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Well, hawkman, I wish more people would follow your funny advice. Love it, Boston. Thanks once again for the bio's.

Here is the song that I like best by Barry:

You remind me I live in a shell,
Safe from the past,
and doing' okay,
but not very well.
No jolts, no surprises,
No crisis arises:
My life goes along as it should,
it's all very nice,
but not very good.
And I'm Ready To Take A Chance Again,
Ready to put my love on the line with you.
Been living with nothing to show for it;
You get what you get when you go for it,
And I'm Ready To Take Chance Again with you.
When she left me in all my despair,
I just held on,
My hopes were all gone.
Then I found you there.
And I'm Ready To Take A Chance Again
Ready To Take A Chance Again with you,
With you.

Back later, listeners, when Raggedy tacks up her famous pictures. <smile>

Good morning.

and a Happy Birthday to Greg Kinnear. I liked him in "As Good As It Gets".
(I'm not a Barry M. Fan)



And a good day to all.

Well, there's our Raggedy. I saw that movie, but I can't remember Greg. Guess I was concentrating too much on Jack. <smile>

I'm not certain if I have read this bit of celeb news on WA2K radio, but it's worth another glance, I think:

Sean Connery as cool as Bond at awards fest By SANDY COHEN, AP Entertainment Writer
Fri Jun 9, 4:35 PM ET



LOS ANGELES - Kilted bagpipers inspired Sean Connery to perform an impromptu jig on the Kodak Theater stage as he accepted the American Film Institute's highest honor.



"I had no idea this was such a big deal," the 75-year-old actor said as he was presented with the organization's 34th Life Achievement Award Thursday night.

Connery was as cool and composed as James Bond as he thanked the celebrity-studded crowd, but at times during the two-hour praisefest, he looked almost misty-eyed.

Directors George Lucas and Steven Spielberg, and actors Andy Garcia, Harrison Ford and Mike Myers were among those who feted the Scottish star.

Garcia called Connery "one of my greatest inspirations."

"Shake and stir that, baby," he said, invoking one of the actor's most famous 007 lines. The two shared the screen in 1987's "The Untouchables," for which Connery won the Oscar for best supporting actor.

Thank you Letty for posting about Sean. The AFI special will air on USA on June 21 and I would have missed it if not for your post. That's one I don't want to miss.

Letty, I know you remember Verdell.



in "As Good As It Gets".

Nicholson took care of Verdell when Greg Kinnear was severely beaten up by gay bashers. Nicholson and Helen Hunt took Kinnear on a motor trip so he could see his parents.

Getting the jump on tomorrow,

Paul McCartney turns 64 on Sunday.

He wrote the song "When I'm 64" as a goof on his dad shortly after the elder McCartney had reached the age his son will be tomorrow.

Paul's mother had died of breast cancer five years earlier, as did his wife Linda seven years ago.



... About 2.7 million other Americans observe their 64th birthdays in 2006, including Muhammad Ali, Erica Jong, Larry Flynt, Garrison Keillor, Michael Bloomberg, Harrison Ford, Ted Kaczynski and Barbra Streisand. (Ringo Starr, the only other surviving member of the Fab Four, will be 66 next month; John Lennon was murdered at 40 in 1980; George Harrison died of cancer at 58 in 2001.)

"The slogan back then was 'Never trust anyone over 30,' " recalled Jeff Greenfield, the CNN commentator, who is 63. "We thought people would be dead or in a home by their 60's."

Today, on average, 64-year-olds can expect to live more than 16 years, about 4 years longer than 64-year-olds could expect in 1967, according to government statisticians (and, hey, an editor of the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention's Morbidity and Mortality Weekly Report, Jude Rutledge, was named for another of Mr. McCartney's songs).

Ah, yes, Raggedy. Now I recall Verdell. Thanks for the visuals, PA.

edgar, It is amazing how that old time really does get away, right? Ringo and Paul. We certainly can't trust 'em now. <smile>

I recall, listeners, Cheri Blair trying to sing that song some time back. Terrible. Ah, well, let's hear it again:

WHEN I AM SIXTY FOUR Lyrics


When I get older losing my hair

Many years from now

Will you still be sending me a valentine

Birthday greetings, bottle of wine?

If I'd been out till quarter to three

Would you lock the door?

Will you still need me, will you still feed me

When I'm sixty-four?



You'll be older too

And if you say the word

I could stay with you



I could be handy, mending a fuse

When your lights have gone

You can knit a sweater by the fireside

Sunday mornings go for a ride

Doing the garden, digging the weeds



Who could ask for more?

