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and this is for edgar and his house boat note.
HALL AND OATES ; Head Above Water

Oceans emotions yeah we all feel the same
Afraid of undertow and great tidal wave
may go under many hundred of times
keep on kickin', baby throw me a line
C.C. Sick, Mal de Mer
Try, try, try I'm holding on, holding my
Head above water
It's so hard to keep my Head Above Water

No never envy the big fish in da Pond
It's deep and dark when all the surface is gone
My kind of humor kind of keeping me dry
On the horizon, water touches the sky
C. C. Sick, Mal de Mer
Try, try, try I'm holding on, holding my
Head Above Water
It's so hard to keep my Head Above Water.

Big Boat Up The River lyrics

Big boat on the river hauling seven ton
Coming up from Natchez on the Memphis run
Paddle wheel a slipping and the keel done cracked
Mean old Mississippi trying to hold me back

Won't somebody tell my woman
Won't somebody tell my woman
Won't somebody tell my woman

Big boat up the river and it won't come down
Big boat up the river and it won't come down
Big boat up the river and it won't come down

Captain told the stokers well pack her tight
Got to get to Memphis by tomorrow night
Coming up the delta well the fathom set
Captain, Lord, Captain tell me where I at

Big boat a comin' in the pitch black night
That Mississippi fog that hits the pilot's light
Gauging, Mr gauger what's that rumblin' sound
Sandbank dead ahead and we done run on ground

My woman say she loves me and I know it's true
But I've done done something that you just don't do
Stayed from home too long and now I see
Some Natchez man is tryin' to take my gal from me

He's messing around with my woman
Messing around with my woman
He's messing around with my woman

When I go off this I'm gonna stay on land
Gonna take my little woman well a by the hand
Build me a cabin on a high old hill
Get me a rocking-chair and sit right still
But on some quiet night when the wind done rift
The sounds from the river will begin to drift
Some lonely rambler with a tearful eye
Will touch my heart with his mournful cry

Harry Belafonte

Incidentally, folks, here is a place that you can send Roger a message:

http://www.sanjuanregional.com/index.cfm?fa=category.display&category_id=359

I have no idea from whence this song came, but edgar's Harry reminded me of it somehow.

MY SHIP Has Sails

My ship has sails that are made of silk
The decks are trimmed with gold
And of jam and spice
There's a paradise in the hold
My ship's aglow with a million pearls
And rubies fill each bin
The sun sits high in a sapphire sky
When my ship comes in
I can wait the years till it appears
One fine day one spring
But the pearls and such
They don't mean much
If there's missing just one thing
I do not care if that day arrives
That dream need never be
If the ship I sing
Doesn't also bring
My own true love to me

Good afternoon WA2K.

Happy Birthday wishes today to:

Celeste Holm (90); Zizi Jeanmaire (81) (she danced the mermaid ballet in "Hans Christian Anderson"); Daniel Day-Lewis (50) and Michelle Pfeiffer (49).

Well, my goodness. No wonder I know "My Ship has Sails", it's written by Kurt Weill and Ira Gershwin.

Don't know where BioBob is, but here's a brief one about Kurt.

Kurt Weill

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Kurt Julian Weill (March 2, 1900 - April 3, 1950), born in Dessau, Germany and died in New York City, was a German and in his later years, a German-American composer active from the 1920s until his death. He was a leading composer for the stage, as well as writing a number of concert works.
Over fifty years after his death, his music continues to be performed both in popular and classical contexts. In Weill's lifetime, his work was most associated with the voice of his wife, Lotte Lenya, but shortly after his death "Mack the Knife" was established by Louis Armstrong and Bobby Darin as a jazz standard; his music since been recorded by other performers ranging from The Doors, Lou Reed, Dagmar Krause, and PJ Harvey to New York's Metropolitan Opera and the Vienna Radio Symphony Orchestra; singers as varied as Teresa Stratas, Ute Lemper, Gisela May, Anne Sofie von Otter, Dee Dee Bridgewater, and Marianne Faithfull have recorded entire albums of his music.

