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Try, if you are a rolling stone, buddy, you need to get some direction.

Well, folks, let's just ask our Try of the status quo a question:

Diana Ross:

Do you know where you're going to?
Do you like the things that life is showing you
Where are you going to?
Do you know...?

Do you get
What you're hoping for
When you look behind you
There's no open door
What are you hoping for?
Do you know...?

Once we were standing still in time
Chasing the fantasies
That filled our minds
You knew how I loved you
But my spirit was free
Laughin' at the questions
That you once asked of me

Do you know where you're going to?
Do you like the things that life is showing you
Where are you going to?
Do you know...?

Now looking back at all we've planned
We let so many dreams
Just slip through our hands
Why must we wait so long
Before we'll see
How sad the answers
To those questions can be

Do you know where you're going to?
Do you like the things that life is showing you
Where are you going to?
Do you know...?

Do you get
What you're hoping for
When you look behind you
There's no open door
What are you hoping for?
Do you know...?

good evening , listeners !
have been digging through my old lp's .
how about 'benny goodman' and 'darktown strutters' ball' ?

THE DARKTOWN STRUTTER' BALL

I'll be down to get you in a Taxi, Honey
You better be ready about half past eight
Now dearie, don't be late
I want to be there when the band starts playing
Remember when we get there, Honey
The two-steps, I'm goin' to have 'em all
Goin' to dance out both my shoes
When they play the "Jelly Roll Blues"
Tomorrow night at the Darktown Strutters' Ball...
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wishing you all 'happy thanksgiving' (the canadian version) !
hbg

started the day with morning songs, so........

Late In The Evening
Paul Simon

The first thing I remember, I was lying in my bed
I couldn't've been no more than one or two
And I remember there's a radio, coming from the room next door
My mother laughed the way some ladies' do

Well it's late in the evening, and the music's seeping through

The next thing I remember, I am walking down a street
I'm feeling alright I'm with my boys and with my troops, yeah
Down along the avenue some guys were shootin' pool
And I heard the sound of acapella groups, yeah

Singin' late in the evening, and all the girls out on the stoops, yeah

Then I learned to play some lead guitar, I was underage in this funky bar
And I stepped outside to smoke myself a J
When I come back to the room, everybody just seemed to move
And I turned my amp up loud and I began to play

It was late in the evening, and I blew that room away

First thing I remember when you came into my life
I said I wanna get that girl, no matter what I do
Well I guess I've been in love before and once or twice have been on the floor
But I've never loved no-one the way that I love you

..and I love you

And it was late in the evening, and all the music's seeping through


Baby's Request
Paul McCartney

When the moon lays his head on a pillow
And the stars settle down for a rest,
Just do me one small favour, I beg you,
Please play me my baby's request.
It's the song that we heard when we started.
Now the birds have all flown from our nest,
But you could bring back mem'ries departed
By playing my baby's request.
My baby said that she knows how it goes
But you're the one who really knows,
So go ahead, just one more time and then we'll go to bed.
- solo -

But you could bring back mem'ries departed
By playing my baby's request.
My baby says she knows how it goes but you're the one that really knows.
So go ahead, just one more time and then we'll go to bed.
When the moon lays his head on a pillow
And the star settles down for a rest,
Just do me one small favour, I beg you,
Please play me baby's request.
Mh-hm, play me baby's request


Sharkey's Night
Laurie Anderson

Sun's going down. Like a big bald head.
Disappearing behind the boulevard. (Oooeee.)
It's Sharkey's night. Yeah. It's Sharkey's night tonight.
And the manager says: Sharkey?
He's not at his desk right now. (Oh yeah.)
Could I take a message?
And Sharkey says: Hey, kemosabe! Long time no see.
He says: Hey sport. You connect the dots.
You pick up the pieces.
He says: You know, I can see two tiny pictures of myself
And there's one in each of you eyes.
And they're doin' everything I do.
Every time I light a cigarette, they light up theirs.
I take a drink and I look in and they're drinkin' too.
It's drivin' me crazy. It's drivin' me nuts.
And Sharkey says: Deep in the heart of darkest America.
Home of the brave.
He says: Listen to my heart beat.

