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Blue Shadows On The Trail
Shades of night are falling
As the wind be-gins to sigh
And the world's silhou-etted a-gainst the sky.

Blue Shadows on the Trail
Blue moon shinin' through the trees.
And a plain--tiff wail--- from the distance
Comes a driftin' on the evening breeze.

Move a-long, Blue Shadows, move a-long
Soon the dawn will come and you'll be on your way

Un-til the darkness sheds its veil
There'll be Blue Shadows on the Trail.

Move a-long, Blue Shadows, move a-long
Soon the dawn will come and you'll be on your way

Un-til the darkness sheds its veil
There'll be Blue Shadows on the Trail.
Shadows on the Trail.

Sons of the Pioneers

I thought of dys when I heard this today.


Ridin' Down The Canyon

When evening chores are over at the ranch house on the plains
And all I have to do is lay around,
I saddle up my pony and go ridin' down the trail
To watch the desert sun go down.

Ridin' down the canyon to watch the sun go down
A picture that no artist ere can paint.
White faced cattle lowing on the mountain side,
I hear a coyote calling for its mate.

Cactus plants are blooming, sage brush everywhere,
granite spires are standing all around,
I tell you folks it's heaven to go riding down the trail
When the desert sun goes down.

Sons of the Pioneers

Love "Riding Down the Canyon", edgar. I swear, buddy, I do believe that the Turkish band in Murder on the Orient Express played that very song, but I can't be sure.

For some reason, folks, this song is stuck in my mind today, and for good reason, I suppose.

This version by Bette Middler

For all we know we may never meet again.
Before you go, make this moment sweet again.
We won't say good night until the last minute.
I'll hold out my hand and my heart will be in it.

For all we know this may only be a dream.
We come and go like a ripple on a stream.
So love me tonight. Tomorrow's made for some.
Tomorrow may never come, for all we know.

For all we know this may only be a dream.
We come and we go like a ripple on a stream.
So love me tonight. Tomorrow was made for some.
Tomorrow may never come, for all we know.

* King Of The Cowboys

Sung By: Roy Rogers, Jr. (Dusty)

He's rode across your silver screen
For over forty years
He's brought bad men to justice

He's seen laughter, he's seen tears
And I know forever in many hearts, He'll reign
As the KING OF THE COWBOYS

There is honor to his name.
He's a kind and gentle legend
A hero's right to fame
He's taught young folks right from wrong
And he's taught me the very same
And I know forever, in many hearts he'll reign
As the KING OF THE COWBOYS,
there is magic in his name

chorus:
He's The King of The Cowboys a legend in his time
A man who loves his country
Where he will always ride
Saddled up on his golden palomino
A six gun at each side
His spurs and boots and his white hat
Walks a man with a lot of pride

chorus:
He's the King of The Cowboys
A legend in his time
A man who loves his country
Riding off into the sunset
In a western sky of blue
He has given precious memories
And HAPPY TRAILS to me and you!

Well, here's the king and and his sons, edgar. <smile>

Sons of the Pioneers & Roy Rogers

Ole Faithful, we rode the range together
Ole Faithful, in ev'ry kind of weather
When your round up days are over
There'll be pastures white with clover
For you, Ole Faithful, pal o' mine.

Hurry up ole fellow
'Cause the moon is yellow tonight
Hurry up ole fellow
'Cause the moon is mellow and bright.

There's a coyote howling to the moon above
So carry me back to the one I love
Hurry up ole fellow
'Cause we gotta get home tonight.

Many don't know that Ken Curtis sang with the Sons of the Pioneers. At the Ken Curtis Appreciation site, his voice is heard singing as we peruse the front page.

Curtis is best known as Festus Hagen, on Gunsmoke, but he has had a long and exceptional career without that role.

edgar, sorry that I didn't get to listen in the manner that I would have preferred, but I got enough to be stunned at what a fantastic voice Ken had. Thanks, Texas.

Remember this one, folks?

Artist: Jim Reeves
Song: The blizzard
Album: Tall Tales And Short Tempers


There's a blizard coming on, how I'm wishing I was home,
For my pony's lame, and he can hardly stand.
Listen to that norther sigh, if we don't get home we'll die.
But, it's only seven miles to Mary Ann's.
It's only seven miles to Mary Ann's.

