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Well, it's about time, Try. Where have you been? Good to see you back, honey. Thanks for the Cyndi song. I guess girls just want to have fun.

Thinking back at our little middle school trio now. Hey, folks. We were not bad for younguns. Had a radio guy who helped us out.

Combined this with Grandfather's Clock:


Billie Holiday
» Time On My Hands


Harold Adamson / Mack Gordon / Vincent Youmans

Time on my hands, you in my arms
Nothing but love in view
Then if you fall, once and for all
I'll see my dreams come true
Moments to spare
With someone you care tor
One love affair for two
And so with time on my hands
And you in my arms
And love in my heart all for you

What I need more of is…

Time
Pink Floyd Lyrics

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today
And then one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun

And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to nought
Or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone
The song is over
Thought I'd something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells

Well, Try. Thomas Wolfe says that we can't go home again, buddy. Yes, the moving finger writes and having writ, etc.

I became inquisitive, folks, about the grandfather's clock, so I did a quick search and found that Johnny Cash did it. Wow.! he's as prolific as Bob Dylan. As a matter of fact, it's really a lovely and moving song:

My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself
Though it weighed not a penniweight more
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born
And was always his treasure and pride
But it stopped short never to go again when the old man died
Ninety years without slumbering; his life second's numbering
It stopped short never to go again when the old man died
My grandfather said that of those he could hire
Not a servant so faithful he found
For it wasted no time and had but one desire
At the close of each week to be wound
And it kept in its place not a frown upon its face
And its hands never hung by its side
But it stopped short never to go again when the old man died
It rang and alarmed in the dead of the night
An alarm that for years had been dumb
And we knew that his spirit was plumbing for flight
That his hour for departure had come
Still the clock kept the time with a soft and muffled chime
As we silently stood by his side
But it stopped short never to go again when the old man died

How often we reject the old songs when we are young, and come back to realized how truly impressive they are. I suspect that "penniweight" is an old term, so it shall remain as it is.

"...Thomas Wolfe says that we can't go home again..." ; i agree with TW ,
i can visit germany , but don't think i could call it my home again - mrs h feels the same way .
we think that we have stood still - as far as germany is concerned - , but germany has moved on - so we get confused !
we better stay where we are now ; even though when we visit another country , i think i could live there too - i better give up my teenage fantasies .
hbg

Well, hamburger. Things are not the same at my old home in Virginia, either. Whoever is in it now, leveled the two silver spruce trees that we planted, one for me and one for Bud, and the lilacs bushes are long gone.

I think the English boxwood are still there, however.

If I recall properly, Thomas Wolfe's mother said about her son after reading that book:

"Jesus had his Judas, and I have you."

Well, let's not look back, folks. How about one from the Fab Four:



The long and winding road
That leads to your door
Will never disappear
Ive seen that road before
It always leads me her
Lead me to you door

The wild and windy night
That the rain washed away
Has left a pool of tears
Crying for the day
Why leave me standing here
Let me know the way

Many times Ive been alone
And many times Ive cried
Any way youll never know
The many ways Ive tried

But still they lead me back
To the long winding road
You left me standing here
A long long time ago
Dont leave me waiting here
Lead me to your door

But still they lead me back
To the long winding road
You left me standing here
A long long time ago
Dont leave me waiting here
Lead me to your door
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

i think i'll close for tonight with one of sammy davis' songs - i think sammy did a particularly fine job with this song !
hbg

Artist: Sammy Davis Jr.
Song: I'Ve Gotta Be Me
Album:
[" " CD]

Whether I'm right or whether I'm wrong
Whether I find a place in this world or never belong
I gotta be me, I've gotta be me
What else can I be but what I am

I want to live, not merely survive
And I won't give up this dream
Of life that keeps me alive
I gotta be me, I gotta be me
The dream that I see makes me what I am

That far-away prize, a world of success
Is waiting for me if I heed the call
I won't settle down, won't settle for less
As long as there's a chance that I can have it all

I'll go it alone, that's how it must be
I can't be right for somebody else
If I'm not right for me
I gotta be free, I've gotta be free
Daring to try, to do it or die
I've gotta be me

I'll go it alone, that's how it must be
I can't be right for somebody else
If I'm not right for me
I gotta be free, I just gotta be free
Daring to try, to do it or die
I gotta be me

Great song, hamburger. I love the ones that tell about our changing planet, Canada. That's the only true history, because it's hand me down stuff from the old grey mare's mouth. <smile>

My niece is getting married soon, and I taught her this song.

Carrots grow from carrot seeds,
I planted one I'll grow it.

I'll water it, I'll pull the weeds,
Carrots grow from carrot seeds.

but his father said:
Father's know a lot of things,
Little boys like you can't know.
So don't be disappointed,
If your carrot doesn't grow.

