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Wow! Amigo. That looks exactly like Kris Kristofferson. <smile>

Here's one that I have never heard by Kris, listeners:



Duvalier's Dream


Duvalier was a bitter man who cursed the morning sun
That brought a new betrayal every day.

He shunned the world of mortals and the sound of human tongues
And blessed the night that chased their sight away.
A disillusioned dreamer who would never love again
Who'd tried of it and found that it was rotten.
Prefering perfect strangers to the company of friends
Because strangers are so easily forgotten.

Chorus:
Oh, it's hard to keep believing when you know you've been decieved.
To face a lie and dare to try again, but there's nothing like a woman
With a spell of make believe to make a new believer of a man.

Duvalier took the fickle turns of fortune in his stride
Expecting next to nothing out of life.
Till fortune found a girl who fanned a flame he thought had died
Whose burning beauty cut him like a knife.
She touched him through the senses that his mind could not control.
Then smiling stepped aside and watched him fall.
Betrayed by his own body and the hunger in his soul
Duvalier was a dreamer after all.

Chorus
Oh, it's hard to keep believing when you know you've been decieved.
To face a lie and dare to try again, but there's nothing like a woman
With a spell of make believe to make a new believer of a man.

The Big Bopper's Wedding

And the man keeps saying
Do you take this woman
To be your awful wedded wife
Heh, heh

[CHORUS]
And then I started thinking
About no more winking
At the pretty little
Gals a-bopping by
No more dancing and new romancing
Lord, it made me want to
Sit down and cry
Aw, no pool shooting and
A rooting and a-tooting
With the boys if I
Take you for my wife
I can't go no place
I gotta look at your face
For the rest of my dog gone life
This is it

Ah, honey, what am I
Doing here in the first place
You know I don't go
For this marriage bit
I was only kidding, hahahaha

And there's your daddy
Sitting over there with a
Shotgun laying across his lap
And a big smile on his ugly face
And the man keeps saying
Are you gonna take this woman
Or ain't ya

[repeat CHORUS]

Honey, what's this jazz about
Love, honor, and obey
That cat's talking to me, heh heh
And look at all these
Good looking bridesmaids
Standing around, heh

Hello, baby
And the man in charge
Keeps saying, lookie here
Do you take this woman
Or don't you

[repeat CHORUS]

And the man keeps saying
Look here, do you take
This woman or don't you
And I say, partner
I don't believe I do
Let me outta here

good evening WA2K

love, a strange concept, some bands have stated that love hurys, stinks or is a many splendored thing

but sam cooke and xtc both agreed that love comes more from the heart than the brain

(What A) Wonderful World
Sam Cooke

Don't know much about history
Don't know much biology
Don't know much about a science book
Don't know much about the French I took
But I do know that I love you
And I know that if you love me too
What a wonderful world this would be

Don't know much about geography
Don't know much trigonometry
Don't know much about algebra
Don't know what a slide rule for
But I know that one and one is two
And if this one could be with you
What a wonderful world this would be

I don't claim to be an "A"-student
But I'm tryin' to be
Maybe by being an "A"-student, baby
I can win your love for me

I don't claim to be an "A"-student
But I'm tryin' to be
Maybe by being an "A"-student, baby
I can win your love for me

Don't know much about history
Don't know much biology
Don't know much about science books
Don't know much about the French I took
But I do know that I love you
And I know that if you love me too
What a wonderful world this would be
What a wonderful world this would be
What a wonderful world this would be
What a wonderful world this would be


The Mayor of Simpleton
XTC

Never been near a university,
Never took a paper or a learned degree,
And some of your friends think that's stupid of me,
But it's nothing that I care about.

Well I don't know how to tell the weight of the sun,
And of mathematics well I want none,
And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
But I know one thing,
And that's I love you.
When their logic grows cold and all thinking gets done,
You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton.

I can't have been there when brains were handed round
(please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton),
Or get past the cover of your books profound,
(please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton),
And some of your friends thinks it's really unsound,
That you're ever seen talking to me.

Well I don't know how to write a big hit song,
And all crossword puzzles well I just shun,
And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
But I know one thing,
And that's I love you.

I'm not proud of the fact that I never learned much,
Just feel I should say,
what you get is all real,
I can't put on an act,
It takes brains to do that anyway. (And anyway...)

And I can't unravel riddles, problems and puns,
How the home computer has me on the run,
And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
But I know one thing,
And that's I love you (I love you).

If depth of feeling is a currency,
(please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton),
Then I'm the man who grew the money tree,
(no Chain of Office and no hope of getting one).
Some of your friends are too brainy to see,
That they're paupers and that's how they'll stay.

