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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jun, 2007 07:44 am
I'm not completely surprised you don't know Don Gibson. He has been pretty quiet for years. His songs were recorded by other artists since the days he did them, and they get the air play on them. He wrote the big Ray Charles hit, I Can't Stop Loving You.


A Legend In My Time Lyrics

(Don Gibson)

If heartaches brought fame in love's crazy game,
I'd be a legend in my time.
If they gave gold statuettes for tears and regrets,
I'd be a legend in my time.

But they don't give awards, and there's no praise or fame
For a broken heart that's been broken over love that's in vain.

If loneliness meant world acclaim,
Then everyone would know my name
I'd be a legend in my time.
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Raggedyaggie
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jun, 2007 07:57 am
Good morning WA2K.
I'm so glad that I accidentally deleted my post and Bob got here before me because I thought today was yesterday and posted the wrong pictures. Laughing (I hope the Karaoke went well, Bob. )


Nancy Allen and Jeff Beck

http://www.scifi-universe.com/upload/personnalites/grand/nancy_allen.jpghttp://www.onlineseats.com/upload/concerts/397_con_Jeff-Beck.jpg

and for our PD:

CHRISTINE
You were once
my one companion . . .
you were all
that mattered . . .
You were once
a friend and father -
then my world
was shattered . . .

Wishing you were
somehow here again . . .
wishing you were
somehow near . . .
Sometimes it seemed
if I just dreamed,
somehow you would
be here . . .

Wishing I could
hear your voice again . . .
knowing that I
never would . . .
Dreaming of you
won't help me to do
all that you dreamed
I could . . .

Passing bells
and sculpted angels,
cold and monumental,
seem, for you,
the wrong companions -
you were warm and gentle . . .

Too many years
fighting back tears . . .
Why can't the past
just die . . .?

Wishing you were
somehow here again . . .
knowing we must
say goodbye . . .
Try to forgive . . .
teach me to live . . .
give me the strength
to try . . .

No more memories,
no more silent tears . . .
No more gazing across
the wasted years . . .
Help me say
goodbye.


I thought I'd be disappointed in the movie, having seen Phantom on stage and loving Sarah Brightman and Michael Crawford on the CD. I wasn't. I thought it was delightful.
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Raggedyaggie
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jun, 2007 08:07 am
and Michelle Lee:

http://www.knotslanding.net/wherenow/recentmichele.jpg

and for Edgar, remembering Don Gibson:

http://www.offersdirect.net/images/CD1106---DON-GIBSON.jpg
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jun, 2007 08:11 am
edgar, that one sounds familiar as well. It's a terrible thing to have a talent at writing, and then someone else gets the credit. Thanks for the info, buddy.

Well, she's back. Hey Raggedy, thanks for the duo and that delightful song from the movie. I swear, gal, I cried at the end AGAIN. What a wuss I am. Frankly, I'm glad that I am, too.
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jun, 2007 08:18 am
Oops, folks, make that a quartet.

Hey, Raggedy, here's one of your favorites, gal.

Smoky Mountain Rain - Ronnie Milsap
I thumbed my way from LA back to Knoxville
I found those bright lights aint where I belonged
From a phone booth in the rain I called to tell her
I've had a change of dreams, I'm comin' home
But tears filled my eyes when I found out she was gone

CHORUS:
Smoky Mountain rain, it keeps on fallin'
I keep on callin' her name
Smoky mountain rain, I'll keep on searchin'
Can't go on hurtin' this way
She's somewhere in the Smoky Mountain rain

I waved a diesel down outside a cafe
He said he was goin' as far as Gatlinburg
I climbed up in the cab all wet and cold and lonely
I wiped my eyes and told him about her
To find her can you make these big wheels burn?

I can't blame her for lettin' go
A woman needs someone warm to hold
I feel the rain runnin' down my face
I'll find her no matter what it takes

CHORUS
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Raggedyaggie
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jun, 2007 08:39 am
And here's one for Letty:

(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

Infinity gives me chills
So could the waters of Iceland
But there's a difference in finding diamonds in rust
And rhinestones in a dishpan
Miracles bowl me over
And often will they do so
Now I think I was asleep till I heard
The voice of the great Caruso

Bring infinity home
Let me embrace it one more time
Make it the lilies of the field
Or Caruso in his prime

A friend of mine gave me a tape
She'd copied from a record disc
It was made at the turn of the century
And found in a jacket labeled "misc."
And midst cellos, harps, and flugelhorns
With the precision of a hummingbird's heart
Was the lord of the monarch butterflies
One-time ruler of the world of art

Bring infinity home
Let me embrace it one more time
Make it the lilies of the field
or Caruso in his prime

Yes, the king of them all was Enrico
Whose singular chest could rival
A hundred fervent Baptists
Giving forth in a tent revival
True he was a vocal miracle
But that's only secondary
It's the sould of the monarch butterfly
That I find a little bit scary

Bring infinity home
Let me embrace it one more time
Make it the lilies of the field
Or Caruso in his prime

Perhaps he's just a vehicle
To bear us to the hills of Truth
That's Truth spelled with a great big T
And peddled in the mystic's booth
There are oh so many miracles
That the western sky exposes
Why go looking for lilacs
When you're lying in a bed of roses?

