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Oh, Yes. I like all of the above.
and
I, too, about good books,
Am really mad
And G.B's policies
Make me so sad.

I love to window shop on the Avenue
I like the human race,
Opera and bouillabaisse

How about you?

I like the common folks
How about You?
Jack Benny's corny jokes

How about you?

Could we live like a millionaire
Or like a polar bear
In some igloo
I'd like it

How about you?

Here's an interesting link that I was searching for, recently:

http://www.tryonpalace.org/

Some time back when I was in New Bern, North Carolina, I took a walk through a historic cemetery. I came across one that was a concrete slab engraved with an epitaph that I can still see.

The woman interred was evidently a native of France who had come to America via marriage, and unhappily died in a foreign land.

Inscription:

AuRevoir mon belle Francais.(hope I spelled that correctly, Francis)

I sat there feeling the wind stir my hair, and gazing at this peaceful place. How sad for that woman who I will never know.

Raggedy, you just snapped me out of my reverie. Loved those lines, my friend.

Now, I'm wondering about that young man from Wales. I'll bet, were he hear, that he would have a wale of a tail to tell.

A song just surfaced.

I've a whale of a tale to tell you, lads.
A whale of a tale or two.
Bout a flying fish and a girl I loved.
Night like this with the moon above,
A whale of a tale and that's all true,
I'll swear by my tatoo.

Can't remember the rest, listeners. Perhaps you Raggedy?

Hi all. For a little nostalgia, here is a link my son sent from the Florida State Archives. They are film clips of lots of different subjects. A couple include a very young, baby-faced Jim Morrison doing a PR ad for Florida State University, the A&M Marching Band performing in Paris and an interview with J. Edgar Hoover spewing his usual paranoia about the communist party's violent overthrow of the US. His paranoia and fear mongering remind me, depressingly, of the current administration.

Anyway, they are interesting, including another of the Folk Festival on the Suwanee River.

Here's to a lovely, sunny day, perfect for the garden.

Good afternoon, Lady Diane. Did you supply the link, or was that underlined noun the link?

I have only once been in a karaoke bar and I think I would like to try it with a group of friends: not so keen on singing to (at?) just strangers.
That would be great fun.

Maybe Letty and I could duet on "Something Stoopid"

"I know I stand in line until you think you have the time
To spend an evening with me...."

McTag, I can just picture that right now. After a guinness or two, we could make beautiful music together.

You can start with this one, then I'll answer with another



THE ROSE OF TRALEE

The pale moon was rising above the green mountains,
The sun was declining beneath the blue sea
When I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountain
That stands in the beautiful vale of Tralee,
She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,
Yet t'was not her beauty along that won me.
Oh, no! t'was the truth in her eyes ever dawning
That made me love Letty, the Rose of Tralee.

Very traditional, that one, and very Irish too.

My dad used to sing "I met her in the garden where the praties grow", as that Irish tenor (Joseph Locke?) was very popular in his young days.

But Scotland has her own songs

"Oh my love is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June
Oh, my love is like a melody
That's sweetly played in tune...."

The Garden Where the Praties Grow

Melody -


Have you ever been in love, me boys?
Oh! have you felt the pain?
I'd rather be in jail, me boys,
Than be in love again.
For the girl I loved was beautiful,
I'd have you all to know,
And I met her in the garden
Where the praties grow.
Chorus:
She was just the sort of creature, boys,
That nature did intend
To walk right through the world, me boys,
Without a Grecian Bend.
Nor did she wear a chignon,
I'd have you all to know.
And I met her in the garden
Where the praties grow.

Said I, "My lovely colleen,
I hope you'll pardon me".
And she wasn't like the city girls
Who'd say "You're making free".
She looked at me right modestly
And curtsied very low.
"Sure, you're welcome in the garden
Where the praties grow".
Chorus:

Says I, "My lovely darling,
I'm tired of single life,
And if you've no objections
I will make you my sweet wife."
Says she, "I'll ask my parents,
And tomorrow I'll let you know
If you'll meet me in the garden
Where the praties grow".
Chorus:

Her parents they consented
And we're blessed with children three:
Two girls just like their mother,
And a boy the image of me.
We'll train them up in decency,
The way they ought to go,
And we'll send them to the garden
Where the praties grow.
Chorus:

Notes: According to "Scottish Songs Illustrated," this song is a Robert Burns rewrite of an older street ballad, which is said to have been written by a Lieutenant Henches, as a farewell to his betrothed.

0, my love is like a red, red rose,
that's newly sprung in June.
0, my love is like a melody,
that's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair thou art, my bonnie lass,
so deep in love am I,
And I will love thee still, my dear,
till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
and the rocks melt wi' the sun!
And I will love thee still, my dear,
while the sands of life shall run.

And fare the weel, my only love!
And fare the well awhile!
And I will come again, my love.
Tho it were ten thousand mile!