Paging Mr. Sharkey. White courtesy telephone please.

Newfoundland people know how to tell a tall tale, especially when it comes to fishing stories. This is one of their more famous ones.
just don't get swallowed by the whale !
hbg

Jack was every inch a sailor
---------------------------------

Jack was every inch a sailor
Five and twenty years a whaler
Jack was every inch a sailor
He was born upon the bright, blue sea

Twas twenty-five or thirty years
Since Jack first saw the light
He came into this world of woe
One dark and stormy night
He was born on board his father's ship
As she was lying to
'Bout twenty-five or thirty miles
South-east of Bacalieu

When Jack grew up to be a man
He went to Labrador
He fished in Indian Harbour
Where his father fished before
On his returning in the fog
He met a heavy gale
And Jack was swept into the sea
And swallowed by a whale

The whale went straight for Baffin's Bay
Bout ninety knots an hour
And every time he'd blow a spray
He'd send it in a shower
"O now", says Jack unto himself
"I'll see what he's about"
He caught the whale all by the tale
And turned him inside out

hamburger, do I remember that song, Canada? I can see myself right now in my mind's eye, sitting with my sister on our back porch in Virginia, rewriting the lyrics for our first American eskimo dog that we had named sugar. Wow! Thanks for that cue, buddy.(I'll be down to get you in a taxi, Sugar.)

Hey! You will have to dedicate your whale's tale to yitwail. Love it!

dj, that "Late in the Evening" song struck me in that "eye" as well. Here is the one that it brought to the surface of my mind:


Down in the valley, the valley so low
Hang your head over, hear the wind blow
Hear the wind blow, dear, hear the wind blow
Hang your head over, hear the wind blow

Writing this letter, with but three lines
Answer my question, will you be mine?
Will you be mine, dear, will you be mine?
Answer my question, will you be mine?

Write me a letter, send it by mail
Send it in care of the Birmingham jail,
Birmingham jail, dear, Birmingham jail
Send it in care of the Birmingham jail

Roses love sunshine, violets love dew
Angels in Heaven know I love you
Know I love you, dear, know I love you
Angels in Heaven Know I love you.

letty :
if you want to hear a whale 'sing' - truly ! - go to the link .
hbg

...THE TRUE WHALE SONG...

The Sun Underfoot Among The Sundews


An ingenuity too astonishing
to be quite fortuitous is
this bog full of sundews, sphagnum-
lines and shaped like a teacup.
A step
down and you're into it; a
wilderness swallows you up:
ankle-, then knee-, then midriff-
to-shoulder-deep in wetfooted
understory, an overhead
spruce-tamarack horizon hinting
you'll never get out of here.
But the sun
among the sundews, down there,
is so bright, an underfoot
webwork of carnivorous rubies,
a star-swarm thick as the gnats
they're set to catch, delectable
double-faced cockleburs, each
hair-tip a sticky mirror
afire with sunlight, a million
of them and again a million,
each mirror a trap set to
unhand believing,
that either
a First Cause said once, "Let there
be sundews," and there were, or they've
made their way here unaided
other than by that backhand, round-
about refusal to assume responsibility
known as Natural Selection.
But the sun
underfoot is so dazzling
down there among the sundews,
there is so much light
in that cup that, looking,
you start to fall upward.


Amy Clampitt

A Whaler's Tale
(Ken Graydon)

I signed aboard this whaling ship
I made my mark it's true
And I'll serve out the span of time
I swore that I would do
But I'll not man your boats again
Though you cast me in the sea
For I tell you sir, them fish can think
As well as you or me

Just yesterday the lookout's call
Had bent us to our work
I took me place like all the rest
I'd not be one to shirk
Now thirteen men's been drownded
And no more of them we'll see
I'd take an oath, them fish can think
As well as you or me

We'd pulled our boats abreast the pod
The steersman took his stand
He'd had no time to make his throw
When the oar flew from my hand
Just then a great fluke smashed our boat
The whale I didn't see
Now I believe them fish can think
As well as you or me