Well I don't know how many pounds make up a ton,
Of all the Nobel prizes that I've never won,
And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
But I know one thing,
And that's I love you.

When all logic grows cold and all thinking gets done,
You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton.
You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton.
You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor.
(Please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton.)

Hey, edgar. Funny song, Texas. Well, you sent me to the archives again, and I was amazed at the info I found out about The Big Bopper and those who went with him. One thing, however, who is Dion DiMucci?

Well, look at this. Here's our dj back again. We were concerned about you, Canada, but I see you are still singing about history or the lack thereof.

Yes, what a wonderful world it would be. Need to listen more closely at that other song, however.

Well, regardless of the fact that Roger says there are "no free lunches", I did get an unexpected visit from my cable folks. They redid everything and even repaired my garage light. NO CHARGE.

The Mayor of Simpleton, dj. Often it is our fools and jesters that know more about things than we can ever imagine.

Well, I just found out about Dion. This song always makes me sad, folks:


Has anybody here seen my old friend Abraham?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He freed a lot of people,
But it seems the good they die young.
You know, I just looked around and he's gone.

Anybody here seen my old friend John?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He freed a lot of people,
But it seems the good they die young.
I just looked around and he's gone.

Anybody here seen my old friend Martin?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He freed a lot of people,
But it seems the good they die young.
I just looked 'round and he's gone.

Didn't you love the things that they stood for?
Didn't they try to find some good for you and me?
And we'll be free
Some day soon, and it's a-gonna be one day ...

Anybody here seen my old friend Bobby?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
I thought I saw him walk up over the hill,
With Abraham, Martin and John.

Body of An American
The Pogues

The cadillac stood by the house
And the yanks they were within
And the tinker boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
Then we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room where the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip
To the home where his father's laid
But fifteen minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient Irish history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
Every bastard there was piskey
Fare thee well going away
There's nothing left to say
Farewell to New York City boys
To Boston and PA
He took them out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA

He fought the champ in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He took on Tiny Tartanella
And it only went one round
He never had no time for reds
For drink or dice or whores
And he never threw a fight
Unless the fight was right
So they sent him to the war
Fare the well gone away
There's nothing left to say
With a slainte Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
Spanish wine from far away
I'm a free born man of the USA

This morning on the harbour
When I said goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd come back to you one day
And as the sunset came to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd always love you
I always did and I always will
Fare thee well gone away
There's nothing left to say
'cept to say adieu
To your eyes as blue
As the water in the bay
And to big Jim Dwyer
The man of wire
Who was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA

Dion DeMucci
He had a career with Dion and the Belmonts (Teenager in Love), then went solo (Run Around Sue, Abraham Martin and John.

Thanks, edgar. I found that out and was stunned.

I also found out that The Pogues were Irish. Well, I appreciate the education that I get here on our little cyber radio even though I am still a klutz at math.

Thinking of Holly Cole. She is so like Diana Krall.

Lovely jazz ballad, folks.

The night is like a lovely tune, beware my foolish heart!
How white the ever constant moon, take care, my foolish
heart!
There's a line between love and fascination,
That's hard to see on an evening such as this,
For they give the very same sensation.
When you are lost in the passion of a kiss.
Your lips are much too close to mine, beware my foolish
heart!
But should our eager lips combine, then let the fire start.
For this time it isn't fascination, or a dream that will fade
and fall apart,
It's love this time, it's love, my foolish heart!

In the 50s, Roy Orbison wrote this song about his wife. My memory is shakey, but I believe she died young.

Everly Brothers
Claudette

Oh, oh, Claudette
Oh, oh, Claudette

I got a brand new baby
And I feel so good
She loves even better
Than I thought she would

I'm on my way to her house
And I'm plumb outta breath
When I see her tonight
I'm gonna squeeze her to death

(CHORUS)
Claudette
Pretty little pet, Claudette
Never make me fret, claudette
She's the greatest little girl
That I've ever met
I get the best loving that
I'll ever get from Claudette
Pretty little pet, Claudette
Oh, oh, Claudette

Well, I'm a lucky man
My baby treats me right
She's gonna let me hug
And kiss and hold her tight

And when the date is over
And we're at her front door
When I kiss her goodnight
I'll holler more, more, more

(CHORUS)

When me and my new baby
Have a date or three
I'm gonna ask my baby
If she'll marry me

I'm gonna be so happy
For the rest of my life
When my brand new baby
Is my brand new wife

(CHORUS)

Mmm mmm, Claudette
Oh, oh, Claudette
Mmm mmm, Claudette

for some reason it's celtic night in canada, well at least in my part of canada, well at least in my house



Seven Drunken Nights
The Dubliners

As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before

And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before

As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before

Thank you, edgar, for the memory song of Claudette. That was lovely, Texas.

dj, I loved your Celt song, Canada, but it's time for Letty to say goodnight.

