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Oops, edgar. I'm afraid that I have forgotten Trini Lopez. Will have to check him out for our audience.

Ah, the night has fallen and it's so quiet here. Let's listen to this one by Antonio Carlos Jobim

Corcovado

Quiet nights 'n quiet stars, quiet chords from my guitar
Floating on the silence that surrounds us
Quiet thoughts 'n quiet dreams, quiet walks by quiet streams
Climbing hills where lovers go to watch the world below together
We will live eternally in this mood of reverie
Away . . . from all the earthly cares around us
My world was dull each minute until I found you in it
And all at once the happiness I knew,
Became these quiet nights of loving you!
[instrumental break]
We will live eternally in this mood of reverie
Away . . . from all the earthly cares around us
My world was dull each minute until I found you in it
And all at once the happiness I knew,
Became these quiet nights of loving you!
Hmmm . . .

It's late for me, folks, but this is a dedication for the Turtles in Hawaii, and it's one of my favorites by Nat Cole, so it will be my goodnight song too.

When I fall in love it will be forever
Or I'll never fall in love
In a restless world like this is
Love is ended before it's begun
And too many moonlight kisses
Seem to cool in the warmth of the sun

When I give my heart it will be completely
Or I'll never give my heart
And the moment I can feel that you feel that way too
Is when I fall in love with you.



And the moment I can feel that you feel that way too
Is when I fall in love with you.

Goodnight,
From Letty with love

thank you for that dedication, Miss Letty. it's still too early for goodnight here, but for everyone else, here's Ringo & company:

Now it's time to say good night
Good night, sleep tight
Now the sun turns out his light
Good night, sleep tight
Dream sweet dreams for me (Dream sweet)
Dream sweet dreams for you

Close your eyes and I'll close mine
Good night, sleep tight
Now the moon begins to shine
Good night, sleep tight
Dream sweet dreams for me (Dream sweet)
Dream sweet dreams for you

Mmmmmm
Mmmmmm
Mmmmmmmmmm

Close your eyes and I'll close mine
Good night, sleep tight
Now the sun turns out his light
Good night, sleep tight
Dream sweet dreams for me (Dream sweet)
Dream sweet dreams for you

Good night, good night, everybody
Everybody everywhere
Good night

Another Trini Lopez



When I was just a lad of ten, my father said to me,
"Come here and take a lesson from the lovely lemon tree."
"Don't put your faith in love, my boy," my father said to me,
"I fear you'll find that love is like the lovely lemon tree."

Chorus:
Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet,
But the fruit of the lemon is impossible to eat.
Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet,
But the fruit of the lemon is impossible to eat.

One day beneath the lemon tree, my love and I did lie,
A girl so sweet that when she smiled, the stars rose in the sky.
We passed that summer lost in love, beneath the lemon tree,
The music of her laughter hid my father's words from me.

Chorus

One day she left without a word, she took away the sun.
And in the dark she left behind, I knew what she had done.
She left me for another, it's a common tale but true,
A sadder man, but wiser now, I sing these words to you.

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

Thank you, Mr. Turtle, for the goodnight song. It was a wonderful dream land excursion.

Ah, The Lemon Tree. I'd tried to hear a sound clip, edgar, but no luck. Thanks, however, for the song, Texas. How about a May flower to begin the day.



I was surprised, folks, to learn that there are ninety-two versions of the ballad, Barbara Allen. The oldest is in Scottish, but let's listen to this version.

The Ballad of Barbara Allen

Was in the merry month of May
When green buds all were swelling,
Sweet William on his death bed lay
For love of Barbara Allen.

All in the merry month of May
When green buds all were swelling,
Sweet William on his death bed lay
For love of Barbara Allen.
He sent his servant to the town
To the place where she was dwelling,
Said you must come, to my master dear
If your name be Barbara Allen.

He sent his servant to the town
A place where she did dwell in,
Said master dear, has sent me here
If your name be Barbara Allen.
So slowly, slowly she got up
And slowly she drew nigh him,
And the only words to him did say
Young man I think you're dying.

Then slowly, slowly she got up
And slowly she went to him,
And all she said, when there she came
Young man I think you're dying.
He turned his face unto the wall
When we were in the tavern,
Good-bye, good-bye, to my friends all
Be good to Barbara Allen.

Don't you remember the other night
And death was in him welling,
You drank a toast to the ladies there
And slighted Barbara Allen.
When he was dead and laid in grave
She heard the death bells melling
And every stroke to her did say
Hard hearted Barbara Allen.

