RAIN WATER BLOWING ALL UNDER MY HOOD
I NEW THAT WAS DOING MY MOTOR GOOD

chorus

solo

chorus

THE WATER COOLED DOWN THE HEAT WENT DOWN
BUT UNDER THE HOOD THE HIGHWAY SOUND
CADILLAC SAT LIKE A TOWING LANE
110 A HALF A MILE AHEAD
CADILLAC LOOK LIKE IT WAS STANDING STILL
I CAUGHT MAYBELLINE AT THE TOP OF THE HILL

G'day from down south. I see we are still driving…


Love Shack Lyrics
Artist(Band):The B-52's

If you see a faded sign by the side of the road that says
15 miles to the... Love Shack! Love Shack yeah yeah
I'm headin' down the Atlanta highway, lookin' for the love getaway
Heading for the love getaway, love getaway,
I got me a car, it's as big as a whale and we're headin' on down
To the Love Shack

I got me a Chrysler, it seats about 20
So hurry up and bring your jukebox money
The Love Shack is a little old place where we can get together
Love Shack baby, {a Love Shack bay-bee}.
Love shack, baby love shack, love shack, baby love shack, love shack. {love baby, that's where it's at) love shack {love baby, that's where it's at)

Sign says.. Woo... stay away fools, 'cause love rules at the Love Shack!
Well it's set way back in the middle of a field,
Just a funky old shack and I gotta get back

Glitter on the mattress
Glitter on the highway
Glitter on the front porch
Glitter on the highway

The Love Shack is a little old place where we can get together, love shack baby...
{Love Shack baby!} Love Shack, that's where it's at! Love Shack, that's where it's at!

Huggin' and a kissin', dancin' and a lovin', wearin' next to nothing
Cause it's hot as an oven
The whole shack shimmies
YEA! the whole shack shimmies!
The whole shack shimmies when everybody's
Movin' around and around and around!
Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin' baby!
Folks linin' up outside just to get down
Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin' baby!
Funky little shack! Funky little shack!

Hop in my Chrysler, it's as big as a whale and it's about to set sail!
I got me a car, it seats about 20
So come on and bring your jukebox money.

Oh the Love Shack is a little old place where we can get together
love shack, baby! {a love shack baby}
love shack! baby love shack
love shack! baby love shack
love shack! baby love shack {love baby that's where its at, yea, love baby that's where it's at}

Bang bang bang, on the door baby! {Knock a little louder sugar!}
Bang bang bang,on the door baby! {I can't hear you!}
Bang bang bang, on the door baby! {Knock a little louder sugar!}
Bang bang bang, on the door baby! {I can't hear you!}

Love Shack, baby Love Shack!
Love Shack, baby Love Shack! love baby that's where its at, yea, love baby that's where it's at
Love Shack, baby Love Shack!
Love baby, love shack
Huggin' and a kissin', dancin' and a lovin' at the love shack.

Good morning, Try. Now I understand the expression, "shack up". <smile> Thanks, buddy.

Well, listeners, there are a couple of songs I have been turning over in my mind this AM. Here is one:

Catfish Blues Lyrics
by Jimi Hendrix
Well I wish I was a catfish,
Swimming in, lord, the deep blue sea.
I'd have a, all you pretty women,
fishin' after me, fishin' after me,
fishin' after me. Yeah.
Ohh yeah, ohh yeah, ohh yeah, ohh yeah.

When I went down, my girlfriends house.
And I sat down, lord, on her front step.
And she said a, come in now Jimi.
My husband just now left, just now left.
Ohh yeah, ohh yeah, ohh yeah, ohh yeah.

Well there's two, two trains runnin',
but there's not one, lord, that's goin' my way.
You know there's a one train runnin' at midnight.
Other one leave just for a day,
leave just for a day.
Ohh yeah, ohh yeah, ohh yeah, ohh yeah.

The other goes something like this:

Hot catfish and corn dodgers,
Hot catfish a nickel and a dime today.

No idea about the rest, however.

Good morning WA2K.

Happy 41st Birthday to John C. Reilly (Boogie Nights;The Thin Red Line;Magnolia;The Perfect Storm;The Good Girl ;Gangs of New York;Chicago ;The Hours ;Anger Management;The Aviator, et al )

and 51st to Roseanne Cash

and Happy 65th Bob Dylan:

And a happy birthday to Patti LaBelle, as well.

