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this one goes on for a bit, but it's reliable and has a brilliant cast:

And I never thought I'd feel this way
And as far as I'm concerned
I'm glad I got the chance to say
That I do believe I love you

And if I should ever go away
Well then close your eyes and try
To feel the way we do today
And then if you can remember

Keep smiling, keep shining
Knowing you can always count on me, for sure
That's what friends are for
For good times and bad times
I'll be on your side forever more
That's what friends are for

Well you came in loving me
And now there's so much more I see
And so by the way I thank you

Oh and then for the times when we're apart
Well then close your eyes and know
The words are coming from my heart
And then if you can remember

Keep smiling, keep shining
Knowing you can always count on me, for sure
That's what friends are for
In good times, in bad times
I'll be on your side forever more
That's what friends are for

Keep smiling, keep shining
Knowing you can always count on me, for sure
That's what friends are for
For good times and bad times
I'll be on your side forever more
That's what friends are for

Keep smiling, keep shining
Knowing you can always count on me, o for sure
Come and tell you that's what friends are for
For good times and for bad times
I'll be on your side forever more
That's what friends are for

Hey, Mr. Turtle. Love it, buddy, and thanks for the up lifter.

phrase for today:

log rolling

I read Ragtime, and was a wee bit disappointed when I saw the movie, but now I understand why Cagney didn't do his usual job. (probably the adaptation that was amiss.)

Folks, I tried my best to locate Caruso's aria to the opera Carmen, but could not do so. As to Carmen Jones, I do believe that edgar can help us out there, cause I think, without looking it up, that Harry Belafonte was the foil to Diahann's Carmen.

Thanks, edgar. I thought wrong, it seems. Certainly won't be the first time.

song for the evening:

Dinah Washington Lyrics - I'll Close My Eyes Lyrics

I'll Close My Eyes
From the Movie "The Bridge of Madison County"
Performed by Dinah Washington

Heaven sends
A song through its doors
Just as if it seems to know
I'm exclusively yours

Knowing this
I feel but one way
You will understand too
In these words that I say

I'll close my eyes
To everyone but you
And when I do
I'll see you standing there

I'll lock my heart
To any other caress
I'll never say yes
To a new love affair

Then I'll close my eyes
To everything that's gay
If you are not there
Oh, to share each lovely day

And through the years
In those moments
When we're far apart
Don't you know I'll close my eyes
And I'll see you with my heart

Did you know that the Dandridge and Belafonte voices were dubbed in Carmen Jones? I didn't know Marilyn Horne was Carmen Jones until I bought the album of the soundtrack. LeVern Hutcherson sang for Harry Belafonte.

Raggedy, I am amazed! When I think that George Clooney did the best lip sync ever and that someone choose to have another sing for Harry, I lose my faith in Hollywood.

Well, folks, we love to learn here on our little radio.

Hey. No one got the etymology of "fuzz" nor the phrase for the day. Are we slipping?

Seems I always hafta slip around to be with you, my dear
Slippin' around, afraid we might be found
I know I can't forget you and I gotta have you near
But we just hafta slip around and live in constant fear

Oh, you're tied up with someone else
And I'm all tied up, too
I know I made mistakes, dear
But I'm so in love with you
I hope someday I'll find a way to bring you back to me
Then I won't hafta slip around to have your company

REPEAT ALL

Don't ask, folks, 'cause I don't know.