Bring infinity home
Let me embrace it one more time
Make it the lilies of the field
Or Caruso in his prime
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Victor Murphy
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jun, 2007 10:30 am
Puff The Magic Dragon by The Irish Rovers
I couldn't find the Peter, Paul and Mary version.

Puff The Magic Dragon by The Irish Rovers

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee,
Little jackie paper loved that rascal puff,
And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff. oh

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee,
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee.

Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail
Jackie kept a lookout perched on puffs gigantic tail,
Noble kings and princes would bow wheneer they came,
Pirate ships would lower their flag when puff roared out his name. oh!

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee,
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee.

A dragon lives forever but not so little boys
Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys.
One grey night it happened, jackie paper came no more
And puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar.

His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain,
Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane.
Without his life-long friend, puff could not be brave,
So puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave. oh!

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee,
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee.
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jun, 2007 10:57 am
My word, folks, I just got a song dedicated to me from a delightful puppy. Thank you, PA

Love that, Raggedy, and Joan says it right.

One of my favorite arias from "Joe Green" Razz

Celeste Aida

Se quell guerrier io fossi!
Se il mio sogno si avverasse!
Un esercito di prodi da me guidato,
e la vittoria e il plauso di Menfi tutta!
E a te, mia dolce Aida,
Tornar di lauri cinto…
Dirti: per te ho pugnato per te ho vinto!

Celeste Aida, forma divina,
Mistico serto di luce e fior,
Del mio pensiero tu sei regina,
Tu di mia vita sei lo splendor.

Il tuo bel cielo vorrei ridarti,
Le dolci brezze del patrio suol,
Un regal serto sul crin posarti,
Ergerti un trono vicino al sol. Ah!

Celeste Aida, forma divina,
Mistico raggio di luce e fior,
Del mio pensiero tu sei regina,
Tu di mia vita sei lo splendor.

Il tuo bel cielo vorrei ridarti,
Le dolci brezze del patrio suol,
Un regal serto sul crin posarti,
Ergerti un trono vicino al sol.

Un trono vicino al sol,
Un trono vicino al sol!

Sorry, but the translation into English was terrible
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jun, 2007 11:08 am
Oops, Victor. Missed your magic dragon, buddy, but I know that one, and it is fanciful. Thanks.

I really like Peter, Paul, and Mary, but The Irish Rovers did just fine.

It must be mouse day on TV, folks. I can't believe that I watched the entire movie of Stuart Little and loved it. What a surprise to find that the father of the tribe was Hugh Laurie.

Time for a station break.

This is cyber space, WA2K radio.
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hamburger
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jun, 2007 12:09 pm
hope you are all having a great sunday afternoon !
(i cleaned up the garden shed this morning - it needed it - and feel some satisfaction . also won't feel guilty having a piece of almond/strawberry/rhubarb torte with a cuppa later on Laughing )
hbg

care to join me and mrs h in the backyard about 5 pm ?
http://www.sammys.com/gallery/f_desserts10.jpg

and a litle music please , maestro !
Quote:
Artist: The Platters Lyrics

Song: Smoke Gets in Your Eyes Lyrics

They asked me how I knew
My true love was true
Oh, I of course replied
Something here inside cannot be denied

They said someday you'll find
All who love are blind
Oh, when your heart's on fire
You must realize
Smoke gets in your eyes

So I chaffed them and I gaily laughed
To think they could doubt my love
Yet today my love has flown away
I am without my love

Now laughing friends deride
Tears I can not hide
Oh, so I smile and say
When a lovely flame dies
Smoke gets in your eyes
Smoke gets in your eyes


Laughing
http://www.gwhatchet.com/media/paper332/stills/u97jw757.jpg
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jun, 2007 12:11 pm
"This is a test of the Emergency Alert System"

Bla-a-a-a-a-a-ahh-a-a-h.