Here is a child's prayer that someone changed to protect the innocent.

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

Guide me safely through the night,
Wake me with the morning's light.

From Letty with love

Kristopherson

Nobody loves anybody anymore

Nobody loves anybody anymore, dear
Nobody loves anybody anymore
Life ain't what it used to be
Or seemed to mean before
The moon is just the moon
The stars are only stars
And if it don't come easy, now
It ain't worth fighting for
Nobody loves anybody anymore, dear.

I'm back being me again
And you're back being you
Stronger for the loving war


That we've been through
We both took a look ahead
And closed the door
Nobody loves anybody anymore, dear
Nobody loves anybody anymore.

Maybe you believed in me
And i believed in you
Baby, we've been fooled before
Everything we ever dreamed
Ain't never ever coming true
Nobody loves anybody anymore, dear
Nobody loves anybody anymore.

A spontaneous poem
Edgar style
Submitted now when
It's been a while

This Bobby Darin song was a hit by both Buddy Holly and The Rinkydinks, released the same week by each. The Rinkydinks was actually Bobby Darin.


Well, you're gonna miss me
Early in the morning
One of these days, oh, yeah

Well, you're gonna want me
Early in the morning
When I'm away
Don't you know

Yes, you'll be sorry
For the times I cried
You'll be sorry
For the times you lied

Well, you're gonna miss me
Early in the morning
One of these days, oh, yeah

Well, you know a rolling stone
Don't gather no moss
And you cross your bridge
When it's time to cross

Well, you broke my heart
When you said goodbye
Now the milk is spilt
But you're gonna cry

Yeah, early in the morning
You gonna know
That I was right
Ooh, yeah, yeah

Early in the morning
When there's nobody
To hold you tight, oh, oh

Well, you're gonna want me
Want me bad
You're gonna miss
The best man you ever had

Yes, you're gonna miss me
You're gonna want me
One of these days
Oh, don't you know

(Early in the morning)
(Early in the morning).....

Well, you're gonna want me
Want me bad
You're gonna miss
The best man you ever had

Yes, you're gonna miss me
You're gonna want me
One of these days
Oh, yeah

Early in the morning
Early in the morning

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

Amigo, that is one of those "telling" songs that our Mr. Turtle used to do so often. Thanks for the reminder from Kris.

Cyracuz, welcome back, Norway. You need to play some Grieg for us again. Love your little quatrain, dear. Made me smile.

edgar, Great Bobby Darin song. Thanks, Texas.

Well, looking at all our music, background, and photo's, I would say our little cyber radio is making its way.

Amigo's Kris song reminds me of this one this early morn:

Michael Bolton:

You are the candle, love's the flame
A fire that burns through wind and rain
Shine your light on this heart of mine
Till the end of time
You came to me like the dawn through the night
Just shinin' like the sun
Out of my dreams and into my life
You are the one, you are the one

CHORUS
Said I loved you but I lied
'Cause this is more than love I feel inside
Said I loved you but I was wrong
'Cause love could never ever feel so strong
Said I loved you but I lied


With all my soul I've tried in vain
How can mere words my heart explain
This taste of heaven so deep so true
I've found in you
So many reasons in so many ways
My life has just begun
Need you forever, I need you to stay
You are the one, you are the one


CHORUS


You came to me like the dawn through the night
Just shinin' like the sun
Out of my dreams and into my life
You are the one, you are the one


CHORUS


Said I loved you
But this is more than love I feel inside
Said I loved you....But I lied.

I've Never Been To Me - Charlene
Hey lady, you lady, cursing at your life
You're a discontented mother and a regimented wife
I've no doubt you dream about the things you'll never do
But, I wish someone had talked to me
Like I wanna talk to you.....

Oh, I've been to Georgia and California and anywhere I could run
I took the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free
I've been to paradise but I've never been to me

Please lady, please lady, don't just walk away
'Cause I have this need to tell you why I'm all alone today
I can see so much of me still living in your eyes
Won't you share a part of a weary heart that has lived million lies....

