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Lovely, edgar. I found that site as well, Texas.

And from the same place, folks:

Come, Ye Thankful People Come

Sir George J. Elvey (1816-1893), organist at St. George's Chapel, Windsor Castle for nearly fifty years, wrote the music to the well-loved Thanksgiving hymn about 1844. The lyrics are by Henry Alford (1810-1871).


Come ye thankful people come,
Raise the song of harvest home!
All is safely gathered in,
Ere the winter storms begin;
God our Maker, doth provide
For our wants to be supplied:
Come to God's own temple, come,
Raise the song of harvest home.

All the world is God's own field
Fruit unto his praise to yield;
Wheat and tares together sown
Unto joy or sorrow grown;
First the blade, and then the ear,
Then the full corn shall appear;
Lord of the harvest! grant that we
Wholesome grain and pure may be.

For the Lord our God shall come,
And shall take his harvest home;
From his field shall in that day
All offenses purge away,
Give his angels charge at last
In the fire the tares to cast;
But the fruitful ears to store
In his garner evermore.

Even so, Lord, quickly come,
Bring thy final harvest home;
Gather thou thy people in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin,
There, forever purified,
in thy presence to abide;
Come, with all thine angels, come,
Raise the glorious harvest home.

there are also a lot of superstitions surrounding the harvest.

is it okay if I put up an animated avatar on my profile?

adrian, welcome to our wee studio, and welcome to A2K in general. Can you be more specific? Would you like to hear a song, my friend? I would suggest that as long as the animated creation is not lurid, I am certain that it would be fine; however your avatar usually goes under your screen name.

Would the PD kindly excuse/delete, or ignore completely, my Happy Birthday wishes for Ed Asner and Petula Clark who were born on November 15 and

wish Happy Birthday to




instead.

a "happy thanksgiving" to all our friends "on the other side of the border" .
i hope you enjoy this "somewhat different" turkey song :wink:
here is hoping there'll be some left for "samwidges" !
hbg
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Turkey Song
Performed by Adam Sandler on 23 Nov 1991 (Macaulay Culkin)

[spoken] "Yes, I am, Kevin. I've worked all week on my song, and I hope
you'll be entertained and a little moved."

[singing]

Love to eat turkey
Love to eat turkey
Love to eat turkey cause it's good
Love to eat turkey like a good boy should
Cause it's turkey to eat,
So good

A turkey for me, turkey for you,
Let's eat turkey in a big brown shoe.

Love to eat turkey at the table,
I once saw a movie with Betty Grable.
Eat that turkey all night long,
50 million Elvis fans can't be wrong.

Turkey turkey dee, turkey turkey dap,
I eat the turkey and I take a nap

[melody changes]

Thanksgiving is a special night
Jimmie Walker used to say "Dynomite"
That's right!

[melody changes back]

Turkey with the gravy and the cranberry
Can't believe the Mets traded Darryl Strawberry

Turkey for you, turkey for me,
Can't believe Tyson gave the girl V.D.

Gobble gobble dee, gobble gobble dawkie,
I used to go to camp at Lake Winnepesaukee

[spoken] Adam: "Come on, Kevin."
Kevin: "No, that's okay."
Adam: "Oh, it'll be funnn."
Kevin: "Okay."

[Kevin and Adam singing in (somewhat) unison]
Turkey turkey dee, turkey turkey duffin,
Love to eat turkey with a lot of stuffin'
Turkey for me, turkey for you,
Let's eat turkey in a big brown shoe.

Turkey and sweet potato pie,
Sammy Davis Jr. only had one eye
Turkey with the girls, turkey with the boys,
My favorite kind of pants are corduoroys

Gobble gobble gee, gobble gobble gickle
I wish turkeys only cost a nickel.

[song slows]
Oh, I love turkey .. on Thanksgivingggggg

[spoken]
Adam: "Happy Thanksgiving, everybody!"

My dear Raggedy. It is impossible for us to ignore our favorite photographer, dear. There's plenty of room for all pictures on our bulletin board in the studio lobby; however, we do love Jamie and Hoagy and what's-her-face.

Well, hbg, I missed your funny Thanksgiving song, Canada. Loved it. Thanks you for extending your hand across the border via Adam. He is one funny guy.

Well, let's see if our newbie and you like this song.

Barbra Streisand's Niagara



You look at me, so differently
Have I changed so much from who I used to be?
We're both too wise, for alibis
We talk, but there's so much that we don't say
I guess I've gotten used to it this way
But in Niagara, you promised me the moon
And when I fell I couldn't tell it happened all to soon
Up in Niagara, we were foolish then
Make it happen again

You hold my hand, to please my friends
But when they leave the music stops, the love song ends
And even though I'm reaching out
It feels as though there's nothing coming in
And maybe this is how we've always been
But in Niagara, you took me by surprise
I knew you heard my every word, just looking in my eyes
But in Niagara, we were crazy then
Make me crazy again

Up in Niagara, we were crazy then
Make me crazy again...

picture from german google site re > "thanksgiving turkey" - or "truthahn" as it is called in german .
i'm glad i was not invited to share the meal , i might have wound up under the knife .
hbg

My word, hamburger. That woman means business, and meanwhile, folks Niagara falls. Do you hear the laughing water?