This has been a test of the Emergency Alert System. In the event of a real emergency, you will be advised to duck and hide. Duck and hide. We return you now to letty's swell radio station.
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hamburger
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jun, 2007 12:22 pm
...with some SWELL music for a sunday afternoon ...

...with a SWELL fellow singing to the ladies ... Shocked
(now , now , ladies , behave yourselves !)
hbg

http://www.dandyism.net/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/leyendecker.jpg

Quote:
Artist: George Gershwin
Song: Summertime
Album: S'Wonderful Gershwin Songbook
[" S'Wonderful Gershwin Songbook " CD]

Summertime,
And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high

Your daddy's rich
And your mamma's good lookin'
So hush little baby
Don't you cry

One of these mornings
You're going to rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky

But till that morning
There's a'nothing can harm you
With daddy and mamma standing by

Summertime,
And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high

Your daddy's rich
And your mamma's good lookin'
So hush little baby
Don't you cry

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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jun, 2007 12:27 pm
Oh my Gawd, folks. edgar just advised us to duck and hide. Did the shuttle fall off, Houston? Is the plane on it's way back to the Cape?

Ok, hbg. I suppose it's safe to listen to your great song, but first, a childhood memory. A bunch of us would raid a neighbor's garden and pull up the rhubarb, eating it on the spot, dirt and all. Thinking of that still makes my jaw hurt.

Now about Roberta....(Smoke Gets in your Eyes did come from that, right?)

Here's another smoke song.


Frank Sinatra - Deep In A Dream

I dim all the lights and I sink in my chair.
The smoke from my cigarette climbs through the air.
The walls of my room fade away in the blue,
And I'm deep in a dream of you.
The smoke makes a stairway for you to descend;
You come to my arms, may this bliss never end,
For we love anew just as we used to do
When I'm deep in a dream of you.

Then from the ceiling, sweet music comes stealing;
We glide through a lover's refrain, you're so appealing
That I'm soon revealing my love for you over again.

My cigarette burns me, I wake with a start;
My hand isn't hurt, but there's pain in my heart.
Awake or asleep, ev'ry mem'ry I'll keep
Deep in a dream of you.
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jun, 2007 12:29 pm
Good girls walk fast
In groups of three
Fast girls walk slow
On side streets
Sometimes the girls who walk alone
Aren't found for days or weeks

On the busy boulevards
Bad boys call you names
And cruise you hard
Bullies laugh and grin and beat
Your soft skin against
The cold concrete

I'm 3,000 miles away
I'm 3,000 miles away
I'm 3,000 miles away
I'm 3,000 miles away

Knock you down
Make you bleed
Make you cry
And make you think
I'll die here soon if I don't leave
If I don't leave if I don't leave

This patch of sky and native ground
Take turns to push and pull you down
Forget trying to live and be happy
I'll take safe and terror free

I'm 3,000 miles away
I'm 3,000 miles away
I'm 3,000 miles away
I'm 3,000 miles away

Hit the floor
Shut off the lights
As the bullets fly
Terror rules the dark night
Dogs hang from the trees

Training ground for punks and thieves
Home of poor white retirees
Who didn't bail
And couldn't sell
When color made the grass less green

I'm 3,000 miles away
I'm 3,000 miles away
I'm 3,000 miles away
I'm 3,000 miles away

Apples are filled with razor blades
But fools and innocents believe
That love and faith and truth and beauty
Can make a garden of this human factory

I'm 3,000 miles away
I'm 3,000 miles away
I'm, I'm 3,000 miles away

Bad girls run fast
Leave home alone
No trace or clue of where they've gone
Sometimes these girls are never found
Never found never found

I'm 3,000 miles away
I'm 3,000 miles away
I'm 3,000 miles away
I'm 3,000 miles away
I'm 3,000 miles away
I'm 3,000 miles away

Tracy Chapman
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hamburger
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jun, 2007 12:43 pm
letty :
seems that your chewing the raw rhubarb must have given you great
strength and fortitude Laughing

Quote:
Rhubarb Root

Rhubarb Roots first use can be traced as far back as 2700 B.C., at that time the Hopi Indians of China and Tibet used the root to treat colds. In addition to treating colds Rhubarb Root was also used by the Chinese to treat constipation and diarrhea. Question Shocked

In the 1600's Marco Polo discovered Rhubarb Root during his travels in China, and he is responsible for the plants arrival in Europe. It became so popular in Europe that it was one of the more expensive herbs on the trading market. Its value as a medicine, on the trading market in Europe, was greater than opium. It wasn't until the 1800's that Rhubarb was also discovered for its food properties as well as its medicinal properties.

