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Oops, Raggedy. While I was looking for Johnny doughboy who found a rose in Ireland, you "rose" from the developing studio with your famous photographs.

Ah, how cute and sweet is our Pillsbury. Nothing says lovin' like that poor deceased child.

Thanks for Irene and Audrey, PA.

picked up some cd's at the library this morning , including :
harry james and (a young) frank sinatra .
hbg

from the cd :

Lyric Title: This Is No Dream
Sung By: Frank Sinatra

This is no dream
That's what my heart keeps saying
This is no dream, this is real
Stars dance above,
Heavenly music's playing
This must be love the way I feel,
Here you are in all your loveliness;
This moment is divine, darling.
Your eyes just beam telling me loves old story;
This is no dream, you're really mine

Lovely, hamburger.

Sinatra did this one, but I had no idea it was written by Longfellow for Civil War morale.


Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) Words: Hen­ry W. Long­fel­low, 1864.

Music: Walt­ham (Cal­kin), John B. Cal­kin, 1872 (MI­DI, score). Al­ter­nate tune:

Mainzer, Jo­seph Mainz­er, cir­ca 1845 (MI­DI, score)

John B. Calkin (1827-1905)


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I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along the unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

Till ringing, singing on its way
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

And in despair I bowed my head
"There is no peace on earth," I said,
"For hate is strong and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men."

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
"God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail
With peace on earth, good will to men."

For those who care to listen.....

http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/i/h/iheardtb.htm

The Thunder Rolls
Garth Brooks

Three thirty in the morning, not a soul insight
The city's lookin like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night
Raindrops on the windshield
There's a storm movin in
He's headin back from somewhere
That he never should have been
And the thunder rolls, and the thunder rolls

Every light is burnin in a house across town
She's pacin by the telephone in her faded flannel gown
Askin' for miracle, hopin she's not right
Prayin' it's the weather that's kept him out all night
And the thunder rolls, and the thunder rolls

The thunder rolls and the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold on a sleepless night
As the storm blows all out of control
Deep in her heart the thunder rolls

She's waitin by the window when he pulls into the drive
She rushes out to hold him thankful he's alive
But on the wind and rain a strange new perfume blows
And the lightnin flashes in her eyes and he knows that she knows
And the thunder rolls and the thunder rolls

The thunder rolls and the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold on a sleepless night
As the storm blows all out of control
Deep in her heart the thunder rolls

* Here are the extra verses from the longer version

She runs back down the hallway to the bedroom door
She reaches for the pistol kept in the dresser drawer
Tells the lady in the mirror, he won't do this again
Cause tonight will be the last time she'll wonder where he's been

The thunder rolls and the lightnin strikes
Another love grows cold, dark, on a sleepless night
As the storm blows all out of control
Deep in her heart the thunder rolls

My Life on the Moon

Life on the moon
Ain`t really bad
When you`re in love
And feelin` sad

Nowhere on Earth
To run from the blues
No one in space
Bringin` bad news

My life on the moon
Goes on like a dream
I stay there and pretty soon
Trouble lifts like a moonbeam

Life on the moon
Away from it all
Then like a tune
My lover's call

As down to Earth
I hurry on home
For what it's worth
Our happy home

My life on the moon
Goes on like a dream
I stay there and pretty soon
Trouble lifts like a moonbeam

edgar, Is that the moon song that you were searching for? Love it, Texas.

I also like that rolling thunder song, because it reminds me of MY ocean that hits the beach like thunder.

Now here is something really interesting, listeners:



Virgin dragon to give birth in holiday season.

CHESTER, England - As Christmas approaches, a virgin mother is anxiously awaiting the arrival of her offspring. She's Flora, the Komodo dragon.

In an evolutionary twist, Flora has managed to become pregnant all on her own without any male help. It would seem the timing is auspicious: The seven baby Komodo dragons are due this festive season.

"We were blown away when we realized what she'd done," said Kevin Buley, a reptile expert at Flora's home at the Chester Zoo in this town in northern England. "But we certainly won't be naming any of the hatchlings Jesus."

Love it!

That be's it, Letty.

Wonderful, edgar. When I get down, or preoccupied with other's troubles I tend to shift the focus to music. It will either make you cry or make you smile or just lie there.