For then them whales destroyed our boats
They rammed them one by one
They stove them all with head and fluke
And after they was done
We few poor souls left half-alive
Was clinging to debris
I'd stake me life them fish can think
As good as you and me

The way them whale fish went for us
It seemed as though t'was planned
For each one had his target boat
They played us man for man
Just knowin' now they think so clear
My heart says let them be
I swear to God them fish can think
As good as you or me

Now John is blind, Jim's lost an arm
And Caleb's lost below
My leg will heal but other men
No more aloft can go
So I'll not man your boats again
Though you drown me in the sea
For I tell you sir, them fish can think
As good as you or me
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i can remember when the whaling-ships came back from the south-atlantic in the late 1930's to the port of hamburg .
since we lived right in the port , i would see the big"motherships" and the small"hunters" (that carried the harpoon in the bow) when taking the ferry to go to school .
here's a pix of a 'hunter' - in those days no one seemed much concerned about whales becoming extinct .
hbg

What's Up

Twenty - five years and my life is still
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination
And I realized quickly when I knew I should
That the world was made up of this brotherhood of man
For whatever that means
And so I cry sometimes
When I'm lying in bed
Just to get it all out
What's in my head
And I am feeling a little peculiar
And so I wake in the morning
And I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream at the top of my lungs
What's going on?
And I say, hey hey hey hey
I said hey, what's going on?
Ooh, ooh ooh
And I try, oh my god do I try
I try all the time, in this institution
And I pray, oh my god do I pray
I pray every single day
For a revolution
And so I cry sometimes
When I'm lying in bed
Just to get it all out
What's in my head
And I am feeling a little peculiar
And so I wake in the morning
And I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream at the top of my lungs
What's going on?
And I say, hey hey hey hey
I said hey, what's going on?
Twenty - five years and my life is still
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination

4 Non Blonds

Joey

Joey, baby - don't get crazy
Detours. fences... I get defensive
I know you've heard it all before -
So I don't say it anymore
I just stand by and watch you
Fight your secret war.
Although I used to wonder why -
I used to cry till I was dry.
Still sometimes I get a strange pain
Inside
Oh, joey, if you're hurting so am i.

Joey, honey - I got some money
All is forgiven. listen, listen
And if I seem to be confused
I didn't mean to be with you.
And when you said I scared you,
Well I guess you scared me too.
But we got lucky once before
And if you're somewhere out there
Passed out on the floor.
Oh joey, I'm not angry anymore.

Concrete Blond

Caroline

I hear you're driving
Someone else's car now...
She said you came and
Took your stuff away -
All the poetry, and the trunk
You kept your life in -
I knew that it would
Come to that someday...
Like a sad hallucination,
When I opened up my eyes,
The train had passed the station,
And you were trapped inside...
Yet I never wonder where you went,
I only wonder why,
I wonder why...

Oh caroline
Oh, whoa-oh caroline
Oh, oh caroline
Whoa whoa whoa, caroline

Well I hear you're using someone else's number;
She said she saw you in the store today.
It doesn't matter whose address
you're listed under,
I only know they'll never make you stay.
Like a memory in motion,
You were only passing through...
That is all you've ever known of life,
That's all you'll ever do.
There's a dream I have where I sail away;
Looking back I wave at you,
And I wave goodbye...

Oh caroline
Oh, oh whoa oh, caroline
Oh, oh caroline
Oh

In another life I see you
As an angel flying high,
And the hands of time will free you -
You will cast your chains aside -
And the dawn will come and kiss away
Every tear that's ever fallen
From your eyes...
Behind those eyes,
I wonder

Oh, caroline... oh, oh, oh...
Oh, oh... caroline...
Sometimes I wonder...
Oh... caroline
Sometimes i,
Sometimes I wonder...


Concrete blond

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors. Oh, my. Today is Monday and that signals the start of unfinished work that we all have put off over the weekend. For some odd reason, I learned that today the banks here are closed for a holiday. That's a new one on me, folks.

edgar, that was a most unusual song, buddy, and the lyrics are really fetching. Thanks, Texas.