Artist: Bobby Darin Lyrics
Song: Mack the Knife Lyrics
Oh, the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear
And it shows them pearly white
Just a jackknife has old MacHeath, babe
And he keeps it, ah, out of sight
Ya know when that shark bites with his teeth, babe
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves, oh, wears old MacHeath, babe
So there's never, never a trace of red

Now on the sidewalk, huh, huh,
whoo sunny morning, un huh
Lies a body just oozin' life, eek
And someone's sneakin' 'round the corner
Could that someone be Mack the Knife?

There's a tugboat, huh, huh, down by the river dontcha know
Where a cement bag's just a'drooppin' on down
Oh, that cement is just, it's there for the weight, dear
Five'll get ya ten old Macky's back in town
Now d'ja hear 'bout Louie Miller? He disappeared, babe
After drawin' out all his hard-earned cash
And now MacHeath spends just like a sailor
Could it be our boy's done somethin' rash?

Now Jenny Diver, ho, ho, yeah, Sukey Tawdry
Ooh, Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
Oh, the line forms on the right, babe
Now that Macky's back in town

I said Jenny Diver, whoa, Sukey Tawdry
Look out to Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
Yes, that line forms on the right, babe
Now that Macky's back in town.....

Look out, old Macky's back!!

There is that pretty puppy. Faces first; right Raggedy? Thanks, PA. your timing was perfect.

You know, folks, I was thinking about what a wonderful and serious discussion that Gus and our listeners had about Daniel Day-Lewis in The Gangs of New York. It's a rarety to see that man become sober. <smile>

Streets of New York




I was eighteen years old, when I went down to Dublin
with a fistful of money and a cartload of dreams
"Take your time", said me father "stop rushing like hell
And remember all is not what it seems to be
For there's fellows would cut you for the coat on your back
Or the watch that you got from your mother
So take care me young buck-o and mind yourself well
And will you give this wee note to me brother"

At the time Uncle Benjy was a policeman in Brooklyn
And me father the youngest looked after the farm
When a phone call from America said 'Send the lad over'
And the ould fella said sure it wouldn't do any harm
For I spoent my life working this dirty old ground
For a few pints of porter and the smell of a pound
And sure maybe there's something you'll learn or you'll see
And you can bring it back home, make it easy on me

So I landed at Kennedy and a big yellow taxi
Carried me and my bags through the streets and the rain
Well my poor heart was pumping around with excitement
And I hardly even heard what the driver was saying
We came in the short parkway to the flatlands in Brooklyn
To my uncle's apartment on East 53rd
I was feeling so happy I was humming a song
And I sang you're as "Free as a bird"

Well to shorten the story what I found out that day
Was that Benjy got shot in a downtown foray
And while I was flyng my way to New York
Poor Benjy was lying in a cold city morgue
Well I phoned up the ould fella, told him the news
I could tell he could hardly stand up in his shoes
And he wept as he told me, go ahead with the plan
And not to forget to be a proud Irishman

So I went up to Nelly's beside Fordham Road
And I started to learn about lifting the load
But the healthiest thing that I carried that year
Was the bitter sweet thoughts of my home town so dear
I went home that December 'cause the old fella died
Had to borrow the money from Phil on the side
And all the bright flowers and grass couldn't hide
The poor wasted face of my father

I sold up the old farmyard for what it was worth
And into my bag stuck a handful of earth
Then I boarded a train and I caught me a plane
And I found myself back in the U.S. again
It's been twenty-two years since I set foot in Dublin
The kids know to use the correct knife and fork
But I'll never forget the green grass and the rivers
As I keep law and order in the streets of New York

Wolfetones

Ah, the Irish cop, edgar. Your ballad gave me goose bumps, Texas.

