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The Twelve Gifts of Christmas
Allan Sherman

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A Japanese transistor radio.

On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(It's a Nakashuma.)

On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(It's the Mark IV model. That's the one that's discontinued.)

On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A simulated alligator wallet,
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(And it comes in a leatherette case with holes in it,
So you can listen right through the case.)

On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A statue of a lady, with a clock where her stomach ought to be,
A simulated alligator wallet,
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(And it has a wire with a thing on one end that you
Can stick in your ear, and a thing on the other end
That you can't stick anywhere, because it's bent.)

On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A hammered aluminum nutcracker,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A pink satin pillow that says San Diego, with fringe all around it,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
An indoor plastic birdbath,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A pair of teakwood shower clogs,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A chromium combination manicure scissors and cigarette lighter,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
An automatic vegetable slicer that works when you see it on television, but not when you get it home,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, although it may seem strange,
On the twelfth day of Christmas, I'm going to exchange:
An automatic vegetable slicer that works when you see it on television, but not when you get it home,
A chromium combination manicure scissors and cigarette lighter,
A pair of teakwood shower clogs,
An indoor plastic birdbath,
A pink satin pillow that says San Diego, with fringe all around it,
A hammered aluminum nutcracker,
A statue of a lady, with a clock where her stomach ought to be,
A simulated alligator wallet,
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

Merry Christmas everybody!

Wow! edgar, and all this time I thought Bobby Darin only did Splish Splash and Mack the Knife. He did a lot of songs in his short life.

dj, long, long ago, I had a vinyl of Stan Freberg Presents the United States of America. It was really funny, as he made fun of every phase of America's development. Love St. George and the Dragonet. Also love Allan Sherman's "Twelve Days." Thanks, Canada.

This is a lovely Christmas song that I think we did last year about this time, folks:

Artist/Band: Kenny Rogers
Lyrics for Song: Mary Did You Know
Lyrics for Album: Gift

Mary, did you know
that your baby boy will one day walk on water?

Mary, did you know
that your baby boy will save our sons and daughters?

Did you know,
that your baby boy has come to make you new?
This child that you've delivered,
will soon deliver you.

Mary, did you know
that your baby boy will give sight to a blind man?

Mary, did you know
your baby boy will calm a storm with his hand?

Did you know,
that your baby boy has walked where angels trod?
When you kiss your little baby,
you've kissed the face of God.

The blind will see
The deaf will hear
The dead will live again.
The lame will leap
The dumb will speak
The praises of The Lamb.

Mary, did you know
that your baby boy is Lord of all creation?

Mary, did you know
that your baby boy will one day rule the nations?

Did you know,
that your baby boy is heaven's perfect lamb?
This sleeping child you're holding, is the great I AM.

Happy Birthday Jesus!
A Very Merry Christmas to ALL Of You!
Please Remember..
JESUS IS THE REASON FOR THE SEASON!!!

Good morning WA2K. Thanks for filling in for me, Letty. I've been away from the computer for a couple of days. Not too many birthdays for the photo gallery today:




Wishing all a pleasant day.

Wow! Welcome back, Raggedy. We were concerned. I could never fill your photo shoes, PA. Thanks for Beethoven and Liv.

Here is Arthur:



I recall having listened to Thus Spake Zarathustra, and I know that they played the Blue Danube Waltz in the film, but I cannot find the words to the song.

Somehow, I don't think this is what you are looking for, Letty, but.....

http://www.johann-strauss.at/wissen/donau_e.html

Do you remember Spike Jones? He had some fun with it, but I don't remember the lyrics.

Love those lyrics, Raggedy. I'll have to search for the Spike Jones version.

The lyrics that I was thinking of go something like this:

Oh, bright were her eyes.(dum dum dum dum)
When she went away(dum dum dum dum)
But I heard her say
When she went away
Oh Danube so blue,
Will bring me to you
Until she returns,
My heart yearns,
Oh, blue Danube bring her home.

Gawd, they are awful.

Quote for the day:
I believe in God; I just don't believe he lives in a church.
My daughter.

