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Wonderful, dys. I am afraid that we are not very original here, but tend to be traditional.

I would like to salute our dj. He has wished every corner of our earth a happy holiday and a merry Christmas.

Stayed up too late last evening. Do NOT bother watching "The Wicker Man" remake. TERRIBLE.

"Woman in the water" wasn't bad, however.

Speaking of water:


Wade in the Water
Wade in the Water, children
wade in the Wate
God's gonna trouble the Water

Who's that yonder dressed in red
Wade in the Water
Must be the Children that Moses led
And God's gonna trouble the Water

Refrain

Who's that yonder dressed in white
Wade in the Water
Must be the Children of the Israelites
God's gonna trouble the Water

Refrain

Who's that yonder dressed in blue
Wade in the Water
Must be Children coming through
And God's gonna trouble the Water

Refrain

If you don't believe I've been redeemed
Wade in the Water
Just see the holy ghost looking for me
God's gonna trouble the Water

by Eva Cassidy.

this is for our little bird, Koto--it's his 2nd hatch-day.


Oh, lullaby of birdland
That's what I always hear,
When you sigh,
Never in my wordland could there be ways to reveal
in a phrase how I feel

Have you ever heard two turtle doves
Bill and coo, when they love?
That's the kind of magic music we make with our lips
When we kiss

And there's a weepy old willow
He really knows how to cry,
That's how I'd cry on my pillow
If you should tell me farewell and goodbye

Lullaby of birdland whisper low
Kiss me sweet, and we'll go
Flying high in birdland, high in the sky up above
All because we're in love

Hey, Mr. Turtle. I see you are familiar with George Shearing. Love that song whether or no it's for the birds. <smile>

Hey, M.D. Here's one for you and J.M.

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire,
Jack Frost nipping on your nose,
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir,
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.

Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe,
Help to make the season bright.
Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow,
Will find it hard to sleep tonight.

They know that Santa's on his way;
He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh.
And every mother's child is going to spy,
To see if reindeer really know how to fly.

And so I'm offering this simple phrase,
To kids from one to ninety-two,
Although its been said many times, many ways,
A very Merry Christmas to you

Guess who wrote and sang that.

Ok, I am NOT going to do the legend of blue willow china.

how time flies ... only another seven days and we'll be in the new year !
i suggest it's time to practice a bit for the traditional new-year's-eve-song .
if you agree , loosen up those vocal cords and join in !
hbg

Auld Lang Syne by Robert Burns

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And auld lang syne?

Chorus:
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne!

We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu'd the gowans fine,
But we've wander'd mony a weary fit
Sin auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl't in the burn
Frae morning sun till dine,
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin auld lang syne.

And there's a hand, my trusty fiere,
And gie's a hand o' thine,
And we'll tak a right guid willie-waught
For auld lang syne!

And surely ye'll be your pint' stowp,
And surely I'll be mine,
And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne!

Oh, my gorsh, hamburger. It didn't make any difference what time of year it was, Bud always coerced everyone at our get togethers to sing that one in jazz harmony. After the champagne, I am surprised that we were pretty good. Hmmm. I do wonder if Robert Burns could sing.<smile>

Here is a favorite of mine that I often sang at the New Year's Eve gig. Made more money in one night than I did all week at teaching. That was spent on the kid's presents.

Diana Krall - What Are You Doing New Year's Eve

When the bells all ring and the horns all blow
And the couples we know are fondly kissing.
Will I be with you or will I be among the missing?

Maybe it's much too early in the game
Ooh, but I thought I'd ask you just the same
What are you doing New Year's
New Year's eve?

Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight
When it's exactly twelve o'clock that night
Welcoming in the New Year
New Year's eve

Maybe I'm crazy to suppose
I'd ever be the one you chose
Out of a thousand invitations
You received

Ooh, but in case I stand one little chance
Here comes the jackpot question in advance:
What are you doing New Year's
New Year's Eve?