Well, Walter told me that I had been crazy for a while, and it made me smile, so here is one from Paul Simon:

by paul simon

I met my old lover
On the street last night
She seemed so glad to see me
I just smiled
And we talked about some old times
And we drank ourselves some beers
Still crazy afler all these years
Oh, still crazy after all these years

Im not the kind of man
Who tends to socialize
I seem to lean on
Old familiar ways
And I aint no fool for love songs
That whisper in my ears
Still crazy afler all these years
Oh, still crazy after all these years

Four in the morning
Crapped out, yawning
Longing my life a--way
Ill never worry
Why should i?
Its all gonna fade

Now I sit by my window
And I watch the cars
I fear Ill do some damage
One fine day
But I would not be convicted
By a jury of my peers
Still crazy after all these years
Oh, still crazy
Still crazy
Still crazy after all these years

It's great to be crazy like Paul Simon.

Nice kind of crazy, right?

When I did the song by Longfellow, I had to get up and leave the studio. I simply couldn't bear to listen, but then it is good to have those moments of insight.

From Lady Day:

I say I'll move the mountains
And I'll move the mountains
If he wants them out of the way
Crazy he calls me
Sure, I'm crazy
Crazy in love, I say
I say I'll go through fire
And I'll go through fire
As he wants it, so it will be
Crazy he calls me
Sure, I'm crazy
Crazy in love, you see
Like the wind that shakes the bough
He moves me with a smile
The difficult I'll do right now
The impossible will take a little while
I say I'll care forever
And I mean forever
If I have to hold up the sky
Crazy he calls me
Sure, I'm crazy
Crazy in love am I

I have the Longfellow song by Belafonte. It's great, no matter who sings it, I think.

Agreed, edgar.

Often, it is difficult to separate the belief from the music, and too many times, it is the simplest and sincerest thought that is the very best.

Georgeob1, for example, on Timber's Christmas card thread:

"Merry Christmas to you, Walter, and to Timber, Tico, BiPolar Bear, Letty, shewolfm, patiodog, Noddy, Foxfire, linkat, - even Gus, and to all the posters here who have endured my postings and made the experience generally a good one all year. A good time for us to remember that we are all just peiople, just passengers on a train whose destination none of us knows for sure."

I'm Beginning To See The Light
Lyrics as recorded by Kitty Kallen
w/ Harry James & His Orchestra in 1945

I never cared much for moonlit skies
I never wink back at fireflies
But now that the stars are in your eyes
I'm beginning to see the light

I never went in for afterglow
Or candlelight on the mistletoe
But now when you turn the lamp down low
I'm beginning to see the light

Used to ramble through the park
Shadowboxing in the dark
Then you came and caused a spark
That's a four-alarm fire now

I never made love by lantern-shine
I never saw rainbows in my wine
But now that your lips are burning mine
I'm beginning to see the light

Good early morning, WA2K liseners and contributors.

edgar, my word. I think Ella Fitzgerald did that one, buddy. Frankly, I never cared for scat, but I do understand that it is an attempt to use one's voice to reproduce the sound of an instrument.

A morning song, folks:

Amy Correia
Angels Collide:

Do you remember when you were a kid
And life was a lullaby
And the world that you dreamt in was king
Old oyster bed
And the whole sky was singing
And every song was good
Oh, where are you now
Angels collide in the neighborhood
Do you remember the ocean you left
Where every wave was a kiss
And the sand was a carpet you rode on
A stones throw away was your wish
chorus
Gone just like a photo you lost
Love turns its eyes away
Was it you crying in a company car
I saw on the freeway today
chorus

Scat singing irritates me. The version by Kitty Kalen is much better.

ok, Texas. So.....

Scat, cat

BOBBY RYDELL
The Alley Cat Song

Danish title is "Omkring et Flygel" (Around the Piano)

He goes on the prowl each night
Like an alley cat
Looking for some new delight
Like an alley cat

She can't trust him out of sight
There's no doubt of that
He just don't know wrong from right
Like an alley cat

He meets them
And loves them
And leaves them
Like that "Catsanova" does

That's no way to treat a pal
She should tell him "Scat!"
Aren't you sorry for that gal
And her alley cat?