Life Is A Rock (But The Radio Rolled Me)
Reunion

B.B. Bumble and the Stingers
Mott the Hoople, Ray Charles Singers
Lonnie Mack and twanging Eddy
Here`s my ring, we`re going steady
Take it easy, take me higher
Liar, liar, house on fire
Locomotion, Poco passion
Deeper Purple, Satisfaction
Baby, baby, gotta, gotta
Gimme, gimme, getting hotter
Sammy`s Cooke`n, Leslie Gore-y
Ritchie Valens, end of story
Mahavishnu, Fujiyama
Kama Sutra, rama-lama
Richard, Perry, Spector, Berry
Righteous, Archies, Nilsson, Harry
Shimmy-shimmy-ko-ko-bopping
Fats is back and finger-popping

Life is a rock
But the radio rolled me
Gotta turn it up louder
So my DJ told me, whoo, whoo

Life is a rock
But the radio rolled me
At the end of my rainbow
Lies a golden oldie

FM, AM hits are clicking
While the clock is tocking, ticking
Friends and Romans, salutations
Brenda and the Tabulations
Carly Simon I behold her
Rolling Stone and centerfolder
Johnny Cash and Johnny Rivers
Can`t stop now, I got the shivers
Mungo Jerry, Peter, Peter
Paul and Paul and Mary, Mary
Dr. John the nightly tripper
Doris Day and Jack the Ripper
Gotta go, sir, gotta swelter
Leon Russell, Gimme Shelter
Miracles in Smokey places
Slide guitars and Fender basses
Mushroom omelet, Bonnie Bramlett
Wilson Pickett, stomp and kick it

Life is a rock but the radio
Life is a rock but the radio, whoooooo

---- Instrumental Interlude ----

Arthur Janov`s primal screaming
Hawkins Jay and Dale and Ronnie
Kukla, Fran and Norman Okla
Denver, John and Osmond, Donny
JJ Cale and ZZ Top and
LL Bean and De De Dinah
David Bowie, Steely Dan
And sing me proud, oh, CC Rider
Edgar Winter, Joanie Sommers
Ides of March and Johnny Thunder
Eric Clapton, pedal wah-wah
Stephen Foster, doo-dah doo-dah
Good Vibrations, Help Me Rhonda
Surfer Girl and Little Honda
Tighter tighter, honey, honey
Sugar sugar, yummy, yummy
CBS and Warner Brothers
RCA and all the others

Life is a rock
But the radio rolled me
Gotta turn it up louder
So my DJ told me
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, oh

Life is a rock but
The radio rolled me, yeah
At the end of my rainbow
Lies a golden oldie

Listen, remember
They`re playing our song

Rock it, sock it
Alan Freed me, Murray Kaufman
Tried to lead me
Fishing, swimming, Boston Monkey
Make it bad and play it funky

Freddie King and Albert King
And B.B. King and frolicking...

edgar, that is one fabulous song. Love it, Texas.

So, this is long night tonight, folks.

Stan the man again:

CROOGE: Bah, humbug, everybody.

CHORUS: Good morning, Mr. Scrooge!

SCROOGE: Well, the meeting will come to order, if you please.
Are all the advertising people represented here?

CHORUS: Everyone except Amalgamated Cheese!

SCROOGE: Well, if they're not here for the Christmas pitch,
I can't help them find new ways of tying their product in to Christmas.
That's why I'm chairman of this board! Let's hear it for me!

CHORUS: Hear, hear!

SCROOGE: All right, Abercrombie, what are your people up to?

ABERCROMBIE: Ahhh, same thing as every year.
Fifty thousand billboards showing Santa Claus pausing to refresh himself with our product.

SCROOGE: Mmmmm, hmmm, well, I think the public has come to expect that and . . .

ABERCROMBIE: That's right. It's become tradition!

SCROOGE: You there, Crass, uhh, I suppose your company's running the usual
magazine ads showing cartons of your cigarettes peeking out of the top of Santa's sack?

CRASS: Better than that! This year we have him smoking one.

SCROOGE: Um-hmmm...

CRASS: Yes. We've got Santa a little more rugged, too.
Both sleeves rolled up and a tattoo on each arm. One of 'em says "Merry Christmas."

SCROOGE: What does the other one say?

CRASS: "Less tar!"

SCROOGE: Great stuff!

CRATCHET: But Mr.Scrooge...

SCROOGE: What? Who are you?

CRATCHET: Bob Cratchet, sir. I've got a little spice company over in East Orange, New Jersey.
Do I have to tie my product in to Christmas?