Well, folks, I can see that hamburger is in a sailing, tale-telling mood. It appears he is totally well and ready to leave the land for a sea adventure. I'm afraid that I cannot hear your song, buddy, more's the pity. dj, you are my favorite discographer. Where do you get all of those delightful lyrics?

Well, Rex, once again we enjoy waking up to your choice in music. Thank you, Maine. Your caroline song reminds me of another that Dutchy help me recall, so for him:


Sweet Caroline

Performed by Neil Diamond

Where it began
I can't begin to knowin'
But then I know it's growin' strong
Was in the spring
And spring became the summer
Who'd have believed you'd come along

Hands, touchin' hands
Reachin' out, touchin'me, touchin' you

*Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good
I've been inclined
To believe they never would

But now I look at the night
And it don't seem so lonely
We fill it up with only two
And when I hurt
Hurtin' runs off my shoulders
How can I hurt when I'm with you

Warm, touchin' warm
Reachin' out, touchin' me, touchin' you.

Chorus

Good morning WA2K.

Today is the birthday of Sean Taro Ono Lennon (aka Sean Ono Lennon, born October 9, 1975), the son of musicians and peace activists John Lennon and Yoko Ono (making Kyoko Chan Cox and Julian Lennon his half-siblings). His father was an Englishman of Welsh and Irish ancestry, and his mother is Japanese. He was born in New York City on his father's 35th birthday






Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

Well, there's our Raggedy with a stunning photo and montage of Sean and his father. Love the song as well, PA.

In answer, listeners, from George:

Breath Away from Heaven


In another life
I woke up dreaming with a sigh
As the morning light
Was painting whispers of a joy

And I was in the candlelit bedroom
Enchanting beauty shimmering magically
Like an irridescent cloud
Being blown by a westerly wind

She can move your soul without you knowing
She can take your breath away from heaven

And I was captured by her loneliness
A wounded tiger on a willowy path
Like an opalescent moon all alone
In the sky of a foreign land

She can take your breath away from heaven
She can move your soul without you knowing
She can take your breath away from heaven
She is like an everlasting blossom
She can take your breath away from heaven


Quote for the day:

Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.

Emily Dickinson

Buon pomeriggio

-Convaleciente-

Son muchas las veces que recorrí contigo
Los caminos lluviosos de nuestro viejo pueblo
Muchas las vidas que vivimos en cada día
Y lo sepulté completamente

No te rías de mí
No apartes la mirada
Me seguirás

Con el sol en tus ojos
y en ti

Convaleciente
Y con las piernas de piedra
Golpearas a mi puerta
E iremos hacia arriba
Hacia la luz blanca

Yo pienso que no
¿Pero qué sé yo?
¿Qué sé yo?
¡No lo sé!
Yo se que tu piensas que me aferró a ti
Y que me e quedado en el camino
Y que no entiendo las mismas cosas que tu
Pero no es así

No te rías de mí
No apartes la mirada
Me seguirás

Con el sol en tus ojos
y en ti

Convaleciente
Y con las piernas de piedra
Tu golpearas en mi puerta
E iremos hacia arriba
Hacia la luz blanca

Yo pienso que no
¿Pero Qué sé yo?
¿Qué sé yo?
¡No lo sé!
E iremos hacia arriba
Hacia la luz blanca

Yo pienso que no

¿Pero qué sé yo?
¿Qué sé yo?
¡No lo sé!




A translation for those whose Italian may be a little rusty:

Good afternoon

Keane - bedshaped lyrics

Many's the time I ran with you down
The rainy roads of our old town
Many the lives we lived in each day
And buried altogether
Don't laugh at me
Don't look away

You'll follow me back
With the sun in your eyes
And on your own
Bedshaped and legs of stone
You'll knock on my door
And up we'll go
In white light
I don't think so
But what do I know?
What do I know?
I know

I know you think I'm holding you down
And I've fallen by the wayside now
And I don't understand the same things as you
But I do

Don't laugh at me
Don't look away

You'll follow me back
With the sun in your eyes
And on your own
Bedshaped and legs of stone
You'll knock on my door
And up we'll go
In white light
I don't think so
But what do I know?
What do I know?
I know

ahahaaaa ahahaaaa ahahaaa ahahaaa(Choir)

ooooohhhhhhhhh
And up we'll go
In white light
I don't think so
But what do I know?
What do I know?
I know

Hey, Try. I know Dean Martin in Italian. It's Dean Martin.