He turned his face unto the wall
He turned his back upon her,
Adieu, adieu, to all my friends
And be kind, be kind, to Barbara Allen.
Oh mother, oh mother go dig my grave
Make it both long and narrow,
Sweet William died of love for me
And I will die of sorrow.

As she was wandering by the fields
She heard the death bells melling
And every note did seem to say
Hard hearted Barbara Allen.
And father, oh father, go dig my grave
Make it both long and narrow,
Sweet William died on yesterday
And I will die tomorrow.

The more it tolled the more she grieved
She bursted out a crying,
Oh pick me up and carry me home
I feel that I am dying.
Barbara Allen was buried in the old churchyard
Sweet William was buried beside her,
Out of sweet William's heart, there grew a rose
From Barbara's a green briar.

They buried Willy in the old churchyard
And Barbara in the new one,
And from Willy's grave, there grew a rose
Out of Barbara Allen's a briar.
They grew and grew in the old churchyard
Till they could grow no higher
At the end they formed, a true lover's knot
And the rose grew round the briar.

Sung by Joan Baez

Randy Travis
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


Randy Bruce Traywick (born May 4, 1959 in Marshville, North Carolina), better known by his stage name, Randy Travis, is an American country singer and one of the most influential figures of Neotraditional Country.




Biography

While growing up, Travis was forced to take guitar lessons by his father, Harold Traywick and began performing at the age of eight with his brother, Ricky. Travis often fought with his father and soon dropped out of high school. He became a juvenile delinquent and was arrested for various offenses, including auto theft and burglary.

Harold Traywick entered Randy and Ricky in a talent contest at a nightclub called "Country City, USA" in Charlotte, North Carolina. Ricky, who also had brushes with the law, was sentenced to jail and Randy had to complete the contest alone, but he won anyway. The club's manager, Elizabeth "Lib" Hatcher, took an interest in Travis and gave him a job singing at the club. Travis began focusing on music. He first recorded for Paula Records and released two unsuccessful singles, "She's My Woman" and "Dreamin'".

Travis' legal troubles continued and he was due in court for probation violations. Hatcher pleaded with the judge and Travis was released in her custody with the warning that if the judge ever saw him again "he'd better bring his toothbrush, because he would be going to jail for a very long time."

Travis moved in with Hatcher. This put further strain on her already fragile marriage. She eventually left her husband and, in 1982, she and Travis moved to Nashville, Tennessee. Travis was soon turned down by every record label in town. His early demo tapes were criticized by Nashville record executives as being "too country." Hatcher took a job as manager of a nightclub, "The Nashville Palace" and hired Travis as a cook and singer.

In 1982, Travis recorded an independent album Randy Ray Live and Lib Hatcher used it to secure a deal with Warner Bros. Records. In 1985, Warner Brothers released Travis' single, "On the Other Hand," which topped out at 67 on the country charts. His next single, "1982," became a Top 10 hit followed by the re-release of "On the Other Hand" in 1986. The re-release became Travis' first number one hit.

His debut album, Storms of Life, went on to sell more than 4 million copies. In the late 1980s, he had a string of hits, including "No Place Like Home" and "Diggin' Up Bones." Another song from that album, "Forever and Ever, Amen" arguably launched the neo-traditionalist country era, boosting the popularity of country music beyond its traditional fan base. For two years in a row, Travis won the Grammy Award for Best Male Country Vocal Performance, for the albums Always & Forever in 1988, and for Old 8x10 in 1989. Always and Forever was No. 1 for 43 weeks.

Travis and Hatcher married in 1991. That year Travis took part in Voices That Care, a multi-artist project that featured other top names in music for a one-off single to raise money for the allied troops in the Gulf War. The project included fellow singers Garth Brooks, Kenny Rogers and Kathy Mattea. By 1992, Travis was no longer charting high, as Brooks, Clint Black and others had taken over Nashville. He took a break from music to concentrate on acting and landed roles in several Western genre films. He returned to recording with the1994 album This Is Me and the hit single "Whisper My Name."

In 1997, Travis parted ways with Warner Brothers. He moved to DreamWorks Nashville and recorded You and You Alone, which produced the top 10 hits "Out of My Bones" and "Spirit of a Boy, Wisdom of a Man." His latest albums are 2000's Inspirational Journey, 2002's Rise and Shine and 2003's Worship and Faith. The single "Three Wooden Crosses" from the Rise and Shine album reached No. 1 and won the CMA song of the year in 2003. Travis continues to act in film and television. His second most recent album, Passing Through, was released in November of 2004. It combines the country music of his earlier years, with a little gospel mixed in from more recent albums.

