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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 10 Jul, 2006 12:30 pm
Just as I thought, folks. Bob of Boston didn't really forget, he just had a break. Hope it wasn't your leg, Karaoke man. Razz

Let's do this one for our Bob, listeners.

Roger Whittaker
The Last Farewell

There's a ship lies rigged and ready in the harbour
Tomorrow for old England she sails
Far away from your land of endless sunshine
To my land full of rainy skies and gales
And I shall be on board that ship tomorrow
Though my heart is full of tears at this farewell
For you are beautiful und I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful und I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell.
I heard there's a wicked war ablazing
And the taste of war I know so very well
Even now I see the foreign flag araising
Their guns on fire as we sailed into hell
I have no fear of death it brings no sorrow
But how bitter will be this last farewell
For you are beautiful and I have loved you dearly .
Though death and darkness gather all about me
And my ship be torn apart upon the sea
I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands
In the heaving waves that brought me once to thee
And should I return safe home again to England
I shall watch the English mist roll through the dell
For you are beautiful and I have loved you dearly,
More dearly than the spoken word can tell.
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Cyracuz
 
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Reply Mon 10 Jul, 2006 02:17 pm
A blond participates on a quiz show on tv.
The tv host asks her the following questions.

1. How long did the 100 year war last:
116 years
99 years
100 years
150 years

The blond choses to use the option to not answer.

2. In wich country was the "Panamahut" found
Brasil?
Chile?
Panama?
Equador?

The blond asks the audience for help.

3. In what month do the Russians celebrate Octoberrevolution?
January?
September?
October?
November?

The blond choses the option to call another person, and calls another blonde.

4. What was King Georg IVs real name?
Albert?
Georg?
Manuell?
Jonas?

The blond choses to eliminate two wrong answers.

5. From wich animal does the name Canaryislands come?
Canarybird?
Kangaroo?
Rat?
Seal?

The blond's answer is wrong, and she's out.

Here are the correct anwers:
*The 100-year war lasted 116 years - from 1337 to 1453

*The "Panamahut" was found in Equador

*The Octoberrevolution is celebrated on november 7!

*King Georg IVs real name was Albert. The king changed his name in 1936.

*The canary islands were named after the seal. In latin it means "seal-islands".


You still think you're smarter than the blond? Smile
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 10 Jul, 2006 02:29 pm
Cyracuz. Welcome back, Norway.

Pretty damn clever, buddy. Love it! That's sorta like, Who is buried in Grant's tomb? Razz

Time for a song for our listeners:

ABBA LYRICS

"Waterloo"

My, my, at Waterloo Napoleon did surrender
Oh yeah, and I have met my destiny in quite a similar way
The history book on the shelf
Is always repeating itself

Waterloo - I was defeated, you won the war
Waterloo - Promise to love you for ever more
Waterloo - Couldn't escape if I wanted to
Waterloo - Knowing my fate is to be with you
Waterloo - Finally facing my Waterloo

My, my, I tried to hold you back but you were stronger
Oh yeah, and now it seems my only chance is giving up the fight
And how could I ever refuse
I feel like I win when I lose

Waterloo - I was defeated, you won the war
Waterloo - Promise to love you for ever more
Waterloo - Couldn't escape if I wanted to
Waterloo - Knowing my fate is to be with you
Waterloo - Finally facing my Waterloo

So how could I ever refuse
I feel like I win when I lose -

Waterloo - Couldn't escape if I wanted to
Waterloo - Knowing my fate is to be with you
Waterloo - Finally facing my Waterloo

Hey, Cyracuz. Isn't ABBA a Norwegian group?
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Tryagain
 
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Reply Mon 10 Jul, 2006 04:02 pm
"*The canary islands were named after the seal. In latin it means "seal-islands". " Shocked


Macrone, Michael 1999 Brush up your classics!
Gramercy Books
Random House, NY pp 238

CANARY

Juba reports that one of the Fortunate Isles is called Canaria after the multitude of huge canines who live there (two of which were brought back to him); the ruins of building are visible there; and while there is an abundance of fruits and birds of all species, date-bearing palms and pine trees also abound; there is also a copious supply of honey, papyrus too, and sheat-fish spawining in the streams; they are infested by beasts which are constantly cast up, totting. .... Pliny the Elder, Natural History, Book 6, chapter 37

Why is a bird named after a dog? The little yellow sonsgbirds we call canaries have little green ancestors who once lived on what are now Spain's Canary Islands. You might think that the islands are named after the birds, but according to Pliny such is not the case. "Canary" derives rather from the Latin word canis, "dog", and the name Canaria was given to one of these islands because of its population of fearsomely huge canines. Both the dogs and the birds were brought back to the Continent, but while the latter prospered, the former have since become extinct. the name Canaria, however, stuck to both the islands and the birds.