You can bet we're on her mind, for it's nearly suppertime
And I'll bet there's hot bisquets in the pan.
Lord, my hands feel like there're froze,
And there's a numbness in my toes.
But, it's only five more miles to Mary Ann's.
It's only five more miles to Mary Ann's.

That wind's howling and it seems
Mighty like a woman's scream.
And we'd best be moving faster if we can.
Dan just think about that barn,
With the hay so soft and warm.
For it's only more miles to Mary Ann's,
It's only three more miles to Mary Ann's.

(Spoken with instrumental background)
Dan get up you ornery cuss, or you'll be the death of us.
I'm so weary, but I'll help you if I can.
Alright Dan, perhaps it's best, if we stop a while and rest.
For it's still a hundred yards to Mary Ann's.

(Sang)
It's still a hundred yards to Mary Ann's.

(Spoken with instrumental background)
Late that night the storm was gone,
They found him there at dawn.
He'd-a-made it but he just couldn't leave old Dan.
Yes, they found him there on the plains,
Hands froze to the reigns.
He was just a hundred yards form Mary Ann's.

(Sang)
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Ann's...

for some reason this song is buzzing around my brain

There's a ship lies rigged and ready in the harbor
Tomorrow for old England she sails
Far away from your land of endless sunshine
To my land full of rainy skies and gales
And I shall be aboard that ship tomorrow
Though my heart is full of tears at this farewell

For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell

I've heard there's a wicked war a-blazing
And the taste of war I know so very well
Even now I see the foreign flag a-raising
Their guns on fire as we sail into hell
I have no fear of death, it brings no sorrow
But how bitter will be this last farewell

For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell

Though death and darkness gather all about me
My ship be torn apart upon the seas
I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands
And the heaving waves that brought me once to thee
And should I return home safe again to England
I shall watch the English mist roll through the dale

For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell

Big Rock Candy Mountain
Harry McClintock

One evening as the sun went down, and the jungle fire was burning,
Down the track came a hobo hiking, and he said boys I'm not turning,
I'm headed for a land that's far away, beside the crystal fountain,
So come with me we'll go and see, the big rock candy mountains.

In the big rock candy mountains, there's a land that's fair and bright,
Where the handouts grow on bushes, and you sleep out every night.
Where the boxcars all are empty, and the sun shines every day,
On the birds and bees and the cigarette trees,
the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings,
in the big rock candy mountains.

in the big rock candy mountains, all the cops have wooden legs,
and the bulldogs all have rubber teeth, and the hens lay soft boiled eggs.
The farmers trees are full of fruit, and the barns are full of hay,
Well I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow,
where the rain don't flow and the wind don't blow,
in the big rock candy mountains.

in the big rock candy mountains, you never change your socks,
and the little streams of alcohol, come a tricklin' down the rocks.
The brakemen have to tip their hats, and the railroad bulls are blind,
There's a lake of stew and a whisky too,
you can paddle all around 'em in a big canoe,
in the big rock candy mountains.

In the big rock candy mountains, the jails are made of tin,
And you can walk right out again, as soon as you are in.
There ain't no short handled shovels, no axes, saws, or picks.
I'm a-going to stay where ya sleep all day,
Where they hung the jerk who invented work
In the big rock candy mountains.

I'll see you all this comin' fall in the big rock candy mountains.

Good morning, WA2K folks.

dj, thanks for the two very familiar songs, Canada. Our Boston Bob often sings that first one at his karaoke sessions, and the second one is more than likely another version of a depression song. There is also a child's version of that one.

Well, I stayed up watching the movie, Unbreakable last evening, and it was one strange film. Bruce Willis was great as was Samuel Jackson. Very eerie, listeners, but worth the watch. Unfortunately, I could not find any lyrics to go with the sound track, so I thought that this would be appropriate.

