Hy dys - 67°F here, having fresh plum cake with coffee :wink:
The original version of Voltare is by Domenico Modugno and goes like this:
Penso che un sogno cosi` non ritorni mai piu`,
mi dipingevo le mani e la faccia di blu.
Poi d'improvviso venivo dal vento rapito,
e incominciavo a volare nel cielo infinito.
Volare, oh oh,
cantare, oh oh oh oh.
Nel blu dipinto di blu,
felice di stare lassu`.
E volavo volavo felice
piu` in alto del sole ed ancora piu` su
mentre il mondo pian piano spariva
lontano laggiu`.
Una musica dolce suonava soltanto per me.
Volare, oh oh
cantare, oh oh oh oh.
Nel blu dipinto di blu
felice di stare lassu`.
Ma tutti i sogni nell'alba svaniscon perche`
quando tramonta la luna li porta con se`.
Ma io continuo a sognare negli occhi tuoi belli
che sono blu come un cielo trapunto di stelle...
Volare, oh oh
cantare, oh oh oh oh.
Nel blu degli occhi tuoi blu
felice di stare quaggiu`.
E continuo a volare felice
piu` in alto del sole ed ancora piu` su
mentre il mondo pian piano scompare
negli occhi tuoi blu
La tua voce e` una musica dolce che suona per me...
Volare, oh oh
cantare, oh oh oh oh.
Nel blu degli occhi tuoi blu
felice di stare quaggiu`.
Nel blu degli occhi tuoi blu
felice di stare quaggiu`.
Hope you are wearing more than that hat, dys. <smile>
How about a tea poem?
A Small Garden
Over the balcony the cool moon shone bright
The fence gate was still ajar in this young night
Strolling lantern through the woods ushered my guest
Rising smokes from the bamboo bush responded to my tea request
Scattered dog barks accompanied falling meteors from the Autumn sky
Whiffs of wind carried melancholic tune from distant flute
We sat and talked long and deep till dawn crept upon us
The green moss was full with cold dew crimsoned by aurora of twilight
A poem by Zhen Ban Chiao-- painter/poet in Ching Dynasty. Translated by Martin Tai
Oops, missed our Walter's song in Italian. <smile> Thanks, Germany and welcome back.
Vaughan was born and raised in the Oak Cliff neighborhood of Dallas, but dropped out of Kimball High School and moved to Austin to pursue music. Vaughan's talent caught the attentions of Johnny Winter, and blues-club owner Clifford Antone.
Vaughan's first recording band was Paul Ray and the Cobras. They played at clubs and bars in Austin during the mid-1970s, and released one 45 RPM single:
* Other Days b/w Texas Clover (1975), Viper 30372.
Vaughan later recorded two other 45 RPM singles under the band name The Cobras, but he was the only original band member involved:
* My Song b/w Rough Edges, The Cobras w/W.C. Clark (1979), Hole Records HR-1520
* Blow Joe Blow (crazy 'bout a saxophone) b/w Sugaree The Cobras (1980), Armadillo Records ARS-79-1.
Following The Cobras breakup, he formed Triple Threat in late 1975. That band included bassist Jackie Newhouse, drummer Chris Layton, and vocalist Lou Ann Barton. Barton left the band in 1978 to pursue a solo career. The remaining members started performing under the name Double Trouble. The band name was inspired by an Otis Rush song of the same name, which was initially part of their live repertoire. Vaughan became the band's lead singer.
Tommy Shannon (bass player on Johnny Winter's early albums) replaced Newhouse in 1981. A popular Austin, Texas draw, Vaughan soon attracted attention from David Bowie and Jackson Browne, and played on albums with both. Bowie first caught Vaughan at the Montreux Jazz Festival where initially a few members of the audience, who disliked Double Trouble's hard blues sound, booed Vaughan during his first visit in 1982. At their next appearance in 1985, most of the crowd cheered the performance, as the "Live at Montreux" DVD reveals. David Bowie featured Vaughan on his Let's Dance album in the songs "Let's Dance", "Modern Love" and "China Girl".
Stevie Ray Vaughan and Double Trouble's debut album was released in 1983. The critically acclaimed Texas Flood (produced by John Hammond) featured a top-20 hit "Pride and Joy" and sold an astonishing 500,000 copies (earning the band a Gold Record). The follow-up albums Couldn't Stand the Weather (1984) and Soul to Soul (1985) also 'went gold', but they did not receive as much critical acclaim as the debut album.