Pia Zadora
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


Born: May 4, 1954
Hoboken, New Jersey, USA
Occupation: Actress

Pia Zadora (born May 4, 1954) is an American actress and singer.







Biography

Early life

Born Pia Alfreda Schipani in Hoboken, New Jersey, of part Polish and Italian descent. She adapted part of her mother's maiden name (Zadorowski) as her stage name. She appeared as a child actress with legendary Broadway star Tallulah Bankhead in Midgie Purvis.

She attended elementary and middle school in Forest Hills, New York, at Our Lady Queen of Martyrs, the same parochial school as Ray Romano and David Caruso.


Film career

Her first film appearance was in 1964's infamous Santa Claus Conquers the Martians, as Girmar, a young Martian girl. She won a Golden Globe as 1982's "Most Promising New Star," but also won "Worst New Star" in the 1982 Golden Raspberry Awards. She starred in the 1983 film The Lonely Lady. She won the now defunct "Best New Star of the Year" Golden Globe for the film Butterfly despite the fact that she actually made her acting debut eighteen years earlier. There were rumors that her husband, Israeli multimillionaire Meshulam Riklis (owner of McCrory's), who financed the movie, bribed the critics.[1]

Zadora garnered both attention and ridicule that year by posing for the press cavorting in a public fountain and wearing a Tanga Maillot swimsuit. This resulted in many photos of her and her shapely "can" (posterior) at the event with a seemingly appropriate homonym, the Cannes Film Festival. These photos appeared in various publications. In contrast, Newsweek published what they sarcastically referred to as a "rare head-on" photo of the actress.[2]

In 1988 she played a small role in John Waters' Hairspray as a beatnik. Waters has never been shy about expressing his ardent admiration for Pia Zadora's work, even interviewing her on one occasion.

She has attained some success as a singer, and has had several hit singles throughout the world. In 1984, she received a nomination for a Grammy Award for Best Female Rock Vocal Performance. Her cover version of the Shirley Ellis hit, "The Clapping Song", reached the U.S. Top 40 in 1983, and she had a minor hit with a duet with Jermaine Jackson titled "When The Rain Begins To Fall" in 1984 (In Germany, this song was a #1 hit for four weeks, and in France it also was a major hit). She released Pia & Phil, an album of standards with the London Philharmonic in 1987. In 1988, she teamed with famed producers Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis and released an album entitled "When the Lights Go Out."

Later in 1994 Zadora played a small role in Naked Gun 33 1/3 in the final act in a comedy sketch as she sang in the Academy Awards.

An urban legend has frequently been circulated that Zadora once starred in a production of The Diary of Anne Frank, in which her performance was so bad that an audience member yelled "She's in the attic!" when the Nazis showed up. Zadora has, in fact, never acted in a production of The Diary of Anne Frank.[1][3]


Private life

Zadora now lives with her children (from two former marriages) in wealthy retirement, thanks to ex-husband Meshulam Riklis. Zadora gained notoriety when she and Riklis bought the Beverly Hills landmark mansion Pickfair in January of 1988 and later demolished it. The mansion, former home of early movie stars Douglas Fairbanks and Mary Pickford, was one of Beverly Hills' most famous privately owned properties. To show his "love and affection", Riklis had an oil portrait commissioned of Zadora in the nude. Visitors to the Pickfair Mansion were greeted by the portrait.[1] Zadora is an active contributor to both Republican and Democratic candidates. [1]

There was a student who was desirous of taking
admission for a study course. He was smart enough
to get through the written test, a GD and was to appear
for the personal interview. Later, as the interview progressed, the
interviewer found this boy to be bright since he could answer all the
questions correctly. The interviewer got impatient and decided to corner
the boy.

"Tell me your choice," said he to the boy, "What's your
choice: I shall either ask you ten easy questions or ONE
real difficult. Think well before you make up your mind."

The boy thought for a while and said, "My choice is ONE
real difficult question."

"Well, good luck to you, you have made your own choice!"
said the man on the opposite side. Tell me : What comes
first , Day or Night ?"

The boy was jolted first but he waited for a while and said: "It's the
DAY, sir."

"How ???????" the interviewer was smiling ("At last, I got you!" he said
to
himself.)

"Sorry sir, you promised me that you will not ask me a
SECOND difficult question!"

Admission for the course was thus secured.

Hey, hawkman, let's nominate that boy for president. <smile>

Until our Raggedy gets here, this one is for all you huckleberry folks out there, and the theme music from Breakfast at Tiffany's. (I may have one of his unsigned lamps. Wouldn't that be something?)

Moon River -

Moon river, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style, some day.

Old dream maker, you heart breaker,
Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way.