Toni Braxton

Un-break My Heart
Don't leave me in all this pain
Don't leave me out in the rain
Come back and bring back my smile
Come and take these tears away
I need your arms to hold me now
The night are so unkind
Bring back those nights when I held you beside me

Un-break my heart
Say you'll me again
Undo this hurt you caused
When you walked out the door
And walked out of my life
Un-cry these tears
I cried so many nights
Un-break my heart
My heart

Take back that sad word good-bye
Bring back the joy to my life
Don't leave me here with these tears
Come and kiss that pain away
I can't forget the day you left
Time is so unkind
And life is so cruel without you here beside me

Un-break my heart
Say you'll love me again
Undo this hurt you caused
When you walked out the door
And walked out of my life
Un-cry these tears
I cried so many nights
Un-break my heart
My heart

Don't leave me in all this pain
Don't leave me out in the rain
Bring back the nights when I held you beside me

Un-break my heart
Say you'll love me again
Undo this hurt you caused
When you walked out the door
And walked out of my life
Un-cry that tears
I cried so many, many nights
Un-break my

Un-break my heart
Come back and say you love me
Un-break my heart
Sweet darlin'
Without you I just can't go on
Can't go on....

Feeling a bit frivolous today.

early this morning I was sitting on the patio with my usual cuppa tea listening to a local radio program (Gospel Music Hour) when I heard a church organ with brass playing a very jazzy instrumental version of Ray Charles Georgia On My Mind It was incredibly good.

Hey, dys. What a great way to spend Sunday, honey. Gospel music can be worthy of a listen from time to time, especially when it's a swingin' church organ accompanied by brass. Hey, Georgia on my Mind needs to be swung, right? I can hear that in my mind.

Happy July first, folks.

From one of my fav Ray Charles albums:


Artist: Ray Charles
Song: I've got news for you
Album: Genius + Soul = Jazz


You said before we met
that your life was awful tame
Well, I took you to a night club
and the whole band knew your name. Oh,

Well, baby, baby, baby
I've Got News For You
Oh, somehow your story don't ring true,
Well, I've got news for you.

Well, you phoned me you'd be late
cause you took the wrong express
and then you walked in smiling
with your lipstick all a mess

Oh, let me say to you little mama,
Wo, I've Got News for you
Ah, your story don't ring true lil girl
Yeah, I've got news for you.

(Instumental - subdominant bridge)

(A section solo)

Oh, you wore a diamond watch,
claimed it was from Uncle Joe.
When I looked at the inscription
it said love from Daddy-O.

Oh, well baby, wo lil girl, I wanna say
I've Got News For You.
Ah, if you think that jive will do
Let me tell you, oh,
I've Got News For You
Well, somehow your story don't ring true
Wo, I've Got News For You.

Great, edgar, but let's hear one from someone who is still alive. Kris is moaning and in the interim, I plan to have an elegant Sunday brunch.

Artist/Band:Kris Kristofferson
Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down.

Well I woke up Sunday morning,
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes,
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
An' I shaved my face and combed my hair,
An' stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I'd smoked my brain the night before,
On cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid,
Cussin' at a can that he was kicking.
Then I crossed the empty street,
'n caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken.
And it took me back to somethin',
That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way.

On the Sunday morning sidewalk,
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cos there's something in a Sunday,
Makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothin' short of dyin',
Half as lonesome as the sound,
On the sleepin' city sidewalks:
Sunday mornin' comin' down.

In the park I saw a daddy,
With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school,
And listened to the song they were singin'.
Then I headed back for home,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'.
And it echoed through the canyons,
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On the Sunday morning sidewalk,
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cos there's something in a Sunday,
Makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothin' short of dyin',
Half as lonesome as the sound,
On the sleepin' city sidewalks:
Sunday mornin' comin' down.

Do do do do do do do do,
Do do do do do do do,
Do do do do do do do do,
Do do do do do do do.

But, Letty. A singer must die.

A Singer Must Die
Leonard Cohen

Now the courtroom is quiet, but who will confess.
Is it true you betrayed us? the answer is yes.
Then read me the list of the crimes that are mine,
I will ask for the mercy that you love to decline.
And all the ladies go moist, and the judge has no choice,
A singer must die for the lie in his voice.

And I thank you, I thank you for doing your duty,
You keepers of truth, you guardians of beauty.
Your vision is right, my vision is wrong,
Im sorry for smudging the air with my song.

Oh, the night it is thick, my defences are hid
In the clothes of a woman I would like to forgive,
In the rings of her silk, in the hinge of her thighs,
Where I have to go begging in beautys disguise.
Oh goodnight, goodnight, my night after night,
My night after night, after night, after night, after night, after night.