James Herriot
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
.James Herriot is the pen name of James Alfred Wight, also known as Alf Wight (3 October 1916 - 23 February 1995), a British veterinary surgeon and writer. Wight is best known for his enormously popular semi-autobiographical stories, often referred to collectively as All Creatures Great and Small, a title used in some editions and in film and television adaptations.
Biography
Alf Wight was born 3 October 1916 in Sunderland, England, to James and Hannah Wight. Shortly after their wedding, the Wights moved to Glasgow in Scotland, where James took work as a pianist at the local movie theater, and Hannah was a singer. For Alf's birth, his mother returned to Sunderland, bringing him back to Glasgow when he was three weeks old. He attended Yoker Primary School and Hillhead High School.
In 1939, at the age of twenty-three, he qualified as a veterinary surgeon from Glasgow Veterinary College. In January 1940 he took a brief job at a vet practice in Sunderland, but moved in July to work in a rural practice based in the town of Thirsk, close to the North York Moors in England, where he was to remain for the rest of his life. On 5 November 1941, he married Joan Catherine Anderson Danbury. The couple had two children, James Alexander (Jim) who also became a vet and was a partner in the practice, and Rosemary (Rosie) who became a medical doctor. Jim still practices in Thirsk, whilst his sister Rosie is retired, having worked for many years as a general practitioner in Thirsk.
Wight lived above the surgery at Skeldale House in Kirkgate, Thirsk, in the early years of his marriage. Later, he moved with his wife to a house on Topcliffe Road, Thirsk, opposite the secondary school. The original practice is now a museum, "The World of James Herriot", but the Topcliffe Road house is now in private ownership and not open to members of the public. He later moved with his family to the village of Thirlby, about 4 miles from Thirsk, where he lived until his death.
He intended for years to write a book, but with most of his time consumed by veterinary practice and family, his writing ambition went nowhere. Challenged by his wife, in 1966 (at the age of 50), he sat down and began writing. After several rejected stories on other subjects like football, he turned to what he knew best, and decided to write about his life. If Only They Could Talk was published in the UK in 1969, but sales were slow, until Tom McCormack, of St. Martin's Press in New York, received a copy and arranged to have the first two books published as a single volume in the United States. The resulting book, titled All Creatures Great and Small, was an overnight success, spawning six sequels (published as four outside the UK), movies, and a successful television adaptation.
Wight was diagnosed with prostate cancer in 1992, and underwent treatment in the Lambert Memorial Hospital in Thirsk. He died 23 February 1995, aged 78, at home in Thirlby[1].
Fiction
In 1969 Wight wrote If Only They Could Talk, the first of the now-famous series based on his life working as a vet and his training in the Royal Air Force during the Second World War. In his books, he calls the town where he lives, which he based largely on the towns of Thirsk and Leyburn, Darrowby.
The books, which told of the many comic and illustrative incidents which happened to him or to people he knew, were enormously popular, and by the time of his death he was one of the foremost best-selling authors in both Britain and the United States. Despite his authorial success, he continued practising until a few years before his death with his colleague Donald Sinclair. Owing in part to the British law forbidding veterinary surgeons from advertising, he took a pen name, choosing "James Herriot" after seeing the Scottish goalkeeper Jim Herriot play exceptionally well for Birmingham City in a televised game against Manchester United. He also renamed Donald and his brother Brian as Siegfried and Tristan Farnon, respectively.
As literature, Wight's books don't fit the modern definition of a novel, in that each book doesn't constitute a single narrative. Rather, they are best seen as collections of short stories, following the chronology of Herriot's life. In this way, they are much like the compendium books of Sherlock Holmes stories, where each story stands as a narrative in its own right, but taken together, the collection of stories also becomes greater than the sum of its parts. In addition, it must be said that Wight's choice of this style lends itself well to the various collections and adaptations (e.g television), as selected stories can easily be enjoyed apart from the overall framework.
Since the stories are told from the first-person perspective of James Herriot, his character is central to all of the episodes (although this was occasionally changed in the television adaptations, with some stories ending up with Siegfried or Tristan as the primary player). The first story details his arrival in Darrowby in 1939, applying for employment with Siegfried Farnon. The tales continue with his developing experience as a vet, his blossoming romance with local farmgirl Helen Aldersen (which provide for some of the most humorous tales), their marriage, his conscription into the RAF during the Second World War, and the birth and growth of their children (accurately named Jimmy and Rosie).