Letty, a velvet fog has fallen over my memory of who wrote the Christmas song, maybe because it's cold outside?

(I really can't stay) But baby it's cold outside
(Got to go away) But baby it's cold outside
(This evening has been) Been hoping you'd drop in
(So very nice) I'll hold your hands they're just like ice
(My mother will start to worry) Beautiful watch you're wearing
(My father will be pacing the floor) Listen to the fireplace roar
(So really I'd better scurry) Beautiful please don't hurry
(Well maybe just half a drink) Put some records on while I pour
(The neighbors might think) Baby it's bad out there
(Say what's in this drink) No cabs to be had out there
(I wish I knew how) Your eyes are like starlight now
(To break this spell) I'll take your hat your hair looks swell
(I ought to say no no) Mind if I move in closer
(At least I'm going to say I tried) What's the sense of hurting my pride
(I really can't stay) Baby don't hold out
(Both) Baby it's cold outside

(I simply must go) Baby it's cold outside
(The answer is no) Baby it's cold outside
(The welcome has been) How lucky that you dropped in
(So nice and warm) Look out the window at the storm
(My sister will be suspicious) Gosh your lips look delicious
(My brother will be there at the door) Waves upon a tropical shore
(My maiden aunt's mind is vicious) Gosh your lips are delicious
(But maybe just a cigarette) Never such a blizzard before
(I got to get home) But baby you'd freeze out there
(Say lend me a comb) It's up to your knees out there
(You've really been grand) I thrill when you touch my hand
(But don't you see) How can you do this to me
(There's bound to be talk tomorrow) Think of my life long sorrow
(At least they'll be plenty implied) If you caught pneumonia and died
(I really can't stay) Get over that old doubt
(Both) Baby it's cold
(Both) Baby it's cold outside

Believe it or not, Turtle, there is a white and velvet fog creeping in from the ocean just as Sandburg has often predicted. What a prognosticator.

Sometimes, M.D., I wish it were cold outside. Love that song, however.

Since it is the end of Christmas day, I think I will get a little Spode into our wee cyber station. Ready for this?

"The Willow Legend"

Long ago in China, in a magnificent palace surrounded by trees, lived a Mandarin, his daughter, Koong-shee, and his secretary, Chang. Chang and Koong-shee fell in love, but Chang was a commoner and she the daughter of a noble. Still their love grew as they met beneath a willow tree in the garden. When the Mandarin discovered their secret, he banished Chang & imprisoned Koong-shee by encircling the palace with a zig-zag fence.



Then he promised her hand to another. He had a feast to celebrate and after, when all fell asleep, Chang crept into the palace and fled with Koong-shee, The Mandarin awoke and pursued them across the little bridge that spans the river.



The lovers escaped, but soon the Mandarin discovered where they were hiding and sent his men to kill the couple. They came upon Chang as he was working his fields and killed him. Koong-shee, who had seen the entire scene from afar, rushed into the pavilion and set it afire. She was determined to be with Chang in death as she had been in life.

The gods, looking down on the tragedy, took pity on the lovers and transformed their souls into a pair of immortal lovebirds to forever live in the pagoda.


We can still see Chang & Koong-shee, flying over the willow tree where they first pledged their love. Their story lives forever on the Willow pattern.



This story was first told in poems of traveling story tellers thousands of years ago. In the early 1800's the famous English ceramic manufacturers Spode decided to depict the pattern on some chinaware. It was an overnight sensation and over the years hundreds of firms copied the pattern. Today avid collectors will pay thousands of dollars to own the early or famous examples of the Blue Willow pattern. Through the years, manufacturers have produced Red Willow, Green Willow and I have even seen Brown Willow, but the original Cobalt Blue color has always been the most prized version to collectors.

