WA2K Radio is now on the air

here is what p g wodehouse recommends to the girl deciding what husband to take :

Quote:

Chumps always make the best husbands. When you marry, Sally, grab a chump. Tap his head first, and if it rings solid, don't hesitate. All the unhappy marriages come from husbands having brains. What good are brains to a man? They only unsettle him.

anyone ready for another cole porter song ?
i think it fits in quite nicely with P G .

Quote:

Artist - Cole Porter

Lyrics - Let's Do It

When the little bluebird
Who has never said a word
Starts to sing Spring
When the little bluebell
At the bottom of the dell
Starts to ring Ding dong Ding dong
When the little blue clerk
In the middle of his work
Starts a tune to the moon up above
It is nature that is all
Simply telling us to fall in love

And that's why birds do it, bees do it
Even educated fleas do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love

Cold Cape Cod clams, 'gainst their wish, do it
Even lazy jellyfish do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love

I've heard that lizards and frogs do it
Layin' on a rock
They say that roosters do it
With a doodle and cock

Some Argentines, without means do it
I hear even Boston beans do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love

When the little bluebird
Who has never said a word
starts to sing Spring spring spring
When the little bluebell
At the bottom of the dell
Starts to ring Ding ding ding
When the little blue clerk
In the middle of his work
Starts a tune

The most refined lady bugs do it
When a gentleman calls
Moths in your rugs they do it
What's the use of moth balls

The chimpanzees in the zoos do it,
Some courageous kangaroos do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love

I'm sure sometimes on the sly you do it
Maybe even you and I might do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love

0 Replies

Angie
Rolling Stones

Angie, Angie
When will those dark clouds all disappear
Angie, Angie
Where will it lead us from here
With no lovin' in our souls
And no money in our coats
You can't say we're satisfied
But Angie, Angie
You can't say we never tried

Angie, you're beautiful
But ain't it time we said goodbye
Angie, I still love you
Remember all those nights we cried
All the dreams we held so close
Seemed to all go up in smoke
But let me whisper in your ear
Angie, Angie
Where will it lead us from here

---- Instrumental Interlude ----

Oh, Angie don't you weep
All your kisses still taste sweet
I hate that sadness in your eyes
But Angie, Angie
Ain't it time we said goodbye

With no loving in our souls
And no money in our coats
You can't say we're satisfied
But Angie, I still love you baby
Everywhere I look I see your eyes
There ain't a woman that comes close to you
Come on baby, dry your eyes

Angie, Angie
Ain't it good to be alive
Angie, Angie
You can't say we never tried

0 Replies

hbg, I need to do some research on that Wodehouse fellow. Do you know what a road house is, Canada? Cole Porter was fantastic with lyrics. My husband loved "Oh, How I Hate to Get up in the Morning" and I love that song you just played.

edgar, your Angie song reminded me of this one, Texas

Artist: Looking Glass Lyrics
Song: Brandy (You're a Fine Girl) Lyrics
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda)

There's a port on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their homes

And there's a girl in this harbor town
And she works layin' whiskey down
They say "Brandy, fetch another round"
She serves them whiskey and wine

The sailors say "Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea"
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)

Brandy wears a braided chain
Made of finest silver from the North of Spain
A locket that bears the name
Of the man that Brandy loves

He came on a summer's day
Bringin' gifts from far away
But he made it clear he couldn't stay
No harbor was his home

The sailor said " Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)

Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes
When he told his sailor stories
She could feel the ocean foam rise
She saw its ragin' glory
But he had always told the truth, lord, he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)

At night when the bars close down
Brandy walks through a silent town
And loves a man who's not around
She still can hear him say

She hears him say " Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)

"Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
[FADE]

"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"

0 Replies

Letty wrote:

I know Rose, Victor, and you check out the movie Beaches, because one of my very favorite songs is done by Bette in that movie.

Wind Beneath my Wings

It must have been cold there in my shadow,
to never have sunlight on your face.
You were content to let me shine, that's your way,
you always walked a step behind.

So I was the one with all the glory,
while you were the one with all the strength.
A beautiful face without a name -- for so long,
a beautiful smile to hide the pain.

Chorus
Did you ever know that you're my hero,
and ev'rything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

It might have appeared to go unnoticed,
but I've got it all here in my heart.
I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it,
I would be nothing with out you.

Chorus
Did you ever know that you're my hero,
and ev'rything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

Fly, fly, fly away,
you let me fly so high.
Oh, fly, fly,
so high against the sky, so high I almost touch the sky.
Thank you, thank you, thank God for you,
the wind beneath my wings.