Another New York song, folks.

by Aretha Franklin

La-la-la la la la la la la la)
(La-la-la la la la la la la la)

(There´s a rose in black at Spanish Harlem)
(A rose in black at Spanish Harlem)

It is the special one
It never sees the sun
It only comes up
When the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming
It´s growing in the street
Right up through the concrete
But soft sweet and dreamy

(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)
(A rose in black at Spanish Harlem)

With eyes as black as coal
That look down in his soul
It start a fire there and then he looses control
I´m gonna beg his par-ar-ar-ardon yeah
He´s going to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows
In his garden

(Instrumental)

(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem uum uum)
(A rose in black at Spanish Harlem uum uum)

With eyes as black as coal
That look down in his soul
And start a fire there and then he loses control
And I wanna beg his par-ar-ar-don
He´s going to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows
In his garden

(La-la-la- la la la la la la la)
(La la la-la-la la-la-la la)
(La la la-la-la la-la-la la)
Fades-
(La la la-la-la la-la-la la

Boats and roses:

Rose Rose I Love You

Performed by Frankie Laine

*Rose, Rose I love you with an aching heart
What is your future now we have to part
Standing on the jetty
As the steamer moves away
Flower of Malaya I can not stay

Make way, oh make way
For my eastern Rose
Men crowd in dozens, ev'rywhere she goes
In her rick'shaw on the street
Or in the cabaret
Please make way for Rose
You can hear them say

**All my life, I shall remember
Oriental music and you in muy arms
Perfumed flowers in your traces
Lotus scented breezes and swaying palms

Rose, Rose I love you
With your almond eyes
Fragrant and slender'neath tropical skies
I must cross the seas again
And never see you more
Way back to my home on a distant shore

(Repeat **)

Rose, Rose, I leave you
My ship is in the bay
Kiss me farewell now, there's nothing to say
East is east and west is west
Our worlds are far apart
I must leave you now but I leave my heart

(Repeat *)

Well, edgar and folks, Frankie wrote some really good ones and then there were a few that warn't so good.

How about this rose, Texas:

THE ROSE (Bette Midler)

Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower, and you it's only seed.

It's the heart, afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance.
It's the dream, afraid of waking, that never takes a chance.
It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give.
And the soul, afraid of dyin', that never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely, and the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows,
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes The Rose

Gave myself chills that time.

Some think that song is too maudlin, Letty, but I love it. Always have. It came out at a time when I thought "that love is only for the lucky and the strong." I remember feeling that I was neither.

Just goes to show you...given enough time, everything changes. :wink:


(edited) HEY! Congratulations to us! We're at 3,000 pages!

one of my favourite kurt weill songs

Ballad of the Soldier's Wife
Marianne Faithfull

What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the ancient city of Prague ?
From Prague came a pair of high heeled shoes,
With a kiss or two came the high heeled shoes
From the ancient city of Prague.

What was sent to the soldier's wife
From Oslo over the sound ?
From Oslo there came a collar of fur,
How it pleases her, the little collar of fur
From Oslo over the sound.

What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the wealth of Amsterdam ?
From Amsterdam he got her a hat,
She looked sweet in that,
In her little Dutch hat
From the wealth of Amsterdam.

What was sent to the soldier's wife
From Brussels in Belgian land ?
From Brussels he sent her those laces so rare
To have and to wear,
Allamp; those laces so rare
From Brussels in Belgian land.

What was sent to the soldier's wife
From Paris, city of light ?
In Paris he got her a silken gown,
'Twas ended in town that silken gown
From Paris city of light.

What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the South from Bucharest ?
From Bucharest he sent her a shirt
Embroidered and pert, that Rumanian shirt
From the South from Bucharest.

What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the far-off Russian land ?
From Russia there came just a widow's veil
For her dead to bewail in her widow's veil
From the far-off Russian land,
From the far-off Russian land.

Hey, Eva. Welcome back, honey. You're right, but sometimes the most sentimental songs can make me weep.

Well, I'll be a weeping willow. 3000. That is wonderful and a big thanks to all of our contributors.