I still remember my blue willow doll dishes that I got for Christmas, and I wasn't even in kindergarten.

well hamburger got the ball rolling, with a new years song

so here's DCFC, with an ode to the changing of the year

The New Year
Death Cab For Cutie

so this is the new year.
and i don't feel any different.
the clanking of crystal
explosions off in the distance (in the distance).

so this is the new year
and I have no resolutions
for self assigned penance
for problems with easy solutions

so everybody put your best suit or dress on
let's make believe that we are wealthy for just this once
lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn
as thirty dialogues bleed into one

i wish the world was flat like the old days
then i could travel just by folding a map
no more airplanes, or speedtrains, or freeways
there'd be no distance that can hold us back.

there'd be no distance that could hold us back (x2)

so this is the new year (x4)

Hey, dj. I would like to say that you covered all possible countries and continents with your honest best wishes and balanced threads.

Yep, Canada. Your song sorta tells it straight; resolutions, like rules, are made, because they are expected to be broken.

"Ah, sleep it is a gentle thing beloved from pole to pole; to Mary queen the praise be given; she sent the gentle sleep from heaven that slid into my soul."

Goodnight all

From Letty with love.

Good morning, WA2K.

Inspired by baldimo's and snood's thread on James Brown, I thought I would open the "day after" with this one:

Tina Turner - What's Love Got To Do With It Lyrics


YOU MUST UNDERSTAND
THAT THE TOUCH OF YOUR HAND
MAKES MY PULSE REACT
THAT IT`S ONLY THAT THRILL
OF BOY MEETING GIRL
OPPOSITES ATTRACT

IT`S PHYSICAL
ONLY LOGICAL
YOU MUST TRY TO IGNORE
THAT IT MEANS MORE THAN THAT

[CHORUS]
OH WHATS LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT
WHAT`S LOVE BUT A SECOND HAND EMOTION
WHAT`S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT
WHO NEEDS A HEART
WHEN A HEART CAN BE BROKEN

IT MAY SEEM TO YOU
THAT I`M ACTING CONFUSED
WHEN YOU`RE CLOSE TO ME
IF I TEND TO LOOK DAZED
I`VE READ IT SOMEPLACE
I`VE GOT CAUSE TO BE

THERE`S A NAME FOR IT
THERE`S A PHRASE FOR IT
BUT WHATEVER THE REASON
YOU DO IT FOR ME

[CHORUS]

I`VE BEEN THINKING OF A NEW DIRECTION
BUT I HAVE TO SAY
I`VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT MY OWN PROTECTION
IT SCARES ME TO FEEL THAT WAY

WHAT`S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT
WHAT`S LOVE BUT A SWEET OLD FASHIONED NOTION
WHAT`S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT
WHO NEEDS A HEART WHEN A HEART CAN BE BROKEN

and then, folks, there's the co-dependent song by Alice Cooper, "Only Women Bleed."

well it's boxing day in canada

all th lunatics are at the mall looking for bargains

warren zevon had something to say about boxing

Boom Boom Mancini
Warren Zevon

Hurry home early - hurry on home
Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon
Hurry home early - hurry on home
Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon

From Youngstown, Ohio, Ray "Boom Boom" Mancini
A lightweight contender, like father like son
He fought for the title with Frias in Vegas
And he put him away in round number one

Hurry home early - hurry on home
Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon
Hurry home early - hurry on home
Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon

When Alexis Arguello gave Boom Boom a beating
Seven weeks later he was back in the ring
Some have the speed and the right combinations
If you can't take the punches it don't mean a thing

Hurry home early - hurry on home
Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon
Hurry home early - hurry on home
Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon

When they asked him who was responsible
For the death of Du Koo Kim
He said, "Someone should have stopped the fight, and told me it was him."
They made hypocrite judgments after the fact
But the name of the game is be hit and hit back

Hurry home early - hurry on home
Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon
Hurry home early - hurry on home
Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon

Richard Widmark
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


Richard Widmark (born December 26, 1914 in Sunrise, Minnesota) is an Academy Award-nominated American film actor.

For his contribution to the motion picture industry, Richard Widmark has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 6800 Hollywood Boulevard. In 2002, he was inducted into the Western Performers Hall of Fame at the National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma.