We owe the name to King Juba II of Mauretania, a friend of Caesar Augustus. Juba sent out expeditions to explore the African coast and its proximate islands, and it was one of these expeditions that happened upon the Canary Islands, which were supposed at the time to be the legendary "Fortunate Isles". The Greeks believed that the gods sent virtuous souls and particularly blessed mortals to these Isles as a sort of super retirement home.


From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia:

The Canary Islands (Spanish Islas Canarias (28° 06'N, 15° 24'W) are an archipelago of the Kingdom of Spain consisting of seven islands of volcanic origin in the Atlantic Ocean. They are located off the north-western coast of Africa (Morocco and the Western Sahara). They form an autonomous community of Spain.

The name derives probably from a north African tribe (the Canarii) or possibly the Latin term Insularia Canaria meaning Island of the Dogs, a name applied originally only to the island of Gran Canaria. It is thought that the dense population of an endemic breed of large and fierce dogs was the characteristic that most struck the few ancient Romans who established contact with the islands by the sea.


Perhaps the blond is smarter than you think. Laughing
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 10 Jul, 2006 04:11 pm
Good grief, Try. Isn't it marvelous to learn how little we know? Thanks, buddy. We're not just a song and dance station after all.

Well, let's hear it for the blondes with a song from, who else?

Blondie
The Tide Is High Song

The tide is high but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one
I'm not the kind of girl who gives up just like that
Oh, no

It's not the things you do that tease and wound me bad
But it's the way you do the things you do to me

I'm not the kind of girl who gives up just like that
Oh, no

The tide is high but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one
Number one, number one

Every girl wants you to be her man
But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn

I'm not the kind of girl who gives up just like that
Oh, no

The tide is high but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one
Number one, number one

Every girl wants you to be her man
But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn

I'm not the kind of girl who gives up just like that
Oh, no

The tide is high but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one
[Repeat and ad lib until fade]
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Tryagain
 
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Reply Mon 10 Jul, 2006 05:50 pm
Kinks › Lyrics
You Really Got Me

Girl, you really got me goin
You got me so I dont know what Im doin
Yeah, you really got me now
You got me so I cant sleep at night

Yeah, you really got me now
You got me so I dont know what Im doin, now
Oh yeah, you really got me now
You got me so I cant sleep at night

You really got me
You really got me
You really got me

See, dont ever set me free
I always wanna be by your side
Girl, you really got me now
You got me so I cant sleep at night

Yeah, you really got me now
You got me so I dont know what Im doin, now
Oh yeah, you really got me now
You got me so I cant sleep at night

You really got me
You really got me
You really got me
Oh no...

(solo)

See, dont ever set me free
I always wanna be by your side
Girl, you really got me now
You got me so I cant sleep at night

Yeah, you really got me now
You got me so I dont know what Im doin, now
Oh yeah, you really got me now
You got me so I cant sleep at night

You really got me
You really got me
You really got me
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dyslexia
 
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Reply Mon 10 Jul, 2006 05:56 pm
On stage, The Hollies

Saturday night I was downtown
Working for the FBI
Sitting in a nest of bad men
Whiskey bottles piling high

Bootlegging boozer on the west side
Full of people who are doing wrong
Just about to call up the DA man
When I heard this woman singing a song

A pair of 45's made me open my eyes
My temperature started to rise
She was a long cool woman in a black dress
Just a 5-9 beautiful tall
With just one look I was a bad mess
'Cause that long cool woman had it all

I saw her heading to the table
Well a tall walking big black cat
When Charlie said I hope that you're able, boy
Well I'm telling you she knows where it's at
Well then suddenly we heard the sirens
And everybody started to run
Jumping under doors and tables
Well I heard somebody shooting a gun

Well the DA was pumping my left hand
And she was holding my right
Well I told her, "Don't get scared
'Cause you're gonna be spared"
Well I'm gonna be forgiven
If I wanna spend my living
With a long cool woman in a black dress
Just a 5-9 beautiful tall
With just one look I was a bad mess
'Cause that long cool woman had it all
Had it all, had it all, had it all...
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djjd62
 
