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Well, edgar. I will have you know that I played a tenor ukelele, and became rather proficient at it. I guess Woody knew about The Grapes of Wrath, right?



From my ukelele days:

Please don't make me wait too late tomorrow comes
And I will not be late
Late to day when it becomes tomorrow I will
Leave to go a-way

Goodbye...Goodbye...
Goodbye, Goodbye, my love, Goodbye

Songs that lingered on my lips excite me now
And linger on my mind
Leave your flowers at my door I'll leave them for
The one who waits behind

Goodbye...Goodbye...
Goodbye, Goodbye, my love, Goodbye

Far away my lover sings a lonely song
And calls me to her side
When a song of lonely love invites me on
I must go to her side

Goodbye...Goodbye...
Goodbye, Goodbye, my love, Goodbye

Back later to acknowledge each contributor.

dj, Welcome back, Canada. Love your Tom Waits and Johnny Cash songs about love. Don't know 10cc, however, but the lyrics are nice.

Well, folks. Love is something that is learned. We're not born with it. Speaking of being born, here's a rather sad song for the evening.

Ray Charles

Artist: Ray Charles Lyrics
Song: Born To Lose Lyrics
Born to lose, I've lived my life in vain
Every dream has only brought me pain
All my life I've always been so blue
Born to lose and now I'm losing you.

Born to lose, it seems so hard to bear
How I long to always have you near
You've grown tired and now you say we're through
Born to lose and now I'm losing you.

Born to lose, my every hope is gone
It's so hard to face that empty dawn
You were all the happiness I knew
Born to lose and now I'm losing you.

There's no use to dream of happiness
All I see is only loneliness
All my life I've always been so blue
Born to lose and now I'm losing you
Born to lose and now I'm losing you.

ABC-Love Conquers All



(released 1991)

L-O-V-E love conquers all



Making like a
Romeo, making on a Juliet (she said)

Maybe
you're a Montague, maybe you're a Capulet

Maybe you don't trust me yet, let me light your
cigarette

Be you shark, be you jet, never forget
that



Love conquers all (L-O-V-E love)

Love conquers all (L-O-V-E love)

When Bogart
saw Bacall

He knew that love conquers all (L-O-V-E
love)

(Woah) It's only love, yeah

Love conquers all



Making life a
monument, making love a strategy (she said)

Baby
you're so confident, why the hell you asking me

Savages from hostile tribes, slug it out on alibies

All for love, all just lies, open those eyes (sing)



Love conquers all (L-O-V-E love)

Love
conquers all (L-O-V-E love)

When hate is strong, fear
stands tall

Love conquers all

(Woah)
It's only love, yeah

Love conquers all



Anyone who loves you, anyone who breaks your
heart

Anyone who makes you feel this way



Feelings deep enough to swim in

Back
stroke, or crawl

It's just the beginning

Love conquers all



Love conquers
all (L-O-V-E love)

Love conquers all (L-O-V-E
love)

You can beg, steal or crawl (L-O-V-E love)

Love conquers all (L-O-V-E love)



When hate is strong, fear stands tall

Love conquers
all

L-O-V-E, L-O-V-E love conquers all

Well, TTH, it may and it may not. (conquer all, that is)

My goodnight song, and I love Johnny Mercer.


Personality

Johnny Mercer
Words by Johnny Burke
Music by Jimmy Van Heusen



When Madam Pompadour was on a ballroom floor
Said all the gentlemen "Obviously,"
"The madam has the cutest personality"

And think of all the books about Du Barry's looks
What was it made her the toast of Paree?
She had a well-developed personality

(What did Romeo see in Juliet?)
(Or Figaro in Figarette?)
(Or Jupiter in Juno?)
You know!

And when Salome danced and had the boys entranced
No doubt it must have been easy to see
That she knew how to use her personality

(A girl can learn to spell and take dictation well)
(And never sit on the boss's left knee)
(Unless she's got a perfect personality)

(A girl can get somewhere in spite of stringy hair)
(Or even just a bit bowed at the knee)
(If she can show a faultless personality)

Why are certain girls offered certain things
Like sable coats and wedding rings?
By men who wear their spats right?
(That's right!)

(So don'tcha say "I'm smart and have the kindest heart"
(Or "what a wonderful sister I'd be")

Just tell me how you like my
Personality.

