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It's Picture Time:

When You're In Love With A Beautiful Woman
Dr Hook

When you're in love with a beautiful woman
It's hard
When you're in love with a beautiful woman
You know it's hard
Everybody wants her
Everybody loves her
Everybody wants to take your baby home

When you're in love with a beautiful woman
You watch your friends
When you're in love with a beautiful woman
It never ends
You know that it's crazy
You want to trust her
Then somebody hangs up when you answer the phone
When you're in love with a beautiful woman
You go it alone

Maybe it's just an ego problem
Problem is, I've been fooled before
By fair weathered friends and faint hearted lovers
And everytime it happens
It just convinces me more

When you're in love with a beautiful woman
You watch her eyes
When you're in love with a beautiful woman
You look for lies
Everybody tempts her
Everybody tells her
She's the most beautiful woman they know

When you're in love with a beautiful woman
You go it alone
When you're in love with a beautiful woman
You watch your friends
When you're in love with a beautiful woman
It never ends
When you're in love with a beautiful woman
You watch her eyes
When you're in love with a beautiful woman
You keep looking for lies

Well, There's our Raggedy, folks, and the photo's are great, PA.


Well, folks, we're looking at Mozart, Carroll and his cheshire cat, Donna Reed, that great looking Sabu along with Troy and Bridget. Delightful montage, as usual, gal.

Hey, Texas, sometimes beautiful women become isolated, buddy, because many are afraid to approach them.

Here's a song to match your Dr. Hook, edgar.

I can't stop this feelin' deep inside of me
Girl, you just don't realize what you do to me
When ya hold me in your arms so tight
You let me know everything's all right

I-I-I, I'm hooked on a feelin'
High on believin' that you're in love with me

Lips are sweet as candy, the taste stays on my mind
Girl, you keep me thirsty for another cup of wine
I got it bad for you, girl but I don't need a cure
I'll just stay addicted and hope I can endure

All the good love when we're all alone
Keep it up, girl, yeah ya turn me on

I-I-I, I'm hooked on a feelin'
High on believin' that you're in love with me

All the good love when we're all alone
Keep it up, girl, yeah ya turn me on

I-I-I, I'm hooked on a feelin'
I'm high on believin' that you're in love with me

Half as Much:
Written by curley williams 1952

If you love me half as much as I love you
You wouldn't worry me half as much as you do
You're nice to me when there's no one else around
You only build me up to let me down

If you missed me half as much as I miss you
You wouldn't stay away half as much as you do
I know that I would never feel so blue
If you only loved me half as much as I love you

Didn't George Clooney's aunt sing that one as well, edgar?

In trying to locate some songs by Ravi Shankar, I came across this interesting anecdote:

Ravi Shankar: Between Two Worlds

"God has been kind to me. The spiritual journey through music is the only thing I feel has been important in my life", Ravi Shankar humbly declares at the beginning of Mark Kidel's gentle portrait of one of the most influential and brilliant musicians of the 20th century. Born into a Brahmin family in 1920, Shankar moved to a dazzling Paris in the '30s to perform in his older brother's dance company. Nine years later, he became the student of the great master Baba Allaudin Khan, and from his pampered life of five-star hotels and the glitterati, Shankar moved to a coconut-frond bed in Khan's simple compound and severe asceticism. Seven years of the master's strict discipline and tyrannical mentorship laid the foundation for Shankar's incandescent, international career. With sepia-toned stills, archival film footage of concerts, interviews, and surreal scenes of Benares's burning ghats and pretzel-postured fakirs, Kidel weaves a fascinating visual history of Shankar's extraordinary life. Then, of course, there is the sublime music. Although the film's title suggests the cultural bridge that Shankar created by presciently bringing classical Indian music to the West, the transcendence on Shankar's face when he plays evokes a bridge between two other worlds: the human and the divine.

I'm not certain if this is the correct song, but it may be:


Two hopeful hearts two lands apart
Together there's no end
To what a dream can start
Like two eagles soar as one
Upon the river of the wind
With the promise of forever
We will take the past and learn how to begin
And we'll build a bridge of love
Between two worlds

With every kiss we'll promise this
We'll find a way to light
The dawn of all we wish
Across the stream of stars we'll reach
An island in the sky
With the moon to guide our way I know
That we can find a home for you and I
And we'll build a bridge of love
Between two worlds

Miles and miles away
Though the journey takes us far
Our love has found a place to stay
If we believe, if we believe
There is no sea, there is no sea
That's wide enough
To keep us from our destiny

Like the snows of every winter melt
And blossom into spring
As the seasons pass, we'll live as one
No what the years ahead may bring
No night is long enough
To end this light that shines on us
We have built a bridge of love
Between two worlds
Yes, we have built a love
Between two worlds

I think the original record of Half as Much was made by Hank Williams.