Rhubarb didn't arrive in America until the late 1700's early 1800's. There are records of a Maine farmer acquiring the seed or the root stock from Europe. This farmer shared his knowledge of rhubarb with fellow farmers in Massachusetts where it grew in popularity and eventually showed up in produce markets.



Quote:
Artist: RHUBARB WHO IS HE ?

Song: Wasting too much time (reprise)
Album: Slow Motion
[" Slow Motion " CD]

Oh my God, I can't believe
In the way we strive, this urgency.

When I see we can make it, we'll make it.
We can make it, we'll make it.

[Chorus]
Are we wastin' too much time
Are we wastin' too much time.

Never stop, for fear of silence
Can't connect, we're all willing victims

When I see we can make it, we'll make it.
We can make it, we'll make it.

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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jun, 2007 12:44 pm
Well, hbg. Nothing better than Gershwin, buddy, and as that dapper looking guy lights his cuban cigar, we listen to edgar warn all of us about the bad side of the boulevard of broken dreams. <sigh>

Hey, Texas. How about one from Connie.

Cruising down the river on a Sunday afternoon
With one you love the sun above waiting for the moon
An old accordion playing a sentimental tune
Cruising down the river on a Sunday afternoon.

The birds above all sing of love, a gentle sweet refrain
The winds around all make a sound like softly falling rain
Just two of us together we'll plan our honeymoon
Cruising down the river on a Sunday afternoon.

Cruising down the river with a sentimental tune
Cruising down the river on a Sunday afternoon.

The birds above all sing of love, a gentle sweet refrain
The winds around all make a sound like softly falling rain
Just two of us together we'll plan our honeymoon
Cruising down the river on a Sunday afternoon.

Cruising down the river with a sentimental tune
Cruising down the river on a Sunday afternoon...
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jun, 2007 12:53 pm
Oops, hbg, divergent thinker Letty was lost in a reverie and missed your history of roots. Thanks for that info and the Rhubarb song. The lyrics were great, Canada.

Speaking of Canada, our djjd is all right, just working twelve hours a day. Hey, it's Sunday, honey. Take a break.

Back in a bit as I'm thinking food right now, folks.

This is cyber space, WA2K radio.
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hamburger
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jun, 2007 12:59 pm
CANADIAN BOAT SONG by THOMAS MOORE
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Quote:
Faintly as tolls the evening chime
Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time
Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time
Soon as the woods on shore look dim
We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn
Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast
The rapids are near and the daylight's past
The rapids are near and the daylight's past.

Why should we yet our sail unfurl
There is not a breath the blue wave to curl
There is not a breath the blue wave to curl
But when the wind blows off the shore
Oh, sweetly we'll rest the weary oar
Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast
The rapids are near and the daylight's past
The rapids are near and the daylight's past.



setting up camp for the evening

http://www.colonelstone.ca/Johnstownsmall.jpg
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jun, 2007 01:48 pm
Lovely, hamburger. Thomas Moore was a gentle and creative man of song.

One of my favorites by the Irishman was this song, and I like to think it was for his wife who became a recluse after being scarred by smallpox. I really don't care what history says at this moment.

Believe me if all those
Endearing young charms
Which I gaze on so fondly today
Were to change by tomorrow
And fleet in my arms,
Like fairy gifts fading away
Though would'st still be adored
As this moment thou art
Let thy loveliness fade as it will
And around the dear ruin
Each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself
Verdantly still.

It is not while beauty
And youth are thine own
And thy cheeks
Unprofaned by a tear
That the ferver and faith
Of a soul can be known
To which time will but
Make thee more dear
No the heart that has truly loved
Never forgets
But as truly loves
On to the close
As the sunflower turns
On her god when he sets
The same look which
She'd turned when he rose.

and that is what love really is.
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hamburger
 
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Reply Sun 24 Jun, 2007 01:55 pm
another song by THOMAS MOORE
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Quote:
She is far from the land
Where her young hero sleeps,
And lovers are round her, sighing;
But coldly she turns
From their gaze, and weeps,
For her heart in his grave is lying.

She sings the wild songs
Of her dear native plains,
Ev'ry note which she loved awakening -
Ah! little they think
Who delight in her strains,
How the heart of the Minstrel
is breaking.

He had lived for his love,
For his country he died,
They were all that to life
Had entwined him -
Nor soon shall the tears
Of his country be dried,
Nor long will his love
Stay behind him.

Oh! make her a grave
Where the sunbeams rest,
When they promise a glorious morrow;
They'll shine o'er her sleep
Like a smile from the West,
From her own loved
Island of sorrow.
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