Two drifters, off to see the world,
There's such a lot of world, to see.

We're after the same rainbow's end,
Waitin' 'round the bend,
My Huckleberry friend, moon river,
And me

Huckleberry friend checking in. (Never saw a Huckleberry.)




(Never heard the "Clapping Song" either. )

Ah, Raggedy, you always make me smile, PA. I never heard of Pia either.

Well, folks we're looking at Pia and Randy, and, of course, the lovely Audrey.

Huckleberries and blueberries, are somwhat alike. When I was a kid, I use to pick them all the time, plus gooseberries.

huckleberries



gooseberries



Aren't you sorry that I learned to do the picture thing?

Back later with a Randy Travis song, folks.

Song: Just You Wait Lyrics
Just you wait, 'enry 'iggins, just you wait!
You'll be sorry, but your tears'll be to late!
You'll be broke, and I'll have money;
Will I help you? Don't be funny!
Just you wait, 'enry 'iggins, just you wait!
Just you wait, 'enry 'iggins, till you're sick,
And you scream to fetch a doctor double-quick.
I'll be off a second later And go straight to the the-ater!
Oh ho ho, 'enry 'iggins, just you wait!
Ooooooh 'enry 'iggins!
Just you wait until we're swimmin' in the sea!
Ooooooh 'enry 'iggins!
And you get a cramp a little ways from me!
When you yell you're going to drown I'll get dressed
and go to town! Oh ho ho, 'enry 'iggins!
Oh ho ho, 'enry 'iggins! Just you wait!
One day I'll be famous! I'll be proper and prim;
Go to St. James so often I will call it St. Jim!
One evening the king will say:
"Oh, Liza, old thing,
I want all of England your praises to sing.
Next week on the twentieth of May
I proclaim Liza Doolittle Day!
All the people will celebrate the glory of you
And whatever you wish and want I gladly will do."
"Thanks a lot, King" says I, in a manner well-bred;
But all I want is 'enry 'iggins 'ead!"
"Done," says the King with a stroke.
"Guard, run and bring in the bloke!"
Then they'll march you, 'enry 'iggins to the wall;
And the King will tell me: "Liza, sound the call."
As they lift their rifles higher, I'll shout:
"Ready! Aim! Fire!"
Oh ho ho, 'enry 'iggins,
Down you'll go, 'enry 'iggins!
Just you wait!

Great picture, Letty.

Now, when I hear huckleberry, I'll think of Holly, that Finn boy and our P.D. Nice Huckleberry trio.

But can you bake a Huckleberry Pie, Letty girl, Letty girl?

Love it, Bob.

Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!
I've grown accustomed to her face.
She almost makes the day begin.
I've grown accustomed to the tune that
She whistles night and noon.
Her smiles, her frowns,
Her ups, her downs
Are second nature to me now;
Like breathing out and breathing in.
I was serenely independent and content before we met;
Surely I could always be that way again-
And yet
I've grown accustomed to her look;
Accustomed to her voice;
Accustomed to her face.

[Spoken]
"Marry Freddy." What an infantile idea. What a heartless,
wicked, brainless thing to do. But she'll regret, she'll
regret it. It's doomed before they even take the vow!

[Sung]
I can see her now, Mrs. Freddy Eynsford-Hill
In a wretched little flat above a store.
I can see her now, not a penny in the till,
And a bill collector beating at the door.
She'll try to teach the things I taught her,
And end up selling flowers instead.
Begging for her bread and water,
While her husband has his breakfast in bed.
In a year, or so, when she's prematurely grey,
And the blossom in her cheek has turned to chalk.
She'll come home, and lo, he'll have upped and run away
With a social-climbing heiress from New York.
Poor Eliza. How simply frightful!
How humiliating! How delightful!
How poignant it'll be on that inevitable night
When she hammers on my door in tears and rags.
Miserable and lonely, repentant and contrite.
Will I take her in or hurl her to the walls?
Give her kindness or the treatment she deserves?
Will I take her back or throw the baggage out?

But I'm a most forgiving man;
The sort who never could, ever would,
Take a position and staunchly never budge.
A most forgiving man.
But, I shall never take her back,
If she were even crawling on her knees.
Let her promise to atone;
Let her shiver, let her moan;
I'll slam the door and let the hell-cat freeze!

[Spoken]
"Marry Freddy"-h a!

[Sung]
But I'm so used to hear her say
"Good morning" ev'ry day.
Her joys, her woes,
Her highs, her lows,
Are second nature to me now;
Like breathing out and breathing in.
I'm very grateful she's a woman
And so easy to forget;
Rather like a habit
One can always break-
And yet,
I've grown accustomed to the trace
Of something in the air;
Accustomed to her face.

