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Hee, hee. Love your eye roll, Raggedy, and you do your "thang" better than anyone that I know.

Well, folks, thanks to our person in PA, we're looking at McDonald, Harry, Judd, Mike and Eva. (no, not our Venus Eva)

We all know by now that Letty loves the Freshmen and, of course, The Beach Boys were influenced by them. They actually did this one that I love, especially at this time in my life.

Beach Boys
Their Hearts Were Full (Released 1976)

There's a story told of a very gentle boy
And the girl who wore his ring
Through the wintery snow
The world they knew was one
For their hearts were full of spring

As the days grew old
And the nights passed into time
And the weeks and years took wind
Gentle boy, tender girl
Their love remained still young
For their hearts were full of spring

Then one day they died
And their graves were side by side
On a hill where robins sing
And they say violets
Grow there the whole year round
For their hearts were full of spring

Bud used to refer to The Young and the Restless as "the young and the rest of us."

Love Bud's comment.

He had a great sense of humor, Raggedy. Even when he was very ill, he looked at me and said, " You're pretty, whoever you are."

Well, here's another from The Beach Boys, folks. Too bad that Brian got involved with Charles Manson:

California Girls
Brian Wilson

Well East coast girls are hip
I really dig those styles they wear
And the Southern girls with the way they talk
They knock me out when I'm down there

The Mid-West farmer's daughters really make you feel alright
And the Northern girls with the way they kiss
They keep their boyfriends warm at night

I wish they all could be California
I wish they all could be California
I wish they all could be California girls

The West coast has the sunshine
And the girls all get so tanned
I dig a french bikini on Hawaii island
Dolls by a palm tree in the sand

I been all around this great big world
And I seen all kinds of girls
Yeah, but I couldn't wait to get back in the states
Back to the cutest girls in the world

I wish they all could be California
I wish they all could be California
I wish they all could be California girls

I wish they all could be California
(Girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)
I wish they all could be California
(Girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)
I wish they all could be California
(Girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)
I wish they all could be California
(Girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)

one of my favourites was and still is .. SPIKE JONES !
listened to his crazy songs on american forces network after the war in germany .
one of my "prized" possession is the " spike jones anthology " - i never get tired hearing him and his "musicians ( ) perform .
there are forty "performances" on the two cd-set - enough for an afternoon of merrymaking :wink:
hbg

so here goes :

Artist: Spike Jones
Song: Clink, Clink, Another Drink
Album: Bluebirds
[" Bluebirds " CD]

Great, hamburger, and one of my favorites was and still is Homer and Jethro, America's song butchers. Incidentally, they are fantastic musicians when they are not butchering songs.



A parody on Jo Stafford's "You Belong to Me"

Send me paw paws in a paper poke.
Send me money, honey, when I'm broke.
Make your will out to me when you croak.
You belong to me.

Eat some garlic and I'll love you still,
'Cause I love you and I always will,
That's why they invented chlorophyl,
You belong to me.

(bridge)

She rolled her big blue eye balls at me,
I picked em up and rolled em back.

I hate the day I saw the pyramids,
That's the day my heart went on the skids.
Now I've got a wife and fourteen kids,
They belong to me (and some are his'n)
They belong to me.

Hey, Canada. I did that one from memory. So there!

i read that spike jones had some very talented musicians in his band - no surprise ; they had to be good for that kind of "music" ! :wink:
so , why not another favourite for thursday night !
hbg

I saw that one, hbg, when I was looking for Spike Jones stuff. What a wonderful piece of propaganda.

Hey, where is our dj? He always does Allan Sherman. I think he's been hanging out with Oscar Wilde.

Here's another Oscar, and guess from what musical this came.

School Song lyrics

All:
We work and work
From week to week
At the Royal Bangkok Academy
And English words are all we speak
At the Royal Bangkok...
[Anna interrupts then starts them over]
From week to week
At the Royal Bangkok Academy
And English words Are all we speak
At the Royal Bangkok Academy
If we pay attention to our teacher
And obey her every rule,
We'll be grateful for
Those golden years
At our dear old school.
The Royal Bangkok Academy,
Our dear old school.

Sheb Wooley, star of Rawhide TV show and singer/author of The Purple People Eater, also wrote and recorde under the name, Ben Colder. Here is a typical Colder lyric.


