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Big smile for our Bio man, folks. Perhaps we should all start seeing Vets.

Thanks, Bob, for the background on the famous people. I was particularly interested in J.Ryder Haggard, because someone once remarked that I resembeled this star:

She who must be obeyed

Jacques Brel is Alive and Well and Living in Paris Soundtrack Lyrics

Song: MADELEINE Lyrics
I'm waiting for Madeleine
In front of the picture show
Every night at half past ten
Madeleine, she loves that so
I'm waiting for Madeleine
We'll go down and eat at Joe's
The french fries are from who knows when
But Madeleine she loves them so
Madelein's my Christmas tree
She's America to me
I know that she's too good for me
(That's what her mother always says)
I'm waiting for Madeleine
We'll go to the picture show
I'll tell her that I love then
Madeleine, she loves that so
She is much more than pretty
She is all that you know
She is my whole life to me
I love my Madeleine so, so
I'm waiting for Madeleine
But I'm getting soaked and wet
I've been soaked since half past ten
Madeleine is not here yet
I'm waiting for Madeleine
Joe is closed by now I'll bet
No French fries from who knows when
Madeleine is not here yet
Madeleine's my shining sea
She's America to me
I know that she's too good for me
(That's what her father always says)
I'm waiting for Madeleine
I've still got the picture show
I'll tell her that I love her then
Madeleine, she'll love that so
She is much more than pretty
She is all that you know
She is my whole life to me
I love my Madeleine so, so
I waited for Madeleine
I only have myself to blame
I went and caught a cold again
Madeleine, she never came
I waited for Madeleine
All I did was call her name
A thousand times since half past ten
Madeleine, she never came
Madeleine's my "Tis of Thee"
She's America to me
It's true that she's too good for me
(That's what her brother always says)
I waited for Madeleine
It's always been the same
Waiting here since who know's when
Madeleine, she never came
She is much more than pretty
She is all that you know
She is my whole life to me
I love my Madeleine so, so
I'm gonna wait for Madeleine
In front of the picture show
Tomorrow night at half past ten
Madeleine, she'll love that so
I'm gonna wait for Madeleine
We'll go down and eat a Joe's
The French fries are from who knows when
But Madeleine, she loves them so
Madeleine's my Christmas tree
She's America to me
So what if she's too good for me
(Her mother?)
I'm gonna wait for Madeleine
We'll go to the picture show
I'll tell her that I love her then
Madeleine, she'll love that so--oooh!
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http://www.stlyrics.com/j/jacquesbrelisaliveandwellandlivinginparis.htm

This is reffering to the Middle ages, I am not going to tire you by telling more .

Music: Stavros Xarhakos
Lyrics: Costas Ferris
Singer: Nikos Xilouris

There was once upon a time

There was once upon a time,
A beautiful miss, a lady, oh how joyful!
A young married blonde daughter,
She was waiting for her father, day and night.

A Saturday night, a Sunday,
She is begging the Sun and the Moon.
My Sun, give him light please.
My Moon, go and talk to him, for my favor!

He is going around and he is sailing the seas,
He is reaping and destroying the pirates,
in the Sun, in the Moon and in the rain.
And he is leaving me miserable and alone.

A galley sailed, my love, in the South.
It entered the battle, my love, and the skirmish.
Inside a pirate tribe, (x2)
I saw fire lighting, and slaughter. (x2)

Ah, detano, Thank you so much for that translation. I am glad that we have one here who can translate Jacques because it appears that our Francis has jumped ship. <smile> Lovely lyrics. He must have been taken with someone from America, it seems.

Ellinas, that is sad but lovely, my Grecian friend. I have tried unsuccessfully to locate the lyrics to Boy on a Dolphin, because I think it was from a movie set in Greece and the lyrics were written by Paul Francis Webster. Will this suffice for you?

Ode On a Grecian Urn (1819)

I

Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape 5
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy 10

II

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endeared,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave 15
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal-- yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! 20

III

Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unwearied,
For ever piping songs for ever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love! 25
For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd,
For ever panting, and for ever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd,
A burning forehead, and a parching tongue. 30

IV

Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks with garlands dressed?
What little town by river or sea shore, 35
Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
Will silent be; and not a soul to tell
Why thou art desolate, can e'er return. 40

V

O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede
Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! 45
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty,-- that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."

I' ve seen this old movie last time a few years ago. It was set in the island of Hydra, a very close island from the place I live, I can see it from the balcony in the sea when the atmosphere is very clear.

Thanks for the ode, I am going to keep this.