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Reply Mon 10 Jul, 2006 06:01 pm
a companion song to try's


the kinks are on of my fave bands, battling brothers long before oasis, songwriters to match lennon and mccartney (imo), and never quite appreciated at their peak, unfortunately

The Road
The Kinks

Sitting alone on my hotel
Looking in the mirror wondering, "well,
After all this time you never thought you'd still be out on the road?"
Like a gypsy I was born to roam
Like a wanderer with no fixed abode
I think about the friends I've left behind on the road

Well, the road's been rocky along the way
It's been a long, hard haul on the motorway
But if it gets too smooth it's time to call it a day

(On the road)
The bed and breakfasts and the greasy spoons
(The road)
The loser bars and the noisy rooms
(The road)
The casualties who did too many lines
(The road)
Wasted talent on women and wine

I think of all the friends I've left behind
Whenever it's time to get back out on the road

Started playing blues in a coffee bar
I took a trip down Charing Cross Road
With my imitation Gretsch guitar
And my head full of songs and my eyes full of stars
I saw a band called the Rolling Stones
I thought, "that's it, I'll get a band,
I'm leaving home, I'm out on the road."

The motorways all over this land
(The road)
Far away places like Wigan and Birmingham
(The road)
Didn't have no name, didn't have any fans
(The road)
Didn't have no money so we slept in the van

All those early gigs we ever played
Sometimes we were lucky if we even got paid
On the road
Pete played on the bass guitar
Liked to get around, mixing with all the stars
But Mrs. Avory's child was all fingers and thumbs
But solid as a rock, setting time on the drums
While Dave the Rave hit the rock 'n' roll riffs
Yours truly strummed away with a slightly limp wrist
On the road

Everyday is when I can't get used to it
Everyday is when I can't get away
Another day, another freeway to face
That's the road

Well, life is a road, it's a motorway
And the road gets rocky along the way
But if it gets too smooth it's time to call it a day

(On the road)
Jimi Hendrix, The Who, the Led Zeppelin and Free
They took the road so it's alright by me
Some are survivors, some are debris
If you play in a band that's the road that you take
Living in it, eating in it, sleeping in it
You wake up in the morning, what do you see?
The road

Life is a road, it's a motorway
Lost a lot of good friends along the way
All the families and homes that I've left behind
To the wives and the lovers and friends who had their time
I say, "you take your road and I'll take mine."
(You take your road and I'll take mine)
You take your road and I'll take mine
(You take your road and I'll take mine)

Life is a road, it's a motorway
And the road gets rocky along the way
But if it gets too smooth it's time to call it a day

(On the road)
Observed all the various phases from
Flower power, heavy metal and acid rock
And still all the critics keep saying
"Are they still around? When they gonna stop?"
It's just the dedicated followers of fashion who like putting down
All the well respected men who came dancing and are still on the road

Sometime I get suicidal
Now everyone is a rival
Different cars, different bars and hotels
Corporations, big business and egos
When it all gets too bad I think back
When we were all each other had
When we started out on the road

And there's gas in my tank and I've still got a way to go
Another hotel, it's time to check out soon
As I look around the room
I think of all the friends I've left behind
On the road
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djjd62
 
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Reply Mon 10 Jul, 2006 06:09 pm
some more songs from the road

The Load-out
Jackson Browne

Now the seats are all empty
Let the roadies take the stage
Pack it up and tear it down
They're the first to come and last to leave
Working for that minimum wage
They'll set it up in another town
Tonight the people were so fine
They waited there in line
And when they got up on their feet they made the show
And that was sweet--
But I can hear the sound
Of slamming doors and folding chairs
And that's a sound they'll never know

Now roll them cases out and lift them amps
Haul them trusses down and get'em up them ramps
'Cause when it comes to moving me
You guys are the champs
But when that last guitar's been packed away
You know that I still want to play
So just make sure you got it all set to go
Before you come for my piano

But the band's on the bus
And they're waiting to go
We've got to drive all night and do a show in Chicago
or Detroit, I don't know
We do so many shows in a row
And these towns all look the same
We just pass the time in our hotel rooms
And wander 'round backstage
Till those lights come up and we hear that crowd
And we remember why we came

Now we got country and western on the bus
R and B, we got disco in eight tracks and cassettes in stereo
We've got rural scenes & magazines
We've got truckers on the CB
We've got Richard Pryor on the video
We got time to think of the ones we love
While the miles roll away
But the only time that seems too short
Is the time that we get to play

