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Mother's Little Helper
(Jagger/Richards)

What a drag it is getting old
"Kids are different today,"
I hear ev'ry mother say
Mother needs something today to calm her down
And though she's not really ill
There's a little yellow pill
She goes running for the shelter of a mother's little helper
And it helps her on her way, gets her through her busy day

"Things are different today,"
I hear ev'ry mother say
Cooking fresh food for a husband's just a drag
So she buys an instant cake and she burns her frozen steak
And goes running for the shelter of a mother's little helper
And two help her on her way, get her through her busy day

Doctor please, some more of these
Outside the door, she took four more
What a drag it is getting old

"Men just aren't the same today"
I hear ev'ry mother say
They just don't appreciate that you get tired
They're so hard to satisfy, You can tranquilize your mind
So go running for the shelter of a mother's little helper
And four help you through the night, help to minimize your plight

Doctor please, some more of these
Outside the door, she took four more
What a drag it is getting old

"Life's just much too hard today,"
I hear ev'ry mother say
The pusuit of happiness just seems a bore
And if you take more of those, you will get an overdose
No more running for the shelter of a mother's little helper
They just helped you on your way, through your busy dying day
_________________

have to play this one for Richard Roundtree

Who's the black private dick
that's a sex machine to all the chicks?
(Shaft!)
You're damn right

Who is the man
that would risk his neck for his brother man?
(Shaft!)
Can ya dig it?

Who's the cat that won't cop out
when there's danger all about
(Shaft!)
Right on

You see this cat Shaft is a bad mother-
(Shut your mouth)
But I'm talkin' about Shaft
(Then we can dig it)

He's a complicated man
but no one understands him but his woman
(John Shaft)

Good day.

Does anyone remember this Ed Ames number? Beautiful, but chilling. I think he might have written it, too, but I'm not sure.

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!, Hallelujah!

(Chanted with increasing melody)

From the canyons of the mind,
We wander on and stumble blindly
Through the often-tangled maze
Of starless nights and sunless days,
While asking for some kind of clue
Or road to lead us to the truth,
But who will answer?

Side by side two people stand,
Together vowing, hand-in-hand
That love's imbedded in their hearts,
But soon an empty feeling starts
To overwhelm their hollow lives,
And when they seek the hows and whys,
Who will answer?

On a strange and distant hill,
A young man's lying very still.
His arms will never hold his child,
Because a bullet running wild
Has struck him down. And now we cry,
"Dear God, Oh, why, oh, why?"
But who will answer?

High upon a lonely ledge,
a figure teeters near the edge,
And jeering crowds collect below
To egg him on with, "Go, man, go!"
But who will ask what led him
To his private day of doom,
And who will answer?

(Chorus)

If the soul is darkened
By a fear it cannot name,
If the mind is baffled
When the rules don't fit the game,
Who will answer? Who will answer? Who will answer?
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!, Hallelujah!

In the rooms of dark and shades,
The scent of sandalwood pervades.
The colored thoughts in muddled heads
Reclining in the rumpled beds
Of unmade dreams that can't come true,
And when we ask what we should do,
Who... Who will answer?

'Neath the spreading mushroom tree,
The world revolves in apathy
As overhead, a row of specks
Roars on, drowned out by discotheques,
And if a secret button's pressed
Because one man has been outguessed,
Who will answer?

Is our hope in walnut shells
Worn 'round the neck with temple bells,
Or deep within some cloistered walls
Where hooded figures pray in halls?
Or crumbled books on dusty shelves,
Or in our stars, or in ourselves,
Who will answer?

(Repeat Chorus Below)

If the soul is darkened
By a fear it cannot name,
If the mind is baffled
When the rules don't fit the game,
Who will answer? Who will answer? Who will answer?
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!, Hallelujah!

Here's one with Ed and his Ames Brothers

It Only Hurts For a Little While

verse)
It's all over town that we've parted,
And ev'ryone knows that we're through;
They see me alone broken hearted
Crying the blues for you.