I'm listening to the melody right now.

Wind Beneath My Wings

0 Replies

I know, Victor. I listened to that on Window Media, but thanks, Maryland.

Here's the one that you were talking about. and everyone may listen to this one as well.

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 the 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 winter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose.

Love Bette Middler. Also love her song "From a Distance."

0 Replies

I also like Bette Midler's version of "Some People's Lives" by Janis Ian and Rhonda Fleming

Some people's lives run down like clocks.
One day they stop and that's all they've got.
Some lives wear out like old tennis shoes
no one can use.
Well, it's sad but it's true.
Didn't anybody tell them?
Didn't anybody see?
Didn't anybody love them like you love me?

Some people's eyes fade like their dreams,
too tired to rise, too tired to sleep.
Some people laugh when they need to cry,
and they never know why.
Didn't anybody tell them
that's not how it has to be?
Didn't anybody love them like you love me?

Some people ask if the tears have to fall.
Then why take your chances?
Why bother at all?

And some people's lives are as cold as their lips,
they just need to be kissed.
Doesn't anybody tell them?
Doesn't anybody see?
Doesn't anybody love them like you love me?
'Cuz that's all they need.

0 Replies

here is another one of my cole porter favourites . ethel , the sophisticated lady and former evengelist has become a night-club singer and (ethel merman !) belts out :

Quote:

Do you hear that playin'?
(Yes, we hear that playin'.)
Do you know who's playin'?
(No, who is that playin'?)

Why it's Gabriel, Gabriel playin'.
Gabriel, Gabriel sayin',
'Will you be ready to go when I blow my horn?'

So blow, Gabriel, blow,
Go on and blow, Gabriel, blow!
I've been a sinner, I've been a scamp,
But now I'm willing to trim my lamp,
So blow, Gabriel, blow!
I was low, Gabriel, low,
Mighty low, Gabriel, low.
But now since I have seen the light,
I'm good by day and I'm good by night,
So blow, Gabriel, blow.
Once I was headed for hell,
But when I got to Satan's door
I heard you blowin' on your horn once more,
So I said, 'Satan, farewell!'
And now I'm all ready to fly,
Yes, to fly higher and higher!
'Cause I've gone through the brimstone and I've been through the fire,
And I've purged my soul and my heart too,
So climb up the mountain top and start to
Blow, Gabriel, blow.
Go on and blow, Gabriel, blow!
I want to join your happy band
And play all day in the Promised Land,
So blow, Gabriel, blow!

0 Replies

Tai, I don't know that one by Bette, but I did go to see about Janis Ian.

Love this one, folks, and it's perfect for this time of evening.
Candlelight

don't let the sun go down on me
I do not want to be alone tonight
We'll be right, you'll see
Night is a shadow on the soul
and if you want to set me wholly free
stay by me tonight

I've been afraid of love
knowing I need you to stay
I've been ashamed to love
knowing you're leaving me
day after day
I'm begging you, pleading
I like you best
when night runs a shadow on the soul
No more empty hands to hold

Don't let the evening sun go down
I haven't found a way
to trade the night
sheer delight
burning bright
candlelight
Lay me down - astound me
Not a sound- surround me
Skies unbound, I'm unwound Lay me down

I've been afraid to love
This is no time to hesitate
I've been ashamed to love
but lay me down, I just can't wait
I like you best
when night is a pleasure you can give
Lay me down - now I know how to
Lay me down - now I know how to
lay me down
Now I know how to live

0 Replies

Letty, that is one of my absolute favorite Janis Ian songs. (I've got the sheet music, the piano part is lovely.)

0 Replies

a/t my "research" Laughing

, the song BILL from SHOWBOAT is one of many songs for which the lyrics were written by p g wodehouse .
hbg

Quote:

0 Replies

The last song that I tried to play on my small spinet, Tai, was Ode to Joy.

My goodness, folks, how did I miss hbg blowing his horn. Love that one, Canada.

One to match?

Artist: Peter Gabriel
Song: Moribund, the burgermeister

Caught the chaos in the market square
I don't know what, I don't know why, but something's wrong down there
Their bodies twistin' and turnin' in a thousand ways
The eyes all rollin' round and round into a distant gaze
Ah, look at that crowd!

Some are jumping up in the air--say "We're drowning in a torrent of blood!"
Others going down on their knees, seen a saviour coming out of the mud
Oh Mother! It's eating out my soul
Destroying law and order, I'm gonna lose control
What can I do to stop this plague, spread by sight alone
Just a glimpse and then a quiver, then they shiver to the bone
Ah, look at them go!