Biography

Richard Widmark grew up in Princeton, Illinois, and attended Lake Forest College, where he studied acting. He taught acting at the college after graduation, before debuting on radio in 1938 in Aunt Jenny's Real Life Stories. He appeared on Broadway in 1943 in Kiss and Tell. He was unable to join the military during World War II because of a perforated eardrum.

Widmark's first movie appearance was in 1947's Kiss of Death, as the giggling, sociopathic villain Tommy Udo. His most notorious scene in the film found Udo pushing a wheelchair-bound old woman (played by Mildred Dunnock) down a flight of stairs to her death. Kiss of Death was a commercial and critical success, and started Widmark's seven-year contract with 20th Century Fox. He was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor for his role as Udo. Widmark's character in this film was the inspiration for the song, "The Ballad of Tommy Udo" by the band Kaleidoscope.

Widmark became so popular so fast that it was only two years later that he had his handprints cast in cement at Grauman's Chinese Theater. In the intervening two years, he had appeared in Slattery's Hurricane, Down to the Sea in Ships, Yellow Sky, Road House and The Street with No Name.

Widmark was married to his first wife, Jean Hazlewood, from April 5, 1942, until her death on March 2, 1997. Their daughter, Anne Heath Widmark, married baseball legend Sandy Koufax on January 1, 1969. In September of 1999, Widmark married Susan Blanchard, who was earlier Henry Fonda's third wife.

Hey, dj. It's Boxing Day in Australia as well, and speaking of "lunar ticks" (all has to do with the moon, doesn't it?)

Donald Trump is suing Florida
More people have died in Iraq than during the 9/11 horror
Michael Jackson sues ex accountants.

and then, folks, there's Maureen McGovern's song:


Britney Spears Drunk or Stoned?
From the Movie "The poseidon Adventure"


There's got to be a morning after
If we can hold on through the night
We have a chance to find the sunshine
Let's keep on lookin' for the light

Oh, can't you see the morning after?
It's waiting right outside the storm
Why don't we cross the bridge together
And find a place that's safe and warm?

It's not too late, we should be giving
Only with love can we climb
It's not too late, not while we're living
Let's put our hands out in time

There's got to be a morning after
We're moving closer to the shore
I know we'll be there by tomorrow
And we'll escape the darkness
We won't be searchin' any more

There's got to be a morning after
(There's got to be a morning after)
There's got to be a morning after
(There's got to be a morning after)
There's got to be a morning after
(There's got to be a morning after)
There's got to be a morning after
(There's got to be a morning after)
There's got to be a morning after
FADE
(There's got to be a morning after

In the meantime, in between times here comes the hawk. <smile>

Alan King
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


Born December 26, 1927
New York City, New York, U.S.A.
Died May 9, 2004
New York City, New York, U.S.A.

Alan King (December 26, 1927 - May 9, 2004), born Irwin Alan Kniberg, was an American comedian known for his biting wit and often angry humorous rants. King became well-known as a Jewish comedian and satirist. He appeared in a number of movies and television shows. King wrote several books, produced films, and appeared in plays. In later years, he helped many philanthropic causes.





Childhood

The youngest of several children, King spent his first years on the Lower East Side of Manhattan. Later, King's family moved to Brooklyn. King used humor to survive in the tough neighborhoods. As a child, King performed impersonations on street corners for pennies.

When he was fourteen, King performed "Brother, Can You Spare A Dime" on the radio program Major Bowes Original Amateur Hour. He lost first prize, but was invited to join a nationwide tour.

At fifteen, King dropped out of high school to perform comedy at the Hotel Gradus in the Catskill Mountains. After one joke that made fun of the hotel's owner, King was fired. He worked in Canada in a burlesque house while also fighting as a professional boxer. He won twenty straight fights before losing. Nursing a broken nose, King decided to quit boxing and focus on his comedy career. King began working as a doorman at the popular nightclub Leon and Eddie's while performing comedy under the last name of the boxer who beat him, "King."