(I've forgotten what the mother said. )

And his big brother said:
Na, na won't come up,
It won't come up, it won't come up,
The carrot won't come up.

But the little boy kept taking care of his little garden, and on morning, he went out and there was the BIGGEST carrot that anyone had ever seen.

The little boy said:
The carrot; it came up.

WOW! Did that from memory, but I think we made our point

Mary Hopkins
Those Were the Days

Once upon a time, there was a tavern
Where we used to raise a glass or two
Remember how we laughed away the hours,
Think of all the great things we would do

Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we'd choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way

Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di di di di di

Then, the busy years went rushing by us
We lost our starry notions on the way
If, by chance, I'd see you in the tavern,
We'd smile at one another and we'd say

Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we'd choose
We'd fight and never lose
Those were the days, oh yes, those were the days

Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di di di di di

Just tonight, I stood before the tavern
Nothing seemed the way it used to be
In the glass, I saw a strange reflection
Was that lonely woman really me?

Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we'd choose
We'd fight and never lose
Those were the days, oh yes, those were the days

Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di di di di di
Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di di di di di

Through the door, there came familiar laughter
I saw your face and heard you call my name
Oh, my friend, we're older but no wiser
For in our hearts, the dreams are still the same

Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we'd choose
We'd fight and never lose
Those were the days, oh yes, those were the days

Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di di di di di
Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di di di di di

La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la

Love that song, Texas. Thanks, buddy.

Well, I thought this day would never end, but it has, so I must say goodnight.

From Letty with love.

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

What a lovely day it promises to be, but often mother nature makes promises that she cannot keep.

Here's an esoteric song to begin the day:

Bon Jovi
Song: Wildflowers
Album: Have a Nice Day


She wakes up when I sleep
To talk to ghosts like in the movies
If you don't follow what I mean
I sure don't mean to be confusing
They say when she laughs she wants to cry
She'll draw a crowd then try to hide
Don't know if it's her or just my mind I'm losing

Nobody knows a wildflower still grows
By the side of the road
And she don't need to need like the roses
Wildflower

That girl's sure put a spell on me
Yeah, her voodoos hidden right behind her pocket
If she's fire, I'm gasoline
Yeah, we fight a lot but neither wants to stop it
Well, she'll tell you she's an only child until you meet her brothers
Swear she's never met the man she couldn't make into a lover

[Chorus]
Nobody knows a wildflower still grows
By the side of the road
And she don't need to need like the roses
She's at home with the weeds
And just as free as the night breeze
She's got the cool of a shade tree
She's growin' on me and I can't live with out her

Yesterday's a memory
Tomorrow's accessory
That's her favorite quote about regret
Well, she'll tell you about her pedigree
With a sailor's mouth he'd have left at sea and it ain't over yet

[Chorus]

Nobody knows [x3]
That's right

She wakes up when I sleep
To talk to ghosts like in the movies.

Tales from the cryptic?

Flabbergabble kookamunga ba goo-goo
Fiddlefaddle swishamunga bumble gum too
If you don't do what I want you to
I'm gonna skibblejibble gabbaflabba
wungamunga you.
I have a big appetite
I'm gonna eat a whole apple pie tonight
then I'll have a piece of ice cream cake,
popsicle, wopsickle,
T-bone steak.
Now it's time to sicklewickle my cats
I'm gonna feed them some smoked
herrings and hats
Then I'll put my light bulbs in the freezer
and eat some freckled peezerweezer.
Now our little tiny song is done-
we hope you had a lot of fun-
So eat some eyelashes and some hair
and that'll show us how much you care.
Flabbergabble kookamunga ba goo-goo
Fiddlefaddle swishamunga bumble gum too
If you don't do what I want you to
I'm gonna skibblejibble gabbaflabba
wungamung you.

Good morning, dys. Love it. Gonna be one of those days, folks.


Gobbledygook
Adam W., Seneca Falls, NY


I have squashed a bug

that is my brother

on the pavement that is justice.

That brief poem is not altogether arcane.

Good morning to one and all. So I said…


Look What They've Done To My Song, Ma
Melanie Lyrics


Look what they've done to my song, ma
Look what they've done to my song
Well it's the only thing that I could do half right
And it's turning out all wrong, ma
Look what they've done to my song.

Look what they've done to my brain, ma
Look what they've done to my brain
Well they picked it like a chicken bone
And I think I'm half insane, ma
Look what they've done to my song.

I wish I could find a good book to live in
Wish I could find a good book
Will if I cold find a real good book
I'd never have to come out and look
Look what they've done to my song.

It'll be all right ma, maybe it'll be okay
Well if the people are buying tears I'll be rich someday, ma
Look what they've done to my song.

Ils ont change ma chanson ma
Ils ont change ma chanson
C'est la seule chose que je peuz faire
Et ce n'est pas bon ma
Ils ont change ma chanson.