People you've got the power over what we do
You can sit there and wait
Or you can pull us through
Come along, sing the song
You know you can't go wrong
'Cause when that morning sun comes beating down
You're going to wake up in your town
But we'll be scheduled to appear
A thousand miles away from here


Turn The Page
Bob Seger

On a long and lonesome highway
East of Omaha
You can listen to the engine
moanin' out its one-note song
You can think about the woman
or the girl you knew the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wandering
the way they always do
When you're ridin' sixteen hours
and there's nothin' much to do
And you don't feel much like ridin',
you just wish the trip was through

So here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
And here I go
Playin' star again
There I go
Turn the page

Well you walk into a restaurant,
strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you
as you're shakin' off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you
but you just want to explode.

Most times you can't hear 'em talk,
other times you can
oh, the same old cliches,
"Is that a woman or a man?"
And you always seem outnumbered,
you don't dare make a stand

So here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
And here I go
Playin' star again
There I go
Turn the page

Out there in the spotlight
you're a million miles away
Every ounce of energy
you try to give away
As the sweat pours out your body
like the music that you play
Later in the evening
as you lie awake in bed
With the echoes from the amplifiers
ringin' in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette,
rememberin' what she said

So here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
And here I go
Playin' star again
There I go
Turn the page

Yeah here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin' star again
There I go
There I go


Life On The Road
The Kinks

Ever since I was a child,
I loved to wander wild
Through the bright city lights,
And find myself a life I could call my own.
It was always my ambition
To see Piccadilly,
Ramble and roam around Soho
And Pimlico and Savile Row,
And walk down the Abbey Road.
So I saved all my money
And packed up my clothes,
And I said good-bye to my friends
And my folks back home.
And I left for a life of my own.
I left for a life on the road.

I'm a real hungry tyke,
And I know what I like.
And I know where I'm goin':
To those bright city lights.
Oh yeah, oh yeah,
This time I'm gonna get there.
I'm bound for a life on the road.
Give me life on the road.
I said life on the road.

When I arrived in Euston,
I was little more than a child.
And I didn't know then
That the dives and the dens
Would be so vulgar and wicked and wild.
Mama always told me
The city ladies were bawdy and bold.
And so I searched night and day
To catch a kissable lady,
But all that I caught was a cold,
'Cause those stuck-up city ladies
Didn't notice me walk by.
Now I've got holes in my shoes
'Cause I've been walkin' the streets all night.
And I'm livin' the life that I chose.
Livin' my life on the road.
I said life on the road.
I want life on the road.
Life on the road.

I was standing with the punks in Praed Street,
When a muscle man came my way.
He said, "Hey, are you gay?
Can you come out and play?"
And like a fool, I went and said, "O.K."
Ever since I was knee high,
I thought the city was paved with gold.
But I've seen so many losers
And down and out boozers
Who were tired of bein' bought and sold.
City women are a tease,
But I'd really love to please.
Now I've got blood shot eyes
'Cause I've been walkin' the streets all night.
And it sure knocks you out on the road.
And I'm livin' my life on the road.
I said life on the road.
Life on the road.
I want life on the road.

One of these days,
I wanna go home,
Visit my friends,
And see all the places that I used to know,
And say good-bye to a world that's too real;
Good-bye to a world that's forgotten how to feel.
And it's slowly usin' me,
And there's no security.
Sometimes I hate the road,
But it's the only life I know.
But I'm livin' the life that I chose,
So I'll live out my life on the road.

Give me life on the road.
I said life on the road.
(repeat)
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 10 Jul, 2006 06:13 pm
Try, I know that one, buddy. I like it and I'm certain that our listeners do as well.

Well, there is our dys back and playing The Hollies. Thanks, cowboy. Sounds like your kind of place. Razz

Well, this is an apology song for soccer George:

"BULL DOG"
Cole Porter, '13

Bull-dog! Bull-dog! Bow, wow, wow,
Eli Yale!
Bull-dog! Bull-dog! Bow, wow, wow,
Our team can never fail.
When the sons of Eli break through the line,
That is the sign we hail,
Bull-dog! Bull-dog! Bow, wow, wow,
Eli Yale!

Know why I played that? 'Cause all this time, I thought that George Walker and William Buckley went to Harvard. Embarrassed
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 10 Jul, 2006 06:25 pm
Wow, dj. Shocked How did you play all those songs without your PD even hearing 'em.

