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A birthday song for a special man ...


And he goes to work
at nine,And he comes back home at five-thirty,
Gets the same train every time.
'Cause his world is built 'round punctuality,
It never fails.
And he's oh, so good,
And he's oh, so fine,
And he's oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
He's a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.
And his mother goes to meetings,
While his father pulls the maid,
And she stirs the tea with councilors,
While discussing foreign trade,
And she passes looks, as well as bills
At every suave young man
'Cause he's oh, so good,
And he's oh, so fine,
And he's oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
He's a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.
And he likes his own backyard,
And he likes his fags the best,
'Cause he's better than the rest,
And his own sweat smells the best,
And he hopes to grab his father's loot,
When Pater passes on.
'Cause he's oh, so good,And he's oh, so fine,
And he's oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
He's a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.
And he plays at stocks and shares,
And he goes to the Regatta,
And he adores the girl next door,
'Cause he's dying to get at her,
But his mother knows the best about
The matrimonial stakes.
'Cause he's oh, so good,
And he'soh, so fine,
And he's oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
He's a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.

:wink:

Wonderful, Walter and Raggedy.

And we invited a fellow Texan as well, edgar:

Love it,Raggedy. Ah, our edgar has become a diffident. Hey, Texas, come on back. We'll have our bouncer remove George from the party. He can't hold his liquor, ya know.

Boy, Howdy. Go out for an excursion with the wife and return to as fine a party as I have been to. Thank you all, even if GW was there.

Glad you enjoyed, edgar. I invited my daughter, but it seems she is having too good a time in Orlando. Besides that, folks, she doesn't want to negotiate that I-4 corridor either.

And a song for the reluctant party people:

Artist: Three Dog Night Lyrics
Song: Mama Told Me (Not to Come) Lyrics

Want some whiskey in your water
Sugar in your tea
What's all these crazy questions they askin' me
This is the craziest party there could ever be
Don't turn on the lights, 'cause I don't want to see

Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
That ain't the way to have fun, no

Open up the window
Let some air into this room
I think I'm almost chokin'
From the smell of stale perfume

And that cigarette you're smoking
'Bout scared me half to death
Open up the window, sucker
Let me catch my breath

[Refrain]
Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
She said, that ain't the way to have fun, son
That ain't the way to have fun, son

The radio is blastin'
Someone's knocking at the door
I'm lookin' at my girlfriend
She's passed out on the floor

I seen so many things
I ain't never seen before
Don't know what it is
I don't wanna see no more

[Refrain]

Mama told me, mama told me, mama told me
Told me, told me
That ain't no way to have fun, whoah, yeah yeah
Mama told me not to come
Mama, mama, mama told me
That ain't no way to have fun

That ain't the way to have fun, no
That ain't the way to have fun, son
That ain't the way to have fun, no
That ain't the way to have fun, son

What's a party without Elvis?

My wish came true

(words & music by hunter)

My wish came true
When I met you
Ive searched and searched
My whole life through

Theres just one thing
Dear before we start
Dont say you care
Then break my heart

When you speak of love
Please be sincere
For if you play with love
It can bring tears my dear

My wish came true
To my surprise
When you stood there before my eyes

And when my heart
Started beating fast
Twas then I knew
I found true love at last

I guess this is one of my favorite Elvis songs, edgar:

Wise Men say
only fools rush in
but I cant help
falling in love with you

take my hand
take my whole life too
for I cant help
falling in love with you

take my hand
take my whole life too
for I cant help
falling in love with you

for I cant help falling in love with...... you.

Hmmm. Seem as though there was more to that.

I'll Save the Last Dance For You
Damita Jo
Peaked at # 22 in 1960
Written by Doc Pomus and Mort Shuman, who, of course,
also wrote the song to which this is an "answer":
"Save the Last Dance For Me" (Drifters)


If I dance ev'ry dance with the guys who give me the eye
And let 'em hold me tight
Please don't mind, if I smile at the man who holds my hand
'neath the pale moonlight
I won't forget who's takin' me home and you should remember, too
That I'm savin' the last dance for you

Mm I know (oh I know) that the music's (yes I know) fine
Like sparklin' (oh I know) wine but my mind's (yes I know) on you (oh I know)
I can tell (yes I know) by the way (oh I know) you look (yes I know) at me
That you're thinking, too (oh I know) (yes I know)
I won't forget that you're taking me home when the night is through
So I'm savin' the last dance for you

Baby, don'tcha know I love you so?
Can'tcha feel it when we touch?
I will never, ever let you go
I love you oh so much