SCROOGE: What do you mean?

CRATCHET: Well, I was just going to send cards out showing
the three wise men following the Star of Bethlehem...

SCROOGE: I get it! And they're bearing your spices. Now that's perfect.

CRATCHET: No, no... no product in it. I was just going to say, "Peace on Earth... Good Will Toward Men."

MAN: Well, that's a peculiar slogan!

SCROOGE: Old hat, Cratchet! That went out with button shoes! You're a businessman . . .
Christmas is something to take advantage of!

SCROOGE: A red and green bandwagon to jump on!

SCROOGE: A sentimental shot in the arm for sales! Listen!

CHORUS: Deck the halls with advertising,
Fa la la la la la la la la.
While you can be enterprising,
Fa la la la la la la la la.
On the fourth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me
Four bars of soap,
Three cans of peas,
Two breakfast foods,
And some toothpaste on a pear tree!
On the fifth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me. . .

SCROOGE: Five tube-less tires!

CHORUS: Fo-ur quarts of gin,
Three ci-gars,
Two cig-ar-ettes,
And some hair tonic on a pear tree!
Chest-nuts roasting. . .

ANNOUNCER: Sayyyy, Mother, as sure as there's an X in Christmas,
you can be sure those are Tiny Tim Chestnuts roasting.
Tin-y Tim Chestnuts are frill-bodied . . . longer lasting!
This visible shell protects the nut! Now with X-K 29 added,
for people who can't roast after every meal.

GIRL TRIO: Tin-ee Tim! Tin-ee Tim! Chest-nuts all the way!

ANNOUNCER: Tin-y Tim's roast hot... like a chestnut ought! And.. . they are
(ECHO) mild, mild, mild, mild.

CHORUS: Deck the halls with advertising,
Fa la la la la la la la la.
'Tis the time for merchandising,
Fa la la la la la la la la.
Profit never needs a reason,
Fa la la la la la la la la.
Get the money, it's the season,
Fa la la la la la la la la.

SCROOGE: Words to live by, Cratchet!

CRATCHET: For you, maybe.
Can't you just wish someone merry Christmas, for the pure joy of doing it?

SCROOGE: Why? What's the percentage in that?
Let me show you how to make Christmas work for you!

CHORUS: We wish you a merry Christmas,
We wish you a merry Christmas,
We wish you a merry Christmas,
And please buy our beer!

SCROOGE: There you go, Cratchet! That's Christmas with a purpose.

CRATCHET: I know, but wait a minute.
Don't you guys make enough profit the other eleven months?
Christmas comes but once a year.

SCROOGE: Humph! Funny thing you should bring that up.
That's exactly the point I was about to make. Hit it, boys!

SCROOGE: Christmas comes but once a year,
So you better make hay while the snow is falling,
That's opportunity calling you!

CHORUS: Rub your hands, December's here,
What a wonderful time to be Glad and merry!

SCROOGE: Just so you're mercenary too!

CHORUS: Buy an ad and show all the toys,
Show all the toys up on the shelf

SCROOGE: Just make sure that you get a plug,
You get a plug, In for yourself!

SCROOGE AND CHORUS:
Christmas comes but once a year,
So you better cash in,
While the spirit lingers,
It's slipping through your fingers,
Boy! Don't you realize
Christmas can be such a
Monetary joy!

CRATCHET: Well, I guess you fellows will never change.

SCROOGE: Why should we? Christmas has two s's in it, and they're both dollar signs.

CRATCHET: Yeah, but they weren't there to begin with.

SCROOGE: Eh?

CRATCHET: The people keep hoping you'll remember. But you never do.

SCROOGE: Remember what?

CRATCHET: Whose birthday we're celebrating.

SCROOGE: Well, ....... don't get me wrong.
The story of Christmas, in its simplicity, is a good thing - I'll buy that.
It's just that we know a good thing when we see it.

CRATCHET: But don't you realize Christmas has a significance, a meaning.

SCROOGE: A sales curve! Wake up, Cratchet, it's later than you think.

CRATCHET: I know, Mr. Scrooge, I know.