"welcome to tartan radio"
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The Wee Room Underneath The Stair

Now if yer tired and weary, feelin' sad and blue
Don't let your cares upset ye 'al tell ye what tae do
Just tak a cor tae Springburn go inta Quin's Pub there
Go doon intae the wee room underneath the stair


For it's doon in the wee room underneath the stair
Everybody's happy everybody's there
And they're all makin' merry each in his chair
Doon in the wee room underneath the stair


A king went a huntin' his fortunes for tae seek
He lost his cor at Partick went missin' for a week
Days and nights they hunted sorrow and despair
They foun' him in the wee room underneath the stair


Fur it's doon in the wee room underneath the stair
Everybody's happy everybody's there
And they're all makin' merry each in his chair
Doon in the wee room underneath the stair


Noo when am gettin' auld and ma bones begin tae set
I'll never worry naw I'll never fret
For I'm savin' up ma pennies tae buy a hurrly chair
Tae tak me tae the wee room underneath the stair


Fur it's doon in the wee room underneath the stair
Everybody's happy everybody's there
Adn they're all makin' merry each in his chair
Doon in the wee room underneath the stair.

(perhaps i have some scots blood in my veins ; i enjoy that kind of music . i even have a soft spot for good piping !)
hbg

anyone for a "drop of brandy-o" ?
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(the ending of this song is really quite funny )
("For love is like the colic, cured with brandy-o" )

A landlady of France loved an officer, 'tis said
And the officer he dearly loved his brandy-o.
Now said she "I dearly love this officer, tho' his nose is red
And his legs are what the regiment calls bandy-o.
But when this bandy officer was ordered to the coast,
Then she tore her lovely locks that looked so sandy-o
"Now goodbye, my love," said she, "when you write please pay the post,
But before we part we'll take a drop of brandy-o."

"Take a bottle of it with you," to the officer she said,
"In your tent, you know, my love will be the dandy-o"
"You're right, my dear," said he, "for a tent is very damp
And 'tis better in my tent to take some brandy-o"

So she filled him up a bumper just before he left the town,
With another for herself so neat and handy-o.
And to keep their droopin' spirits up the poured the spirits down,
For love is like the colic, cured with brandy-o.

Wow! hamburger. You are on a roll tonight, Canada. Love those two songs, buddy. and you're right, love is like the colic cured with brandy-o.

Either that, or enhanced by it.

Well, this ain't a Scottish aire, but it does have to do with brandy.

hit from 1972, the song sold over a million copies.

Looking Glass

There's a port, on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors, pass the time away
And talk about their homes

And there's a girl in this harbor town
And she works layin' whiskey down
They say "Brandy, fetch another round"
She serves them whiskey and wine

The sailors say "Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea"

Brandy wears a braided chain
Made of finest silver from the North of Spain
A locket that bears the name
Of the man that Brandy loves

He came on a summer's day
Bringin' gifts from far away
But he made it clear he couldn't stay
No harbor was his home

The sailor said " Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"

Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes
When he told his sailor stories
She could feel the ocean foam rise
She saw its ragin' glory
But he had always told the truth, lord, he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand

At night when the bars close down
Brandy walks through a silent town
And loves a man who's not around
She still can hear him say

She hears him say " Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"

She hears him say " Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"

Ok, ok, cops being called the fuzz has to do with the lint that attached itself to those blue wool suits that were common back when.

and so that we may all sleep well ... here is an irish song :
(particularly like : "And here's a gallon for Father John
To help the poor old man along )

GATHER UP THE POTS
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Gather up the pots and the old tin cans
The corn, the mash, the barley and the bran
Running like the devil from the excise man
Keep the smoke from rising, Barney

Oh the excise men are on their way
They're hunting all around for the mountain tay
Oh they won't go away for the devil of a day
In the hills of Connemaraugh

Oh here's a bottle for Uncle Tom
And here's a gallon for Father John
To help the poor old man along
Through the hills of Connemaraugh

Well, stand your ground for it's too late
The excise men are at the gate
Oh, glory be to Jesus, they're drinking it straight
In the hills of Connemaraugh

just found this on an irish website and just have to share it with you
(i'm sure the person mentioned was NOT an irishman )

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An Irishman(can't have been an irishman !) had been drinking at a pub all night. The bartender finally said that the bar is closing. So the Irishman stood up to leave and fell flat on his face. He tried to stand one more time; same result. He figured he'll crawl outside and get some fresh air and maybe that will sober him up.