Career

King began his comedy career with one-liner routines and other material concerning mothers-in-law and Jews. King's style of comedy changed when he saw Danny Thomas performing in the early 1950s. King realized that Thomas was talking to his audience, not at them, and was getting a better response. King changed his own style from one-liners to a more conversational style that used everyday life for humor. His comedy inspired other comedians like Jerry Seinfeld and Billy Crystal.

King married Jeanette Sprung in 1947. They had three children, Andrew, Robert, and Elainie Ray. His wife persuaded him to move to Forest Hills, Queens for their children. There, he developed comedy revolving around life in suburbia. With America moving to suburbs, King's humor took off.

King began opening for many celebrities including Judy Garland, Patti Page, Nat King Cole, Billy Eckstine, Lena Horne and Tony Martin. When Martin was cast in the movie Hit the Deck, he suggested King for a part, which gave King his first movie role. King played small roles in movies in the 1950s, but disliked playing stereotypical roles that he described as "always the sergeant from Brooklyn named Kowalski." [1] King eventually expanded his range and made a name for himself playing gangsters in five movies, including Cats Eye and The Anderson Tapes.

Like many other Jewish comics, King worked the Catskill circuit known as the Borscht Belt. His career took off after appearances on the Ed Sullivan, Perry Como, and Garry Moore Shows. King also became a regular guest host for The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson, hosted the Oscars in 1972, and was the MC for President John F. Kennedy's inauguration in 1961. King was also the long-standing host of the New York Friar's Club celebrity roasts.

King was the first recipient (1888) of the award for American Jewish humor from the National Foundation for Jewish Culture. The award was subsequently renamed in his honor.


Personal life

Throughout his life, King was deeply involved in charity work. He founded the Alan King Medical Center in Jerusalem, raised funds for the Nassau Center for Emotionally Disturbed Children (near his home in King's Point, Long Island, New York), and established a chair in dramatic arts at Brandeis University. He also created the Laugh Well program, which sends comedians to hospitals to perform for patients. In the 1970s, King turned his passion for tennis into a pro tournament in Las Vegas called the Alan King Tennis Classic, which was carried on national TV by the TVS Television Network. He also started the Toyota Comedy Festival.

King died at the Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center in Manhattan on May 9, 2004, after succumbing to lung cancer. He was 76.


Quotes

"Why is everybody carrying on about Woolworth's? Have you ever eaten at the counter at Woolworth's? If you wanted to sit in the Colony Club, I could understand." -King on lunch counter sit-ins during the 1960s

"The banks have a new image. Now you have 'a friend,' your friendly bank. If the banks are so friendly, how come they chain down the pens?"

"My brother is the youngest member of the College of Physicians and Surgeons. And I wouldn't let him cut my nails."

"Because no one could make the announcement 'Miss Garland will not appear tonight' better than I could." -King on why he opened for Judy Garland

"Modesty is not one of my virtues."

Queen Elizabeth II: "How do you do, Mr. King?"
Alan King: "How do you do, Mrs. Queen?"

"It even cleared out your nostrils, your sinuses, and the wax in your ears." -King on his mother's enemas

"As life's pleasures go, food is second only to sex. Except for salami and eggs. Now that's better than sex, but only if the salami is thickly sliced."

"There's gotta be a better way for a nice Jewish boy to make a living." -King on boxing

"The world is full of little dictators trying to run your life."

"Did you hear the one about the elderly Jew on his deathbed who sent for a priest, after declaring to his astonished relatives that 'I want to convert.' Asked why he would become a Catholic, after living all his life as a Jew, he answered: 'Better one of them should die than one of us.'"

"You only live once, except for Shirley MacLaine."

An old man walks into a bar, sits down, and starts crying.

The bartender asks, "What's wrong?"

The old man looks at the bartender through teary eyes and between
sobs says, "I married a beautiful woman two days ago. She's a natural
blonde, twenty-five, intelligent, a marvelous cook, a meticulous
housekeeper, Extremely sensitive to my wants and needs, very giving,
my best friend, and intensely passionate in bed."