One of my very favorites by Keats, Ellinas. It is most definitely a keeper, and my husband's urn reminds me of that wonderful poem every time I look at it.

Good afternoon folks. I will be the first to admit this is all Greek to me. All I know is…

Pearl's A Singer
Lyrics: Elkie Brooks -



Pearl's a singer
She stands up when she plays the piano in a night club
Pearl's a singer,
She sings songs for the lost and the lonely
Her job is entertaining folks
Singing songs and telling jokes in a night club

Pearl's a singer
And they say that she once was a winner in a contest
Pearl-'s a singer
And they say that she once got a record
They played it for a week be so on the local radio
It never made it She wanted to be Betty Gravel
But now she sits there at that beer stained table dreaming,
of the thing she never got to do
All those dreams that never came true

Pearl's a singer
She stands up when she plays the piano in a night club
Pearl's a singer
She sings songs for the lost and the lonely
Her job is entertaining folks
Singing songs and telling jokes in a night club

Pearl's a singer
She stands up when she plays the piano in a night club
Pearl's a singer
She sings songs for the lost and the lonely
Her job is entertaining folks
Singing songs and telling jokes in a night club

Well, my goodness, Try. Buck or Bailey? <smile> However, my friend, you did remind me of this lovely poem by, of all people, a judge of the high court, and one that bears out the "golden spiral". The last part of this poem is also set to music:

Last verse of The Chambered Nautilus:



Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,
As the swift seasons roll!
Leave thy low-vaulted past!
Let each new temple, nobler than the last,
Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,
Till thou at length art free,
Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!

By Oliver Wendall Holmes (1809-94).

One more for today.

Music: Nikos Ignatiades
Lyrics: Nikos Ignatiades
Singer: Giannis Parios & Charoulla Alexiou

Red carnation

(Man)
To recognize me in the crowd,
I wore a carnation in the chest.
A carnation from a feast just finished.
A feast you hesitated to go.

CHORUS (Man)
Red carnation, red carnation,
In the shirt, in the part of the heart.
Red carnation, red carnation,
Take it from my chest and make it your hope.

(Woman)
I asked while I was lost in the crowd:
Who is wearing a Carnation in the chest?
And I came to take it with my hands.
These are the hands you love.

CHORUS (together)

Lovely, Ellinas, but if I may:

This line would flow more smoothly in English:

"I wore a red carnation on my chest or in my lapel."

Thank you, again for something cool. <smile>

Thanks for the correction, I had doubts about that part .

You are a good sport, Ellinas. Funny that I should find my father's old Greek text book. He taught himself Greek. Amazing man.

Well, folks, it's time for an apology.

Dedicated to Ellinas and C.I.

Mistaken Identity:

The girl in the chair with the long golden hair
Well that used to be me
A flirtatious smile unpredictably wild
Always trying to please
I was always walking one step ahead
Or so I thought until the monster crawled into my bed
Rewind and erase that shock look on your face
'cause your mona lisa is dead

A million words a thousand days

The girl I used to be
Has a terrible case of mistaken identity
And yesterday's girl is not what you see
It's a terrible case of mistaken identity

The sun likes to rise and the moon likes to fall
And that's kinda like my life
I've played the role of the nice girl next door
Who gets cut like a knife
Now I'm not looking for apologie eyes
And I don't want to spend a night on a bed of beautiful lies
Erase and rewind leave that sick girl behind and fast forward, fast forward

A thousand days

The girl I used to be
Has a terrible case of mistaken identity
And yesterday's girl is not what you see
It's a terrible case of mistaken identity

That's not me, it's just not me
That's not me

The girl I used to be
Has a terrible case of mistaken identity
And yesterday's girl is not what you see
It's a terrible case of mistaken identity

Sorry that it couldn't be Socrates Apology.

"…a terrible case of mistaken identity"

In that case…

Bring Back That Leroy Brown
Words and music by Freddie Mercury

Bring back bring back bring back that Leroy Brown Yeah!
Bring back bring back gotta ring that Leroy Brown Yeah!

Bet your bottom dollar bill you're a playboy Yeah Yeah!
Daddy cool with a ninety dollar smile (ooh Yeah)
Took my money out of gratitude
And he git right out of town
Well I gotta getty up steady up shoot him down
Gotta hit that latitude babe

Bring back bring back bring back that Leroy Brown Yeah!
Bring back bring back gotta ring that Leroy Brown Yeah!