He meets them
And loves them
And leaves them
Like that "Catsanova" does

He don't know what faithful means
There's no doubt of that
He's too busy makin' scenes
Like an alley cat

And that's the sad, sad tale of a lonesome quail
And her alley cat.

Edgar, that was my mother's favorite songs to sing. She'd always hum through parts and now.... "I'm Beginning To See The Light." Thanks for starting a sweet memory of my mom, long-gone.


Here was my dad's favorite song. He mostly sang the chorus. The version I'm offering is copywritten but the first few stanzas are, I think, traditional bluegrass lyrics which they've added to.

You Are My Sunshine
My only sunshine.
You make me happy
When skies are grey.
You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away

The other nite, dear,
As I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms.
When I awoke, dear,
I was mistaken
And I hung my head and cried.

You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine.
You make me happy
When skies are grey.
You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.

I'll always love you
And make you happy
If you will only say the same
But if you leave me
To love another
You'll regret it all some day;

You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine.
You make me happy
When skies are grey.
You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.

You told me once, dear
You really loved me
And no one else could come between
But now you've left me
And love another
You have shattered all my dreams;

You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine.
You make me happy
When skies are grey.
You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.

Louisiana my Louisiana
the place where I was borne.
White fields of cotton
-- green fields clover,
the best fishing
and long tall corn;

You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine.
You make me happy
When skies are grey.
You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.
Crawfish gumbo and jambalaya
the biggest shrimp and sugar cane,
the finest oysters
and sweet strawberries
from Toledo Bend to New Orleans;

You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine.
You make me happy
When skies are grey.
You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.

<Written>

Paul Winchell
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


Paul Winchell (December 21, 1922 - June 24, 2005), born Pinkus Wilchinski (the family later shortened the name to Wilchin) in New York City, was an American ventriloquist and voice actor whose fame flourished in the 1950s and 1960s. He was also an amateur inventor and he patented an artificial human heart which he donated to the University of Utah.

The ventriloquist figures for which he was best known include Jerry Mahoney and Knucklehead Smiff. Both figures were carved by Chicago-based figure maker Frank Marshall. His first series as a ventriloquist was actually on radio with Mahoney in 1943; the program was short-lived, as he was overshadowed by Edgar Bergen, though radio historian John Dunning, in his 1998 tome On the Air: The Encyclopedia of Old Time Radio, thought Winchell was the better ventriloquist.

His later career included a great deal of voice-over acting for animated cartoons, notably for Disney and Hanna-Barbera. For the latter, he played the character Dick Dastardly in several series (notably Wacky Races and Dastardly and Muttley), Fleagle Beagle on The Banana Splits Adventure Hour, and Gargamel on The Smurfs. For Disney, he was best known for voicing the character of Tigger from Disney's Winnie the Pooh films, and won a Grammy for his performance in Winnie the Pooh and Tigger Too. Beginning with the television series The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh, he alternated in the role with Jim Cummings, the current voice of Pooh. In a somewhat controversial move, Cummings took over permanently beginning with The Tigger Movie in 2000 (though Winchell played Tigger one last time in a Walt Disney World Pooh attraction). Other Disney roles included parts in The Aristocats as a Chinese cat and The Fox and the Hound as Boomer the woodpecker. On TV, he played Zummi Gummi on The Gummi Bears, and in commercials, voiced the Scrubbing Bubbles for Dow Chemicals. He also did the voice of Fearless Freddy the Shark Hunter on the Pink Panther cartoon spin-off Misterjaw in 1976.

Other work included on-camera guest appearances on such series as The Beverly Hillbillies, The Lucy Show, and The Brady Bunch, as well as a 1960 movie that included a compilation of Three Stooges shorts (Stop!, Look and Laugh), and a part in the Jerry Lewis movie Which Way to the Front?. On Love, American Style, he appeared with fellow ventriloquist Shari Lewis in a sketch about two shy people in a waiting room who choose to introduce themselves to each other through their dummies. He also provided the voices of Sam-I-Am and his unnamed friend on the animated Green Eggs and Ham from Dr. Suess.