The bartender stares at the old man for a brief moment and says, "But
that sounds great! You have what every man wants in a woman, so why
are crying?"

The old man looks at the bartender and says, "I can't remember where
I live!"

Well, Bob, you just gave us another chuckle. Thanks, Boston, for the great bio's today. Hope our Raggedy makes it to play, and hope all the Boston Charlie folks had a great holiday.

Here's one from Steve Allen:


Look somewhere above her, pretend you don't love her -
Pretend you don't see her at all.

Pretend you don't see her, my heart,
Although she is coming our way.
Pretend you don't need her, my heart,
But smile and pretend to be gay.

It's too late for running, my heart;
Chin up if the tears start to fall.
Look somewhere above her, pretend you don't love her -
Pretend you don't see her at all.

Pretend you don't see her, my heart,
Although she is coming our way.
Pretend you don't need her, my heart,
But smile and pretend to be gay.

It's too late for running, my heart;
Chin up if the tears start to fall.
Look somewhere above her; pretend you don't love her -
Pretend you don't see her at all.

Add another couple of "lunar tick" lines to the list:

"too cerebral"
"U.S. Postal Service"

Frosty the Snow Man

Frosty the snowman was a jolly happy soul,
With a corncob pipe and a button nose
and two eyes made out of coal.
Frosty the snowman is a fairy tale, they say,
He was made of snow but the children
know how he came to life one day.
There must have been some magic in that
old silk hat they found.
For when they placed it on his head
he began to dance around.
O, Frosty the snowman
was alive as he could be,
And the children say he could laugh
and play just the same as you and me.
Thumpetty thump thump,
thumpety thump thump,
Look at Frosty go.
Thumpetty thump thump,
thumpety thump thump,
Over the hills of snow.

Frosty the snowman knew
the sun was hot that day,
So he said, "Let's run and
we'll have some fun
now before I melt away."
Down to the village,
with a broomstick in his hand,
Running here and there all
around the square saying,
Catch me if you can.
He led them down the streets of town
right to the traffic cop.
And he only paused a moment when
he heard him holler "Stop!"
For Frosty the snow man
had to hurry on his way,
But he waved goodbye saying,
"Don't you cry,
I'll be back again some day."
Thumpetty thump thump,
thumpety thump thump,
Look at Frosty go.
Thumpetty thump thump,
thumpety thump thump,
Over the hills of snow.

Frosty, Try? I used to build snowmen when I was a wee thing. My hands would get numb, then I would run inside until they thawed. Thanks for that memory, buddy.

An inspirational poem from John Henry, Cardinal Newman. Later, it was set to music, and if I remember correctly, he was trying to make a decision whether to remain a Roman catholic.



The Pillar of Cloud

LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom,
Lead Thou me on!
The night is dark, and I am far from home --
Lead Thou me on!
Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene, -- one step enough for me.

I was not ever thus, nor pray'd that Thou
Shouldst lead me on.
I loved to choose and see my path; but now
Lead Thou me on!
I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears,
Pride ruled my will; remember not past years.

So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still
Will lead me on,
O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till
The night is gone;
And with the morn those angel faces smile
Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.

The snow must go on.

Christmas For Cowboys
S. Weisberg (c) 1975

Tall in the saddle we spend Christmas day
Driving the cattle on the snow-covered plains.
All of the good gifts given today;
Ours is the sky and the wide open range.

Back in the cities, they have different ways,
Football and eggnog and Christmas parades.
I'll take the blanket; I'll take the reins;
Christmas for Cowboys and wide open plains.

A campfire for warmth as we stop for the night;
The stars overhead are the Christmas-tree lights.
The wind sings a hymn as we bow down to pray;
Christmas for Cowboys and the wide open plains.

It's tall in the saddle we spend Christmas Day,
Driving the cattle on the snow-covered plains.
So many gifts have been opened today;
Ours is the sky and the wide open range.
It's Christmas for Cowboys and wide open plains.