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Ah, old Bing. Thanks, edgar. What we need, guys is a waft in a song:

See the curtains hangin' in the window, in the evenin' on a "Saturday" night
A little light a-shinin' through the window, lets me know everything is alright.
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind.
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind.

See the paper layin' in the sidewalk, a little music from the house next door.
So I walked on up to the doorstep, through the screen and across the floor.
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind.
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind.

Sweet days of summer, the jasmine's in bloom. "August" is dressed up and playing her tune.
And I come home from a hard day's work, and you're waiting there, not a care in the world.
See the smile a-waitin' in the kitchen, food cookin' and the plates for two.
See the arms that reach out to hold me, in the evening when the day is through.
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind.
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind.

just watched an old sammy davis short from one of his vegas performances .
he told the audience :
"frank phoned and said 'get here' - i phoned the reverend martin luther king and he told me it would be o.k."

"you know i've become a jew , and i want to tell you that my mother is a puerto-rican ... and since i'm also black ... where ever i move ... there goes the neighbourhood "

(i guess those jokes are no longer appropriate )

i still think he was a great singer and even better entertainer !
he sure knew how to deliver a song !

WHAT KIND OF FOOL AM I?
Sammy Davis, Jr.

What kind of fool am I
Who never fell in love
It seems that I'm the only one
that I have been thinking of

What kind of man is this?
An empty shell-
A lonely cell in which
an empty heart must dwell






What kind of lips are these
That lied with every kiss
That whispered empty words of love
that left me alone like this

Why can't I fall in love
Like any other man
And maybe then I'll know what kind of fool I am.

What kind of clown am I?
What do I know of life?
Why can't I cast away the mask of play
and live my life?

Why can't I fall in love
Till I don't give a damn
And maybe then I'll know what kind of fool I am

Hey, hamburger. Quite frankly, Canada, I think being politically correct is the same thing as patronizing, and that is a worse insult than Sammy's funny story told on himself.

Love that song, incidentally. Sang it myself once. <smile>

I must say goodnight until tomorrow and sleep will banish sorrow.

From Letty with love

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

Let's begin the day with a dedication.

For Mr. and Mrs. Turtle

Matthew Arnold



The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand;
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the A gaean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.


Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night

Seven Languages
Camper Van Beethoven

I played this song for my love
But she said to me
"It has no meaning at all."
We walked across the park
And I said a word
And we went to the bar
For no reason at all
Well up in the sky
Well I saw a cloud
And I thought that it looked like something
But on second thought not

And I would come to visit you
But I can't find my car keys
And I can't remember where you live
And if I had just a little time
I could speak seven languages
I could walk on water

A friend calls me on the phone
And tells me a joke
Well I think that I laugh
But I don't remember at all
I woke up with a word in my head
And as far as I know
It has no meaning at all
Well up in the sky
Well I saw a cloud
And I thought it looked like a face
But on second thought not

And I would come to visit you
But I can't find my car keys
And I can't think of right words to say
And if I had just a little time
I could speak seven languages
I could walk on water

Hello, dj. How are things in Canada? <smile>

That's a great song, buddy. Hope it wasn't written for me.

J. Geils Band
» Do You Remember When

(Peter Wolf/Seth Justman) - 1981
I overheard someone mention your name
I overheard now my heart feels the pain
I though that I would get over you with time
But here are again you're back in my mind
Time moves slowly since you've gone
away (Tick-tock Tick-tock)
Life moves slowly since you've gone
away (Tick-tock Tick-tock)
Chorus
Do you - Do you remember when
Our hearts - Our hearts were together then
You're gone - We're out on our own again
My love - Do you remember when
I walk the room where we both used to sit
I walk the room and I refuse to admit
That I'm all alone and our love's been left behind
And now, once again, you are back in my mind
Life's so empty since you've gone
away (Tick-tock Tick-tock)
I'm so empty since you've gone
away (Tick-tock Tick-tock)
Chorus
You're gone
You're gone
You're gone

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night

These Matthew Arnold lines were reworked around 1970 by Ed Sanders and turned into a song. As memory serves, I believe he eliminated the second to last line, keeping the rest intact.

Dear Prudence

Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play
Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day
The sun is up, the sky is blue
It's beautiful and so are you
Dear Prudence won't you come out to play

Dear Prudence open up your eyes
Dear Prudence see the sunny skies
The wind is low the birds will sing
that you are part of everything
Dear Prudence won't you open up your eyes?

Look around round
Look around round round
Look around

Dear Prudence let me see you smile
Dear Prudence like a little child
The clouds will be a daisy chain
So let me see you smile again
Dear Prudence won't you let me see you smile?

Beatles

Amazing, edgar, and many thanks to our resident historian.

Well, listeners. We do miss our European friends, but later we may hear from them. Hope springs and all that jazz.

Oops. Missed our edgar's prudent song. Hope she does come out and play and dance by the light of the moon.<smile>

Hey, folks. There really is a Hope Springs, Virginia;

Ah, Mr. Turtle, you are quite welcome, honey. I thought that was Keats, but I checked out our archives to make certain.

This is poetry day, folks:

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron. 1788-1824

She walks in Beauty

SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that 's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

Perusing the Spontaneous Poems thread, I came across this from the year 2003:


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Little ditty bout Dys and Diane
A2Kouple hotter than cayenne
Off to Tucson in the Mystery Machine
Done crossed the Rubicon if you know what I mean ....