It's my dance (you can dance) and I'll carry (you can dance)on
Until the night (you can dance) is gone and it's just for fun (you can dance) (you
can dance)
And you know (you can dance) when it's time (you can dance) to go
You'll be (you can dance) the one to take (you can dance) me home (you can
dance)
Don't want to give my goodnight kiss to anyone but you
So I'm savin' the last dance for you

<strings>

Don't want to give my goodnight kiss to anyone but you
So I'm savin' the last dance for you

Hmm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Savin' the last dance for you

Wow! edgar. I'm trying to recall that one, Texas, but here's a jazz ballad that is so lovely, and by old blue eyes, of course:

Fools rush in
Where angels fear to tread
And so I come to you my love
My heart above my head

Though I see
The danger there
If there's a chance for me
Then I don't care

Fools rush in
Where wise men never go
But wise men never fall in love
So how are they to know

When we met
I felt my life begin
So open up your heart and let
This fool rush in

Nice memory, that one.

Another Sinatra fav of mine (with Tommy Dorsey, of course)

Polka Dots and Moonbeams



A country dance was being held in a garden
I felt a bump and heard an "Oh, beg your pardon"
Suddenly I saw - polka dots and moonbeams
All around a pug-nosed dream

The music started, and was I the perplexed one
I held my breathe, and said "May I have the next one?"
In my frightened arms - polka dots and moonbeams
Sparkled on a pug-nosed dream

There were questions in the eyes of other dancers
As we floated over the floor
There were questions but my heart knew all the answers
And perhaps a few things more

Now in a cottage, built of lilacs and laughter
I know the meaning, of the words: "ever after"
And I'll always see polka dots and moonbeams
When I kiss my pug-nosed dream

Love that one, edgar. I think Oscar Peterson may have done it as well.

Wasn't it Leonardo de Vinci who invented multi-tasking?

Well, folks, I believe him and his code.

If Leonardo had been born in this century, I believe he would have been right at home.

Absolutely, edgar. I need to find one of them high class songs, I guess.

Love this one, really:

Michael Bolton CELESTE AIDA lyrics


(Aida)(Heavenly Aida)
Celeste Aida, forma divina,
Mistico serto di luce e fior,
Del mio pensiero tu sei regina,
Tu di mia vita sei lo splendor.
Il tuo bel cielo vorrei ridarti,
Le dolci breeze del patrio suol;
Un regal serto sul crin posarti,
Ergerti un trono vicino al sol, ah!

SYNOPSES

The Ethiopians have been defeated in battle. Aida, their princess, has been enslaved by the victorious Egyptians, though her identity is not known to them. The Egyptian General Radames falls in love with the beautiful Aida and dreams of setting her upon a throne.

ENGLISH TRANSLATION

Heavenly Aida, goddess of beauty,
garland of flowers and of bright light.
You are the ruler of all of my thoughts,
you are the splendor of my whole life.
I'll bring you back, yes, to your lovely skies
to the soft breezes of your native land.
I'll place a royal wreath upon your crown,
and build you a throne close to the sun!

Hey, who is Michael Bolton? I thought Caruso did that, via Rossini, right?

My word, edgar. It was Verdi. I'm blaming it on Leonardo.

I learned to play "The Priest's March" at a very young age. What has happened?

Ahhhhh. Just ate some Texas chili, folks, so let this be my goodnight song:

My One and Only love/Music from Beyond the Moon



The shadows fall
And spread their mystic charms
In the hush of night
While you're in my arms
I feel your lips so warm and tender
My one and only love

The touch of your hand is like heaven
A heaven that I've never known
The blush on your cheek
Whenever I speak
Tells me that you are my own

You fill my eager heart with
Such desire
Every kiss you give
Sets my soul on fire
I give myself in sweet surrender
My one and only love.

From Letty with love.

Michael Bolton is a Johnny-come-lately, singing everyone's songs. He's probbably made lots of money, but I don't care for his recordings.

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

Well, edgar's birthday has passed and he is once again, just an ordinary citizen. <smile>

Might as well play this song from the musical Oklahoma, because finding the memorial to the bombing was rather depressing.

Oh what a beautiful morning,
Oh what a beautiful day,
I've got a wonderful feeling,
Everything's going my way.


There's a bright golden haze on the meadow,
There's a bright golden haze on the meadow,
The corn is as high as an elephant's eye,
An' it looks like its climbin' clear up to the sky.
Repeat chorus

All the cattle are standing like statues,
All the cattel are standing like statues,
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by.
But a little brown mav'rick is winking her eye.