Bunderschaft, you going daft? Better seal off the castle grounds
"This is Moribund, the Burgermeister, I'm going to keep this monster down,
Somebody sent the subversive element; going to chase it out of town."
No-one will tell what all this is about
But I will find out.

This thing's outrageous, I tell you on the level
It's really so contagious must be the work of the devil
You better go now, pick up the pipers, tell them to play
Seems the music keeps them quiet, there is no other way.
Ah, close the doors!

"We've tried potions and waxen dolls, but none of us could find any cures,"
Mother please, is it just a disease, that has them breaking all my laws,
Check if you can disconnect the effect and I'll go after the cause
No-one will tell what this is about
But I will find out
I will.

0 Replies

Missed you again, hbg. I love all the tunes from Showboat. Hey, I sang that one and played it on piano as well.

Here's one I love, too.

Oh listen sister,
I love my mister man,
And I can't tell you why
Dere ain't no reason
Why I should love dat man,
It mus' be sumpin dat de angels done plan.

Fish got to swim, birds got to fly,
I got to love one man till I die.
Can't help lovin' dat man of mine.
Tell me he's lazy, tell me he's slow,
Tell me I'm crazy, (maybe I know).
Can't help lovin' dat man of mine.

When he goes away,
Dat's a rainy day,
And when he comes back dat day is fine,
De sun will shine

He kin come home as late as can be,
Home without him ain't no home to me,
Can't help lovin' dat man
Dat good for nothin man of mine.

0 Replies

http://www.johanneum-hamburg.de/upload/anhang/89_moenckeberg.jpg

this is NOT "Peter Gabriel's : Moribund, the burgermeister "
BUT MOENCKEBERG , buergermeister of hamburg !

ironing those collars was only entrusted to ladies that had trained specifically to iron those collars - apparently a job that would take hours !
hbg

0 Replies

hbg, I love the way that you keep us informed about history. Thank God we don't have to iron those collars in today's world, buddy.

Well, folks. I noticed that our radio station is once again featured. That made me smile, and thanks to whomever returned us to that status.

Time for me to say goodnight, and here is my goodnight song

Carly Simon

(StyneCahn)
Time after time
I tell myself that I'm
So lucky to be loving you

So lucky to be
The one you run to see
In the evening, when the day is through

I only know what I know
The passing years will show
You've kept my love so young, so new

And time after time
You'll hear me say that I'm
So lucky to be loving you

From Letty with love

0 Replies

Jerry Lee Lewis - Detroit City

Last night I went to sleep in Detroit city,
And I dreamed about those cotton fields at home.
I dreamed about my mother,
Dear old papa, sister and brother,
And I dreamed about that girl
Whos been waiting for so long

I wanna go home, I wanna go h-o-m-e,
Ooh, I wanna go home!

Home, folks think I'm big in Detroit city.
From the letters that I write, they think I'm fine
But by day I make the cars,
By night I make the bars,
If only they could read between the lines

[spoken]

'Cos you know,
I rode a freight train north to Detroit city
And after all these years,
I find, I've just been wastin' my time
So I just think I'll take my foolish pride,
Put on a south bound freight and let it ride,
Going back to the love ones,
The ones I left waitin so far behind

I wanna go home, I wanna go h-o-m-e,
Ooh, I want to go home

0 Replies

Good morning, WA2K radio contributors and listeners.

Hey, Texas. I know that song, buddy, but didn't know that Jerry Lee did it. I always liked the way he pronounced the word Detroit as he put the emphasis on the first syllable, i.e. DEtroit, right?

Well, I made a mistake about Cole Porter having done the morning song. Actually, folks, it was Irving Berlin.

"Oh! How I Hate To Get Up In The Morning,
Oh! How I'd love to remain in bed
For the hardest blow of all is to hear the bugler call:
'You've got to get up, you've got to get up,
You've got to get up this morning!'"

Someday I'm going to murder the bugler
Someday they're going to find him dead
I'll amputate his reveille and stomp upon it heavily
And spend the rest of my life in bed!

A bugler in the army is the luckiest of men
He wakes the boys at five and then goes back to bed again
He doesn't have to blow again until the afternoon
If ev'rything goes well with me I'll be a bugler soon!

"Oh! How I Hate To Get Up In The Morning,
Oh! How I'd love to remain in bed
For the hardest blow of all is to hear the bugler call:
'You've got to get up, you've got to get up,
You've got to get up this morning!'"