Goodnight, my friends

From Letty with love

One of my favourites by Daniel Lanois




Ma jolie, how do you do?
Mon nom est Jean-Guy Thibault-Leroux
I come from East of Gatineau
My name is Jean-Guy, ma jolie
J'ai une maison à Lafontaine
Where we can live, if you marry me
Une belle maison à Lafontaine
Where we will live, you and me
O-oh Louise... ma jolie Louise

Tous les matins au soleil
I will work till work is done
Tous les matins au soleil
I did work till work is done
And one day the foreman
Said «Jean-Guy, we must let you go»
Et puis mon nom, y est pas bon
At the mill any more
O-oh Louise, I'm losing my head
I'm losing my head

My kids are small, four and three
Et la bouteille, she's mon amie
I drink the rum till I can't see
It hides the shame Louise does not see
The carousel turns in my head
And I can't hide, oh no no no no
And the rage turns in my head
And Louise, I struck her down
Down on the ground... I'm losing my mind
I'm losing my mind

En septembre soixante-trois
The kids are gone and so is Louise
Ontario they did go
Near la ville de Toronto
Now my tears, they roll down
Tous les jours, o-o-o-oh
And I remember the days
And the promises that we made
O-oh Louise, ma jolie Louise, ma jolie Louise

Woody not only knew Grapes of Wrath, he made a song about it.

TOM JOAD
(Woody Guthrie)
Tom Joad got out of the old McAlester Pen
There he got his parole
After four long years on a man killing charge
Tom Joad come a walking down the road, poor boy
Tom Joad come a walking down the road
Tom Joad he met a truck driving man
There he caught him a ride He said: "I just got loose from
McAlester's Pen On a charge called Homicide, A charge called
Homicide."
That truck rolled away in a cloud of dust,
Tommy turned his face toward home,
He met Preacher Casey and they had a little drink,
But they found that his family they was gone,
He found that his family they was gone.
He found his mother's old fashion shoe
Found his daddy's hat.
And he found little Muley and Muley said:
"They've been tractored out by the cats,
They've been tractored out by the cats."
Tom Joad walked down to the neighbors farm
Found his family.
They took Preacher Casey and loaded in a car
And his mother said "We got to git away."
His mother said 'We got to get away."
Now the twelve of the Joads made a mighty heavy load
But Grandpa Joad did cry.
He picked up a handful of land in his hand
Said: "I'm stayin' with the farm till I die.
Yes, I'm stayin' with my farm till I die."
They fed him short ribs and coffee and soothing syrup
And Grandpa Joad did die.
They buried Grandpa Joad by the side of the road,
Buried Grandma on the California side,
They buried Grandma on the California side.
They stood on a Mountain and they looked to the West And it
looked like the promised land. That bright green valley with a
river running through, There was work for every single hand, they
thought, There was work for every single hand.
The Joads rolled away to a Jungle Camp, There they cooked a stew.
And the hungry little kids of the Jungle Camp Said: "We'd like to

have some too." Said: "We'd like to have some too."
Now a Deputy Sheriff fired loose at a man
Shot a woman in the back.
Before he could take his aim again
Preacher Casey dropped him in his track.
Preacher Casey dropped him in his track.
They handcuffed Casey and they took him to Jail
And then he got away.
And he met Tom Joad on the old river bridge,
And these few words he did say, poor boy,
These few words he did say.
"I preached for the Lord a mighty long time
Preached about the rich and the poor.
Us workin' folks got to all get together,
Cause we ain't got a chance anymore.
We ain't got a chance anymore."
The Deputies come and Tom and Casey run
To the bridge where the water run down.
But the vigilante thug hit Casey with a club,
They laid Preacher Casey on the ground.
They laid Preacher Casey on the ground.
Tom Joad he grabbed that Deputy's club
Hit him over the head.
Tom Joad took flight in the dark rainy night
A Deputy and a Preacher lying dead, two men,
A Deputy and a Preacher lying dead.
Tom run back where his mother was asleep
He woke her up out of bed.
Then he kissed goodbye to the mother that he loved
Said what Preacher Casey said, Tom Joad,
He said what Preacher Casey said.
"Ever'body might be just one big soul
Well it looks that a way to me.
Everywhere that you look in the day or night
That's where I'm gonna be, Ma,
That's where I'm gonna be.
Wherever little children are hungry and cryin
Wherever people ain't free.
Wherever men are fightin' for their rights
That's where I'm gonna be, Ma.
That's where I'm a gonna be.