Patti Labelle
Come As You Are

You're a victim of the life you lead
In your heart of hearts you can't concede
That you could be so much more
Can't breathe in this atmosphere
You're afraid you're gonna disappear
Into yourself
And become someone else

Come as you are
I'll be here for you
Come as you are
Let me adore you
My open arms are waiting for you
All you have to do is come as you are

Doesn't matter how you paint your face
There's a beauty that you can't erase
That mirrors the heart of your soul
(Who says) angels aren't suppose to cry
(Who says) that you have to let your life slip by
and never reveal
the passion you feel

Come as you are
I'll be here for you
Come as your are
let me adore you
My open arms are waiting for you
all you have to do is come as you are

You've got to gather up your confidence
and wear it like a halo
open your eyes so you can see...yourself
I will always be right here for you
Just show me what's real
Try to reveal
The passion you feel

Come as you are
I'll be here for you
I'm waiting for you
All you gotta do
All you have to do it
Come as you are
I will adore you
All you have to do
Is come
Come as you are

Well, there's our Raggedy with quality photos as usual. My word, listeners. I only recognize one celeb and that is Bob Dylan. I am assuming that Roseanne is Johnny's offspring.

I have seen Gangs of New York and The Perfect Storm, but don't recall
John Reilly.

Did Roseanne do this?

Beautiful Pain


Beautiful pain
Beautiful hurt
Beautiful face
Beautiful earth

And you my love, most lovely of all
won't fall

Beautiful heart
Beautiful words
Beautiful loss
Beautiful world


And you my love, most lovely of all
Oh you my love, most lovely of all
Won't fall

Wonderful days
Wonderful sounds
Barely a breath
It's heaven or hell

And you my love, most lovely of all
Oh you my love, most lovely of all
Won't fall

And you my love, most lovely of all
Oh you my love, most lovely of all
Won't fall

Beautiful pain
(repeat)

Strange, that song.

Hey, Arthur. Missed your song, but the words are quite haunting. I especially like, "you're a victim of the life you lead." So often true, folks.

Now I must search out Patti LaBelle. Wonderful how many artists escape us and then we find them here. Thanks, Mr. tin sword.

Lilli Palmer
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Lilli Palmer (born Lillie Marie Peiser on May 24, 1914 in Posen, Prussia, Germany (then - after WW I - Poznań, Poland) - January 27, 1986 in Los Angeles) was an international actress.

Palmer, who took her surname from an English actress she admired, was one of three daughters born to Dr. Alfred Peiser, a German Jewish surgeon, and Rose Lissman, an Austrian Jewish stage actress. She studied drama in Berlin before fleeing to Paris in 1933 following the Nazi takeover. While performing in cabarets, she attracted the attention of British talent scouts and was offered a contract by Gaumont-British. She made her screen debut in Crime Unlimited (1935) and appeared in British films for the next decade.

In 1943, she married actor Rex Harrison and followed him to Hollywood in 1945. She signed with Warner Brothers and appeared in several films, notably Clock and Dagger (1946) and Body and Soul (1947). She also periodically appeared in stage plays as well as hosting her own television series in 1951. Harrison and Palmer appeared together in the hit Broadway play Bell, Book and Candle in the early 50s and later starred in the film version of The Four Poster (1952). Harrison and Palmer divorced in 1957. They have one son, Rex Carey Alfred Harrison (born in 1944).

Palmer went on to play both leading and supporting parts in the U.S. and abroad. She was married to Argentine actor Carlos Thompson from 1958 until her death from cancer in 1986 at the age of 71.

A talented writer, she published her memoirs Change Lobsters and Dance in 1975 and a novel, The Red Raven in 1978.

Lilli Palmer is interred at Forest Lawn Memorial Park in Glendale, California.

Siobhán McKenna
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Siobhán McKenna (May 24, 1923 - November 16, 1986), was an Irish stage and screen actress.

Born Siobhán Giollamhuire Nic Cionnaith in Belfast, Northern Ireland, she grew up in Galway City and in County Monaghan, Ireland speaking fluent Irish. She was still in her teens when she became a member of an amateur Gaelic theatre group and made her stage debut at Galway's Gaelic Theatre in 1940. She is also remembered for her English-language performances at the Abbey Theatre in Dublin where she would eventually star in what many consider her finest role in the George Bernard Shaw play, Saint Joan. While performing at the Abbey Theatre she met actor Denis O'Dea, whom she married in 1956 and they had one child, a son: Donnacha O'Dea, who swam for Ireland at the 1968 Summer Olympics and later won a World Series of Poker bracelet in 1998.

In 1947 she debuted on the London stage and on Broadway in 1955 in The Chalk Garden for which she would receive a Tony Award nomination for "Best Actress in a Leading Role, Drama." In 1956, she appeared in the Cambridge Drama Festival production of Saint Joan at the Off-Broadway Phoenix Theatre. Theatre critic Elliot Norton called her performance the finest portrayal of Joan in memory. Siobhán McKenna's popularity earned her the cover of Life magazine. She received a second Tony Best Actress nomination for her role in the 1958 play, The Rope Dancers in which she starred with Art Carney and Joan Blondell.

Although primarily a stage actress, McKenna appeared in a number of made-for-television films and dramas plus acted in several motion pictures including 1961's King of Kings, starring in the role of the Virgin Mary. In 1964 she performed in Of Human Bondage and the following year in Doctor Zhivago.