CHORUS: On the first day of Christmas,
The advertising's there, with
Newspaper ads,
Billboards too,
Business Christmas cards,
And commercials on a pear tree. . .
Jingles here, jingles there,
Jingles all the way.
Dashing through the snow,
In a fifty-foot coup-e
O'er the fields we go,
Selling all the way. . .
Deck the halls with advertising,
What's the use of compromising,
Fa la la la la la la la la.

You're All I Want For Christmas
Brook Benton

I want my arms around you for Christmas
I need no presents under the tree
You're all I want, my darling
And that will be the world to me.

I want to share your kisses for Christmas
The rest is only tinsel and show
You're all I want, my darling
At candle glow and mistletoe.

As far as I'm concerned
Santa doesn't have to load his sleigh
He can mark my other gifts 'returned'
Or give them all away.

I only want your lovin' for Christmas
No other kind of present will do
You're all I want, my darling
Please want me too
Please want me too
Please want me too
As I want you.

edgar, that was a sweet song by Brook. Thanks, Texas, and here is one for your possum from a genius named Walt:


Deck us all with Boston Charlie,
Walla Walla, Wash., an' Kalamazoo!
Nora's freezin' on the trolley,
Swaller dollar cauliflower alley-garoo!

Don't we know archaic barrel
Lullaby Lilla Boy, Louisville Lou?
Trolley Molly don't love Harold,
Boola boola Pensacoola hullabaloo!

Bark us all bow-wows of folly,
Polly wolly cracker 'n' too-da-loo!
Donkey Bonny brays a carol,
Antelope Cantaloupe, 'lope with you!

Hunky Dory's pop is lolly gaggin' on the wagon,
Willy, folly go through!
Chollie's collie barks at Barrow,
Harum scarum five alarm bung-a-loo!

Dunk us all in bowls of barley,
Hinky dinky dink an' polly voo!
Chilly Filly's name is Chollie,
Chollie Filly's jolly chilly view halloo!

Bark us all bow-wows of folly,
Double-bubble, toyland trouble! Woof, woof, woof!
Tizzy seas on melon collie!
Dibble-dabble, scribble-scrabble! Goof, goof, goof!

Goodnight.

From Letty with love

John Greenleaf Whittier
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John Greenleaf Whittier (December 17, 1807 - September 7, 1892) was an American Quaker poet and forceful advocate of the abolition of slavery in the United States. He was born to John and Abigail (Hussey) Whittier at the rural Whittier homestead in Haverhill, Massachusetts. He grew up on the farm in a household with his parents, a brother and two sisters, a maternal aunt and paternal uncle, and a constant flow of visitors and hired hands for the farm. During the winter term, he attended the district school, and was first introduced to poetry by a teacher. He remained an active Quaker all his life, although there is no record of him ever speaking in meeting, and, unlike some others who were Orthodox, he found time to engage in politics and championed abolitionism. Whittier became editor of a number of newspapers in Boston and Haverhill, as well as the New England Weekly Review in Hartford, Connecticut, the most influential Whig journal in New England. His first two published books were Legends of New England (1831) and the poem Moll Pitcher (1832). In 1838, a mob burned Whittier out of his offices in the antislavery center of Pennsylvania Hall in Philadelphia.

Highly regarded in his lifetime and for a period thereafter (several New England states had holidays in his honor, and Whittier, California, was named for him), he is now remembered largely for the patriotic poem Barbara Frietchie, as well as for a number of poems turned into hymns, some of which remain exceedingly popular. Although clearly Victorian in style, and capable of being sentimental, his hymns exhibit both imagination and universalism of spirit that set them beyond ordinary 19th century hymnody. Best known is probably Dear Lord and Father of Mankind taken from his poem The Brewing of Soma, but Whittier's Quaker thought is better illustrated by the hymn that begins:


Broadside publication of Whittier's Our Countrymen in ChainsO Brother Man, fold to thy heart thy brother:
Where pity dwells, the peace of God is there;
To worship rightly is to love each other,
Each smile a hymn, each kindly word a prayer.
It also shows in his poem "To Rönge" in honour of Johannes Ronge, the German religious figure and rebel leader of the 1848 rebellion in Germany:

Thy work is to hew down. In God's name then:
Put nerve into thy task. Let other men;
Plant, as they may, that better tree whose fruit,
The wounded bosom of the Church shall heal.
His words still reverberate today, particularly through his poem "Maud Muller" with its famous line: "For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: 'It might have been!'"