(refrain)
It only hurts for a little while,
That's what they tell me,
That's what they say.
It only hurts for a little while,
Then all your heartaches will pass away.
It's so easy to be smart
With somebody else's heart,
But I don't know how to start forgetting you,
What can I do?
It only hurts for a little while
That's what they tell me,
"Just wait and see."
But I will hurt till you come back to me.

Hey, Texas. Mother's little helper. Reminds me of "I'll get along with a little help from my friends." UhOh!

And there's our Raggedy with reminders. I do believe that I saw there was a revival of Fantastiks. Didn't that song, My Cup Runneth Over" by Ed Ames come from that show? I have never heard your song by Ed, PA, but the lyrics are really great and eerie, no?

My word, Mr. Turtle. That is one fantastic theme song. Love it!

Here's an interesting bit of Brit history, folks:



Liverpool's Penny Lane to keep its name By KATIE FRETLAND, Associated Press Writer
Sat Jul 8, 6:12 PM ET



LONDON - Penny Lane will keep its name. Liverpool officials said Saturday they would modify a proposal to rename streets linked to the slave trade when they realized the road made famous by the 1967 Beatles song was one of them.



The unassuming suburban avenue was named for James Penny, a wealthy 18th-century slave ship owner. Liverpool, the Beatles' northern English hometown, was once a major hub for the slave trade.

"I don't think anyone would seriously consider renaming Penny Lane," said city council member Barbara Mace, who has been pressing to get rid of names linked to slavery. "My proposal is to rename several of the streets and to replace them with the names of people who have done something positive."

Eric Lynch, 74, who gives tours focused on the history of Liverpool's involvement in the slave trade, said renaming any streets or squares would be a "disgraceful attempt to change history."

"It's like somebody in Germany deciding to bulldoze Auschwitz," Lynch said. "Like somebody deciding not to celebrate D-Day. If we don't know the past, how can we make sure we don't make the same mistakes? Are the monuments to the Irish famines going to go next?"

"You cannot and should not change history, however disagreeable it is," he said.

I most certainly did not know that! Well, let's hear the song:

Beatles - Penny Lane Lyrics

In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
Of every head he's had the pleasure to know.
And all the people that come and go
Stop and say hello.

On the corner is a banker with a motorcar,
The little children laugh at him behind his back.
And the banker never wears a mack
In the pouring rain, very strange.

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile back

In penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass
And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen.
He likes to keep his fire engine clean,
It's a clean machine.

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
A four of fish and finger pies
In summer, meanwhile back

Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout
The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
And tho' she feels as if she's in a play
She is anyway.

In Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer,
We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim.
And then the fireman rushes in
From the pouring rain, very strange.

Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile back.
Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies,
Penny Lane.

Good morning folks. I was just reminiscing…

Do You Remember Walter?
Kinks › Lyrics


Walter, remember when the world was young
And all the girls knew walters name?
Walter, isnt it a shame the way our little world has changed?
Do you remember, walter, playing cricket in the thunder and the rain?
Do you remember, walter, smoking cigarettes behind your garden gate?
Yes, walter was my mate,
But walter, my old friend, where are you now?

Walters name.
Walter, isnt it a shame the way our little world has changed?
Do you remember, walter, how we said wed fight the world so wed be free.
Wed save up all our money and wed buy a boat and sail away to sea.
But it was not to be.
I knew you then but do I know you now?

Walter, you are just an echo of a world I knew so long ago
If you saw me now you wouldnt even know my name.
I bet youre fat and married and youre always home in bed by half-past eight.
And if I talked about the old times youd get bored and youll have nothing more to say.
Yes people often change, but memories of people can remain.

Try, what a great dedication song, buddy. Yes, we all remember our Walter. Maybe your song will induce him to return.

Still trying to find the proper lyrics to "Oh, the Apple Tree.". Perhaps I'll treeagain later.