"Little Green Apples #2"

And I come home late at night and try to tiptoe in the room, and she says "My my my
And I stumble over the rocking chair and my forehead hits the floor at night. It smarts.
And as she's standing over me she gives me such a look and I try to hide my bloodshot eyes, I know my goose is cooked. And I say "Honey...I can explain this...
I've been eating little green apples and I think maybe a little nap will do me good."
She said "All the noise you're making Ben, is going to wake up the neighborhood."
But I said "Honey I've been eating little green apples and to lay my forehead in your lap will make me fine."
And now myself is feeling low and I look into her eyes aglow and so am I.
"Hey Honey ya know I learned a new dance tonight. Do you wanna know what it's called? Do you know what it's called?" "No" "It's called The green apple quickstep...it's a real goer."
"Now Ben don't come home with drinking on your mind"
"Aw shucks I didn't mean it."
"What do you mean coming home half drunk?"
"It's the truth I ran outta money, that's what."
"Okay Ben it's time for you to go to bed."
"I might as well, I'll be in trouble when I get home anyway." "Aw honey you know I wasn't meaning that. All I was doing was..."
"I've been eating little green apples and I think a little nap will do me good, so put a cold towel on my head and put old Big Ben to bed, I wish you would...I wish somebody would."

Love it, edgar. I had to go to the archives for a memory jolt.



Clint, Frank, and Kevin all did this one, folks:



That Old Black Magic

That old black magic has me in its spell, that old black magic that you weave so well.
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
That same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.
The same old tingle that I feel inside, and then that elevator starts its ride
And down and down I go, round and round I go, like a leaf that's caught in the tide.
I should stay away, but what can I do?
I hear your name and I'm aflame
Aflame with such a burning desire that only your kiss can put out the fire.
For you're the lover I have waited for, the mate that fate had me created for.
And every time your lips meet mine, darling, down and down I go, round and round I go
In a spin, loving the spin I'm in, under that old black magic called love.

More sad news, folks. Timberlandko died. No easy way to say it.

http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=2569915#2569915

Goodnight to you all.

From Letty with love

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying
'tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.

But come you back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.

And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me
I simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

Doing what you wanted to do.
Being who you wanted to be.