Well, edgar, I am most certainly not going to argue with you, buddy.

I am trying to recall what Sabu sang about being a sailor. My oldest sister loved it. I bet our Raggedy does.

Ah, well. Here is one version of the Song of India, and what a surprise to find that it was done by Mario Lanza. Johnny, I wish you had done the original lyrics.

SONG OF INDIA
(Music: Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov / Modern Lyrics: Johnny Mercer)

Mario Lanza


And still the snowy Himalayas rise
In ancient majesty before our eyes,
Beyond the plains, above the pines,
While through the ever, never changing land
As silently as any native band
That moves at night, the Ganges Shines

Then I hear the song that only India can sing,
Softer than the plumage on a black raven's wing;
High upon a minaret I stand
Upon an old enchanted land,
There's the Maharajah's caravan,
Unfolding like a painted fan,
How small the little race of Man!

See them all parade across the ages,
Armies, Kings and slave from hist'ry's pages,
Played on one of nature's vastest stages.
The turbaned Sikhs and fakirs line the streets,
While holy men in shadowed calm retreats
Pray through the night and watch the stars,
A lonely plane flies off to meet the dawn,
While down below the busy life goes on,
And women crowd the old bazaars;

All are in the song that only India can sing,
Softer than the plumage on a black raven's wing;
Tune the ageless moon and stars were strung by,
Timeless song that only could be sung by
India, the jewel of the East.

Address Unknown
The Ink Spots

[Written by Vaughn Horton, Denver Darling and Gene Autry]

Address unknown
Not even a trace of you
Oh, what I'd give to see
The face of you
I was a fool to stay away
From you so long
I should have known there'd come a day
When you'd be gone

Address unknown
Oh, how could I be so blind
Who'd think that you
Would ever be hard to find
From the place of your birth
To the ends of the earth
I've searched only to find
Only to find, address unknown

Address unknown
Honey chile
I ain't even got a trace of ya
You know one thing?
I'd give anything in the world
Just to see the face of ya
I was a fool to stay away
From you and everything else so long
I should have been diplomatic
And figured that some day
You'd be solid gone

Address unknown
Oh how could I be so blind
Who'd think that you
Would ever be hard to find
From the place of your birth
To the ends of the earth
I've searched only to find
Only to find, address unknown

since we'll be going "to the opera" tonight to see and hear "the barber of seville" , i thought i'd give you some lyrics here .
wish you could hear me tremulating - pavarotti , you say ? you haven't heard nothing yet , i say !
the opera will be performed by students from the music faculty of our own "queen's university" - they always put on great performances .
in february they'll be putting on a gala benefit performance called :
"a night in vienna" - music , song , dance , ballett - and eats and drinks - promises to be a fabolous evening .
hbg




No better life could a barber wish for, nothing more noble could ever exist. La, la, etc.
Razors and brushes, scissors and scalpels are at my fingertips
Everything's here.
Then there's the ?'extras.'
Part of the business.
Some for the ladies, some for the gentlemen.
Some for the ladies, la, la, etc.
Some for the gentlemen, la, la, etc.

Repeat Refrain.

Everyone calls me, everyone wants me,
Ladies and young men, old men and maidens
Where is my wig, sir? Give me a shave, please…
Leeches for bleeding…
Letters for reading…
Everyone calls me, everyone wants me, (2X)
Where is my wig, sir?