Happy Thanksgiving!!

This is for the scruffy old cowboy:

AUTHOR: Music: Michel Legrand; Lyrics: Alan Bergman and Marilyn Bergman
What Are You Doing For The Rest of Your Life?

I want to see your face in every kind of light
In fields of dawn and forests of the night
And when you stand before the candles on a cake
Oh, let me be the one to hear the silent wish you make
What are you doing the rest of your life?
North and South and East and West of your life
I have only one request of your life
That you spend it all with me
All the seasons and the times of your days
All the nickels and the dimes of your days
Let the reasons and the rhymes of your days
All begin and end with me
I want to see your face in every kind of light
In the fields of dawn and the forests of the night
And when you stand before the candles on a cake
Oh, let me be the one to hear the silent wish you make
Those tomorrows waiting deep in your eyes
In the world of love that you keep in your eyes
I'll awaken what's asleep in your eyes
It may take a kiss or two
Through all of my life
Summer, Winter, Spring, and Fall of my life
All I ever will recall of my life
Is all of my life with you

Ah, Diane, how delightful; so for all of you young lovers out there.

Artist: Kevin Spacey Lyrics
Song: Hello, Young Lovers Lyrics

Hello, young lovers whoever you are.
I hope your troubles are few.
All my good wishes go with you tonight.
I've been in love like you.
You, be brave, young lovers, and follow your star
Brave and faithful and true.
And cling very close to each other tonight.
I've been in love like you.
And I know how it feels to have wings on your heels.
And to fly down the street in a trance.
You fly down the street on a chance that you'll meet.
And you'll meet, not by chance.
Don't cry, young lovers, whatever you do.
Say don't cry because I'm alone.
All of my wishes go with you tonight.
I had a love of my own.
And I know how it feels to have wings on your heels.
And to fly down the street in a trance.
You fly down the street on a chance that you'll meet.
And you'll meet, not by chance.
Don't cry, young lovers, whatever you do.
Say don't cry because I'm alone.
All of my memories are happy tonight.
I've had a love of my own. Hallelujah
I've had a love of my own, like yours.
I have had a love of my own.

Goodnight.

From Letty with love.

i see our esteemed PD has signed off for the night

she enjoyed my dancing tune i played the other night, here's some more by the same band

Time Enough for Rocking When We're Old
The Magnetic Fields

There'll be time enough for rocking when we're old
We can rock all day in rocking chairs of gold
But tonight I think I'd rather just go dancing
There'll be time enough for rocking when we're old, my love

There'll be time enough for talk in the nursing home
Darling, time enough to write an epic poem
But tonight I think I'd rather just go dancing
There'll be time enough for talking in the home, my love

There'll be time enough for sleeping when we're dead
You will have a velvet pillow for your head
But tonight I think I'd rather just go dancing
There'll be time enough for sleeping when we're dead, my love

There'll be time for sex and drugs in Heaven
When our pheromones are turned up to eleven
But tonight I think I'd rather just go dancing
There'll be time enough for sex and drugs in Heaven, my love
And time enough for rocking when we're old


The Sun Goes Down and the World Goes Dancing
The Magnetic Fields

So the sun goes down and the world goes dancing
And the stars come out and they all go dancing
And there is nothing I'd like more
Than a twirl across this rickety old floor

Well I don't know why but I just feel like dancing
I can't imagine why but I feel like dancing
And there is nothing in this world
That I'd like better than a twirl across your rickety old floor

Maybe it's you
You know your eyes are awful blue
Maybe it's more
Maybe you're all I ever waited for
After all the endless nights when I wished I could still cry

So the sun goes down and the world goes dancing
And the stars come out and they all go dancing
And there is nothing I'd like more
Than a twirl across this rickety old floor


Busby Berkeley Dreams
The Magnetic Fields

I should have forgotten you long ago
But you're in every song I know
Whining and pining is wrong and so
On and so forth, of course of course,
But no, you can't have a divorce

I haven't seen you in ages
But it's not as bleak as it seems
We still dance on whirling stages
In my Busby Berkeley dreams
The tears have stained all the pages
Of my True Romance magazines
We still dance in my outrageously beautiful
Busby Berkeley dreams

And now you want to leave me for good
I refuse to believe you could
You forget we're not made of wood
Well darling you may do your worst
Because you'll have to kill me first

I haven't seen you in ages
But it's not as bleak as it seems
We still dance on whirling stages
In my Busby Berkeley dreams
The tears have stained all the pages
Of my True Romance magazines
We still dance in my outrageously beautiful
Busby Berkeley dreams

Do you think it's dangerous
To have Busby Berkeley dreams?


Busby Berkeley

Victor Jory
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Victor Jory (November 23, 1902 - February 12, 1982) was a Canadian actor.

He was born in Dawson City, Yukon Territory, Canada. He was the boxing and wrestling champion of the Coast Guard during his military service, and he kept his burly physique.