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

Beth, what a lovely song, and believe it or not I understood it. Thanks, TO.

Well, edgar, that is quite a surprise. I guess the dust bowl affected the lives of too many people, Texas. Thanks for the reminder as many changes in our atmosphere are apparent, especially here.

Captivated by Daniel Lanois, I searched out these lyrics, folks:

I laid awake a whole night long,
waiting for the sun to beat down on my head
in this broken bed

I laid awake and dreamt of ships
passing through night,
searching for shelter,
stopping at no harbor

I heard the screaming waters
call sixty sailors' names
Raging words, pounding on the sail
like an angry whale

I felt the iron rudder skip
the smell of seeping oil,
the heat of slipping rope.
Failing hands, failing hope

Every sailor asks...
asks the question about the cargo
he is carrying

God's anger broke through the clouds
and He spilt the cargo for all to see -

The fault of the sailor,
the fault of he who asks no questions
about the cargo he is carrying

Fishes and tales and a fisherman's daughter
walks in the rain, she walks to the water
to the sea

That song must be based on a true event.

The Highwayman
By Alfred Noyes and Phil Ochs

C Em
The wind was a torrent of darkness
Am
Among the gusty trees
Em F
The moon was a ghostly galleon
Dm G7
Tossed upon cloudy seas
C Em
And the road was a ribbon of moonlight
Am
Over the purple moor
F C E Am
And the highwayman came riding, riding, riding
F C
Yes, the highwayman came riding
Dm G7
Up to the old inn door
Over the cobbles he clattered
And clashed in the darkened yard
And he tapped with his whip at the window
But all was locked and barred
So he whistled a tune to the window
And who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black eyed daughter
Bess the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a dark red love knot
Into her long black hair
One kiss, my bonny sweetheart
For I'm after a prize tonight
But I shall be back with the yellow gold
Before the morning light
Yet if they press me sharply
Harry me through the day
Oh, then look for me by moonlight
Watch for me by moonlight
And I'll come to thee by moonlight
Though Hell should bar the way
He did not come at the dawning
No, he did not come at the noon
And out of the tawny sunset
before the rise of the moon
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon
Looping the purple moor
Oh a redcoat troop came marching, marching, marching
King George's men came marching
Up to the old inn door
And they bound the landlord's daughter
with many a sniggering jest
And they bound the musket beside her
With the barrel beneath her breast
Now keep good watch and they kissed her
She heard the dead man say
"Oh look for me by moonlight
Watch for me by moonlight
And I'll come to thee by moonlight
Though Hell should bar the way"
Look for me by moonlight
Hoof beats ringing clear
Watch for me by moonlight
Were they deaf that they did not hear
For he rode on the gypsy highway
She breathed one final breath
Then her finger moved in the moonlight
Her musket shattered the moonlight
And it shattered her breast in the moonlight
And warned him with her death
Oh he turned; he spurred on to the west
He did not know who stood
Out with her black hair a flowing down
Drenched with her own red blood
Oh not 'til the dawn had he heard it
And his face grew gray to hear
How Bess the landlord's daughter
The landlord's black eyed daughter
Had watched for her love in the moonlight
And died in the darkness there
C Em
Back he spurred like a madman
Am
Shrieking a curse to the sky
Em F
With the white road smoking behind him
Dm G
And his rapier brandished high
C Em
Blood red were his spurs in the golden noon
Am
Wine red his velvet coat
F C
When they shot him down on the highway
E Am
Down like a dog on the highway
F C
And he lay in his blood on the highway
F G
With a bunch of lace at his throat
And still on a winter's night they say
When the wind is in the trees
When the moon is a ghostly galleon
Tossed upon cloudy seas
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight
Over the purple moor
Oh the highwayman comes riding, riding, riding
Yes the highwayman comes riding
Up to the old inn door.

My word, edgar. I adore that poem and to think Phil Ochs made it into a song is mind boggling. Thank you so much, Texas. One of the finest examples of direct metaphor that I have ever read, and now heard.

Always find something new in our search for knowledge and musical history, folks.