Oh, I've been to Nice and the Isle of Greece while I've sipped champagne on a yacht
I've moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed 'em what I've got
I've been undressed by kings and I've seen some things that a woman ain't s'posed to see
I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me

Hey, you know what paradise is?
It's a lie, a fantasy we create about people and places as we'd like them to be
But you know what truth is?
It's that little baby you're holding, it's that man you fought with this morning
The same one you're going to make love with tonight
That's truth, that's love......

Sometimes I've been to crying for unborn children that might have made me complete
But I took the sweet life, I never knew I'd be bitter from the sweet
I've spent my life exploring the subtle whoring that costs too much to be free
Hey lady......
I've been to paradise, (I've been to paradise)
But I've never been to me

(I've been to Georgia and California, and anywhere I could run)
I've been to paradise, never been to me
(I've been to Neice and the isle of Greece while I've sipped champagne on a yacht)
I've been to paradise, never been to me
(I've been to cryin' for unborn children that might have made me complete)
I've been to paradise, never been to me
(I've been to Georgia and California, and anywhere I could run)
I've been to paradise, never been to me

Jean-Pierre Aumont
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Jean-Pierre Aumont (January 5, 1911 - January 29, 2001) was a French actor.




Biography

Early life

Aumont was born in Paris as Jean-Pierre Philippe Salomons to Alexandre Salomons, owner of La Maison du Blanc (a linen department store) and Suzanne Cahen. His mother's uncle was well-known stage actor Georges Berr.[1] His father, whose family came from Holland, was Jewish and his mother came from a French Catholic family. Aumont began studying drama at the Paris Conservatory, following his mother, at the age of sixteen. His professional stage debut occurred at the age of 21. His film debut came one year later, when Jean de la Lune (Jean of the Moon) was produced in 1931.


Career

However, his most important, career-defining role came in 1934, when Jean Cocteau's play La Machine Infernal (The Infernal Machine) was released. When his film and stage career began rising quickly, World War II broke out. Aumont stayed in France until 1942, when he realized that because of his Jewish ancestry,[2] he would be forced to flee from the Nazi forces. He first fled to an unoccupied portion of Vichy territory, before moving, first to New York City, then to Hollywood to further his film career.

He began working with MGM, however, he was not content while his fellow countrymen were fighting for their lives in Europe. After finishing the film, The Cross of Lorraine, he joined the Free French.

Aumont was sent to North Africa, where he participated in Operation Torch in Tunisia. Then, he moved with the Allied armies through Italy and France. Through the war, he was wounded twice. The first was on a mission with his brother. However, the second was more serious. Aumont's Jeep was blown up near a landmined bridge, and French Brigadier General Diégo-Charles-Joseph Brosset, commander of the 1st Free French Division, was killed. Because of his bravery during the fighting, Aumont received the Legion d'Honneur and the Croix de Guerre. Aumont continued working, starring as the magician in Lili with the then-ingenue Leslie Caron.

Aumont continued working with various famous actors and directors. In the 1960s, he starred in various Broadway productions. One of his latest acting performances was in A Tale of Two Cities (1989). Two years later, he was decorated with the cross of Commandeur des Arts et des Lettres, and in 1992, he received an honorary César Award.


Personal life

While in Hollywood, Aumont married Maria Montez, a Dominican actress. She was known as the Queen of Technicolor, and their marriage was very happy; however, she tragically drowned on September 7, 1951, in the family's villa at Suresnes, France. They had one daughter, Tina Aumont (1946 - 2006). In 1956, he married Italian actress Marisa Pavan, star of various films including The Man in the Grey Flannel Suit. The couple starred in one film together John Paul Jones, where Pavan played the romantic interest of the lead, while Aumont cameoed as King Louis XVI. They had two children: Jean-Claude and Patrick.

He died in 2001 of a heart attack at the age of 90, and was interred in the Père Lachaise cemetery in Paris.

Wow! Well, hawkman, we were expecting a bunch of bio's and instead we get a telling song. Great, buddy, and those lyrics fit many of us, I think, especially me right now.

Give Myself a Party
Don Gibson

I've got a lot of memories
To last the rest of my life
So if you don`t want to love me baby
That`ll be all right

I`m gonna take all the lovin
that I have for you
I`m gonna take all the loneliness
sit right down with the blues

I`m gonna give myself
A party serve old memories
Give myself a party
think of how it used to be

Remember all the happiness we once knew
Gonna give myself a party
Just me and the blues

Well a few of your love letters
a photograph or two
A gift you gave on my birthday
with words of I love you

There`s a lots of things to think about
when you`re happy feeling blue
So I`m gonna take all the loneliness
sit right down with the blues
I`m gonna give myself a party...