Give me a shave, please!
Letters for reading!
Hey! Figaro! Figaro! Figaro! Etc.
Oh my, they're loud!
Oh my, those crowds…
Surround me!
One at a time,
For pity's sake! (3X)
One at a time please (3X)
For pity's sake!
Figaro! I'm here.
Hey, Figaro! I'm here.
Figaro here, Figaro there (2X)
Figaro up, Figaro down (2X)
Faster and faster I fly like a lightning bolt,
I am the barber of Seville.
Of Seville (4X)
Ah, bravo Figaro! Bravo, bravissimo (2X)
All of my luck (2X)
All of my luck it will not fade away. La, la, etc.
All of my luck (2X)
All of my luck it will not fade away.
I am the barber of Seville. (2X)
Yes of Seville! (3X)

La, la, etc.
I am the barber of Seville, make way! La, la, etc.
Quickly, it's dawn and I must be in my shop! Quickly! La, la, etc.
Refrain: Ah, this is livin'
So much I've been given (2X)
For a barber who's driven
To be the best! (2X)

Ah, bravo Figaro!
Bravo, bravissimo, bravo!
La, la, etc.
Luckiest man in the world, it is true, bravo! La, la, etc.
Luckiest man in the world, it is true (2X) La, la, etc.

Daytime or nighttime, I'm working full-time, I'm always moving, I never quit.

hamburger you and Mrs. hbg have a wonderful evening at the opera, and all though this may be a little long, here is the Italian version.

Largo al factotum, Figaro's aria from Il Barbiere di Siviglia

(Italian)
Largo al factotum della citta.
Largo! La la la la la la la LA!

Presto a bottega che l'alba e gia.
Presto! La la la la la la la LA!

Ah, che bel vivere, che bel piacere (che bel piacere)
per un barbiere di qualita! (di qualita!)

Ah, bravo Figaro!
Bravo, bravissimo!
Bravo! La la la la la la la LA!

Fortunatissimo per verita!
Bravo!
La la la la la la la LA!
Fortunatissimo per verita!
Fortunatissimo per verita!
La la la la, la la la la, la la la la la la la LA!

Pronto a far tutto, la notte e il giorno
sempre d'intorno in giro sta.
Miglior cuccagna per un barbiere,
vita piu nobile, no, non si da.
La la la la la la la la la la la la la!

Rasori e pettini
lancette e forbici,
al mio comando
tutto qui sta.
Rasori e pettini
lancette e forbici,
al mio comando
tutto qui sta.

V'e la risorsa,
poi, de mestiere
colla donnetta... col cavaliere...
colla donnetta... la la li la la la la la
col cavaliere... la la li la la la la la la la LA!!!

Ah, che bel vivere, che bel piacere (che bel piacere)
per un barbiere di qualita! (di qualita!)

Tutti mi chiedono, tutti mi vogliono,
donne, ragazzi, vecchi, fanciulle:

Qua la parruca... Presto la barba...
Qua la sanguigna... Presto il biglietto...

Tutti mi chiedono, tutti mi vogliono,
tutti mi chiedono, tutti mi vogliono,
Qua la parruca, presto la barba, presto il biglietto, ehi!

Figaro... Figaro... Figaro... Figaro...Figaro...
Figaro... Figaro... Figaro... Figaro...Figaro!!!

Ahime, (ahime) che furia!
Ahime, che folla!
Uno alla volta,
per carita! (per carita! per carita!)
Uno alla volta, uno alla volta,
uno alla volta, per carita!
Figaro! Son qua.
Ehi, Figaro! Son qua.

Figaro qua, Figaro la, Figaro qua, Figaro la,
Figaro su, Figaro giu, Figaro su, Figaro giu.

Pronto prontissimo son come il fumine:
sono il factotum della citta.
(della citta, della citta, della citta, della citta)

Ah, bravo Figaro! Bravo, bravissimo;
Ah, bravo Figaro! Bravo, bravissimo;
a te fortuna (a te fortuna, a te fortuna) non manchera.
Ah, bravo Figaro! Bravo, bravissimo;
Ah, bravo Figaro! Bravo, bravissimo;
a te fortuna (a te fortuna, a te fortuna) non manchera.
Sono il factotum della citta,
Sono il factotum della citta,
della citta, della citta,
Della citta!!!
La la la la la la la la la!

I love it when I know the melody, hbg.