Look what they've done to my song, ma
Look what they've done to my song
Well they tied it up in a plastic bag and they turned it upside down
Look what they've done to my song, ma.

Look what they've done to my song, ma
Look what they've done to my song
It's the only thing I could do all right and they turned it upside down
Look what they've done to my song, ma.

Tree

Music: Andreas Mexas
Lyrics: Georgios Papagiannopoulos
Singer: Notis Sfakianakis

Leave all the supposed ones talking.
I am not going to take them seriously again.
I've walked in roads which were scattered with fire,
And I've passed difficult uphills and narrow alleyways.

CHORUS
A tree which is stoned by everyone,
Is the tree which gives plenty of fruit.
The ones who shot the eagle are a lot,
But only a few the ones who kill him.

I understand all the supposed ones.
They are the ones who never flied really high.
They are destroying their own dreams,
And they don't know what is flowing in their veins.

CHORUS

Valerie Harper
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


Valerie Harper (born August 22, 1940 in Suffern, New York) is an American actress, best known for the 1970s television role of Rhoda Morgenstern-Gerard, which she played on The Mary Tyler Moore Show, and its spinoff, Rhoda.

Harper was born in Suffern, Rockland County, New York, to a mixed Catholic/Protestant family, and raised in Oregon, and started out as a dancer/chorus girl on Broadway in the late 1950s and early 1960s in such shows such as Take Me Along and Subways Are for Sleeping, as well as Wildcat, in which she performed with Lucille Ball.

She also appeared in bit parts in several films beginning with Li'l Abner (1959), when she was a teenager. During the late 1960s, however, Harper worked somewhat less, though she appeared in Carl Reiner's play Something Different in 1968. She also wrote an episode of Love, American Style with her then-husband, actor/writer, Richard Schaal, whose daughter, actress Wendy Schaal (who voices "Francine Smith" on American Dad), was her stepdaughter.

Things changed when Harper got the role of the wise-cracking yet vulnerable uber-Jewish New Yorker, Rhoda Morgenstern, on two landmark CBS TV sitcoms of the 1970s: The Mary Tyler Moore Show (regular from 1970-74) and its spin-off Rhoda (1974-78), in which she played the title role. She won four Emmy awards and a Golden Globe for her work as Rhoda Morgenstern on both series.

She also won a Golden Globe for "New Star of the Year" for her role in 1974's Freebie and The Bean.

Harper was one of the first people to guest star on The Muppet Show in its first season.

She also played family matriarch Valerie Hogan on the 1986 sitcom Valerie. It was renamed Valerie's Family in 1987 after Harper abruptly left the series (following a dispute with the producers) and was replaced by Sandy Duncan.

Harper has worked almost exclusively in theatre and television, and has also had roles in made-for-TV-movies and guest spots on a number of series, including Sex and the City. In the 1990s, she advocated hormone replacement therapy for the Eli Lilly company.

Harper is a member of the Screen Actors Guild, and ran for President in the 2001 election, losing to Melissa Gilbert.

A 2000 project, Mary and Rhoda, was planned as a reunion series for Harper and her friend and longtime co-star, Mary Tyler Moore, but the project instead appeared as a made-for-TV movie on the ABC network.

Cindy Williams
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Cindy Williams (born August 22, 1947) is an American actress, perhaps best known for her portrayal, from 1976 until 1982, of loyal and fun-loving brewery worker Shirley Feeney in the sitcom Laverne & Shirley. She also starred in the 1973 film American Graffiti and in the short-lived 1993-1994 sitcom Getting By. She also guest starred along with fellow sitcom vet John Ratzenberger (Cheers) in two episodes of the late John Ritter's sitcom 8 Simple Rules.

Williams was born in the Van Nuys district of Los Angeles, California. She graduated from Birmingham High School in Van Nuys and went to Los Angeles City College.

Random Thoughts

Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.
Insanity is my only means of relaxation.

Forget the health food. I need all the preservatives I can get.

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst, for they are sticking to their diets.

Life is an endless struggle full of frustrations and challenges, but eventually you find a hairstylist you like.

You're getting old when you get the same sensation from a rocking chair that you once got from a roller coaster.

Perhaps you know why women over fifty don't have babies; they would put them down somewhere and forget where they left them.

One of life's mysteries is how a two pound box of candy can make you gain five pounds.

God put me on earth to accomplish a certain number of things. Right now I am so far behind, I will live forever.

It's frustrating when you know all the answers, but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.

If you can remain calm, you just don't have all the facts. Stress reducer; Put a bag on your head. Mark it "closed for remodeling". *Caution - leave air holes.

I finally got my head together, and my body fell apart.

There cannot be a crisis this week; my schedule is already full.

The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing in the right place, but also to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.