Wight's storytelling style is very clear and simple, and he shows himself to be an astute observer of details, particularly the personality quirks of people. True to his profession, he takes a very matter-of-fact, clinical approach to medicine, but is careful to explain procedures in a way that is accessible to the layperson. The stories vary in tone, from heartwarming, to humorous, to tender and sad (but optimistic), to inspiring and romantic, but all exude Wight's gentle humility and love of life.
From a historical standpoint, the stories help document a transitional time in the veterinary industry: agriculture was moving from the traditional beast of burden (in England, primarily draught horse)-based to tractor-based, and medicine was just on the cusp of discovering the antibiotics and other treatments that eliminated many of the ancient remedies still in use. These and other sociological factors prompted a largescale shift in veterinary practice over the course of the 20th century: at the turn of the century, virtually all of a vet's time was spent working with farm animals; today, the majority of vets practice mostly or exclusively on small animals (dogs, cats, and other pets). In the stories, Wight (as Herriot) occasionally steps out of the narrative at hand, to comment with the benefit of hindsight on the primitive state of vet medicine at the time. Among the episodes included in the books are memories of his first hysterectomy on a cat, and his first (almost disastrous) abdominal surgery on a cow.
The Herriot books are often described as "animal stories" (Wight himself was known to refer to them as his "little cat-and-dog stories"[2]), and given that they are about the life of a country veterinarian, animals certainly play a significant role in most of the stories. However, there are a few of the stories in which animals play little or no part (particularly those about his courtship of Helen), and the careful reader will soon realize that the real focus of the stories is Yorkshire country life as a whole, with the people and animals being two of the primary elements that give it its distinct character.
His books were adapted into two films and a long-running BBC television programme, all called All Creatures Great and Small, the title of the first volume of Herriot stories published in the U.S.
Paddy staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking buddy, Seamus.
He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Kathleen.
He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs
bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step. As he caught himself by grabbing
the banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on his rump. A
whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing especially
painful. Managing not to yell, Paddy sprung up, pulled down his pants,
and looked in the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and
bleeding. He managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids and began
putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood. He then
hid the Band-Aid box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed.
In the morning, Paddy woke up with searing pain in both his head and butt
and Kathleen staring at him from across the room.
She said, "You were drunk again last night, weren't you Paddy?"
Paddy said, "Why you say such a mean thing?"
"Well," Kathleen said, "it could be the open front door, it could be the
broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood
trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but
mostly...
it's all those Band-Aids stuck on the hall mirror."
Well, folks, we know our Bob is finished when he tells us an Irish joke. Love it, hawkman.
Know most of your celebs, honey, but will wait for our Raggedy to appear before acknowledging. Thanks once again, Boston.
In the interim, let's do one for dys' Vaughan and Olan's chan. <smile>
China Girl - David Bowie
I could escape this feeling with my China Girl
I feel a wreck without my little China Girl
I hear her heart beating loud as thunder
Saw they stars crashing
I'm a mess without my little China Girl
Wake up mornings where's my little China Girl
I hear her heart's beating loud as thunder
Saw they stars crashing down
I feel a-tragic like I'm Marlon Brando
When I look at my China Girl
I could pretend that nothing really meant too much
When I look at my China Girl
I stumble into town just like a sacred cow
Visions of swastikas in my head
Plans for everyone
It's in the whites of my eyes
My little China Girl
You shouldn't mess with me
I'll ruin everything you are
I'll give you television
I'll give you eyes of blue
I'll give you men who want to rule the world
And when I get excited
My little China Girl says
Oh baby just you shut your mouth
She says ... sh-sh-shhh
Ah, folks. There's Raggedy with Chubby, and here's Letty with Fats.