Guess I had my mind on our president, but thanks, Canada.

Hmmm. Guess I need to turn on the lights, but then....


Bob Dylan
» Don't Think Twice It's All Right

It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don't matter, anyhow
And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don't know by now
When your rooster crows at the breaks of dawn
Look out your window and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'm traveling on
Don't think twice, it's all right.

It ain't no use in turning on your light, babe
That light I never knowed
And it ain't no use in turning on your light, babe
I'm on the dark side of the road
But I wish there was somethin' you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talking anyway
So don't think twice, it's all right.

It ain't no use in calling out my name, gal
Like you never done before
It ain't no use in calling out my name, gal
I can't hear you any more
I'm a-thinking and a-wond'rin' walking down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I'm told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
Don't think twice, it's all right.

So long honey, babe
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
Goodbye's too good a word, babe
So I'll just say fare thee well
I ain't saying you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don't think twice, it's all right.
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hamburger
 
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Reply Mon 10 Jul, 2006 07:25 pm
just found this neat japanese website that gives the japanese and english text for many songs !
quite interesting - perhaps our friend 'satt_fs' will sing it for us ? Very Happy
hbg ... unfortunately , they are not displayed side-by-side .

Ashita mo mata Jitensha
(Bicycle Till Tomorrow)
Performed by Hisakawa Aya - Sailor Mercury
Romanization and translation by William Braell

Ameagari no asa
O-hi-sama kirari
Ii koto ga arisou na
Yokan no reinbou
Jitensha ni nomotte
Machi o tobidasou
Chotto dake bouken
Chigau sora o mi ni
Atarashii kaze
Karada juu ni ukete
Kyuu na sakamichi nobottara

Me no mae ni
Hirogaru sougen
Jitenshagoto nekoronde
Shin kokyuu shitara
Fushigi da ne
Hikouki kumo ga
Watashi wo aoku sumikitta
Kagayaki ni tsureteku

Reeru no hibiki wa
Yasashii rizumu
Chotto dake bouken
Chigau keshiki mi ni

Fumikiri tekkyou
Eki koharu hiyori
Midori no tonneru nuketara

Me no mae wa
Dokomademo umi
Mado wo ippai ni akete
Shin kokyuu shitara
Fushigi da ne
Toketeku yuuhi
Kokoro no iro dokomademo
Toumei ni shite yuku

Me no mae ni
Hirogaru sogen
Jitensha goto nekoronde
Shinkokyou shitara
Fushigi dane
Hikouki kumo ga
Watashi wo aoku sumikitta
Kagayaki ni tsureteku
It's morning, just after a rain,
The sun sparkles;
The rainbow is probably
A good omen:
Let's get on our bicycles,
And rush out of town:
Just a little adventure
Changes the look of the sky.
We experience a fresh breeze
All over our bodies,
As we climb up a steep hill road.

Before our eyes
Extends a grassy plain;
When we lay down our bicycles
And take a deep breath,
It is marvelous, isn't it ?
The clouds, like airplanes, take me
Along into the serene blue radiance.


The sound of the Rails
Has a gentle Rhythm;
Just a little adventure
Changes the look of the scenery.

We cross the railway at an iron bridge,
In Indian summer weather,
When a train comes out of a green Tunnel.

Before our eyes,
Wherever we look, is the sea.
When we open the window all the way,
And take a deep breath,
It is marvelous, isn't it ?
The evening sun is melting into the sea, and
Wherever we go, we'll go with clear hearts.


Before our eyes
Extends a grassy plain;
When we lay down our bicycles
And take a deep breath,
It is marvelous, isn't it ?
The clouds, like airplanes, take me
Along into the serene blue radiance
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Mon 10 Jul, 2006 08:43 pm
Lulu's Back In Town
Fats Waller

Gotta get my old tuxedo pressed
Gotta sew a button on my vest
'Cause tonight I've gotta look my best
Lulu's back in town

Gotta get a half a buck somewhere
Gotta shine my shoes and slick my hair
Gotta get myself a boutonniere
Lulu's back in town

You can tell all my pets
All my Harlem coquettes
Mister Otis regrets
That he won't be aroun'

You can tell the mailman not to call
I ain't comin' home until the fall
And I might not get back home at all
Lulu's back in town
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Mon 10 Jul, 2006 09:00 pm
Poor Butterfly
(R. Hubbell, J. Golden)