Once outside he stood up and fell flat on his face. So he decided to crawl the 4 blocks to his home. When he arrived at the door he stood up and again fell flat on his face. He crawled through the door and into his bedroom. When he reached his bed he tried one more time to stand up. This time he managed to pull himself upright, but he quickly fell right into bed and is sound asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. He was awakened the next morning to his wife standing over him, shouting, "So, you've been out drinking again!!"
"What makes you say that?" he asked, putting on an innocent look.
"The pub called. You left your wheelchair there again."

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hbg

Nice one, hbg.

On the same theme, here is definitely not a joke about the Scots.


A sales rep is making his way up north into the Highlands from Edinburgh late one evening, when he sees an old Inn, and decides to stop for the night.
He goes through the tiny oak door, and notices a group of men, all wearing kilts, standing there in silence at one end of the bar.
The landlord stops polishing beer glasses and goes to serve him.
"I'll have a pint of the local beer, and a room for the night, please" says the salesman.

The landlord serves him the beer...."That'll be a total of sixpence" he says.

"Sixpence? Why only sixpence?" asks salesman.

"Well" replies the landlord "Tonight is the four hundredth anniversary of the opening of this Inn. To celebrate, I'm charging the same prices as they were then. Four pence for the room, and two for the beer"

The salesman hands over sixpence, thanking his luck, and takes a long draw of beer from his glass. He notices that the definitely non Scottish kilt wearers are looking at him longingly, licking their lips. None of them are drinking.

"Excuse me" he enquires "If the beer is only two pence a pint, why are those men not drinking?"

Landlord........."Oh, they're waiting for happy hour"

Here's a cool song, for a cool morning. It's going to get very hot today, so I'm trying to squeeze as much cool as I can, while it lasts.

This song has one of my all time favourite lines ......"She comes out of the sun in a silk dress, running like a watercolour in the rain"



YEAR OF THE CAT (Al Stewart....a good, definitely non Scottish name)


On a morning from a Bogart movie
In a country where they turn back time
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
Contemplating a crime
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress, running
Like a watercolour in the rain
Don't bother asking for explanations
She'll just tell you that she came
In the year of the cat

She doesn't give you time for questions
As she locks up your arm in hers
And you follow 'till your sense of which direction
Completely disappears
By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
There's a hidden door she leads you to
These days, she says, I feel my life
Just like a river running through
The year of the cat


Well, she looks at you so cooly
And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea
She comes in incense and patchouli
So you take her, to find what's waiting inside
The year of the cat


Well, morning comes and you're still with her
And the bus and the tourists are gone
And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket
So you have to stay on
But the drum-beat strains of the night remain
In the rhythm of the new-born day
You know sometime you're bound to leave her
But for now you're going to stay
In the year of the cat...............................

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

First, allow me to thank hbg for the goodnight song. Hey, Canada, it worked. Trouble is, folks, I slept through my favorite TV shows. That funny about the Irishman really brought a morning smile for me, buddy. Loved it.

L.E. You and hamburger really compliment each other. I think we covered several ethnic forms of humor and that is a positive, I feel.

That song was lovely, Brit. I especially like, "...running like watercolour in the rain...."

Well, folks, I got up this morning thinking of Caruso's Carmen, so here is the aria from Bizet:

The flower that you threw at me
stayed with me in my prison cell;
though withered and dried, this flower
lost none of its sweet scent,
and for hours on end
with my eyes closed
its odour intoxicated me,
and at night it was your face I saw!
I wanted to curse you,
to hate you, I asked myself:
Why has fate
put you in my path?
Then I accused myself of blasphemy,
and within me I felt
only one desire
only one desire, one hope:
to see you again, Carmen, see you again!

You only had to appear,
you only had to look at me
to take hold of my whole being,
oh my Carmen! and I was yours!
Carmen, I love you!