Will you still need me, will you still feed me

When I'm sixty-four?



Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of Wight

If it's not too dear

We shall scrimp and save

Grandchildren on your knee

Vera, Chuck & Dave



Send me a postcard, drop me a line

Stating point of view

Indicate precisely what you mean to say

Yours sincerely, wasting away

Give me your answer, fill in a form

Mine for evermore

Will you still need me, will you still feed me

When I'm sixty-four.

Fond memories also of Erica Jong.

Dr. House, I love you, but you keep me out too late.

from canadian poet, al purdy

The Last Picture in the World

A hunched grey shape
framed by leaves
with lake water behind
standing on our
little point of land
like a small monk
in a green monastery
meditating

almost sculpture
except that it's alive
brooding immobile permanent
for half an hour
a blue heron
and it occurs to me
that if I were to die at this moment
that picture would accompany me
wherever I am going
for part of the way

Where is everyone? Don't you know that tomorrow is Father's Day?

NickFunn's Supernatural thread reminded me of my dad and his music.

So, for you, Daddy.


The Way You Look Tonight Lyrics


Some day, when I'm awfully low,
When the world is cold,
I will feel a glow just thinking of you...
And the way you look tonight.

Yes you're lovely, with your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft,
There is nothing for me but to love you,
And the way you look tonight.

With each word your tenderness grows,
Tearing my fear apart...
And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,
It touches my foolish heart.

Lovely ... Never, ever change.
Keep that breathless charm.
Won't you please arrange it ?
'Cause I love you ... Just the way you look tonight.

Mm, Mm, Mm, Mm,
Just the way you look to-night.

Well, there's everyone and his name is dj. Hey, Canada, going my way?

What a heart stopping poem, dear. Yes, I can feel those words. What an image it conjures. The last scene of nature reminds me of Robert Louis Stevenson:

Stevenson. 1850-1894

Requiem

UNDER the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie:
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you 'grave for me:
Here he lies where he long'd to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.

"Home is the sailor, home from the sea"
But only just, boy, it's rough out there!

The Byrds
WOODEN SHIPS Lyrics


Stills: If you smile at me, I will understand
'Cause that is something everybody everywhere does
in the same language.
Crosby: I can see by your coat, my friend,
you're from the other side,
There's just one thing I got to know,
Can you tell me please, who won?
Stills: Say, can I have some of your purple berries?
Crosby: Yes, I've been eating them for six or seven weeks now,
haven't got sick once.
Stills: Probably keep us both alive.

Wooden ships on the water, very free and easy,
Easy, you know the way it's supposed to be,
Silver people on the shoreline, let us be,
Talkin' 'bout very free and easy...
Horror grips us as we watch you die,
All we can do is echo your anguished cries,
Stare as all human feelings die,
We are leaving - you don't need us.

Go, take your sister then, by the hand,
lead her away from this foreign land,
Far away, where we might laugh again,
We are leaving - you don't need us.

And it's a fair wind, blowin' warm,
Out of the south over my shoulder,
Guess I'll set a course and go...

My goodness, listeners. There's our Try. Did you pick up my sonar, buddy? <smile>

Sonar Tori:

Oh to what foreign land do you sail?
Come to the bank and moor your boat for a while
Go where you want to,give where you care to,
But come to the bank a moment,show your smile-
Take away my golden paddy when you sail.

Till vilket avlägset land ska du segla?
Styr in till starnden,och lägg till en stund
Res vart du vill med din last,vart du vill
Men kom in till stranden,ge mig ett leende
Ta med mitt gyllene ris när du far.

Well, Try, I do wonder why they call it a crow's nest. Would aerie be better. <smile>

We seem to be sailing tonight, listeners, so...

Neil Young
» Sail Away

I could live inside a tepee
I could die
in Penthouse thirty-five
You could lose me on the freeway
But I would still
make it back alive.

As long as we can sail away
As long as we can sail away
There'll be wind in the canyon
Moon on the rise
As long as we can sail away.

See the losers in the best bars
Meet the winners in the dives
Where the people are the real stars
All the rest of their lives.

As long as we can sail away
As long as we can sail away
There'll be wind in the canyon
Moon on the rise
As long as we can sail away.

There's a road
stretched out between us
Like a ribbon on the high plain
Down from Phoenix through Salinas
'Round the bend and back again.