Bet even this lovely poem won't get our Francis back, however:




Viva L'amour
by R. Steven Reynolds

The peasants are revolting, revolution is in the air
They care not what they destroy for they are mad
We have been to Notre Dame and offered a prayer
Now we flee the crowds angry at Marie Antoinette
The city is a flame the world is turned upside down
The horses draw too much attention we go on foot
My love continues to stumble, it is her finest gown
The mob is around us but she will live I am resolute
I shove her into the Seine her fine clothes weigh her
I push her under to silence her fear in the woody reeds
I run as best I can up the hill and look back to shore
Her countenance I still see so I continue on yelling, ici's
The mob has finally spotted me as I hoped they would
Stupid people who want all and yet not willing to work
We of the aristocracy are rich but so misunderstood
Their poverty and hunger have driven people berserk
The two youths who first approach still have yet to shave
Their faces contorted with hate yet they know me not
I crack their skulls rather than send them to their grave
The mob surrounds me I surrender, I am at last caught
Looking back not, I know she is safe for another day
I succumb to the mob as they lead me to my final fate
The dungeons of the Tuileries where I am on display
My freedom I have lost, but not my lover and mate
These terrorists lead by the insurrection of Robespeirre
Can not end our love affair, I shall be with her again
The peasants soon shall know sorrow and the grand peur
But she and I forever will be lovers on the flowing Seine

Such a pity to lose our European friends.

"Try To Remember" is from the "Fantasticks", Letty. Jerry Orbach sang it in the original Broadway production.

"My Cup Runneth Over" is from the Broadway musical "I Do, I Do" which starred Mary Martin and Robert Preston, a cast of two. That musical is based upon "The Fourposter". The movie starred Rex Harrison and Lilli Palmer.

Travel by the silver line
To a place that has no time.
Why dont you try it now?

Working hard to see the light,
Let your mind take up in flight.
Why dont you try it now?

Its beautiful, seeing all the colors of the rainbow,
Beautiful, covering the people that we know.

See the color of health
Flowing from your older self.
Why dont you try it now?

Living good, stopped playing games,
Traveling the astral planes.
Why dont you try it now?

Ah, thanks, dear Raggedy. What would we do without you, honey.

I did NOT realize that Fantasticks was the longest running musical. That's a surprise, listeners.

How about a change of pace now. I was reminded of this song by another member of our vast audience.

Artist: Smokey Robinson & The Miracles Lyrics
Song: The Tracks Of My Tears Lyrics

People say I'm the life of the party
Because I tell a joke or two
Although I might be laughing loud and hearty
Deep inside I'm blue
So take a good look at my face
You'll see my smile looks out of place
If you look closer, it's easy to trace
The tracks of my tears..
I need you, need you
Since you left me if you see me with another girl
Seeming like I'm having fun
Although she may be cute
She's just a substitute
Because you're the permanent one..
So take a good look at my face
You'll see my smile looks out of place
If you look closer, it's easy to trace
The tracks of my tears..
I need you, need you
Outside I'm masquerading
Inside my hope is fading
Just a clown oh yeah
Since you put me down
My smile is my make up
I wear since my break up with you..
So take a good look at my face
You'll see my smile looks out of place
If you look closer, it's easy to trace
The tracks of my tears

Well, there's our Walter, folks. See Try, it worked. Sorry I missed your song the first time around, Germany. I guess it was because it got smoky in here. (cough, cough)

Love the line:

See the color of health
Flowing from your older self.
Why dont you try it now?

Don't be a stranger now.

Hello Letty...I bought some external speakers (with BIG sub woofer) for my computer yesterday, and have just hooked it up......20 watts per channel, and what better to test it out than this one....from......

...THE WHO.

WON'T GET FOOLED AGAIN.

We'll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in judgement of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again

The change, it had to come
We knew it all along
We were liberated from the fold, that's all
And the world looks just the same
And history ain't changed
'Cause the banners, they all flown in the last war

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
No, no!

I'll move myself and my family aside
If we happen to be left half alive
I'll get all my papers and smile at the sky
For I know that the hypnotized never lie

Do ya?

Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

There's nothing in the street
Looks any different to me
And the slogans are replaced, by-the-bye
And the party on the left
Is now the party on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
Don't get fooled again
No, no!