Don José has just returned from detention, and is jealous and disappointed that Carmen seems to care so little for him, especially when she mocks him when duty calls him to the barracks. He shows her what she means to him:

La fleur que tu m'avais jetée
dans ma prison m'était restée;
flétrie et sèche, cette fleur
gardait toujours sa douce odeur,
at pendant des heures entières,
sur mes yeux fermant mes paupières,
de cette odeur je m'enivrais
et dans la nuit je te voyais!
Je me prenais à te maudire,
à te detester, à me dire:
Pourquoi faut-il que le destin
l'ait mise là sur mon chemin?
Puis je m'accusais de blasphème,
et je ne sentais en moi-même,
je ne sentais qu'un seul désir,
un seul désir, en seul espoir:
te revoir, o Carmen, oui, te revoir!

Car tu n'avais eu qu'à paraître,
qu'à jeter un regard sur moi,
pour t'emparer de tout mon être,
o ma Carmen! et j'étais une chose à toi!
Carmen, je t'aime!

Good morning - (Yawn) - What a wonderful way to start the day, a joke and two great songs.


"Fallen Angels"
AEROSMITH lyrics -


There's a candle burning in the world tonight
For another child who vanished out of sight
And a heart is broken, another prayer in vain
There's a million tears that fill a sea of pain

Sometimes I stare out my window
My thoughts all drift into space
Sometimes I wonder if there's a better place

(Tell me)
Where do fallen angels go
I just don't know
Where do fallen angels go
They keep falling

Now the times is frightening
Can't ignore the facts
There's so many people
Just slippin' through the cracks

So many ashes are scattered
So many rivers run dry
Sometimes your Heaven is Hell
And you don't know why

(So listen)
Where do fallen angels go
I just don't know
Where do fallen angels go
They keep falling, falling, falling...

Can you hear me
Can you hear me
Somewhere out there there's a shining light
And I got to be with you tonight

And with all we're nowhere
We still pay the price
Yeah the Devil seems to get his way
In downtown paradise

Where do fallen angels go
I just don't know
Where do fallen angels go
They keep falling, falling, falling...

Where do fallen angels go, tell me
I just don't know
Where do fallen angels go
They keep falling, falling, falling...

There's a candle burning...

and there's our Try, listeners, with a song that asks a question. Yes, buddy, where do they go?

Baby, Now That I've Found You Lyrics
by Alison Krauss


Baby,
now that I've found you
I won't let you go
I built my world around you
I need you so,
baby even though
You don't need me
now

Baby,
now that I've found you
I won't let you go
I built my world around you
I need you so
Baby even though
You don't need me,
You don't need me oh, no

Baby, baby,
when first we met
I knew in this heart of mine

That you were someone I couldn't forget.
I said right,
and abide my time

Spent my life looking
for that somebody
to make me feel like new
Now you tell me that you want to leave me
But darling, I just can't let you

[guitar & fiddle solo]

Baby, baby,
when first we met
I knew in this heart of mine
That you were someone I couldn't forget.
I said right,
and abide my time

Spent my life looking
for that somebody
to make me feel like new
Now you tell me that you want to leave me
But darling, I just can't let you

Now that I found you
I built my world around you

I need you so, baby even though
You don't need me now

Baby, now that I've found you
I won't let you go
I built my world around you
I need you so
Baby even though
You don't need me
You don't need me no, no

3 songs by the same people, famous back in the 70s.

Music: Mimis Plessas
Lyrics: Lefteris Papadopoulos
Singer: Giannis Poulopoulos

The statue

Yesterday, a bit after midnight, I slogged,
I went to the small square, where I met you.
A statue which saw me, recalled me,
and did not refuse to hear my suffering.

I talked to it about you and me.
Its eyes became misty, and were crying continuously.
I talked to it about your bad behavior and your other sins.
Your mistakes were big and unforgivable.