Poor Butterfly, 'neath the blossoms waiting
Poor Butterfly, for she loved him so
The moments pass into hours
The hours pass into years, and as she smiles through her tears
She murmurs low, the moon and I know that he'll be faithful
I'm sure he'll come back by and by
But if he don't come back, I just must die, poor Butterfly

[Repeat, then modulate and repeat again]
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Ellinas
 
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Reply Tue 11 Jul, 2006 05:37 am
Alexandria

Music: Euanthia Reboutsika
Lyrics: Ares Davarakes
Singer: Giannis Kotsiras

The Alexandrian clear sky,
Is like a durable gem in Love.
And as the hot sky is reflected in the sea.
You say "ya-salam" - There's a deserving pay!

Ya-salam… How could I imagine it…
That's a so sweet autumn.
This autumn sky, the one I see,
Is the genuine Alexandrian sky.

My first port is Western.
The other, the old one, is Eastern.
I have an airport in the North,
I have a great lighthouse in the South.

Yes, the clear and genuine sky,
Is so durable in Alexandria.
When the wave strongly hits teit-bey,
Love always tells: "Ya-salam".

"Ya-Salam" means "What I could hold"
for forgiving my demon,
for all his wild passions.
"Ya-Salam" means Alexandria.
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Letty
 
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Reply Tue 11 Jul, 2006 05:54 am
Good morning, WA2K radio contributors and listeners.

First, I would like to thank our hamburger for the delightful Japanese music and his translation. Interesting, Canada, because I just saw satt's picture in C.J.'s gallery. What a delightful man.

Hey, Texas. Both of those songs are great, and Lulu is so typical of Fats. Thanks, edgar.

And here is our Grecian friend, Ellinas, with a wonderful translation of an intriguing song. "Ya-salam" is a wondrous expression, and is probably found in many places and names everywhere. There is a Salem, Virginia. <smile>

Well, the "rosy fingered dawn" is touching me, so I suppose I should be brewing something wicked such as coffee.
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Ellinas
 
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Reply Tue 11 Jul, 2006 06:09 am
Letty wrote:
And here is our Grecian friend, Ellinas, with a wonderful translation of an intriguing song. "Ya-salam" is a wondrous expression, and is probably found in many places and names everywhere. There is a Salem, Virginia. <smile>


What I know is salam is the main greeting (hello) in Arabian and Persian - I am not sure about Hebrew. I don't know how ya-salam is exactly related.
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Letty
 
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Reply Tue 11 Jul, 2006 06:32 am
I think, Ellinas, that the expression not only has to do with a greeting. but also has a spiritual connotation.

Salem
place mentioned in Gen. xiv.18, from Heb. Shalem, usually said to be another word for Jerusalem and to mean "peace" (cf. Heb. shalom, Arabic salaam). So common as a Baptist and Methodist meetinghouse name that by mid-19c. it (along with Bethel and Ebenezer) had come to be used in Britain generically to mean "non-conformist chapel."

Interesting, no?
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Letty
 
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Reply Tue 11 Jul, 2006 09:35 am
Well, folks. Inspired once again by another forum, let's play this song replete with background:

Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka-Dot Bikini
Brian Hyland
Written by Paul Vance and Lee Pockriss

Peaked at # 1 in 1960
Co-songwriter Paul Vance was inspired to write this song after seeing his 2-year old daughter
Paula play at the beach in her bathing suit. Later featured in the 1962 comedy film One, Two,
Three, starring Jimmy Cagney & Arlene Francis, with the Russians using the song to try to torture
a suspected spy.

She was afraid to come out of the locker
She was as nervous as she could be
She was afraid to come out of the locker
She was afraid that somebody would see
(Two, three, four, tell the people what she wore)

It was an itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka-dot bikini
That she wore for the first time today
An itsy teenie weenie yellow polka-dot bikini
So in the locker she wanted to stay
(Two, three, four, stick around we'll tell ya more)

She was afraid to come out in the open
And so a blanket around her she wore
She was afraid to come out in the open
And so she sat bundled up on the shore
(Two, three, four, tell the people what she wore)

It was an itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka-dot bikini
That she wore for the first time today
An itsy teenie weenie yellow polka-dot bikini
So in the blanket she wanted to stay
(Two, three, four, stick around we'll tell ya more)

Now she's afraid to come of the water
And I wonder what she's gonna do
Now she's afraid to come out of the water
And the poor little girl's turnin' blue
(Two, three, four, tell the people what she wore)

It was an itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka-dot bikini
That she wore for the first time today
An itsy teenie weenie yellow polka-dot bikini
So in the water she wanted to stay

(From the locker to the blanket)
(From the blanket to the shore)
(From the shore to the water)
Guess there isn't any more.