(Just as an aside, I found out what the SAT essay question was. Anyone brave enough to post a short essay on the topic?) Or shall we continue singing?

John, please tell us what the question was. I have tried everywhere to find it.

The question was (I hear):

DO YOU AGREE WITH THE SYSTEM OF MAJORITY RULE

I posted a response on your thread, RJB. That is one awful question.

And as the gentle dark descends upon the Eastern U.S., We turn to the wisdom of Shakespeare and the odd calender which marks the ides of March.

According to Plutarch's account, Caesar had previously made the wise decision to stay within the safety of his bedroom chambers on the 15th of March. However, Caesar's "friend" Decimus (Albinus) Brutus (not Marcus Brutus) managed to convince him that the astrologer's warnings were nothing more than superstitious foolishness. So Julius Caesar decided to attend the Senate on the 15th of March. On his way to the Senate, Caesar "accidentally" met up with the astrologer. Upon seeing the astrologer, Caesar confidently informed Spurinna: "The Ides of March are come." Spurinna answered, "Yes, they are come, but they are not past." Later that day - on March 15, 44 B.C.E - Caesar's enemies assassinated him in the Pompey theater, at the foot of Pompey's statue, where the Roman Senate was meeting that day in the temple of Venus.

There is some disagreement, listeners, about the actual date. Some historians place it on the 13th, others the 15th.

Those who subscribe to the no. 13 as being ominous, may well be likely to focus on that day. There is some evidence that Julius Caesar may have thought the ides to be the 13th, hence feeling that he was safe from the soothsayer's prediction.

Can't think of one single song that would be indicative of tomorrow's special day. Can you?

Iggy Pop Lyrics

Caesar



people of america
i bring you a great army
to preserve peace
in our empire
throw them to the lions
darling, let us go to the banouet hall...
there will be a great feast tonight!
who are these christians?
what is this strange religion?
i' ve heard it said they turn the other cheek
ha ha ha ha
throw them to the lions
throw them to the lions
throw them to the lions
thumbs down
10 pieces of gold for every man
hail caesar hail caesar
grapes from sicily
silks from asia minor
all the tea in china
throw them to the lions
throw them to the lions
throw them to the lions
who are these christians?
turn the other cheek...
ha ha ha ha ha
two thumbs down
the christians are restless
why not let them worship their god?
no one believes in the old gods
how tiresome...attending the rituals
paying lip service to the portents
burning incense at their shrine
no one believes in the old gods
throw them to the lions
throw them to the lions
throw them to the lions
hahahahahaha
the roman empire the glory of rome
hail all hail
caesar...caesar...beware beware the ides of march
who is this man?
caesar...he is but a soothsayer...he is old
and his brain is addled... pay him no mind!
throw him to the lions! ha ha ha ha ha ha
hail caesar! emperor of rome hail caesar!
caesar...caesar...beware the ides of march
eh?! who is this man?
caesar...he is but an old soothsayer...addled in his brain
pay him no mind
throw him to the lions! ha ha ha ha
throw him to the lions!
no one believes in the old gods...
the empire is tired...caesar will rest now.
we depart for my chambers
come darling
"yes caesar"
caesar will rest now
hail rome hail caesar hail
put him in the fiery pit
ha ha ha ha!

edgar, you are unbelievable. Iggy? All I know is Ziggy Stardust.

Beware the endless discography of those Texas men, listeners.

me too

i can't remember waht i was searching for when i found the list, but i thought it was interesting

something from the boys down under

HAIL CAESAR
AC/DC

He be the count of Monte Cristo

Could be a quake any day
Maybe somebody from Siam
Begin the era of a new rage
Keeps lickin' all the honey
Chewin' up the fat he rakes
Instead of sending to the lions
They cover him with praise

All hail Caesar, Hail, Hail!
All hail Caesar, Hail, Hail!

Down at the epicenter
Things started heatin' up
Rockin' on the richter scale [Rockin' up the richter scale]
Swinging in the chariot
Around and around we go
The senators rehearse the tale
Starring in the coliseum
Tied upon the rack
Up comes the thumb of Caesar
To stab you in the back

All hail Caesar, Hail, Hail!
All hail Caesar, Hail, Hail!

Down at the epicenter
Things started heatin' up
Rockin' on the richter scale
Swingin' in the chariot
Around and around we go
the Senators rehearse the tale

"Watch out Caesar, watch out Caesar"

[I said hail, I said hail!
I said Hail, I said Hail!

Hail
Hail
Hail
Hail
Hail
Hail
Hail
Hail
Hail ]

[All hail Caesar, hail, hail!
All hail Caesar, hail, hail!
All hail Caesar, hail, hail!
All hail Caesar, hail, hail!

You need eyes in the back of your head boy,
or you're dead.]