Repeat chorus

All the sounds of the earth are like music,
All the sounds of the earth are like music,
The breeze is so busy it don't miss a tree,
And an ol' Weepin' Willer is laughin' at me.

Repeat chorus

I did a bit of research on Michael Bolton and I still find that I know little about him, and if edgar is correct, I may not want to know more. Still like the Verdi aria, however.

If anyone watched The Dead Zone last evening, it was really quite good.

Agnes de Mille
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Agnes George de Mille (September 18, 1905 - October 7, 1993) was an American dancer and choreographer. She was born in Harlem into a well-connected family of theater professionals (her uncle was Hollywood director Cecil B. DeMille; Agnes de Mille was also the granddaughter of economist Henry George).

Agnes originally wanted to be an actress and always had a love for acting, but she was told that she was 'not pretty enough'. It was then that she turned to dance. Agnes longed to dance from a young age, but her parents did not allow her to. Dancing at this time was not considered a viable career option but more of an activity. Agnes's younger sister was prescribed to take ballet classes to cure her flat feet. Agnes joined her and finally explored her world of dance. She lacked flexibility and technique, however. Classical ballet was the most widely known dance form at this time. Therefore, Agnes was limited in opportunities. Still, through her strong character work and compelling performances, she taught herself from watching movie stars on the set with her father in Hollywood; these were more interesting for her to watch than perfectly turned out legs. One of Agnes' earliest jobs, thanks to her father's connections, was choreographing the movie Cleopatra in 1934, though the dances were later cut from the movie. She appeared in The Ragamuffin in 1916, which was her first job.

She graduated from UCLA where she was a member of Kappa Alpha Theta sorority and moved to London in 1932 to study at Marie Rambert's Ballet Club.

In 1939 she was invited to join the American Ballet Theatre. There she created Black Ritual, the first ballet to use an all-black cast.

After that, she worked as choreographer on many major musicals and a number of films, including:

Rodeo (1942)
Oklahoma! (1943)
Carousel (1945)
Brigadoon (1947)
Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (1949)
Paint Your Wagon (1951)
Juno (1959)

Her love for acting played a very important role in her choreography. She created the original choreography for such musicals as Oklahoma! and Carousel. Agnes de Mille revolutionized musical theatre by creating choreography which not only conveyed the emotional dimensions of the characters but also enhanced the plot. Agnes was always a hopeless romantic, looking for love yet getting lost in emotional affairs. De Mille's choreography, as a reflection of her awareness of acting, reflected the angst and turmoil of the characters instead of simply focusing on a dancer's physical technique.

In 1953, she founded the Agnes de Mille Theater.

She suffered a stroke in 1975, but recovered after a long battle. She received the Handel Medallion for achievement in the arts in 1976.

Agnes de Mille was a lifelong friend of modern dance legend Martha Graham. The publisher of many books about dance, de Mille, in 1992, published Martha: The Life and Work of Martha Graham, a 509-page biography of Graham. Agnes de Mille had been working on the Graham manuscript for over 30 years.

Well, it looks as though Bob's vehicle has stalled again. What an odd coincidence. We just did Oklahoma and up comes Agnes.

Song for vehicles. I know the melody, folks, but am a mite wary of the meaning:


Vehicle Lyrics (by BO BICE)



Well I'm the friendly stranger in the black sedan
Oh let me hop inside your car
I got pictures, got candy, I am a lovable man
I'd like to take you to a movie star

I'm your vehicle baby
I'll take you anywhere you wanna go
I'm your vehicle woman
By now I'm sure you know
Cuz I love ya (love ya)
Need ya (need ya)
Got to, have to have you child
Great God in heaven you know I love you

Well if you want to be a movie star
They gonna take you out to Hollywood
Well if you want to stay just like you are
You know I think you really should

I'm your vehicle baby
I'll take you anywhere you wanna go
I'm your vehicle woman
By now I'm sure you know
That I want ya (want ya)
I need ya (need ya)
I got to, have to have you child
Great God in heaven, you know I love you
Oh you know I do

Well I'm the friendly stranger in the black sedan
Oh let me hop inside my car
I got pictures, candy, I am a lovable man
I'd like to take you to a movie star

I'm your vehicle baby
I'll take you anywhere you wanna go
I'm your vehicle woman
By now I'm sure you know
That I love ya (love ya)
I need ya (need ya)
I got to, I have to have ya
Great God in heaven, you know I love you
And I'm your vehicle babe

You know I love ya (love ya)
I need ya (need ya)
I want to, got to have you child
Great God in heaven, you know I love you