Fats Domino
» I'm Walking
I'm walkin'
yes indeed
I'm talkin'
'bout you and me
I'm hopin
that you come back to me
I'm lonley
As I can be
I'm waiting for your company
I'm hopin that you came back to me
What you gotta do when the well run dry
You gonna run away and hide
I'm gonna run right by your side
For you pretty baby I'd even cry
I'm walkin'
yes indeed
I'm talkin'
'bout you and me
I'm hopin
that you came back to me
I'm walkin'
yes indeed
I'm talkin'
'bout you and me
I'm hopin
that you came back to me
I'm lonly
As I can be
I'm waiting for your company
I'm hopin'
that you come back to me
What you gotta do when the well run dry
You gonna sit right down and cry
What you gonna do when I say bye bye
All you're gonna do is dry your eye
I'm walkin'
yes indeed
I'm talkin'
'bout you and me
I'm hopin
that you came back to me
Good afternoon radio fans. So, which way to
Paradise City
Guns N' Roses Lyrics
CHORUS x2
Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Take me home (Oh, won't you please take me home)
Just an urchin livin' under the street
I'm a hard case that's tough to beat
I'm your charity case
So by me somethin' to eat
I'll pay you at another time
Take it to the end of the line
Rags to riches
Or so they say
You gotta
Keep pushin' for the fortune and fame
You know it's, it's all a gamble
When it's just a game
You treat it like a capitol crime
Everybody' doin' their time
CHORUS x2
Strapped in the chair of the city's gas chamber
Why I'm here, I can't quite remember
The surgoen general say's it's hazardous to breathe
I'd have another cigarette
But I can't see
Tell me that you're gonna believe
CHORUS x2
So far away x4
Capitain America's been torn apart
Now he's a court jester
With a broken heart
He said turn me around
And take me back to the start
I must be losing my mind
"Are you blind?!"
I've seen it all a mllion times
CHORUS x4
I want to go
I want to know
Oh, won't you please take me home
I want to see
Oh, look at me
Oh, won't you please take me home
Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Take me home (Oh, won't you please take me home)
Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Oh, won't you please take me home
Take me down
Oh yeah
Beat me down
Oh, won't you please take me home
I want to see
Oh, look at me
Oh, won't you please take me home
I want to see
Boy, I'm gonna be mean
Oh, oh take me home
Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Oh, won't you please take me home
I want to go
I want to know
Oh, won't you please take me hooooooome
Baby
Of course we'll take you home, Try, guns, roses, and all, but I myself am a stranger in paradise, so........
Oh why do the leaves
Of the Mulberry tree
Whisper differently now
And why is the nightingale singing
At noon on the Mulberry bow
For some most mysterious reason
This isn't the garden I know
No it's paradise now
That was only a garden
A moment ago
Take my hand
I'm a stranger in paradise
All lost in a wonderland
A stranger in paradise
If I stand starry-eyed
That's a danger in paradise
For mortals who stand beside
An angel like you
I saw your face
And I ascended
Out of the commonplace
Into the rare
Somewhere in space
I hang suspended
Until I know
There's a chance that you care
Won't you answer the fervent prayer
Of a stranger in paradise
Don't send me in dark despair
From all that I hunger for
But open your angel's arms
To the stranger in paradise
And tell him
That he need be
A stranger no more
Talking about strangers, how about this one?
MARK CHESNUTT " Strangers "
Even though I've only known her for a couple of beers
In just one more slow dance we'll be leavin' here
Holding each other like we'll never let go
Pretending it's love even though we both know.
We'll be strangers come mornin', again
And realize we're not even friends
'Cause daylight will take us from a world of pretend
And we'll be strangers come mornin', again.
Her soft brown eyes bring comfort to me
And in my arms she'll find the strength that she needs
I know it's not right but it don't feel that wrong
And we'll soon face what we've known all night long.
We'll be strangers come mornin', again
And realize we're not even friends
'Cause daylight will take us from a world of pretend
And we'll be strangers come mornin', again.
And we'll be strangers come mornin', again...
Ah, Dutchy, that is a sad but beautiful song, buddy. Thanks, Aussie for playing it. How great to see you back again in our little studio, but, honey,
Build your dreams to the stars above
But when you need someone to love
Don't go to strangers, darling, come to me
Play with fire till your fingers burn
And when there's no place for you to turn
Don't go to strangers, darling, come to me
For, when you hear a call to follow your heart
You'll follow your heart I know
I've been through it all, for I'm an old hand
And I'll understand if you go
So...
Make your mark for your friends to see
But when you need more than company
Don't go to strangers, darling, come to me
Etta James
Hey, London. Funny, Brit, and I thought them horses only ate oats.
You may not be aware, but your nearby friend, Lord Ellpus, is ill. Let's send a song out to him, ok?