BIGGEST MISTAKE
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

When love comes so late, it'll really hit hard
It slams through the gate, it'll catch you off guard
Everyone said, "What a perfect love match
'Cause she is so smart, she's a hell of a catch"

I was drinking in love, gulping it down
Drifting for months on a billowing cloud
But after awhile I stopped to rebel
I'm back in the past and I'm raising up hell

But I think I've just made the biggest mistake of my life
And I think I've just made the biggest mistake of my life

We'd been living together for over a year
The harmony's perfect, it rang loud and clear
But then very slowly, my nerves start to fray
The little things big, that's what they say

I acted impatient, I acted unkind
I took her for granted, I played with her mind
She didn't deserve it but it was too late
I walked out the door and left her to her fate

But I think I've just made the biggest mistake of my life
And I think I've just made the biggest mistake of my life

(WhoooWhooo Whooo....)

Now I'm down in a slump and I'm eating alone
I ruined the day with some friends on the phone
I never go out, I'm becoming a grouch
I just watch the TV and I drink on the couch

But if love comes again, I'll be really surprised
I'll grab it real fast, keep it right in my sights

'Cause I think I've just made the biggest mistake of my life
Well I think I've just made the biggest mistake of my life

Amazing, edgar. Irreversible decision, of course; what a delight to remember. Hmmm. Wonder who wrote that?<smile>

Hey, Try. Mick made the biggest mistake and....


Now I've had the time of my life
No I never felt like this before
Yes I swear it's the truth
And I owe it all to you
'Cause I've had the time of my life
And I owe it all to you

I've been waiting for so long
Now I've finally found someone to stand by me
We saw the writing on the wall
As we felt this magical fantasy

Now with passion in our eyes
There's no way we could disguise it secretly
So we take each other's hand
'Cause we seem to understand the urgency
Just remember

You're the one thing
I can't get enough of
So I'll tell you something
This could be love because

I've had the time of my life
No I never felt like this before
Yes I swear, it's the truth
And I owe it all to you

With my body and soul
I want you more than you'll ever know
So we'll just let it go
Don't be afraid to lose control
Yes I know what's on your mind
When you say, "Stay with me tonight"
Just remember

You're the one thing
I can't get enough of
So I'll tell you something
This could be love because

I've had the time of my life
No I never felt like this before
Yes I swear, it's the truth
And I owe it all to you

I've had the time of my life
No I never felt like this before
Yes I swear it's the truth
And I owe it all to you

I've had the time of my life
No I never felt like this before
Yes I swear it's the truth
And I owe it all to you

I've had the time of my life
No I never felt like this before

From the movie Dirty Dancing.

the sun is shining & the Small Faces are singing


Wouldn't it be nice to get on with me neighbors
But they make it very clear they've got no room for ravers

They stop me from groovin, they bang on me wall
They're doin me crust in it's no good at all,

Lazy sunday afternoon, I've got no mind to worry, close my eyes and
Drift away

Here we all are sittin in a rainbow(do do do do)
Cor blimey hallo missus Jones hows your Berts lumbago?
I'll sing you a song with no words and no tune
I'll sing at your party while you suss out the moon, oh yeah

Lazy sunday afternoon, I got no mind to worry,
Close my eyes and drift away, yea

Aroo de do de do aroo de do de di day
Aroo de do de dum aree de de do dee

Theres no one to hear me, theres nothin to say,
And no one can stop me from feelin this way

Lazy sunday afternoon I've got no mind to worry
Close my eyes and drift away

Lazy sunday afternoon I've got no mind to worry
Close my eyes and drift a-
Close my eyes and drift away
Close my eyes and drift away...

A poem by Sherman Alexie

My braids were cut off in the name of Jesus
To make me look so white
My tongue was cut out in the name of Jesus
So i would not speak of what's right
My heart was cut out in the name of Jesus
So I would not try to feel
My eyes were cut out in the name of Jesus
So i could no see what's real

And I've got news for you
But I'm not sure where to begin
Yean, I've got news for you
My God has dark skin
My God has dark skin

I had my braids cut off by black robes
But I know they'll grow again
I had my tongue cut out by these black robes
But I know I'll speak 'til the end
I had my heart cut out by the black robes
But I know what I still feel
I had my eyes cut out by the black robes
But I know I see what's real.

Good evening, London. That has to be a cockney song. Love it, OAKman.

Hey, cowboy. Well, that is a most unusual poem, buddy, but I assume it is out of Africa. Very powerful!

Speaking of great poetry, listeners.

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT


Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Guess who?

Dylan

Sherman J. Alexie, Jr., was born in October 1966. A Spokane/Coeur d'Alene Indian, he grew up on the Spokane Indian Reservation in Wellpinit, WA, about 50 miles northwest of Spokane, WA. Approximately 1,100 Spokane Tribal members live there.

Born hydrocephalic, which means with water on the brain, Alexie underwent a brain operation at the age of 6 months and was not expected to survive. When he did beat the odds, doctors predicted he would live with severe mental retardation. Though he showed no signs of this, he suffered severe side effects, such as seizures and uncontrollable bed-wetting, throughout his childhood. In spite of all he had to overcome, Alexie learned to read by age three, and devoured novels, such as John Steinbeck's The Grapes of Wrath, by age five. All these things ostracized him from his peers, though, and he was often the brunt of other kids' jokes on the reservation.

Well, Dylan is certainly correct, dys.

What interesting background on Sherman Alexie. Ah, yes, I have known children who were hydrocephalic and I am amazed that your Indian child was able to maintain his genius. Group isolation is often the case with those who are creative and don't care that they are. Often, they are rebels as well. Unfortunately for Dylan Thomas, his rebellion cost him his life at thirty nine years of age and he was denied a place of honor in Westminster Abbey. If I am not mistaken, Jimmy Carter really tried to get the powers at be to relocate his remains therein. Don't believe that Mr. Thomas would care one little bit.