Sorta like Slim Whitman killing the martians. Laughing
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Tue 11 Jul, 2006 09:35 am
E. B. White
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Elwyn Brooks White (July 11, 1899 - October 1, 1985) was a leading American essayist, author, and literary stylist.

"No one can write a sentence like White," James Thurber once said of his crisp and graceful writing style.[citation needed] A liberal free-thinker, White often wrote as a somewhat ironic onlooker, and he was a spokesman for the freedom of the individual. His writing ranged from satire to textbooks to children's fiction. His writers' style guide, The Elements of Style, remains a well-regarded text, and his three children's books are generally considered to be classics of the field.

Biography

E.B. White was born in Mount Vernon, New York and graduated from Cornell University with a Bachelor of Arts degree in 1921. He picked up the nickname "Andy" at Cornell, where tradition confers that monicker on any student named White, after Cornell co-founder Andrew Dickson White. He wrote for The Seattle Times and Seattle Post-Intelligencer and worked as an ad man before returning to New York City in 1924.

He published his first article in the new The New Yorker magazine in 1925, then joined the staff in 1927 and continued to contribute for six decades. Best recognized for his essays and unsigned "Notes and Comment" pieces that were widely read as the magazine grew in influence, he gradually became the most important contributor to The New Yorker at a time when it was arguably the most important American literary magazine. He also served as a columnist for Harper's Magazine from 1938 to 1943.

In the late 1930s he turned his hand to children's fiction on behalf of a niece, Janice Hart White. His first children's book, Stuart Little, was published in 1945, and Charlotte's Web appeared in 1952. Both were highly acclaimed, and in 1970 jointly won the Laura Ingalls Wilder Medal, a major prize in the field of children's literature. In the same year, he published his third children's novel, The Trumpet of the Swan. In 1973, that book received the Seqouyah Award from Oklahoma and the William Allen White Award from Kansas, both of which were awarded by students voting for their favorite book of the year.

In 1959 he edited and updated The Elements of Style. A handbook of grammatical and stylistic do's and don'ts for writers of American English, it had been written and published in 1918 by William Strunk Jr., a professor under whom White had studied at Cornell. White's rework of the book was extremely well received, and further editions of the work followed in 1972, 1979, and 1999; an illustrated edition followed in 2005. That same year, a New York composer named Nico Muhly premiered a short opera based on the book. The volume is a standard tool for students and writers, and remains required reading in many composition classes.

In 1978, White was awarded a special Pulitzer Prize for his work as a whole. Other awards he received included a Presidential Medal of Freedom in 1963, and memberships in a variety of literary societies throughout the United States. White was also a world federalist, and once said[1]:

Government is the thing. Law is the thing. Not brotherhood, not international cooperation, not security councils that can stop war only by waging it...Where does security lie, anyway - security against the thief, the murderer? In brotherly love? Not at all. It lies in government.
White married Katharine Sergeant Angell in 1929, also an editor at the magazine and author (as Katharine White) of Onward and Upward in the Garden. They had a son, Joel White, a boatbuilder. Katharine's son from her first marriage, Roger Angell, has spent decades as a fiction editor for the New Yorker and is well-known as the magazine's baseball writer.

White's style was stereotypically "Yankee": wry, understated, thoughtful, and informed. He was widely regarded as a master of the English language, noted for clear, well-constructed, and charming prose. Many readers single out his essay "Here Is New York," written for Holiday magazine in 1948 and published in book form the next year, for its distillation of the bittersweet pleasures of New York City life. It was widely quoted after the terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001, because of a passage--written at the beginning of the age of nuclear weapons--in which he talks about New York's vulnerability: "The city, for the first time in its long history, is destructible. A single flight of planes no bigger than a wedge of geese can quickly end this island fantasy, burn the towers, crumble the bridges, turn the underground passages into lethal chambers, cremate the millions. The intimation of mortality is part of New York in the sound of the jets overhead, in the black headlines of the latest edition."

He died on October 1, 1985 at his farm home in North Brooklin, Maine, after a long fight with Alzheimer's disease, and was interred at the Brooklin Cemetery[citation needed].
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