Winchell's most successful TV show was "Winchell-Mahoney Time" (1965-1968). The show was produced at KTTV-TV, which was owned by Metromedia. In 1986, Winchell sued Metromedia over syndication rights to 288 surviving video tapes of the show. Metromedia responded by destroying the tapes. Subsequently, a jury awarded Winchell $17.8 million. [1]

Winchell's last regular on camera tv appearances were "The Storybook Squares" (A kids' version of the adult celebrity game show "The Hollywood Squares" which was seen Saturday mornings on The NBC TV Network during the 1969 tv season) and "Runaround", another kids' tv game show seen Saturday mornings on NBC TV from September, 1972 to September,1973. Winchell worked with his puppets on both series.

Winchell was quite interested in technology - particularly the internet - right up to the time of his death. He created a personal website which he personally developed and maintained until 2004. For a short time he operated the now-defunct website ProtectGod.com, which discussed the theology of the latter years of his life.

He had five children: one son Stacy Paul Winchell and a daughter Stephanie from his first marriage to Dorothy (Dottie) Movitz, a daughter April Winchell, a comedian and voice actress, from his second marriage, to actress Nina Russel, and two step-sons Larry and Keith Freeman from his third marriage, to Jean Freeman.

Winchell's autobiography, Winch (2004), exposed many dark areas of Winchell's life, which had hitherto been kept very private. The autobiography opened old wounds within the Winchell family, prompting daughter April to publicly defend her mother who was negatively portrayed in the book. Winchell estranged his children, who were not immediately notified of his death, as indicated by a message on April's website: "T.T.F.N. I got a phone call a few minutes ago, telling me that my father passed away yesterday. A source close to my dad, or at least, closer than I was, decided to tell me himself, instead of letting me find out on the news, which I appreciate. Apparently a decision had been made not to tell me, or my father's other children. My father was a very troubled and unhappy man. If there is another place after this one, it is my hope that he now has the peace that eluded him on earth."


Trivia

Howard Stern revealed in March 2006 that he carries a picture of Paul Winchell (and Knucklehead Smiff) around with him at all times.
Held patents for the first artificial heart, first disposable razor, a see-through garter belt, a flameless cigarette lighter, and a fountain pen with a retractable tip.
Created a surreal character by painting eyes and a nose on his chin, covering his face with a small costume, then having the camera inverted. The resulting pinheaded character seemed to have an immensely wide mouth and an amazingly mobile head; Winchell created this illusion by moving his chin back and forth. Impossible to describe, and impossible to forget.
John Fiedler, who voiced Piglet in the Winnie the Pooh films, died on June 25th - the day after Winchell's death.

Hey, Pif. Welcome back to our wee studio. I hope you get the chance to see "O Brother Where Art Thou", because the history of that song is satirically played out. That's the only time that I ever liked George Clooney.

While we await our BioBob to complete his celeb background, we might as well hear another pun--this time on the song, "It's a Long Way to Tipperary."

"On a business trip to London, Donald O'Niel entered a pet shop that boasted unusual pets. The salesman showed him a cute baby animal called a rary. The salesman said the rary was a new breed of pets imported from South America. The baby rary he had for sale was the size of a baby rabbit. It was covered with soft brown fur, had beautiful brown eyes, a small nose and mouth, and no legs. The salesman said the rary would make a perfect house pet because it could never run away. He placed the rary on the floor on a rug. The little animal just rolled around happily on the rug for a little while, then rested and allowed Donald to pet it."

"Donald immediately fell in love with the baby fur ball and took it home and gave it to Peggy who was thrilled with the unusual little animal. The pet ate grass which was plentiful around their house. The little guy was clean and not smelly, so they kept him in the living room."

"The rary grew quickly and was soon as big as a cat, then it grew to the size of a large dog. It kept the same shape like a fur ball and was nice and soft to pet, but when it grew to the size of a large horse, Peggy and Donald decided the giant had to be disposed of. Donald rented a large truck and hired some young men to help roll the animal from the house onto the bed of the truck, and they drove to a place looking over the White Cliffs Of Dover. The large rary was rolled to the very edge of the cliff. They were about to push him over the edge and get rid of him when the animal looked over the steep cliff and sang out, 'It's a Long Way To Tip-A-Rary!'"

Waiting for Raggedy to GROAN!