Now here is something for son of Eva.



You were young, so I let you run
To spread your wings in the morning sun
You cut your fingers and you scraped your knee
And so you decided to come back to me


And follow, yes, follow the bouncing ball
Follow it, follow it over the wall
Mellow and yellow and tangerine
Pulsing to the rhythm of my tambourine

Spinning free from your world out there
You re-entered my atmosphere
I won’t ask you what you went to see
I’ll just let you come back to me


And follow, yes, follow the bouncing ball
Follow it, follow it over the wall
Mellow and yellow and tangerine
Pulsing to the rhythm of my tambourine


And follow, yes, follow the bouncing ball
Follow it, follow it over the wall
Mellow and yellow and tangerine
Pulsing to the rhythm of my tambourine


And follow, yes, follow the bouncing ball
Follow it, follow it over the wall
Mellow and yellow and tangerine
Pulsing to the rhythm of my tambourine


And follow, yes, follow the bouncing ball
Follow it, follow it over the wall
Mellow and yellow and tangerine...



Back later to look at the soldier's wife, dj.

You know, dj. I think you just made us get serious, honey. That is a somber song that makes us realize that war is NO game.

Well, daughter of Mamma needs to eat something, so it's time for a station break.

This is cyber space, WA2K radio.

Well, folks. I'd be lyin' if I said that I wasn't sleepy, so let's listen to this lion sleep.

Song: The Lion Sleeps Tonight Lyrics
Lala kahle [Sleep well]

In the jungle, the mighty jungle
The lion sleeps tonight
In the jungle, the mighty jungle
The lion sleeps tonight

(Chorus)
Imbube

Ingonyama ifile [The lion's in peace]
Ingonyama ilele [The lion sleeps]
Thula [Hush]

Near the village, the peaceful village
The lion sleeps tonight
Near the village, the peaceful village
The lion sleeps tonight

(Chorus)

Ingonyama ilele [The lion sleeps]

Hush, my darling, don't fear, my darling
The lion sleeps tonight
Hush, my darling, don't fear, my darling
The lion sleeps tonight

He, ha helelemama [He, ha helelemama]
Ohi'mbube [lion]

(Chorus)

Ixesha lifikile [Time has come]
Lala [Sleep]
Lala kahle [Sleep well]

Near the village, the peaceful village
The lion sleeps tonight
Near the village, the peaceful village
The lion sleeps tonight

(Chorus)

My little darling
Don't fear, my little darling
My little darling
Don't fear, my little darling

Ingonyama ilele [The lion sleeps]


Goodnight, my friends.

From Letty with love

congrats to all the radionauts here....3000

mighty fine

Mornin', panz. Did you mean nauts or nuts? Glad to see you back, buddy.

How about a little morning song from some famous brothers, folks.

Doobie Brothers

Well, music, sweet music
Lord, is gonna be played, mm-hmm
And the sound of Billy's banjo
Is like honey on your day
When they promenade down through the square
They'll hear you say
I'm comin' your way
And I'm only just a growin'
A little each day
The sun of the delta
Beams across your face, oh yeah

And good old Grand-dad's stories
Seem to set your pace
All the men you've known in this town
Don't seem to have it
And they bring you down
Well, remember you're just growin'
A little each day

So throw out your arms and take in the sky
Take down your hair and watch the birds fly
Don't be afraid to show how you feel
Don't sit and hide, don't you know that you're real
You can have it if you want it
Change yourself and play
'Cause you're only, only just growin'
A little each day

So woman, sweet woman
Why you feel that way
don't you know you're only growin'
Just a little each day
When the good Lord placed you on this earth
His good words to heed
It's all that you need
And you're only just growin'
A little each day

Oh, you're only just growin'
A little each day
Oh, sweet woman, you're only just growin'
A little each day

This is dedicated to the person that should know.

Genesis-No Reply At All

Talk to me, you never talk to me.
Ooh, it seems that I can speak.
I can hear my voice shoutin' out.