Here is another from Leonard Cohen:

Give me back my broken night
My mirrored room,
My secret life
Its lonely here,
There's no one
Left to torture
Give me absolute control
Over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
Thats an order!

Give me crack and (bleep)
Take the only tree thats left
And stuff it up the hole
In your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St Paul
Ive seen the future, brother:
It is murder

Things are going to slide,
Slide in all directions
Wont be nothing
Nothing you can measure
Anymore
The blizzard,
The blizzard of the world
Has crossed the threshold
And it has overturned
The order of the soul
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant

You dont know me from the wind
You never will, you never did
Im the little jew
Who wrote the Bible
Ive seen the nations
Rise and fall
Ive heard their stories,
Heard them all
But loves the only engine
Of survival
Your servant here,
He has been told
To say it clear,
To say it cold:
Its over, it aint going
Any further
And now the wheels
Of heaven stop
You feel the devils riding crop
Get ready for the future:
It is murder

Things are going to slide ...

There'll be the breaking
Of the ancient
Western code
Your private life
Will suddenly explode
Therell be phantoms
Therell be fires on the road
And the white man dancing
Youll see a woman
Hanging upside down
Her features
Covered by her fallen gown
And all the lousy little poets
Coming round
Tryin to sound like
Charlie Manson
And the white man dancin

Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St Paul
Give me Christ
Or give me Hiroshima
Destroy another fetus now
We dont like children anyhow
Ive seen the future, baby:
It is murder

Things are going to slide ...

When they said Repent Repent ...

WOW!

Love this line:
And all the lousy little poets
Coming round
Tryin to sound like
Charlie Manson

Absolutely, edgar. I suppose if I could describe Cohen in terms of art, it would have to be abstract.

For those who are interested in learning more about the "little Jew in Montreal" as he refers to himself, see here.

http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Leonard-Cohen-Biography/A91B96BD0654A67B48256AF00025BBF3

Well, we hope to see our hawk and pup appear shortly, but until then, we are happy to announce that our polar bear talked with Roger on the phone very briefly. Roger is in a great deal of pain as one would suspect, but at least voice contact has been made.

The Night I Painted the Sky
Artist(Band):Jimmy Buffett

I came from the north
Escaping convention
Modern invention that won't let me be
To the shores of St. Martin
With my fiction addiction
To restart the fire
A dreamer's remedy

Independence Day
And all I remember
Was a midnight rainbow
That fell from the sky
As I stand on the beach
I slowly surrender
To the child in me
That can't say goodbye

The rockets in the air
And the people everywhere
Put away their differences for a while
Oh I am still a child
When it comes to something wild
Oh that was the night
I painted the sky

I dug in the sand
Like a boy on a mission
And there in my hands
A pyro's delight

If un bombadier
A night time magician
I sparked the sky
As the rockets fly from view

The rockets in the air
And the people everywhere
Put away their differences for a while
es I am still a child
When it comes to something wild
Oh that was the night
I painted the sky

Oh the mortars they roar
In anticipation
Proceeding the sigh
Of the uplifted eyes
It showers us all
In sulfuric sensation
The colors shine
And a fiery rhyme tonight

The rockets in the air (Ooooh...)
And the people everywhere
Won't you put away your differences for a while
I am but a child
When it comes to something wild
Oh that was the night
That was the night
Oh that was the night
I painted the sky
Painted the sky
Painted the sky

"A pyro's delight" lead me to this interesting song by Nocturne.

A Pyrrhic Victory

Spoken:
Tonight I stand before you to bring you a sense of dignity, a sense of pride. Together we shall stand in unity and in strength. We will unite, under my command, as one. This nation is made not of fear, this army is made not of cowards. We are a powerful creation, and all that is on our minds is to destroy. Now is the time to prepare yourselves, we are nothing unless we conquer, and conquer we shall.

My supremacy will never fail
We will not die!

Those of you who choose to stand alone, will suffer alone, and perish...alone.

And those of you who choose to defy my command, how dare you?! I am your leader, I've raised you, and I own you. Tonight, we will unify and take what is rightfully ours. We will push their government into the sea, and the sea will turn red from their blood. This nation is constructed of strength and power. There is nothing we cannot do. We will fight until no man, woman, or child is left alive. This world will be ours.

My authority will never fail.
We will not die!