Back later with a song to match our edgar's.

and here's one to match edgar's "address" song:


Sealed With A Kiss by BRIAN HYLAND
Though we've got to say good-bye
For the summer
Darling, I promise you this
I'll send you all my love
Everyday in a letter
Sealed with a kiss

CHORUS:
Yes it's gonna be cold, lonely summer
But I'll fill the emptiness
I'll send you all my dreams
Everyday in a letter
Sealed with a kiss

I'll see you in the sunlight
I'll hear your voice everywhere
I'll run to tenderly hold you
But, Darlin' you won't be there

I don't wanna say good-bye
For the summer
Knowing the love we'll miss
Let us make a pledge
To meet in September
And seal it with a kiss

(instrumental)

(CHORUS)
Sealed with a kiss
Sealed with a kiss
Sealed with a kiss

Bell Bottom Trousers
Guy Lombardo & His Royal Canadians

[Written by Moe Jaffe]

Once there was a little girl who lived next to me
And she loved a sailor boy, he was only three
Now he's on a battleship in his sailor suit
Just a great big sailor but she thinks he's very cute

(With his bell bottom trousers, coat of navy blue)
(She loves her sailor and he loves her too)

When her sailor boy's away on the ocean blue
Soldier boys all flirt with her but to him she's true
Though they smile and tip their caps and they wink their eyes
She just smiles and shakes her head, then she softly sighs

(Oh, bell bottom trousers, coat of navy blue)
(She loves her sailor and he loves her too)

When her sailor went to sea to see what he could see
She saw that he ate spinach, now he's big as he can be
When he's home they stroll along, they don't give a hoot
She won't let go of his hand, even to salute

If her sailor she can't find on the bounding main
She is hopeful he will soon come home safe again
So they can get married and raise a family
Dress up all their kiddies in sailor's dungarees

(Oh, bell bottom trousers, coat of navy blue)
(She loves her sailor and he loves her too)

Letty, I think we all overlooked Antonio Carlos Jobim's birthday a few days ago, so here's a nice tribute by singer/songwriter Michael Franks:

Antonio lives life's frevo
Antonio prays for truth
Antonio says our friendship
Is a hundred-proof
The vulture that circles Rio
Hangs in this L.A. sky
The blankets they give the Indians
Only make them die

But sing the Song
Forgotten for so long
And let the Music flow
Like Light into the Rainbow
We know the Dance, we have
We still have the chance
To break these chains and flow
Like Light into the Rainbow

Antonio loves the desert
Antonio prays for rain
Antonio knows that Pleasure
Is the child of Pain
And lost in La Califusa*
When most of my hope was gone
Antonio's samba led me
To the Amazon

We sing the Song
Forgotten for so long
And let the music flow
Like Light into the Rainbow
We know the Dance, we have
We still have the chance
To break these chains and flow
Like Light into the Rainbow.

edgar, I had no idea that your song was done by Guy Lombardo, Texas. Thanks for that memory jog.

First an answer to our telling turtle.

M.D., welcome back. Love Jobim's music and here are the lyrics to "Girl from Ipanema" as done by Astrud Gilberto but in Portuguese. What a great combination Gilberto and Getz.

Garota de Ipanema



Antonio Carlos Jobim - Vinícius de Moraes
English lyrics by Norman Gimbel

D6/9 E7/9 Em9
Olha que coisa mais linda, Mais cheia de graça, É ela menina, Que vem que passa
A7/6 Dmaj9 Bbm6 Dmaj7
Num doce balanço, caminho do mar
Dmaj9 E7/9 Em9
Moça do corpo dourado, Do sol de Ipanema, O seu balançado é mais que um poema
A7/6 Dmaj9 D6/9
É a coisa mais linda que eu já vi passar
Ebmaj7 Ebmaj9 G#7 Ebm7 B7 B7/6 Em9 Gm6
Ah, porque estou tão sozinho, Ah, porque tudo é tão triste, Ah, a beleza que existe
F#m7 F#dim Em7 A7/-9
A beleza que não é só minha, Que também passa sozinha
Dmaj7 Dmaj9 E7/9 Em9
Ah, se ela soubesse, Que quando ela passa, O mundo sorrindo se enche de graça
A7/6 Dmaj9 D6/9
E fica mais lindo, Por causa do amor

and in response to edgar's song:

Diane Renay


Blue, navy blue, I'm as blue as I can be
'Cause my steady boy said "Ship ahoy"
And joined the Nay-ee-ay-vee

He said he wanted to settle down
And let me be his girl
But first he had to do a little travelin' around
And see the whole wide world

That's why I'm blue, navy blue,
I'm as blue as I can be
'Cause my steady boy said "Ship ahoy"
And joined the Nay-ee-ay-vee

I got a letter yesterday from Tokyo
And a souvenir
A walky-talky wind-up little China doll
That says "Wish you were here"

Blue, navy blue, I'm as blue as I can be
'Cause my steady boy said "Ship ahoy"
And joined the Nay-ee-ay-vee

He's comin' home to see me on a weekend pass
A forty-eight hour day-ate
That boat he's sailin' on just better get here fast
'Cause I can hardly wait

Till then I'm blue, navy blue,
I'm as blue as I can be
'Cause my steady boy said "Ship ahoy"
And joined the Nay-ee-ay-vee

Ah, these sailors have a girl in ever port.