Whittier died at Hampton Falls, New Hampshire, and is buried in Amesbury, Massachusetts. His birthplace, the John Greenleaf Whittier Homestead in Haverhill, is now a museum open to the public, as is the John Greenleaf Whittier Home in Amesbury, his residence for 56 years. Cheese was said to be his favorite food, along with applesauce and beer.

A bridge named for Whittier, built in the style of the Sagamore and Bourne Bridges spanning Cape Cod Canal, carries Interstate 95 from Amesbury to Newburyport over the Merrimack River. The city of Whittier, California and the town of Greenleaf, Idaho were named in his honor. Both Whittier College and Whittier Law School are also named in his honor.

Whittier's hometown of Haverhill, Massachusetts has named many buildings and landmarks in his honor including J.G. Whittier Middle School, Greenleaf Elementary, and Whittier Regional Vocational Technical High School. Whittier's family farm, John Greenleaf Whittier Homestead aka "Whittier's Birthplace" is now a historic site open to the public.

The alternate history story P.'s Correspondence (1846) by Nathaniel Hawthorne, considered the first such story ever published in English, includes the notice "Whittier, a fiery Quaker youth, to whom the muse had perversely assigned a battle-trumpet, got himself lynched, in South Carolina". The date of that event in Hawthorne's invented timeline was 1835.

Arthur Fiedler
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Arthur Fiedler (December 17, 1894 - July 10, 1979) was the long-time conductor of the Boston Pops Orchestra, a symphony orchestra that specialized in popular music. With a combination of musicianship and showmanship, he made the Pops the best-known orchestra in the country. Some criticized him for watering down music, particularly when adapting popular songs or edited portions of the classical repertoire, but Fiedler deliberately kept performances informal, light, and often self-mocking to attract more listeners.

Fiedler was born in Boston, Massachusetts. His father was an Austrian-born violinist who played in the Boston Symphony Orchestra, and his mother was a pianist and musician. He grew up in Boston, and attended Boston Latin School until his father retired and returned to Austria, where he studied and worked until returning to Boston at the start of World War I. In 1909, his father took him to Berlin to study violin with Willy Hess, and then in 1915 he joined the Boston Symphony Orchestra under Karl Muck as a violinist. He also worked as a pianist, organist, and percussionist.

In 1924, Fiedler formed the Boston Sinfonietta, a chamber music orchestra made up of Boston Symphony members, and started a series of free outdoor concerts. He was appointed the eighteenth conductor of the Boston Pops in 1930, a position he held for a half-century.

Under Fiedler's direction, the Boston Pops reportedly made more recordings than any other orchestra in the world, most of them for RCA Victor, with total sales of albums, singles, tapes, and cassettes exceeding $50 million. His recordings began in July 1935 at Boston's Symphony Hall with RCA, including a world premiere recording of Gade's Jalousie, which eventually sold over a million copies, and the first complete recording of Rhapsody in Blue by George Gershwin (with Jesus Maria Sanroma as soloist). His June 1947 recording of Gaite Parisienne by Jacques Offenbach was eventually released by RCA as their very first long-playing classical album, in 1950. He recorded the same music in 1954 in stereo and began making regular stereo recordings in 1956. Besides recording light classics, Fiedler also recorded music from Broadway shows and Hollywood film scores, as well as arrangements of popular music, especially the Beatles. There were also recordings of chamber music by his Sinfonietta. Fiedler was also associated with the San Francisco Pops Orchestra for 26 summers (beginning in 1949), and conducted many other orchestras throughout the world.

As a hobby, he was fascinated by the work of firefighters, and would travel in his own vehicle to large fires in and around Boston at any time of the day or night to watch the firefighters at work. He was even made an "Honorary Captain" in the Boston Fire Department.

Fiedler died in Brookline, Massachusetts, at the age of 84. After his death, Boston honored him with an abstract sculpture, an oversized bust of Fielder, near the Charles River Esplanade, home of the free concert series that continues through the present day.

Erskine Caldwell
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Erskine Preston Caldwell (December 17, 1903-April 11, 1987) was an American author born in a house in the woods outside Moreland, Georgia in Coweta County. Caldwell was the son of a minister in the Associate Reformed Presbyterian Church.

His early childhood was spent moving from state to state across the South, as his father found a position in one church after another.