You're missed.

~~~~~~~~


You can do what you want to do
You can be who you want to be
Just remember that me and you
Ain't all there is
To bein' free
People need love
People need trust
People need one another
And that means us
My sugar babe
Believe me sugar babe
Everyone knows it ain't easy
But when you get it all together in your heart
It's the easiest thing to do to be pleasin'
Folks ain't made to live apart
People need love
People need trust
People need one another


Stephen Stills

i understand timber liked the Dead--no pun intended, heaven forbid. hope he likes this one--it's semi apropos.

Truckin' - got my chips cashed in
Keep Truckin - like the doodah man
Together - more or less in line
Just keep Truckin on

Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street
Chicago, New York, Detroit it's all on the same street
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings

Dallas - got a soft machine
Houston - too close to New Orleans
New York - got the ways and means
but just won't let you be

Most of the cats you meet on the street speak of True Love
Most of the time they're sittin and cryin at home
One of these days they know they gotta get goin
out of the door and down to the street all alone

Truckin - like the doodah man
once told me you got to play your hand
sometime - the cards ain't worth a dime
if you don't lay em down

Sometimes the light's all shining on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long strange trip it's been

What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same
Living on reds, vitamin C and cocaine
all a friend can say is "ain't it a shame"

Truckin' -- up to Buffalo
Been thinkin - you got to mellow slow
Takes time - you pick a place to go
and just keep Truckin on

Sitting and staring out of a hotel window
Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again
I'd like to get some sleep before I travel
but if you got a warrant I guess you're gonna come in

Busted - down on Bourbon Street
Set up - like a bowling pin
Knocked down - it gets to wearing thin
They just won't let you be

You're sick of hanging around and you'd like to travel
Tired of travel, you want to settle down
I guess they can't revoke your soul for trying
Get out of the door - light out and look all around

Sometimes the light's all shining on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
what a long strange trip it's been

Truckin - I'm goin home
Whoa-oh baby, back where I belong
Back home - sit down and patch my bones
and get back Truckin on

The old Rocker wore his hair too long,
wore his trouser cuffs too tight.
Unfashionable to the end --- drank his ale too light.
Death's head belt buckle --- yesterday's dreams ---
the transport caf' prophet of doom.
Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams
in his post-war-babe gloom.

Now he's too old to Rock'n'Roll but he's too young to die.

He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville.
Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs
and prays that he always will.
But he's the last of the blue blood greaser boys
all of his mates are doing time:
married with three kids up by the ring road
sold their souls straight down the line.
And some of them own little sports cars
and meet at the tennis club do's.
For drinks on a Sunday --- work on Monday.
They've thrown away their blue suede shoes.

Now they're too old to Rock'n'Roll and they're too young to die.

So the old Rocker gets out his bike
to make a ton before he takes his leave.
Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner
just like it used to be.
And as he flies --- tears in his eyes ---
his wind-whipped words echo the final take
and he hits the trunk road doing around 120
with no room left to brake.

And he was too old to Rock'n'Roll but he was too young to die.
No, you're never too old to Rock'n'Roll if you're too young to die.

Jethro Tull...

Happy St. Patrick's Day everyone.



Thanks so much to sublime for Danny Boy; to ehBeth for the reminder that people need love and trust; To our Mr. Turtle for his doodah man; to edgar for his turtle blues. <smile>and to Region for his Jethro Tull. Love that Ian Anderson.

As I understand it, the Irish don't weep and wail, but celebrate the life of a person.

From three dogs and a knight to all the Irish and especially to Kevin:

Slippin' away, sittin' on a pillow
Waitin' for night to fall
A girl and a dream, sittin' on a pillow
This is the night to go to the celebrity ball

Satin and lace, isn't it a pity
Didn't find time to call
Ready or not, gonna make it to the city
This is the night to go to the celebrity ball

Dress up tonight, why be lonely?
You'll stay at home and you'll be alone
So why be lonely?
Sittin' alone, sittin' on a pillow
Waitin' to climb the walls
Maybe tonight, depending how your dream goes
She'll open her eyes when he goes to the celebrity ball

Celebrate, celebrate, dance to the music
Celebrate, celebrate, dance to the music
Celebrate, celebrate, dance to the music

The Charlie Daniels Band - "High Lonesome"

Just you and me and a little white pup
Sittin' here waiting for the sun to come up
To keep the chill away
Drinkin' our coffee at the first crack of dawn
Watchin' a doe while she nuzzles her fawn
It's my favorite time of the day

High Lonesome
God don't ever let this mountain change
High Lonesome
I hope you will always stay the same

Sometimes in the evening when everything's still
Sweet mountain music floats over the hill
On a laurel-scented breeze
Sometimes when nightbirds are scolding the mist
I think I might know where heaven is
It's just above the trees

High Lonesome
God don't ever let this mountain change
High Lonesome
I hope you will always stay the same

Watchin' my summertimes turnin' to falls
Seein' my son growing honest and tall
Keeps me satisfied
If I live forever or I die today
All I would ask is you just let me lay
Here on this mountainside

High Lonesome
God don't ever let this mountain change
High Lonesome
I hope you will always stay the same

You all know who it's for.

Hey, Jes. Great song, gal. Welcome back to our wee cyber station. Yes, I think we know.

The heavens are storming here, folks, and how about a poem from an Irishman we also know.


ALL DAY I HEAR THE NOISE OF WATERS
~ James Joyce

All day I hear the noise of waters
Making moan,
Sad as the sea-bird is, when going
Forth alone,
He hears the winds cry to the waters'
Monotone.

The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing
Where I go
I hear the noise of many waters
Far below,
All day, all night, I hear them flowing
To and fro.

Marlin Perkins
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Richard Marlin Perkins (March 28, 1905 - June 14, 1986) was a zoologist, best known as a host of the television program Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom.


Biography


Born in Carthage, Missouri, he began his zoological career as a laborer at the zoo in St. Louis, Missouri. He rose through the ranks, becoming the reptile curator in 1928. Perkins served as director of the Buffalo Zoological Park in Buffalo, New York and the Lincoln Park Zoo in Chicago, Illinois then returned to the Saint Louis Zoological Park as director in 1962. Perkins joined Sir Edmund Hillary as the zoologist for one of Hillary's Himalayan expeditions in 1960 to search for the legendary Yeti.

Perkins became host of Wild Kingdom when it debuted in 1963. Through his fame on television, he became an advocate for the protection of endangered species. He retired from zookeeping in 1970. Perkins died of cancer in 1986. In 1990 he was inducted into the St. Louis Walk of Fame.

Although Walt Disney had fabricated footage of a mass suicide of lemmings on Wild Kingdom,[1] Marlin Perkins punched a reporter, Bob McKeown, who asked questions about whether wildlife films were inaccurately staged.[2].

During his career, Perkins suffered multiple bites from venomous snakes. During a rehearsal of Zoo Parade, he was bitten by a timber rattlesnake. In other incidents, he was also bitten by a cottonmouth and a Gaboon viper.[3]