But there's no reply at all.

Look at me, you never look at me.
Ooh, I've been sittin, starin', seems so long.
But you're lookin' through me
Like I wasn't here at all.

No reply. There's no reply at all.

Dance with me, you never dance with me.
Ooh, it seems that I can move.
I'm close to you, close as I can get.

Yet there's no reply at all.
There's no reply at all.

Be with me. Seems you're never here with me.
Ooh, I've been tryin' to get over there.
Oh, but it's out of my reach.

And there's no reply at all.
There's no reply at all.

I get the feelin' you're tryin' to tell me;
Is there somethin' that I should know?
What excuse are you tryin' to sell me?
Should I be readin' stop or go?
I don't know.

Be with me. Seems you're never here with me.
Ooh, I've been tryin' to get over there.
Oh, but it's out of my reach.

And there's no reply at all.
There's no reply at all.

I get the feelin' you're tryin' to tell me;
Is there somethin' that I should know?
What excuse are you tryin' to sell me?
Should I be readin' stop or go?
I don't know.

Maybe deep down inside,
I'm tryin' for no one else but me,
too stubborn to say, "The buck stops here.
I'm not the one you're lookin' for."

But maybe deep down inside, I'm lyin'
To no one else but me.
Oh, but my back is up. I'm on my guard
With all the exits sealed.

Listen to me, you never listen to me.
Oooh, and it seems there's no way out.
I've been tryin' but we cannot connect.

And there's no reply at all.
There's no reply at all.
There's no reply at all.
No reply at all.
Is anybody list'nin? Oh, there's no reply at all...

Ah, TTH, a secret love? How romantic, honey.

Here's something from Sarah, listeners.

Artist: Delerium/Sarah McLachlan Lyrics
Song: Silence

Give me release
Witness me
I am outside
Give me peace

Heaven holds a sense of wonder And I wanted to
believe that I'd get caught up
When the rage in me subsides

Passion chokes the flower
until she cries no more
Possesing all the beauty
hungry still for more

Heaven holds a sense of wonder And I wanted to
believe that I'd get caught up
When the rage in me subsides

In this white wave I am sinking in this silence
In this white wave...in this silence...I believe

I can't help longing
comfort me
I can't hold it all in"
if you won't let me

Heaven holds a sense of wonder And I wanted to
believe that I'd get caught up
When the rage in me subsides

In this white wave I am sinking in this silence
In this white wave...in this silence...I believe
I have seen you...in this white wave you are silent
you are breathing in this white wave...I am free

Corinne Calvet
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Corinne Calvet, stage name of Corinne Dibos, (30 April 1925-23 June 2001) was a French actress who appeared mostly in American films.

Born in Paris, Calvet studied criminal law at the Sorbonne and made her debut in French radio, stage plays and cinema in the 1940s before being brought to Hollywood in the 1940s by producer Hal Wallis. He cast her in Rope of Sand (1949) opposite Burt Lancaster and Paul Henreid. In the 1950s, she appeared in a string of films, usually playing French characters, opposite such leading men as Danny Kaye (On the Riviera), Joseph Cotten (Peking Express), James Cagney (What Price Glory), James Stewart (The Far Country), Alan Ladd (Thunder in the East), Tony Curtis (So This Is Paris) and Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis.

She continued to act in Italian and French productions as well as making appearances on American television series, with occasional roles in films. Her last film was in The Sword and the Sorcerer (1982)

In her memoir, entitled Has Corinne Been a Good Girl?, she stated that the roles she played for Hollywood studios never challenged her acting ability.

Her father is said to have invented Pyrex. She was married three times. Her first marriage was to actor John Bromfield (1948 - 17 March 1954), who had co-starred with her in Rope of Sand and who, she claimed had been ordered to marry her by his studio. She then married Jeffrey Stone (1955 - ?) and Robert J. Wirt (1968 - October 1971). All three marriages ended in divorce. She died in Los Angeles of a cerebral hemorrhage.