Later, he attended, but did not graduate from, Erskine College. He was athletic, played football, stood six feet tall, and has been described by one of his publishers to have an unusually kind face and otherwise angelic appearance. His political sympathies lay with blue collar workers, and as he went from job to job in his younger days, drew on his experiences with common workers to write books that extolled the simple life of those less fortunate than he was. Later in life, he gave seminars on low income tenant-sharecroppers in the American South.

His first and second published works were Bastard (1929) and Damn Fool (1930) but the works for which he is most famous are his novels Tobacco Road (1932) and God's Little Acre (1933).

When his first book came out, it was banned (perhaps on the basis of the title alone, as bastard can be taken for an epithet), and copies were seized by authorities. Later, on the publication of God's Little Acre, authorities went even further and, at the instigation of the New York Literary Society (apparently incensed at Caldwell's choice of titles), arrested Caldwell and seized his copies when he went to New York for a book-signing event. A full trial exonerated Caldwell completely, and he counter-sued for false arrest and malicious prosecution.

Through the 1930s, Caldwell and his wife ran a bookstore in Maine.

Caldwell was married to photographer Margaret Bourke-White from 1939 to 1942, and they collaborated on You Have Seen Their Faces (1937).

At the height of World War II, Caldwell obtained papers from the USSR that allowed him to travel to the Ukraine and work as a foreign correspondent documenting the war effort there. Disillusionment with the stifling intrigues of the Stalinist regime led him to pen a four page short story, Message for Genevieve, published on returning to the United States in 1944. In this story, a woman journalist is executed by a firing squad after being tried in a secret court on charges of espionage.

After he came back from World War II, Caldwell took up residence in San Francisco. His ex-wife kept the bookstore in Maine as a property settlement.

During the last twenty years of his life, he got into the habit of traveling around the world for six months out of each year, and he took with him numerous notebooks to jot down his ideas on. Many of these notebooks were not published, but became part of his legacy upon his death, and can be examined in a museum dedicated to him. The house he was born in was moved from its initial site and preserved, and was made into a museum closer to town.

A lifelong smoker, Caldwell died of a tobacco-related illness on April 11, 1987.

Happy Birthday to me
Happy Birthday to me
Happy Birthday to Piffka and me
Happy Birthday to me!

a little wake up music from the beatles

Here Comes The Sun

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it's all right

Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it's all right

Little darling, the smile's returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it's all right

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it's all right
here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and i say it's all right
It's all right


Good Day Sunshine

Good Day Sunshine, Good Day Sunshine, Good Day Sunshine

I need to laugh and when the sun is out
I've got something I can laugh about
I feel good in a special way
I'm in love and it's a sunny day

Good Day Sunshine, Good Day Sunshine, Good Day Sunshine

We take a walk, the sun is shining down
Burns my feet as they touch the ground

Good Day Sunshine, Good Day Sunshine, Good Day Sunshine

Then we'd lie beneath the shady tree
I love her and she's loving me
She feels good, she knows she's looking fine
I'm so proud to know that she is mine.

Good Day Sunshine, Good Day Sunshine, Good Day Sunshine


Good Morning Good Morning

Nothing to do to save his life call his wife in
Nothing to say but what a day how's your boy been
Nothing to do it's up to you
I've got nothing to say but it's O.K.
Good morning, good morning...
Going to work don't want to go feeling low down
Heading for home you start to roam then you're in town
Everybody knows there's nothing doing
Everything is closed it's like a ruin
Everyone you see is half asleep.
And you're on your own you're in the street
Good morning, good morning...
After a while you start to smile now you feel cool.
Then you decide to take a walk by the old school.
Nothing has changed it's still the same
I've got nothing to say but it's O.K.
Good morning, good morning...
People running round it's five o'clock.
Everywhere in town is getting dark.
Everyone you see is full of life.
It's time for tea and meet the wife.
Somebody needs to know the time, glad that I'm here.
Watching the skirts you start to flirt now you're in gear.
Go to a show you hope she goes.
I've got nothing to say but it's O.K.
Good morning, good morning...

good morning a2k, we've got a special dedication going out to piffka and clary

Happy Birthday to Me
Cracker

I was having a good sleep
in my car
In the, parking lot of the
Showboat Casino hotel