Then - oh God - big sobs came to me.
For finding me like a clout at dawn.
Together with the statue, we walked in the road.
It cleaned my eyes from the tears, and we split.


Small room

The midnight spread its sweet net,
all over our small neighborhood.
Forget everything now, this time belongs to Love.
Just put the key in the lock.

CHORUS
It is a small room, just six square meters.
Every niche is adoration, every wall is many kisses.
A very small room, every wall is many kisses…

Whiffle the candle, so it will quench,
and will let us alone in the beautiful night.
Strain to my heart, so I will warm you,
Just like a swallow, like a bird.

CHORUS


My girl got drunk today

My girl got drunk today,
And her lips are crying.
Tired words, oh my jasmine,
She tells sadly to me (2).

My girl got drunk today,
And she bows sweetly to my shoulder.
Her eyes are half extinct,
Just like small oil lamps in the road (2).

My girl got drunk today,
And she feels cold as it is already midnight.
But my heart is wide open,
A shelter and a calm for her.

Welcome back, Ellinas. What lovely lyrics, my Grecian friend. "her eyes were half extinct." What a beautiful way to say "her eyes have told me so"

Thank you for all three songs and their marvelous translation.

Our poem for today and inspired by "Stark Reality":

Aaron Stark

Withal a meagre man was Aaron Stark, --
Cursed and unkempt, shrewd, shrivelled, and morose.
A miser was he, with a miser's nose,
And eyes like little dollars in the dark.
His thin, pinched mouth was nothing but a mark;
And when he spoke there came like sullen blows
Through scattered fangs a few snarled words and close,
As if a cur were chary of its bark.

Glad for the murmur of his hard renown,
Year after year he shambled through the town, --
A loveless exile moving with a staff;
And oftentimes there crept into his ears
A sound of alien pity, touched with tears, --
And then (and only then) did Aaron laugh.

-- Edwin Arlington Robinson

Hume Cronyn
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Hume Blake Cronyn, OC , LL.D (July 18, 1911 - June 15, 2003) was a Canadian/American stage and film actor.

Biography

Early life

Cronyn was born in London, Ontario, Canada, one of five children of Hume Blake Cronyn, a businessman and a Member of Parliament for London (and for whom the Hume Cronyn Memorial Observatory and asteroid (12050) Humecronyn are named), and his wife Frances Amelia Labatt, an heiress of the brewing company of the same name.

His grandfather was Verschoyle Cronyn. His great-grandfather was Bishop Benjamin Cronyn, founder of Huron College at the University of Western Ontario. His great-uncle Benjamin Jr. was both a prominent citizen and early mayor of London, Ontario. Benjamin Jr. was later indicted for fraud and fled to Vermont. During his tenure in London he built a mansion called Oakwood, which currently serves as the head office of the Info-Tech Research Group.

Cronyn was also a cousin of Canadian-born theater producer, Robert Whitehead.

Career

Cronyn studied drama at McGill University, and continued his acting studies under Max Reinhardt and at the American Academy of Dramatic Arts. In 1934, he made his Broadway debut as a janitor in "Hipper's Holiday" and became known for his versatility, playing a number of different roles on stage.

His initial Hollywood film was in 1943 in Alfred Hitchcock's Shadow of a Doubt. He later appeared in that director's Lifeboat and was a writer for the screenplays of Rope and Under Capricorn. He was nominated for an Academy Award for best supporting actor for his performance in The Seventh Cross in 1944.

Personal life

Cronyn was married to actress Jessica Tandy from 1942 until her death in 1994, and appeared with her in many of their more memorable dramatic stage, film and TV outings, including The Gin Game, Foxfire, Cocoon and Cocoon: The Return.

He became an American citizen in 1966. His 1991 autobiography was called A Terrible Liar (ISBN 0688128440).

Hume Cronyn married author Susan Cooper in July 1996. In 1988, he was made an Officer of the Order of Canada. He died at age 91 of prostate cancer at his home in Fairfield, Connecticut.