Artist: Hall And Oates
Song: Out Of Touch
Shake it up is all that we know
Using the bodies up as we going
i'm waking up to fantasy
The shades all around
aren't the colors we used to see.
Broken ice still melts in the sun
And times that are broken
can often be one again.
We're soul alone
And soul really matters to me
Take a look around.
You're out of touch
I'm out of time
But I'm out of my head
when you're not around.
You're out of touch
I'm out of time
But I'm out of my head
when you're not around.
Reaching out for something to hold
Looking for a love
where the climate is cold.
Manic moves and drowsy dreams
Or living in the middle
between the two extremes.
Smoking guns hot to the touch
Would cool down if we didn't use them so much.
We're soul alone
And soul really matters to me
Too much.
You're out of touch
I'm out of time
But I'm out of my head
when you're not around.
You're out of touch
I'm out of time
But I'm out of my head
when you're not around.
Out of touch
Out of touch.
You're out of touch
I'm out of time
But I'm out of my head
when you're not around.
Superdeformed
Matthew Sweet
There's something I should tell you
Before I take your blindfold off
I've been twisted and turned
By what I have learned
I'm superdeformed
But my blood is warm
You know I'm superdeformed
My blood is still warm
But I'm superdeformed
You know I'm superdeformed
You can't say you weren't warned
I'm superdeformed, now dig it
Well, as soon as I was living
They dropped me in an open grave
And then as soon as I was dying
They said I was too young to save
Well I guess I'm superdeformed
My blood is still warm
But I'm superdeformed
You know I'm superdeformed
You can't say you weren't warned
I'm superdeformed, now dig it
So won't you love me tender?
Oh come on, kiss me sweetly
Oh won't you love me tender?
Oh come on, kiss me...
There's something I should tell you
Before I take your blindfold off
I've been twisted and turned
By what I have learned
I'm superdeformed
But my blood is warm
You know I'm superdeformed
My blood is still warm
But I'm superdeformed
You know I'm superdeformed
You can't say you weren't warned
I'm superdeformed, now dig it
Dig it
Dig it
Dig it
So won't you love me tender?
Oh come on, kiss me sweetly
So won't you love me tender?
Oh come on, kiss me sweetly
So won't you love me tender?
Oh come on, kiss me sweetly
So won't you love me tender?
Oh come on, kiss me sweetly
Ain't Goin' To Goa
Alabama 3
I believe I'm gonna
Shut down my chakras, shift Shiva offa my shelf
Take down my tie dyes, my Tibetan bells
Cool down my carma with a can of O.P.T.
Ain't no call for Casteneda in my frontline library.
There's one thing I know, Lord above,
I ain't gonna go,
I ain't goin' to Goa, Ain't goin' to Goa now
Ain't goin' to Goa, Ain't gonna Goa now.
Ain't dancin' trance, no thanx, no chance to t-t-tranquilise me.
Ain't sippin' no smart bar drinks, you, that don't satisfy me.
Dosing up my dharma, with a drop of gasoline,
I ain't down with Mr. McKenna, tantric mantra talkin' don't move me.
I don'tn need no freaky, deeky, fractal geometry, crystal silicon chip.
I ain't walking on lay lines, reading no High Times put me on another bad trip.
Timothy Leary, just check out this theory,
he sold acid for the F.B.I.
Well, he ain't no website wonder, the guru just went under,
you can keep your California Sunshine.
'Cos the righteous truth is, there ain't nothing worse than
some fool lying on some Third World beach wearing
spandex, psychedelic trousers, smoking damn dope
pretending he gettin' consciousness expansion. I want
consciousness expansion, I go to my local tabernacle
an' I sing with the brothers and sisters
Spirits In The Material World
There is no political solution
To our troubled evolution
Have no faith in constitution
There is no bloody revolution
We are spirits in the material world
[Are spirits in the material world
Are spirits in the material world
Are spirits in the material world]
Our so-called leaders speak
With words they try to jail you
They subjugate the meek
But it's the rhetoric of failure
We are spirits in the material world
[Are spirits in the material world
Are spirits in the material world
Are spirits in the material world]
Where does the answer lie?
Living from day to day
If it's something we can't buy
There must be another way
We are spirits in the material world
[Are spirits in the material world]
[Are spirits in the material world...]
The Police