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Meet the new boss................
Same as the old boss...................



Marvellous! .............that woke up the neighbours!

Hey, L.E. Love the Who song. Well, Brit. All of us get fooled occasionally, buddy. Perhaps your neighboUrs will like it as well. Nice to see London calling again.

For You:


Something In The Air
John Speedy Keene

Call out the instigator,
Because there's something in the air
We've got to get together sooner or later,
Because the revolution's here

And you know it's right
And you know that it's right
We have got to get it together
We have got to get it together now

Run through the fields and houses,
Because there's somthing in the air
We've got to get together sooner or later,
Because the revolution's here

And you know it's right
And you know that it's right
We have got to get it together
We have got to get it together now

Call out the instigator,
Because there's something in the air
We've got to get together sooner or later,
Because the revolution's here

And you know it's right
And you know that it's right
We have got to get it together
We have got to get it together now

Yes, Letty....there's something in the air, alright.

Still, going through all my CD's again, I came across this one, From the wonderful Cyndi Lauper.

Feeling mellow now........

(Gawd, is that one talented lady)

SALLY'S PIGEONS

When I was eight I had a friend
With a pirate smile
Make believe and play pretend
We were innocent and wild
Hopped a fence and slammed the gate
Running down my alleyway
In time to watch Sally's pigeons fly

We loved to watch them dive and soar
Circle in the sky
Free as a bird from three to four
And never knowing why
Neighbors pulled their wash back in
Put away my Barbie and Ken
Look out overhead
While Sally's pigeons fly

I had a fool's confidence
That the world had no boundaries
But instincts and common sense
Come in different quantities

My heart began to
Skip to the beat
Of the boy next door
She had her eye across the street
On someone shy and tall
We lived our dreams
And challenged fate
In tears she told me she was late
And Sally let his pigeons out to fly...

On the dresser sits a frame
With a photograph
Two little girls in ponytails
Some twenty one years back
She left one night with just a nod
Was lost from some back alley job
I close my eyes and Sally's pigeons fly
She never saw those birds again
And me, I can't remember when
A pirate smile hasn't made me cry
I close my eyes
And Sally's pigeons fly...


Beautiful song.

L.E. the lyrics are lovey, Brit. Confession, honey. I have only heard one song by Cyndi, and that is "Girls Just Want to Have Fun." Didn't much like that one, however.



Time After Time:


Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
and think of you
caught up in circles confusion--
is nothing new
Flashback--warm nights--
almost left behind
suitcases of memories,
time after--

sometimes you picture me--
I'm walking too far ahead
you're calling to me, I can't hear
what you've said--
Then you say--go slow--
I fall behind--
the second hand unwinds

chorus:
if you're lost you can look--and you will find me
time after time
if you fall I will catch you--I'll be waiting
time after time

after my picture fades and darkness has
turned to gray
watching through windows--you're wondering
if I'm OK
secrets stolen from deep inside
the drum beats out of time--

chorus:
if you're lost...

you said go slow--
I fall behind
the second hand unwinds--

chorus:
if you're lost...
...time after time
time after time
time after time
time after time

Talking of flying - time for a commercial…



Australia
Kinks › Lyrics


Opportunities are available in all walks of life in Australia
So if you're young and if you're healthy
Why not get a boat and come to Australia

Australia, the chance of a lifetime
Australia, you get what you work for
Nobody has to be any better than what they want to be
Australia, no class distinction
Australia, no drug addiction
Nobody got a chip on their shoulder
Well surf like they do in the u.s.a.
Well fly down to Sydney for our holiday
On sunny Christmas day
Australia, Australia
No one hesitates at life or beats around the bush in Australia
So if youre young and if youre healthy
Why not get a boat and come to Australia
Australia sha-la-la-la sha-la-la-la
Australia sha-la-la-la sha-la-la-la
Everyone walks around with a perpetual smile across their face
Australia sha-la-la-la sha-la-la-la
Australia sha-la-la-la sha-la-la-la
Everyone gets around and nobody can ever get you down
Well surf like they do in the u.s.a.
Well fly down to Sydney for our holiday
On sunny Christmas day
Australia, Australia

Ah, Try. I can't think of a better way to advertise for the down under place. Lovely, buddy.