I say, "I remember you
you drive like a PTA mother"
You brought me draft beer
in a plastic cup

I'm feeling thankful
for the small things, today
I'm feeling thankful
for the small things, today

Happy, Happy Birthday to me
Happy Birthday to me
and to you

Happy, Happy Birthday to me
Happy Birthday to me
and to you-ah

I'm feeling thankful
for the small things, today
I'm feeling thankful
for the small things, today

I remember you
I crashed your wedding
With some, orange crepe paper
and some Halloween candy

A sometimes
I wish I were Catholic
I don't know why
I guess I'm happy to see your face
at a time like this

Happy, Happy Birthday to me
Happy Birthday to me
and to you-ah

Happy, Happy Birthday to me
Happy Birthday to me
and to you-ah

Happy Birthday baby, to me
Happy Birthday, to me
Happy Birthday, to me
Happy Birthday, to me

Ray Noble (musician)
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Ray Noble was a British bandleader, composer, arranger and actor. Noble was born in Brighton, England on December 17, 1903 and died in London on April 3, 1978. Noble studied music at Cambridge and became leader of the HMV Records studio band in 1929. The band, known as the New Mayfair Dance Orchestra, featured members of many of the top hotel orchestras of the day. The most popular vocalist with Noble's studio band was Al Bowlly.

The Bowlly/Noble recordings achieved popularity in the United States. Union bans prevented Noble from taking British musicians to America so he arranged for Glenn Miller to recruit American musicians. The American Ray Noble band had a successful run at the Rainbow Room in New York City with Bowlly as principal vocalist.

Bowlly returned to England but Noble continued to lead bands in America, moving into an acting career portraying a stereotypical upper-class English idiot. His last major successes as a bandleader came with Buddy Clark in the late 1940s.

Noble wrote both lyrics and music and contributed "Love Is The Sweetest Thing" and "Cherokee" to the rolls of great popular music. His song "The Very Thought Of You" is among the greatest of all popular songs and the recording by Al Bowlly with Noble's studio orchestra is incomparable. Another significant recording of the song was made by the American jazz singer Ella Fitzgerald, on her 1961 album Ella Swings Gently with Nelson.

Ray Noble was also an arranger who scored a lot of hits in the 1930s: "Easy to Love" (1937), "Mad About the Boy" (1935), "Paris in the Spring" (1935).

Ray Noble worked with Al Bowlly.

For a sample of a Ray Noble and Al Bowlly classic, the song "guilty" can be found on the Amelie film soundtrack.

Noble also provided music for many radio teams like "Charlie MacCarthy and Edgar Burgan," as well as on "Burns And Allen," where in addition to leading the band he played a somewhat "dense" character who was in love with Gracie Allen. His catchphrase was "Gracie this is the first time we ever been alone together."

O'Leary showed up at Mass one Sunday and the priest almost fell down when he saw him.
O'Leary had never been seen in church in his life.
After Mass, the priest caught O'Leary and said
"O'Leary, I am so glad you decided to come to Mass, what made you come?"
O'Leary said, "I got to be honest with you Father, a while back,
I misplaced my hat and I really, really love that hat.
I know that Shaunassy had one just like mine and I knew that Shaunassy came
to church every Sunday.
I also knew that Shaunassy had to take off his hat during Mass and I figured he would leave
it in the back of church. So, I was going to leave after Communion and steal Shaunassy's hat."
The priest said,
"Well, O'Leary, I notice that you didn't steal Shaunassy's hat. What changed your mind?"
O'Leary said "Well, after I heard your sermon on the 10 commandments,
I decided that I didn't need to steal Shaunassy's hat."
The priest gave O'Leary a big smile and said "After I talked about 'Thou Shalt Not Steal'
you decided you would rather do without your hat than burn in Hell, right?"
O'Leary shook his head and said "No, Father, after you talked about
'Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery' I remembered where I left my hat."

Frank Sinatra - The Very Thought of You




The very thought of you and I forget to do
The ordinary things that everyone ought to do.
I'm living in a kind of daydream, I'm happy as a king,
Foolish though it may seem, to me that's everything.
The mere idea of you, the longing here for you,
You'll never know how slow the moments go till I'm near to you.
I see you face in every flower, your eyes in stars above,
It's just the thought of you, the very thought of you, my love.