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Oh, my word, listeners. I am totally amazed at what the ides of march has marched out of the minds of dj.

It is obvious, that creators of music and lyrics shout it out, do they not?

Well, audience. Tomorrow is Sunday and if we are to believe that the ides are an idee fixe, then we better take shelter and helter skelter:




When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide
Where I stop and I turn and then I go for a ride
'Til I get to the bottom and I see you again, see you again

Do you, don't you want me to love you
I'm coming down fast, but I'm miles above you
Tell me, tell me tell me, c'mon tell me the answer
Welll you may be a lover but you ain't no dancer.

Now Helter Skelter, Helter Skelter, Helter Skelter, yeah ...

a-Will you, won't you want me to make you
I'm coming down fast, but don't let me break you
Tell me, tell me, tell me the answer
You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer.

Look out!
Helter Skelter, Helter Skelter, Helter Skelter, oooh...
Look out, 'cause here she come ...

When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide
And I stop and I turn and then I go for a ride
And I get to the bottom and I see you again, see you again

Well do you, don't you want me to make you
I'm coming down fast, but don't let me break you
Tell me, tell me, tell me your answer
You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer

Look out!
helther skelter, helther skelter, helther skelter

Look out! Helter Skelter ... she coming down fast
yes she is
yes she is
coming down fast
oh now helter skelter ... woo hooo


(yelled)
I got blisters on my fingers!

The Beatles, of course.

Speaking of dancers. Where is Hebba? Doing the gecko robot, I suppose

and here's another strange one, folks:

Gladiator is on tonight. I'm beginning to believe there are NO coincidences.

HI Letty:

sung by Kirk Douglas

Classic Disney lyrics
Cartoon "Classic Disney" soundtrack lyrics
Artist: 20000 Leagues Under The Sea lyrics
Song: A Whale Of A Tale lyrics

Got a whale of a tale to tell ya, lads
A whale of a tale or two
'Bout the flappin' fish and the girls I've loved
On nights like this with the moon above
A whale of a tale and it's all true
I swear by my tattoo

There was Mermaid Minnie, met her down in Madagaskar
She would kiss me, any time that I would ask her
Then one evening her flame of love blew out
Blow me down and pick me up!
She swapped me for a trout

Got a whale of a tale to tell ya, lads
A whale of a tale or two
'Bout the flappin' fish and the girls I've loved
On nights like this with the moon above
A whale of a tale and it's all true
I swear by my tattoo

There was Typhoon Tessie, met her on the coast of Java
When we kissed I bubbled up like molten lava
Then she gave me the scare of my young
Blow me down and pick me up!
She was the captain's wife

Got a whale of a tale to tell ya, lads
A whale of a tale or two
'Bout the flappin' fish and the girls I've loved
On nights like this with the moon above
A whale of a tale and it's all true
I swear by my tattoo

Opps I forgot to add the link to the post I made Saturday morning. Here it is with many interesting clips, not only of a teenage Jim Morrison, but of the still-going Suwannee River Folk Festival and J. Edgar Hoover. Many good glimpses of history.
http://floridamemory.com/PhotographicCollection/VideoFilm2/

Here are the lyrics to Buffalo Gals--not really good for a night with a very new waxing moon, but I've always loved this song.

Buffalo Gals
arranged & adapted by Arlo Guthrie

As I was walking down the street
Down the street, down the street
A pretty girl I chanced to meet
And we danced by the light of the moon

CHORUS:
Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight
Come out tonight come out tonight
Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight
And we'll dance by the light of the moon

I danced with a gal with a hole in her stocking
And he knees was a-knockin' and her shoes was a'rockin'
I danced with a gal with a hole in her stocking
And we danced by the light of the moon

CHORUS

I danced with a gal with a hole in her stocking
And her knees was a-knockin' and her shoes was a-rockin'
I danced with a gal with a hole in her stocking
And we danced by the light of the moon

CHORUS

©1991 by Arloco Music Inc.
All Rights Reserved.

Say what ya will about J Edgar Hoover, he made good vacuum cleaners.

I wish that I could spend an hour at Dublin´s churning surf
I long to watch the farmers drain the bogs and spade the turf
to see again the thatching of the straw the women clean
I´d walk from Cork to Larne to see those Forty Shades of Green"
Johnny Cash
40 Shades of Green

It wouldn't be true to say Johnny Cash was the inspiration behind one of the major exhibitions for Cork 2005. True, his title has been borrowed and, yes, his lyrics did sow the seeds of an idea. But artist Brian Kennedy had something slightly different in mind when he was asked to curate a groundbreaking exhibition by the Crafts Council of Ireland.

"It's fitting that one of the ballads seen to most capture the image of Ireland to people abroad was written by an American. This image of an Emerald Isle filled with meadows, moorlands, bogs and thatched cottages doesn't fully capture the entity that is contemporary Ireland. We decided to look at the reverse of the clichéd image of what this country is about."