Oops, folks, missed our puppy's comment.

You clever thing. Go lightly when you pass by my gooseberry pie 'cause Billy boy might be lurking and hit you in the eye.

Now for the Randy song, listeners, and was I surprised to find out that he wrote one baaaaaaddddddd set of lyrics. Wow! but this ain't the one.

Artist/Band: Travis Randy
Lyrics for Song: Birth Of The Blues

(Duet with Willie Nelson)

Oh they say some people long ago
Were searching for a different tune
One that they could croon as only they can

They heard the breeze in the trees
Singing weird melodies
And they made that the start of the blues

And from a jail came the wail
Of a down-hearted frail
And they played that as part of the blues

From a whippoorwill out on a hill
They took a new note
Pushed it through a horn till it was worn into a blue note

And then they nursed it, rehearsed it
And gave out the news
That the Southland gave birth to the blues

Where did that puppy go.

Hey, PA. You don't WANT to know Pia's clapping song. It's rather like a nursery rhyme, but here's one by Tom Waits that is more in keeping with adults.


TOM WAITS lyrics - "Clap Hands"

Sane, sane they're all insane
The fireman's blind, the conductors lame
A Cincinatti jacket and a sad luck dame
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain
Clap hands, Clap hands
Clap hands, Clap hands

Said roar, roar the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never comin' back here no more
Moon in the window; a bird on the pole
Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal

Clap hands, Clap hands
Clap hands, Clap hands

Steam, steam a hundred bad dreams
Goin' up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty dollar bill inside in Palladin's hat
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at

Repeat Second Verse

Shine, shine a Roosevelt dime
All the way to Baltimore and runnin' out of time
Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole
They all went to Heaven in the little row boat

Clap hands, Clap hands
Clap hands, Clap hands

Brook Benton
Endlessly
Higher than the highest mountain
And deeper than the deepest sea
That's how I will love you, oh, darling, endlessly
Softer than the gentle breezes
And stronger than the wild oak tree
That's how I will hold you, oh, darling, endlessly

Oh, my love, you are my heaven
You are my kingdom, you are my crown
Oh, my love, you're all that I prayed for
You were made for these arms to surround
Faithful as a morning sunrise
And sacred as a love can be
That's how I will love you, oh darling, endlessly
Darling, endlessly
Darling, endlessly

Sometimes
James

There's a storm outside, and the gap between crack and thunder
Crack and thunder, is closing in, is closing in
The rain floods gutters, and makes a great sound on the concrete
On a flat roof, there's a boy leaning against the wall of rain
Aerial held high, calling "come on thunder, come on thunder"

Sometimes, when i look deep in your eyes, i swear i can see your soul
Sometimes, when i look deep in your eyes, i swear i can see your soul

It's a monsoon, and the rain lifts lids off cars
Spinning buses like toys, stripping them to chrome
Across the bay, the waves are turning into something else
Picking up fishing boats and spewing them on the shore

The boy is hit, lit up against the sky, like a sign, like a neon sign
And he crumples, drops into the gutter, legs twitching
The flood swells his clothes and delivers him on, delivers him on

Sometimes, when i look deep in your eyes, i swear i can see your soul
Sometimes, when i look deep in your eyes, i swear i can see your soul

There's four new colors in the rainbow
An old man's taking polaroids
But all he captures is endless rain, endless rain
He says listen, takes my head and puts my ear to his
And i swear i can hear the sea

Sometimes, when i look in your eyes i can see your soul
Sometimes, when i look in your eyes i can reach your soul
Sometimes, when i look in your eyes i can touch your soul
Sometimes

Born Of Frustration
James

All this frustration
I cant meet all my desires
Strange conversation
Self-control has just expired
All an illusion
Only in my head you dont exist
Who are you fooling
Dont need a shrink but an exorcist

Show me the movie
Of who you are and where youre from
Born of frustration
Caught up in the webs youve spun
Wheres the confusion
A vision of what life is like
Show me the movie
That doesnt deal in black and white

Stop stop talking about whos to blame
When all that counts is how to change

All this frustration
All this frustration
Who put round eyes on a butterflys wings
All this frustration
All this frustration
Who gave the leopards spots and taught the birds to sing

Born of frustration
Born of frustration

Im living in the weirdest dream
Where nothing is the way it seems
Where no ones who they need to be
Where nothing seems that real to me
What can we build our lives upon
No wall of stone, no solid ground
The world is spinning endlessly
Were clinging to our own beliefs

Born of frustration
Born of frustration