Big bad Leroy Brown he got no common sense
No no he got no brains but he sure gotta lotta style
Can't stand no more in this here jail
I gotta rid myself of this sentence
Gotta get out of the heat step into the shade
Gotta get me there dead or alive babe

Wooh wooh big bad Leroy
Wooh wooh wooh wooh
Big bad Leroy Brown

Bring back bring back bring back that Leroy Brown Yeah!
Bring back bring back gotta bring back Leroy Brown Yeah!

Big mama Lulu Belle she had a nervous breakdown
She had a nervous breakdown
Leroy's taken her honey chile away
But she met him down at the station Oohoo
Put a shotgun to his head and unless I be mistaken
This is what she said

Big bad big boy big bad Leroy Brown
I'm gonna get that cutie pie
Bring back bring back bring back that Leroy Brown Yeah!
Big bad caused a mighty fine sensation Yeah Yeah!
Gone and got himself elected President
We want Leroy for President

Next time you gotta hit a bitty baddy weather
This time like a shimmy shammy leather
He's a big boy bad boy Leroy
I don't care where you get him from
Bring that big bad Leroy back
Want him back

Love it, Try. Even a mean junk yard dog couldn't help that Leroy, but maybe, just maybe the eyes could, buddy.:

Kim Carnes
Bette Davis Eyes

Her hair is Harlow gold
her lips a sweet surprise
Her hands are never cold
she's got Bette Davis eyes.
She'll turn her music on you - you won't have to think twice
She's pure as New York snow
she's got Bette Davis eyes.
And she'll tease you
she'll unease you.
AII the better just to please you.
She's precocious and she knows just what
It takes to make a pro blush.
She's got Greta Garbo stand off sights
She's got Bette Davis eyes.
She'll let you take her home - it whets her appetite.
She'll lay you on her throne
she's got Bette Davis eyes.
She'll take a tumble on you
roll you like you were dice
Until you come up blue - she's got Bette Davis eyes.
She'll expose you when she snows you
Off your feet with the crumbs that she throws you.
She's ferocious and she knows just
What it takes to make a pro blush.
AII the boys think she's a spy - she's got Bette Davis eyes.
And she'll tease you
she'll unease you
. . .
It takes to make a pro blush.
AII the boys think she's a spy - she's got Bette Davis eyes.
And she'll tease you - she'll unease you
Just to please you - she's got Bette Davis eyes.
She'll expose you when she snows you . . .

when that song was on the charts one of the humour mags, mad, i believe, did a segment about various other celebrities attributes, the only one i can remember was a reference to ronald reagan's hair, but the parody was titled, "They've Been Betty Davis-ized"

Hey, dj. Love it. Well, shall we continue with the eyes?


"Marty Feldman Eyes" Parody by Silly Willie
For those of you who have just come out of a 31 year long coma, Marty Feldman is the walleyed guy who plays Igor in Young Frankenstein
Her hair is gray and old
Her lips chapped and dry
Her hands are always cold
She's got Marty Feldman eyes
Her once good looks are gone
She'll no longer entice
A big mole on her nose
She's got Marty Feldman eyes

She'll unease you
She has fleas too
And she has some (unnamed) disease too
She's atrocious
Sometimes she forgets to make the toilet bowl flush
She's got Kirstie Alley big fat thighs
She's got Marty Feldman eyes

She's from a mental home
You know her mind's not right
Her hair she doesn't comb
She's got Marty Feldman eyes
She'll scream or mumble at you
Repeats everything twice
She's got a few loose screws
She's got Marty Feldman eyes

She's an old shrew
And she's been to
Other planets in a U.F.O. too
She's atrocious
And she knows just what it takes to make you go nuts
All the boys think she's a guy
She's got Marty Feldman eyes

She'll impede you
And deceive you
All the better just to leave you
She's atrocious
When she scrubs her back she'll use the toilet bowl brush
All the boys think she's a guy
She's got Marty Feldman eyes

a new member, sign in name dorothy parker, made me think of this quote by the lady herself

If all the girls who attended the Yale prom were laid end to end, I wouldn't be a bit surprised.

Dorothy Parker

Ah, dj. Love that lady. Wouldn't let anyone have a serious moment.

Dorothy Parker


One Perfect Rose
A single flower he sent me, since we met.
All tenderly his messenger he chose;
Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet--
One perfect rose.

I knew the language of the floweret;
"My fragile leaves," it said, "his heart enclose."
Love long has taken for his amulet
One perfect rose.

Why is it no one ever sent me yet
One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
Ah no, it's always just my luck to get
One perfect rose.

Hurricane

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda **** was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim."

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

B Dylan