What do you know?
Beatles:
You Know My Name

You know my name, look up the number
You know my name, look up the number
You, you know, you know my name
You, you know, you know my name
(Good evening and welcome to slaggers featuring Denis O'Bell
Come on Ringo, Let's here it for Denis O'Bell, good evening)
You know my name, better look up my number
You know my name, that's right, look up my number
You, you know, you know my name
You, you know, you know my name
You know my name, ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Look up my number
You know my name, that's right, look up the number
Oh wu, you, you know, you know my name
You, you know, you know my name
You know my name, ba ba ba ba, look up the number
You know my name, look up the number
You, you know, you know my name baby
You, you know, you know my name
You know, you know my name
You know, you know my name
(Go on Denis let's hear it for Denis O'Bell)
You know, you know my name
You know, you know my name
Prr, prr you know my name and the number
You know my name, look up the number
you now, you know my name
Yes, you now my name
You know, you know my name
You know my name, look up my number, you know

You may not believe this, Try, and listeners, but I just heard a German singing Santa Lucia in Italian.





Santa Lucia


Sul mare luccia l'astro d'argento,
Placida è l'onda, prospero è il vento
Venite all'agile barchetta mia...
Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia!

Con questo zeffiro, così soave
Oh! Com'è bello star su la nave!
Su passaggieri, venite via!
Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia!

In fra le tende bandir la cena
In una sera così serena!
Chi non domanda, chi non desia?
Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia!

Mare sì placido, vento sì caro
Scordar fa i triboli al marinaro,
E va gridando con allegria,
Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia!

O dolce Napoli, o suol beato,
Ove sorridere volle il creato
Tu sei l'impero dell'armonia!
Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia!

Or che tardate? Bella è la sera,
Spira un'auretta fresca e leggera,
Venite all'agile barchetta mia
Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia!

Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia!
Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia!

KEY Bb

I know not the singer.

Punctured bicycle
On a hillside desolate
Will nature make a man of me yet ?

When in this charming car
This charming man


Why pamper life's complexity
When the leather runs smooth
On the passenger seat ?


I would go out tonight
But I haven't got a stitch to wear
This man said "it's gruesome
That someone so handsome should care"


Ah ! A jumped-up pantry boy
Who never knew his place
He said "return the ring"
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things


I would go out tonight
But I haven't got a stitch to wear
This man said "it's gruesome
That someone so handsome should care"
La, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man ...
Oh, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man ...


Ah ! A jumped-up pantry boy
Who never knew his place
He said "return the ring"
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things

No theme, Try, just a sense of tonight:


Pure Treasure

[Lyrics by:Fabrizio / Music by: Alex/ Andrea]

I've found the rarest thing in the world
A strange fascinating light
It doesn't shine
But it perfumes like a flower
Growing everywhere and somewhere

Pure treasure
Like a pearl of dew
Innocent diadem
Of a divine crown

Its name is the name of a wind
With an enchanted breath
The flap of an angel's wings
A flower growing everywhere and somewhere.

I guess it's that time of night again.

Reconsider Baby

( Lowell Fulsom)

Well so long
Oh how I hate to see you go
Yes so long
Oh how I hate to see you go
Well the way that I will miss you
I guess you'll never know

We've been together so long
To have to separate this way
We've been together so long
To have to separate this way
Well I'm gonna let you go ahead on baby
But let you come back home some day

Play the blues boys, play the blues
One more time

You said you once had loved me
But now I guess you've changed your mind
You said you once had loved me
But now I guess you've changed your mind
Why don't you reconsider baby
Give yourself just a little more time


Elvis Presley