As long as we can sail away
As long as we can sail away
There'll be wind in the canyon
Moon on the rise
As long as we can sail away
As long as we can sail away.

here's one for the sailors and the cowboys

If I Had a Boat
Lyle Lovett

If I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat

If I were Roy Rogers
I'd sure enough be single
I couldn't bring myself to marrying old Dale
It'd just be me and trigger
We'd go riding through them movies
Then we'd buy a boat and on the sea we'd sail

And if I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat

The mystery masked man was smart
He got himself a Tonto
'Cause Tonto did the dirty work for free
But Tonto he was smarter
And one day said kemo sabe
Kiss my ass I bought a boat
I'm going out to sea

And if I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat

And if I were like lightning
I wouldn't need no sneakers
I'd come and go wherever I would please
And I'd scare 'em by the shade tree
And I'd scare 'em by the light pole
But I would not scare my pony on my boat out on the sea

And if I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat

hi , letty !
here are some more quotations to tickle the funnybone of the listeners -
i won't give the name away , you'll have to find out for yourself .
here is a sample : "Getting older is no problem. You just have to live long enough. ".
i drink to that - but not right away !
hbg

...ANOTHER FUNNY CHARACTER...

...so we won't forget that canadians are a 'hearty' breed , here is a folksong from newfoundland .

note in particular the following stanza :
Sally's got a bouncin' new baby
Father said that he didn't care
For she got that from the feller from Fortune
What was down here fishin' the year.
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those fishermen had a 'big heart' !
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Lots of Fish in Bonavist' Harbour

Medley - (with: I'se The B'y)


Lots of fish in Bonavist' Harbour
Lots of fish right in around here
Boys and girls are fishin' together
Forty-five from Carbonear.
Chorus:
Oh... catch ahold this one, catch ahold that one
Swing around this one, dance around she
Catch ahold this one, catch ahold that one
Diddle dum this one, diddle dum dee.

Uncle George got up in the morning
He got up in a hell of a tear
'Ripped the seat right out of his britches
Now he's got ne'er pair to wear.
Sally's the pride of Cat Harbour
She ain't been swung since 'way last year
Drinkin rum and wine and cassie
What the boys brought home from St. Pierre.

Sally's got a bouncin' new baby
Father said that he didn't care
For she got that from the feller from Fortune
What was down here fishin' the year.

Sally goes to Church every Sunday
Not for to sing nor for to hear
But to see the feller from Fortune
What was down here fishin' the year.



There's lots of fish in Bonavist' Harbour
Lots of fishermen in around here
Swing your partner, Jimmy Joe Jacobs
I'll be home in the spring o' the year.

dj, you just made your PD laugh for the very first time today. Love it



"The mystery masked man was smart
He got himself a Tonto
'Cause Tonto did the dirty work for free
But Tonto he was smarter
And one day said kemo sabe
Kiss my ass I bought a boat
I'm going out to sea"

Thank you for that, Canada.

hbg, I do believe that I will salt those away for a gray day. Next to W.C. I guess that Groucho was the "Who gives a damn man". Thanks and a very happy dad's day to you, buddy/

glad to be of service

when dealing with the sea, there's flotsam and jetsam, ebb and flow

the beautiful south had this to say about the flow

Let Go With The Flow
The Beautiful South

The superfly guy that you're courting now
Used to be a super-swot
And the clothes he thinks look retro
Are more 'Land That Time Forgot'
And if he knows where he was standing
When J.F.K was shot
Chances are though time's passed him by
He's still standing within yards of that spot

So if your hangover feels like the dart board
Whilst the Christians hit bulls-eye
And paranoia that self-employer
Is following in heavy disguise

Off goes intelligence to join high tide
To drift with all the things we let go
Only tidal wave could possibly save
All we let go with the flow
Let go with the flow
Books we may have written, we don't know
Let go with the flow
Some enchanted city we wont go

He who used to float like a butterfly once
Is floating like a glorious moth
And the flygirls you hung around with then
Are lucky if they even take off
Dresses and skirts you thought were in
Everyone a dust-rag or dishcloth
Like every flat beer that they serve around here
We all start life as fabulous froth

So why do you work yourself that hard
When you don't even like the job?
Why do you hate the small-time thief
When it's your own time you'll always rob?

Off goes intelligence to join high tide
To drift with all the things we let go
Only tidal wave could possibly save
All we let go with the flow
Let go with the flow
Books we may have written, we don't know
Let go with the flow
Some enchanted city we wont go

Another laugh, folks, from the hardy Canadian. Funny, buddy. and we all took note.

Like Langston Huges noted, we don't want to be a dream deferred.