And what better way to do this than gather together some of the finest artists and craftspeople Ireland has to offer. Early last year Kennedy set about this daunting task. Whatever the discipline - fine artists, photographers, ceramicists, glass artists, wood turners, basket makers - all of these people had to excel at developing a tradition and moving it forward in a very contemporary way.

And tradition is a key word here. Kennedy was determined this body of work would illustrate the difference between tradition and traditional. "Notions of tradition can be too simplistic. They say if it's from Ireland then it should be an Aran sweater or a landscape. What we are doing here is not turning our backs on tradition but acknowledging that it can be influenced from places very far afield. Creation does not always recognise national boundaries."

But surely with a title like this, ironic or not, there has to be some examination of our national identity? "Of course, all of the makers are also addressing what Irishness means to them, if it means anything. But for a lot of these people, they are not defined by the country they live in or their country of birth. Their work is not defined by geography or politics but their own ideas and where they come from personally."

"Nobody has been asked to illustrate the theme 40 Shades of Green. What I have asked them to do is go back to the tradition of their own craft, a personal tradition not a national tradition. These are not people who are making something because they're passionate about Ireland, they are making something because they are passionate about ceramics, or sculpture or painting or wood turning."

This show represents 40 different voices coming out of Ireland. Three have written essays for the catalogue (novelist Eoin McNamee, Professor Dermot Diamond, Vice-President for Research at DCU and academic Marianne Mays) and the other 37 are Artists and Craftspeople either from or resident in Ireland. But was there any difficulty bringing the worlds of craft and fine art together? Some of the participants were reluctant to show craft and fine art together but ultimately everyone in this exhibition wanted to be involved in this idea.'

http://www.cork2005.ie/press/feature.asp?id=125

Cork- bottle-drink-Irish, 'tis but a short progression.

I have only but the once been in Ireland, when I went to Dublin and to Galway. Coincidentally the colleen and I were looking at a map yesterday, and thinking maybe it would be nice to take a drive down the Kerry, Connemara and Kinsale. I have never been in the south-west.

Thanks Letty for the words of the old song "The Piper of Dundee".
There is much history in the words of these old ballads, which I find wonderful....and salutary, too, and instructive. For instance, the idea that a street musician should play "a spring brent new frae yont the sea" (a new tune brought from overseas) means that international music ideas and exchanges did not start in our time, in the electronic nor the radio age.

A small celtic factoid for your listeners, O Queen of the Airways:

There is a small seaport near Kinsale called Cobh, and there are other places called Cove, including two I can think of in the west of Scotland. The two words are pronounced the same; the language owes its word "cove " to the older gaelic "cobh" meaning "harbour".

Tho' you would doubtless call it a harbor.

Good morning, WA2K.

Bob, thanks for reminding us of the rest of that song. Very clever, those lyrics.

Diane, When I look at that sweet, innocent face of Jim Morrison, I wonder where and at what time in his talented life, things went amiss. I do believe that Thomas Grey is correct when he observed:

"Where ignorance is bliss, til folly to be wise." That quote is so often misunderstood.

Buffalo Gals is a great old tune. Thanks, for the link, honey. When I get the chance I'll review the entire thing. (dial up, you know)

edgar, fantastic information about Johnny Cash. Don't we learn something new every day on WA2K? (and yes, the dam and the vacuum. )

McTag, what great info and translations about Gaelic. I need to review that more carefully. Yes, I and the rest of us Americans would call it harbor. I am especially fond of your observation about the cork progression.

Stay tuned, listeners. This promises to be a great Sunday, ides or no.

good song for a beautiful sunday morning

WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shakin' hands, sayin' "How do you do?"
They're really saying "I love you"

I hear babies cryin', I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll ever know
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world

Oh yeah

Thought for Today: ``Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.''

Susan Ertz, American author (1894-1985).

What does it mean, "to be lost in thought". I have often wondered about adages and proverbs and if they truly apply to our lives.

Back later, listeners. Somewhere in my mind is "Where the Shannon River Flows".

You brave Irish people wherever you be,
I pray stand a moment and listen to me;
Your sons and fair daughters,
They are going away,
And thousands are sailing to Amerikay.
CHORUS: So good luck to those people
And safe may they land.
They are leaving their country
For a far distant strand.
They are leaving old Ireland,
No longer can stay,
And thousands are sailing to Amerikay.

The night before leaving
They are bidding goodbye,
And it's early next morning
Their hearts give a sigh.
They do kiss their mothers,
And then they will say,
"Goodbye, dearest father,
I am now going away."

Their friends and relations,
And neighbours also,
When the trunks they are packed up
All ready to go,
The tears from their eyes then
Are falling like rain,
And the horses are prancing
Going off for the train.

When they do reach the station
You will hear their last cry,
With handkerchiefs waving
And bidding goodbye,
Their hearts will be breaking
When leaving the shore.
So goodbye, dear old Ireland,
We will ne'er see you no more.

So pity the mother
Who rears up the child
And likewise the father
Who labours and toils.
To try to support them
He works night and day,
And when they are reared
They will go away.

Ah keep your eyes on the road,
Your hands upon the wheel.
Keep your eyes on the road
Your hands upon the wheel.
Yeah, we're going to the roadhouse,
Gonna have a real good-time.