He toured with theater troupes and appeared on Broadway, before making his Hollywood debut in 1930. He initially played romantic leads, but later was mostly cast as the villain. He made over 150 films and dozens of TV episodes, as well as writing two plays.

He is remembered for his role in Gone with the Wind and as Lamont Cranston, aka 'The Shadow' in the 1942 serial film The Shadow.

For his contribution to the motion picture industry, Victor Jory has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 6605 Hollywood Blvd.

Franco Nero
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Franco Nero (born November 23, 1941) is an Italian actor.


Biography

He was born Francesco Sparanero in San Prospero, Parma, Italy, and grew up in Bedonia and in Milan. He studied briefly at the Facoltà di Economia e Commercio before leaving to study at the Piccolo Teatro di Milano.

His first film role was a small part in La Ragazza in Prestito (1964), he had his first lead role in Sergio Corbucci's Django (1966) a Spaghetti Western and one of his most well-known films. In 1966 from Django he went on to appear in eight more films released that year including Texas, Addio and Tempo di Massacro. In 1967 he appeared in his first English language film, Camelot as Lancelot, where he met his future romantic partner, Vanessa Redgrave. A certain lack of facility with English tended to limit these roles, although he also appeared in other English language films including The Virgin and the Gypsy (1970), Force 10 from Navarone (1978), Enter the Ninja (1981) and Die Hard 2 (1990). Although often typecast in films like Los amigos (1972) or Keoma (1976) he has attempted an impressive range of characters, like Abel in John Huston's epic The Bible: In The Beginning (1966), the humiliated engineer out for revenge in Street Law, and the gay lieutenant in Querelle (1982). He has appeared in almost 150 films, and has written, produced and starred in one: Jonathan degli orsi (1993).

More recently, he starred in Hungarian director Gábor Koltay's Honfoglalás (Conquest) in 1996, and subsequently in Koltay's Sacra Corona (Holy Crown) in 2001.

He was romantically involved with British actress Vanessa Redgrave, and in 1969 they had a son, Carlo Gabriel Sparanero (known professionally as Carlo Nero), a screen-writer and director.

A man bought a new Mercedes to celebrate his wife leaving him and was out on the interstate for a nice evening drive. The top was down, the breeze was blowing through what was left of his hair and he decided to open her up. As the needle jumped up to 80 mph, he suddenly saw flashing red and blue lights behind him.
"There's no way they can catch a Mercedes," he thought to himself and opened her up further. The needle hit 90, 100.....Then the reality of the situation hit him. "What am I doing?" he thought and pulled over.

The cop came up to him, took his license without a word and examined it and the car. "It's been a long hard day, this is the end of my shift and it's Friday the 13th. I don't feel like more paperwork, I don't need the frustration or the overtime, so if you can give me a really good excuse for your driving that I haven't heard before, you can go."

The guy thinks about it for a second and says, "Last week my nagging wife ran off with a cop. I was afraid you were trying to give her back!"

"Have a nice weekend," said the officer

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors. First allow me to thank our dj for the great "animal magnetism" songs. Loved 'em, Canada, especially the one about Busby Berkeley. WOW! Fortunately, I did not have one of those dreams. Anyone out there ever heard of instant rice coffee? Well, that is what my eye opener is this AM.

Hey, hawkman, loved your traffic cop story. Thanks for the early morning smile. Will comment on your celeb info when our Raggedy arrives with her famous photo's. Tell Nair that we wish her a wonderful Thanksgiving and hope she enjoys your company. <smile>

It seems that Macy's traditional Thanksgiving day parade is in a wee bit of trouble from the wind, and the balloons are being held hostage.

A morning poem, listeners:

WHO HAS SEEN THE WIND ?
BY: CHRISTINA ROSSETTI



Who has seen the wind?

Neither I nor you:

But when the leaves hang trembling

The wind is passing thro'


Who has seen the wind?

Neither you nor I:

But when the trees bow down their heads

The wind is passing by.

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

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

Oh I wish I could find a good book
To live in
Oh I wish I could find a good book
Well if I could find a real good book
I'd never have to come out and look at
What they done to my song

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

Maybe it'll all be all right ma
Maybe it'll all be OK
Well if the people are buying tears
Then I'm gonna be rich someday ma
Look what they done to my song

Look what they done to my song, ma
Ma Ma look look what they done to my song
You know they tied it up in a plastic bag
And they turned it upside down ma
Ma Ma look at what they done
Won't you look at what they done
Look what they done to my song.

In the lonely shack
by the railroad track
I spent my younger days
And I guess the sound
of the outward bound
Made me a slave
to my wanderin' ways.

And the wayward wind
is a restless wind
A restless wind
that yearns to wander
And I was born
the next of kin
The next of kin
to the wayward wind.

Oh, I met him down
in the border town
He vowed we'd never part
Though he tried his best
to settle down
Now I'm all alone
with a broken heart.

And the wayward wind
is a restless wind
A restless wind
that yearns to wander
And I was born
the next of kin
The next of kin
to the wayward wind.

And the wayward wind
is a restless wind
A restless wind
that yearns to wander
And I was born
the next of kin
The next of kin
to the wayward wind.

The next of kin
to the wayward wind.