Well, I guess we had better get in a plug for Florida.

Ray Charles version:

Moon over Miami
Shine on my love and me
So we can stroll beside the roll
Of the rolling sea

Moon over Miami
Shine on as we begin
A dream or two that may come true
When the tide comes in

Hark to the song of the smiling troubadours
Hark to the throbbing guitars
Hear how the waves offer thunderous applause
After each song to the stars

Moon over Miami
You know we're waiting for
A little love, a little kiss
On Miami shore

Mmmm Mmmm

Once there was a kid who
Got into an accident and couldn't come to school
But when he finally came back
His hair had turned from black into bright white
He said that it was from when
The cars had smashed him so hard

Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm

Once there was this girl who
Wouldn't go and change with the girls in the change room
But when they finally made her
They saw birthmarks all over her body
She couldn't quite explain it
They'd always just been there

Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm

But both the girl and boy were glad
'Cause one kid had it worse that that

'Cause then there was this boy whose
Parents made him come directly home right after school
And when they went to church
They shook and lurched all over the church floor
He couldn't quite explain
They'd always just gone there

Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm


Crash Test Dummies

Wow! Rex. That is one eerie song. How many young people have been "crash test dummies" I wonder. Thanks, Maine. (I think)

This verse reminded me of The Prisoner of Chillon:

Once there was a kid who
Got into an accident and couldn't come to school
But when he finally came back
His hair had turned from black into bright white
He said that it was from when
The cars had smashed him so hard.

Excerpt from Byron:


My hair is grey, but not with years,
Nor grew it white
In a single night,
As men's have grown from sudden fears:
My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil,
But rusted with a vile repose,
For they have been a dungeon's spoil,
And mine has been the fate of those
To whom the goodly earth and air
Are bann'd, and barr'd-forbidden fare;
But this was for my father's faith
I suffer'd chains and courted death;
That father perish'd at the stake
For tenets he would not forsake;
And for the same his lineal race
In darkness found a dwelling place;
We were seven-who now are one,
Six in youth, and one in age,
Finish'd as they had begun,
Proud of Persecution's rage;
One in fire, and two in field,
Their belief with blood have seal'd,
Dying as their father died,
For the God their foes denied;-
Three were in a dungeon cast,
Of whom this wreck is left the last.

Ah, I love Lord Byron.

It's a mellow evening here in the Capital City of the U. K. (Manchester).

I'm having a music retrospective, to take me back to better days...

The year was 1971, I was at convent school, doodling hearts and kisses and practising my married name; Mrs David Cassidy...

Cherish

The Partridge Family


Cherish is the word I use to describe
All the feeling that I have hiding here for you inside
You don´t know how many times I´ve wished that had told you,
You don´t know how many times I´ve wished that I could hold you,
You don´t know how many time I´ve wished that I could mold you
into someone who could cherish me
as much as I cherish you.
Perish is the word that more than applies
to the hope in my heart each time I realize
That I am not gonna be the one to share you dreams
That I am not gonna be the one to share your schemes
That I am not gonna be the one to share what seems to be
the life that you could cherish as much as I do yours
Oh, I´m beginning to think
that man has never found
the words that could make you want me
That have the right amount of letters,
just the right sound
that could make you hear, make you see
that you are driving me out of my mind
Oh I could say I need you, but then you´d realize
that I want you just like a thousand other guys
who´d say they loved you with all the rest of their lies
when all they wanted was to touch your face, your hands
and gaze into your eyes
Cherish is the word I use to describe
all the feeling that I have hiding here for you inside
You don´t know how many times I´ve wished that had told you,
You don´t know how many times I´ve wished that I could hold you,
You don´t know how many times I´ve wished that I could mold you
into someone who could cherish me as much as I cherish you.
And I do, cherish you
Oh and I do, I cherish you
Yes I do, I cherish you