Oh, boy! The minute the battle is over
Oh, boy! The minute the foe is dead
I'll put my uniform away and move to Philadelphia
And spend the rest of my life in bed!

0 Replies

Bobby Bare did the original Detroit City. He first began his recording career as Bill Parsons.

(Bill Parsons and Orville Lunsfor)

Gather 'round, cats, and I'll tell you a story
About how to become an All American Boy
Buy you a gittar and put it in tune
You'll be rockin' and rollin' soon
Impressin' the girls,
Pickin' hot licks, and all that jazz

I-I bought me a gittar a year ago
Learned how to play in a day or so
And all around town it was well understood
That I was knockin' 'em out like Johnny B. Goode
Hot licks, showin' off, ah number one

Well, I 'd practice all day
And up into the night
My papa's hair was turnin' white
'Cause he didn't like rock'n'roll
He said, you can stay, boy
But that's gotta go
He's a square
He just didn't dig me at all

So I took my gittar, picks and all
And bid farewell to my poor ole pa
And I split for Memphis where they say all
Them swingin' cats are havin' a ball
Sessions, hot licks and all
They dig me

I was rockin' and boppin'
And I's a gettin' the breaks
The girls all said that I had what it takes
When up stepped a man with a big cigar
He said "come here cat
I'm gonnna make you a star
I'll put you on Bandstand
Buy ya a Cadillac
Sign here, kid

I signed my name and became a star
Havin' a ball with my gittar
Driving a big long Cadillac
And fightin' the girls off ma back
They just kept a'comin'
Screamin', yeah-they like it

So I'd pick my gittar
With a great big grin
And the money just kept on pourin' in
But then one day my Uncle Sam
He said (sound of 3 footsteps)
Here I am
Uncle Sam needs you, boy
I'm-a gonna cut your hair
Ah-Take this rifle, kid
Gimme that gittar, yeah

[Bobby Bare never intended to be known as Bill Parsons
His first hit The All American Boy
Came out crediting Bill Parsons completely by accident
Since the novelty became such a smash, reaching #2
The company didn't want to confuse matters with the truth
So they also released the next few of Bobby's singles
As by Bill Parsons]

0 Replies

Thanks, Texas for the clarification. Great song, incidentally.

How about one by the Eagles, folks.

Early in the morning
about the break of day
the earlybird is working
so his life don't fade away
spends his life denying that
he's got no time for flying
in the breeze
High up on his own, the eagle flies alone
and he is free
Earlybird is scratching though
the going's getting tough
time is passing by him and he just
can't get enough
He'll tell you all is well when
all is really going wrong
the Earlybird will wake one day
and find his life is gone
You know I like to lay in bed
and sleep out in the sun
Reading books and playing crazy music
just for fun
You know it makes me feel so fine
and puts my mind at ease to
know that I don't harm a soul
in doing what I please
aaahhhh, ahhhh , ahhhhh ahhh.....
Any old day you say,
ain't gonna fade away
any old day you say,
ain't gonna fade away

0 Replies

Nights are growing very lonely,
Days are very long;
I'm a-growing weary only
List'ning for your song.
Old remembrances are thronging
Thro' my memory.
Till it seems the world is full of dreams
Just to call you back to me.

Chorus:
There's a long, long trail a-winding
Into the land of my dreams,
Where the nightingales are singing
And a white moon beams:
There's a long, long night of waiting
Until my dreams all come true;
Till the day when I'll be going down
That long, long trail with you.

All night long I hear you calling,
Calling sweet and low;
Seem to hear your footsteps falling,
Ev'ry where I go.
Tho' the road between us stretches
Many a weary mile.
I forget that you're not with me yet,
When I think I see you smile.

Chorus:
There's a long, long trail a-winding
Into the land of my dreams,
Where the nightingales are singing
And a white moon beams:
There's a long, long night of waiting
Until my dreams all come true;
Till the day when I'll be going down
That long, long trail with you.

0 Replies

Speaking of early birds, our dys is up and singing a WWI song. Love it, cowboy.

A funny WWI song, folks.

Oh, Mademoiselle from Armentieres,
Parley-vous
Oh, Mademoiselle from Armentieres,
Parley-vous
You might forget the gas and shell
But you'll nev'r forget the Mademoiselle!
Hinky-dinky, parlez-vous?

Oh, Mademoiselle from Armentieres,
Parley-vous
Oh, Mademoiselle from Armentieres,
Parley-vous
Where are the girls who used to swarm
About me in my uniform?
Hinky-dinky, parlez-vous?

0 Replies

WA2K Radio is now on the air

Related Topics

Quick Links

My Account

able2know