McKenna was awarded the Gold Medal of the Eire Society of Boston, Massachusetts for having "significantly fulfilled the ideals of the Eire Society, in particular, spreading awareness of the cultural achievements of the Irish people."

Siobhán McKenna's final stage appearance came in the 1985 play Bailegangaire for the Druid Theatre Company. Suffering from lung cancer, despite surgery, she died the following year in Dublin, Ireland at the age of 64, and was interred in the Rahoon Cemetery in County Galway, Ireland. The inscription on her tomb is written in Irish.

Gary Burghoff
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Gary Burghoff as Walter "Radar" O'Reilly.Gary Burghoff (born May 24, 1943 in Bristol, Connecticut) is the actor who played the character Corporal Walter "Radar" O'Reilly in both the film and television series M*A*S*H. He also played Charlie Brown in the 1967 off-Broadway musical You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown. Born with a club foot and two short fingers on his left hand, Burghoff uses props to deflect attention from this: in Charlie Brown he had a baseball glove on that hand most of the time, and in the M*A*S*H television series, he usually had a clipboard in it.

Burghoff was the only member of the movie cast to be a regular on the television series. He was not however, the only person from the movie to appear on the television series. Several other actors from the movie also made guest appearances on the television series.

Burghoff was married to Janet Gayle, from 1971 to 1979; they had one child before the marriage ended in divorce. In 1991 he married Elisabeth Bostrom; they have two children together. Currently resides in Paradise, California and does TV ads for local doctors.

In addition to acting, Burghoff also works as a professional jazz drummer, heading the trio The We Three, and as a wildlife painter. Other activities include outdoorsmanship and high-power rifle shooting.

Burghoff got his start in both acting and drumming during his high school years in Delavan, WI.

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Bob

Whiskey In The Jar (Traditional) Lyrics


(Originally recorded by Thin Lizzy)

As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains.
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'.
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier.
I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya.

I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny.
I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly.
She swore that she loved me, never would she leave me.
But the devil take that woman, yeah for you know she tricked me easy.

Musha ring dum a do dum a da.
Whack for my daddy-o,
Whack for my daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar-o.

Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber.
Takin' money with me and I never knew the danger.
For about six or maybe seven, yeah in walks Captain Farrell.
I jumped up, fired my pistols and I shot him with both barrels.

Musha ring dum a do dum a da.
Whack for my daddy-o,
Whack for my daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar-o.

Now some men like the fishin' some men like the fowlin',
Some men like ta hear, ta hear the cannon ball a roarin'.
Me? I like sleepin' especially in my Molly's chamber.
But here I am in prison, here I am with ball and chain, yeah.

Musha ring dum a do dum a da.
Whack for my daddy-o,
Whack for my daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar-o yeah.

Whiskey in the jar-o.

Ah, Bob. I have been experiencing problems with both search engines. Must be the entire net.

Hey, Try. That wouldn't be an Irish song would it? Great and reminds me of "Mamma Told me Not to Come."

Well, I just found out about Patty LaBelle. Love her ever since I watched Beverly Hills Cop. So, listeners:

Stir It Up Patti LaBelle lyrics
Artist: Patti LaBelle
Album: Greatest Hits
Year: 1996



I can't sit here while I go nowhere
Chase my dreams through the polluted air
Walking on a wire
Running out of time
There's no room in this ol' heart of mine

Bill collectors waiting down the hall
Neighbors screaming cracked the bedroom wall
Birds jump off the pavement
Passion hits the streets
Anger's cooking in the city heat

The world's too crazy, I can't take no more
I won't stay here locked behind the door

Baby, Stir It Up, oh
Got to break it up now
When I think about tomorrow
Oooooo I can't wait to

Stir It Up
Got to shake it up now
With my hardtail rake on borrow
I'm not gonna take it anymore

Hungry minds who stare you in the eye
Spread it thick and make the biggest lights
Don't say what you're feelin
Must be hard to get
All those timebombs tickin in your head

So much pressure to keep holdin on
Pack my clothes up baby I'll be gone

Stir It Up
Got to break it up now
When I think about tomorrow
Oooooooo I can't wait to

Stir It Up
Got to shake it up now
With my hardtail rake on borrow
I'm not gonna take it anymore

Can't find love because it's trapped inside
Can't find freedom lurking with the light
Make some room in this ol' heart of mine

So much pressure to keep holdin on
Pack my clothes up baby, Ill be gone

Stir It Up
Got to break it up now
When I think about tomorrow
I can't wait to

Stir It Up
Got to shake it up now
With my hardtail rake on borrow
I don't wanna take it anymore

Got to break it up now
When I think about tomorrow
Oooooo I can't wait to

Stir It Up
Got to shake it up now
With my hardtail rake on borrow
I'm not gonna take it anymore