I am so afraid that I listen to you,
Your sun glassed protectors they do that to you.
Its their ways to detain, their ways to disgrace,
Their knee in your balls and their fist in your face.
Yes and long live the state by whoever its made,
Sir, I didnt see nothing, I was just getting home late.

edgar, Leonard does a song the way Leonardo does a painting. Thanks, Texas. That man never ceases to amaze me.

Some elegant brunch I had, folks.

Broke the yolk
Burned the bread
Killed the song inside my head.

But, listeners....

Make It Rain - Leonardo da Vinci Paintings to Song Lyrics - Make it Happen. How do I get from there to here without any effort?

Leonardo da Vinci paintings, pictures of kittens and cats, fine art whimsical angel commissions, grim reaper artwork, lyrics to a song, all things creative are within our reach. We can make of our loves what we want to, it is all up to us as individuals. Our society has become a fast food, quick service bunch of people though, you know, we all know that and say that often. I think though that we need to stop for a minute, decide we can in fact do a lot better and go after what we know is within our possibilities.

Feel the day, the sky open and smiling on you and make it rain.

I have always felt that it is essential for artists to boost one another, especially during those dry days when imagination feels slight. Those times when the artist sits alone and tries to do what he/she did the last time something turned out really great, to surprise even the artist. We ask, "How did I do that?" The answer is a nebulous trance and yet deep down to create more of the same, it is the practice that "pre-seeded" it. Those dry days are lived less and less, the more and more effort is spent on defining dreams with concrete endeavors.

Leonardo da Vinci paintings in your future?

Or maybe, pictures of kittens cats, fine art whimsical angel commissions, grim reaper artwork?

Make it rain.

'How to' though is always knocking at the door coaxing me to learn more, and to reach out to possibility.

Smile. By Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
Published: 5/28/2007

And a Happy July 1 to our frivolous gal, whose name isn't even Sal, (and I'll bet no one here ever heard of that song ) and to all WA2K listeners and contributors.

Lots of nice music last night. Love those cowboy songs.

And here are some July 1 birthday celebs:

A Happy 91st to Olivia DeHavilland; 82nd to Farley Granger; 76th to Leslie Caron; 73rd to Jamie Farr and 53rd to Dan Aykroyd ---- and remembering Charles Laughton.




Oh, I see our frivolous gal has returned from brunch. I love Sunday brunches, too.

Ah, there's our Raggedy. Wonderful photo's as usual, PA. Thanks once again.

We're viewing Olivia, Farley, Leslie, Jamie, Dan, and Charles. Know them all, puppy, and this song as well, although I am just going to play the chorus.


cho: They called her frivolous Sal
A peculiar sort of a gal
With a heart that was mellow
An all 'round good fellow, was my old pal
Your troubles, sorrow and care
She was always willing to share
A wild sort of devil, but dead on the level
Was My Gal Sal.

Hear the melody in my head. Don't know why I know it, of course.

Flyin' shoes
by Townes Van Zandt

Days full of rain
skys comin' down again
I get so tired
of these same old blues
same old song
Baby, it won't be long
'fore I be tyin' on
my flyin' shoes
flyin' shoes
till I be tyin' on
my flyin' shoes

Spring only sighed
summer had to be satisfied
fall is a feelin' that I just can't lose.
I'd like to stay
maybe watch a winter day
turn the green water
to white and blue
flyin' shoes
flyin' shoes
till I be tyin' on
my flyin' shoes

The mountain moon
forever sets too soon
bein' alone is all the hills can do
alone and then
her silver sails again
and they will follow
in their flyin' shoes
flyin' shoes
they will follow in their
flyin' shoes

Days full of rain
skys comin' down again
I get so tired
of the same old blues
same old song
Baby, it won't be long
till I be tyin' on
my flyin' shoes
flyin' shoes
till I be tyin' on
my flyin' shoes

tomorrow is a long time
Bob Dylan

If today was not an endless highway,
If tonight was not a crooked trail,
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time,
Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',
Only if she was lyin' by me,
Then I'd lie in my bed once again.

I can't see my reflection in the waters,
I can't speak the sounds that show no pain,
I can't hear the echo of my footsteps,
Or can't remember the sound of my own name.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',
Only if she was lyin' by me,
Then I'd lie in my bed once again.

There's beauty in the silver, singin' river,
There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky,
But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty
That I remember in my true love's eyes.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',
Only if she was lyin' by me,
Then I'd lie in my bed once again.