As your ruler, I command each and every one of you to arm yourselves, leave your homes, kiss your children goodbye. You are now a member of this army, with a mission to destroy. This shall be the greatest massacre in the history of the earth. We will enslave them! We will abolish them! We will bury them! Our victory will be their declivity. And then, and only then can we feel a sense of honor, a sense of triumph. I will, ladies and gentlemen, live to see this. I will live to watch them fall, I will watch them go down...
Go down...

Letty,
That song is just plain eerie.

It is, TTH.

Last evening, I watched Supernatural, and it was all about a ghost that haunted Folsom prison. We remember that place, of course, because of Johnny Cash. I was amazed at some of the famous inmates such as
Charles Manson, Timothy Leary, musician Rick James and Death Row Records owner Suge Knight. Strangely enough, Johnny Cash was never incarcerated there.

Johnny Cash
Folsom Prison Blues

I hear the train a comin´
it´s rolling round the bend
and I ain´t seen the sunshine since I don´t know when,
I´m stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin´ on
but that train keeps a rollin´ on down to San Anton..
When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son,
always be a good boy, don´t ever play with guns.
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
now every time I hear that whistle I hang my head and cry..

I bet there´s rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
they´re probably drinkin´ coffee and smoking big cigars.
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can´t be free
but those people keep a movin´
and that´s what tortures me...

Well if they´d free me from this prison,
if that railroad train was mine
I bet I´d move just a little further down the line
far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay
and I´d let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.....

One of my favorite songs was recorded by Johnny Cash. It was first done by Bobby Helms.

Nearest Thing to Heaven

I have sailed the peaceful waters
Of the ocean deep and blue
I held my breath and watched
The western sunset's golden hue
I've flown above the mountain peaks
And valley's wide and green
But you're the nearest thing to heaven that I've seen
You're the nearest thing to heaven, yes you are
I have searched for happiness so long and far
But my search for love was through
The day that I found you
'Cause you're the nearest thing to heaven, yes you are
I confess that I've been tempted
By a luring magic charm
When a smile was flashed my way
And stood before two open arms
But I turned and walked away because
I love you like I do
You're the nearest thing to heaven, darling you
You're the nearest thing to heaven, yes you are
I have searched for happiness so long and far
But my search for love was through
The day that I found you
'Cause you're the nearest thing to heaven, yes you are
I have watched the silver raindrops
Fall to earth to cool the day
Watched the rainbow at twilight
When the clouds had blown away
I loved the pretty flowers
But he cannot buy their worth
But you're the nearest thing to heaven on this earth
You're the nearest thing to heaven, yes you are
I have searched for happiness for long and far
But my search for love was through
The day that I found you
'Cause you're the nearest thing to heaven, yes you are

Speaking of heaven, Texas, since this is Sunday, I recall Jim Ed Brown and The Browns.


I like this song, folks, and let's dedicate it to soccer George.

The Bells

There's a village hidden deep in the valley among the pine trees half forlorn
And there on a sunny morning little Jimmy Brown was born
All the chapel bells were ringing in the little valley town
And the songs that they were singing was for baby Jimmy Brown
And the little congregation prayed for guidance from above
Lead us not into temptation bless this hour of meditation guide him with eternal love
There's a village hidden deep in the valley beneath the mountains high above
And there twenty years thereafter Jimmy was to meet his love
All the chapel bells were ringing twas a great day in his life
For the songs that they were singing was for Jimmy and his wife
And the little congregation prayed for guidance from above
Lead us not into temptation bless oh Lord this celebration
May their lives be filled with love
From the village hidden deep in the valley one rainy morning dark and grey
A soul which wait in the heaven Jimmy Brown had passed away
Just the lonely bell was ringing in the little valley town
Twas there well it was singing to our good old Jommy Brown
And the little congregation prayed for guidance from above
Lead us not into temptation may his soul find this salvation of Thy great eternal love

sorry for the interruption folks...I had to show you this map of Florida when the Atlantic rises 3 meters..
Letty...pack your bags...we're moving inland

Just build house boats and stay put.

Wow, Panz. I just emailed you about Roger. This is getting spooky, buddy.

I prefer to look at the ocean's encroachment with optimism. I may have beach front property any day now. Of course, I wouldn't be able to afford the insurance or upkeep. (gotta have a little pessimism in there)

Good to see you back, honey.

Wanna do a little Hank?