Letty, here's another from Getz/Gilberto,

followed by an English version by Ms. Gilberto

Vivo sonhando, sonhando mil horas sem fim
Tempo em que vou perguntando, se gostas de mim
Tempo de falar em estrelas,
Falar de um mar, de um céu assim
Falar do bem que se tem mas você não vem, não vem
Você não vindo, não vindo a vida tem fim
Gente que passa sorrindo zombando de mim
E eu a falar em estrelas,mar, amor, luar
Pobre de mim que só sei te amar

Why are my eyes always full of this vision of you
Why do I dream silly dreams that I fear won't come true
I long to show you the stars
Caught in the dark of the sea
I long to speak of my love but you don't come to me
So I go on asking if maybe one day you'll care
I tell my sad little dreams to the soft evening air
I am quite hopeless it seems, two things I know how to do
One is to dream
Two is loving you

The Gallant Forty-Twa

You may talk about your Lancers or your Irish Fusiliers
The Aberdeen Militia or the Dublin Volunteers
Or any other regiment that's lying far awa'
But give to me the tartan of the gallant forty-twa

Chorus:
Strolling through the green fields on a summer day
Watching all the country girls forking up the hay
I really was delighted when he stole my heart awa'
But he left me for the tartan of the gallant forty-twa

Oh, I never will forget the day his regiment marched past
The pipes they played a lively tune, but my heart was aghast
He turned and smiled farewell to me and then from far awa'
I heard the drums and pibroch of the gallant forty-twa

Chorus

Once again I heard the music of the pibroch from afar
The tramp, tramp, tramp of weary men returning from the war
And as they nearer drew I brushed a woeful tear awa'
For me and my braw laddie of the gallant forty-twa

Chorus

Good evening to yall from Virginia. I'm just passing through.

I left my store this afternoon, got into my truck, and the radio was tuned to a station which has a show called "Acoustic Cafe."

A song came on by someone named Slaid Cleaves called Borderline. Has that been played here? I was able to find the lyrics, but was not able (despite Letty's guidance a week or so ago) to move them here. Pretty haunting story song.

"In the still of the desert, in the light of the moon
Amando walks all alone
And the river ahead holds promise and dread
And he's 900 miles from his home."

our own littlek is an aunt again

the talking heads had this to say about babies

Stay Up Late

Mommy had. A little baby.
There he is. Fast asleep.
He's just. A little plaything.
Why not. Wake him up?
Cute. Cute. Little baby.
Little pee pee. Little toes.
Now he's comin' to me.
Crawl across. The kitchen floor.

Baby, baby, please let me hold him
I wanna make him stay up all night
Sister, sister, he's just a plaything
We wanna make him stay up all night
Yeah we do

See him drink. From a bottle.
See him eat. From a plate.
Cute. Cute. As a button.
Don't you wanna make him. Stay up late.
And we're having fun. With no money.
Little smile. On his face.
Don't cha' love. The little baby.
Don't you want to make him. Stay up late.

CHORUS

Here we go (all night long)
Sister, sister (all night long)
In the playpen...woo...(all night long)
Little baby goes, ha! (all night long)
I know you want to leave me...

Why don't. We pretend.
There you go. Little man.
Cute. Cute. Why not?
Late at night. Wake him up.

CHORUS

Here we go (all night long)
Sister, sister...woo...
(with the television on)
Little baby goes...woo! (all night long)
Hey, hey, baby! (all night long)
And he looks so cute (all night long)
In his little red suit (all night long)

Ah, turtle, there is nothing so lovely to the ear as the romance languages. Thanks, M.D. and I knew you were a jazz lover from the start. Thanks, buddy. That is a wonderful song, and perfect for the evening.

dj. Fantastic, Canada, and I need to review your lyrics more carefully. Something about that song reminds me of twa corbies. Another of those Aha moments.

Welcome back John of Virginia. I will see if I can find the complete song by Slade Cleves. It took me a while to learn the art of transferring songs to our wee cyber radio.

Back in a little while, folks, as I must eat something.