Yeah, the back of the roadhouse,
They've got some bungalows.
Yeah, the back of the roadhouse,
They've got some bungalows.

They dance for the people
Who like to go down slow.

Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, all night long.

Do it, robby, do it!

You gotta roll, roll, roll,
You gotta thrill my soul, alright.
Roll, roll, roll, roll-a
Thrill my soul.

Ashen-lady.
Ashen-lady.
Give up your vows.
Give up your vows.
Save our city.
Save our city.
Ah, right now.

Well, I woke up this morning
And I got myself a beer.
Well, I woke up this morning
And I got myself a beer.

The future's uncertain
And the end is always near.

Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, all night long.

Dee doody doom doom, dee doody doom doom)
(Dee doody doom doom, DOOM)

Seven little girls sittin' in the back seat
Huggin and a'kissin with Fred
I said "why don't one of you come up and sit beside me?"
And this is what the seven girls said

CHORUS
(All together now, one, two, three)
(Keep you mind on your drivin')
(Keep you hands on the wheel)
(Keep your snoopy eyes on the road ahead)
(We're havin' fun sittin' in the back seat kissin' and a'huggin with Fred)
(Dee doody doom doom, dee doody doom doom)
(Dee doody doom doom, DOOM)

Drove through the town, drove through the country
Showed 'em how a motor could go
I said "how do you like my triple carburetor?"
And one of them whispered low

CHORUS

Seven little girls smoochin' in the back seat
Every one in love with Fred
I said "you don't need me, I'll get off at my house"
And this is what the seven girls said

(All together now, one, two, three)
(Keep you mind on your drivin')
(Keep you hands on the wheel)
(Keep your snoopy eyes on the road ahead)
(We're havin' fun sittin' in the back seat kissin' and a'huggin with Fred)

All of them in love with Fred
(Dee doody doom doom)
Kissin' and a'huggin with Fred
(Dee doody doom doom)
Wish that I could be like Fred
(DOOM)

Anyway, last night the lady Diane was going through some boxes of papers we have not bothered with since our move to new mexico last summer and she came upon my hospital records from my stroke last year (pretty scary stuff) and I noticed my diagnosis of "acute cerebrovascular accident." The records also describe me as "appearing older than my age" to which the lady Diane tactfully explained that I had spent a lifetime working in the sun and was to be expected and the record went on to descibe me "very pleasant" which the lady explained to me as evidence that I was able to fool the entire hospital staff.
Well, as Lady McBeth said "Y'all have a nice day now, ya hear."

edgar, where do you get those songs? Seven little girls sittin' in the back seat smooching with Fred?

And I do believe, listeners, that those Brave Irish People had the same melody as sweet Betsy from pike.

Soooo, dys is going to the road house is he?

Yes, dys, I can well imagine those records were scary. I've read quite a few of those scary records meself.

As for the observation about looks and age, who really gives a BLEEP about that. Perhaps if that were the way that we made our living, it would matter, but not in the twilight of life. What is the most forceful fact involves the ability to sit down and talk about nothing, if one so desires, and the guts to keep going in spite of life.

Hey, folks. Today A1A was rife with bikes drowning out the surf, but I have never seen the ocean so lake-like. It's as though it's waiting to pounce on the corps of engineers who are rolling those big old machines trying to restore the dunes that Frances stole in her fury.

That sun 'll do it to a feller. But, I think the staff was spot on. Congratulations for recovering so well.

Good day all. I'm lost in thought pondering who determines, or how it is determined, how we should look at a given age. Oh well:

Another thought for the day:

A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort.
Herm Albright (1876 - 1944)

And some birthday celebs, (I see an Irishman there):

1733 Joseph Priestly, scientist/clergyman (Fieldhead, England; died 1804)
1855 Percival Lowell, astronomer (Boston, MA; died 1916)
1908 Walter H. Annenberg, publisher/philanthropist (Milwaukee, WI)
1911 L. Ron Hubbard, science fiction writer and founder of Scientology (Tilden, NE; died 1986)
1929 Helen Candaele St. Aubin (Helen Callaghan), star of the All-American Girls Professional Baseball League (Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada; died 1992)
1939 Neil Sedaka, singer/songwriter (New York, NY)
1950 William H. Macy, actor (Miami, FL)
1953 Deborah Raffin, actress (Los Angeles, CA)
1957 Glenne Headly, actress (New London, CT)
1960 Adam Clayton, musician (Dublin, Ireland)

Yes, indeed, Raggedy, I do see an Irishman. Pity that I've never heard of him. Perhaps a brief bio would be in order.

I have to smile at L.Ron Hubbard. I think he just made up that religion, Scientology, and it took off as cults often do.

And there's Neil Sadaka. He wrote a lovely song about immigrants as I recall. Had something to do with one of the Beatles deportation.

I notice that our eoe is back from her cruise. Hope she makes an appearance here to tell us all about it.

Which reminds me, listeners. Where is Panz? I wanted to hear about his concert.