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Well, dys. Listen to this by Mose

One of these days I've got to get things right
I'm gonna do my business in the daylight
One of these days you know I've got to get things right
I'm gonna do my business out in the broad daylight

One of these days I've got to get things straight
I'm gonna stop actin' like a reprobate
One of these days you know I've got to get things straight
I'm gonna stop staying out late
And actin' like a reprobate

One of these days I've got to get in step
It won't be long 'fore I'll be needin help
One of these days you know I've got to get in step
The way I'm going I'll soon be needin' help

One of these days I've got to go back home
Sit out on my front porch and compose a poem
One of these days you know I've got to go back home
I'm gonna sit out on my front porch, rock away compose a poem

Tried to locate the song "Tears for Eric" by Harvey Mandel, but not much success, folks.

Duke, Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl
Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl
Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl

Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl
Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl
Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl
Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl

As I walk through this world
Nothing can stop the Duke of Earl
And you, you are my girl
And no one can hurt you, oh no
Yes, I'm gonna love you
Come on let me hold you darlin'
'Cause I'm the Duke of Earl

And when I hold you
You will be my Duchess, Duchess of Earl
We'll walk through my dukedom
And the paradise we will share

Yes, oh, I
I'm gonna love you
Nothing can stop me now
'Cause I'm the Duke of Earl

Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl
Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl
Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl

I'm gonna love you
Nothing can stop me now
'Cause I'm the Duke of Earl

Friends With the Devil
Ramblin' Jack Elliot

I lit out from Reno
I was trailed by twenty hounds
Didn't get to sleep that night
Till the morning came around

chorus:
I set out running but I take my time
A friend of the Devil is a friend of mine
If I get home before daylight
I just might get some sleep tonight
I ran into the Devil, babe
He loaned me twenty bills
I spent that night in Utah
In a cave up in the hills

I ran down to the levee
But the Devil caught me there
He took my twenty-dollar bill
And he vanished in the air

Got two reasons why I cry
away each lonely night
First one's named sweet Ann Marie
and she's my heart's delight
Second one is prison, baby
the sheriff's on my trail
And if he catches up with me
I'll spend my life in jail

Got a wife in Cheno, babe
And one in Cherokee
First one says she's got my child
But it don't look like me

You can borrow from the Devil
You can borrow from a friend
But the Devil will give you twenty
When your friend only got ten

edgar, those pounding storms from Texas just hit the East Coast of Florida. Wow! Talk about music, folks.

Incidentally, buddy, that's the Duke of Earl that I was thinking about.(not that wild about it, however)

Inspired by the Essential Jazz forum, I just recalled who did Heather on the Hill. What a saxophone player Herb Geller was, listeners.


Can't we two go walkin' together, out beyond the valley of trees?
Out where there's a hillside of heather, curtsyin' gently in the breeze.

That's what I'd like to do: see the heather--but with you.

The mist of May is in the gloamin', and all the clouds are holdin' still.
So take my hand and let's go roamin' through the heather on the hill.
The mornin' dew is blinkin' yonder. There's lazy music in the rill,
And all I want to do is wander through the heather on the hill.

There may be other days as rich and rare.
There may be other springs as full and fair.
But they won't be the same--they'll come and go,
For this I know:

That when the mist is in the gloamin', and all the clouds are holdin' still,
If you're not there I won't go roamin' through the heather on the hill,
The heather on the hill.

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors. We had what is known among some, as a frog strangler last evening. As a matter of record, I feel a bit sea sick.

edgar, thanks for that unbelievable background on The Masked Marauders album. That's the kind of hoax that folks do not object to, Texas.

Well, listeners, I found a little background myself on Clifford Brown. Quincey Jones wrote a song called, I Remember Clifford, but I could not find those lyrics; however, I did learn that Bud Powell's brother, Richie, died in the car crash with him. How ironic, that Brown was a clean liver as opposed to so many jazz artists of the day.

Here's one that remembers Clifford, folks.

Manhattan Transfer, The - Oh Yes, I Remember Clifford

(Music by Benny Golson - Lyrics by Jon Hendricks)

Clif...ford
I know he'll never be forgotten
Long as there's still sound
He was a king uncrowned
Not all kings are given crowns
I know I'll always remember

Always
The warmth
All his warmth
Of his sound
Was in his sound
Lingers so long I'm sure he's still around
Still around... Those who've heard
For all those who've heard

Truly, they repeat him yet
Even yet

So those who hear won't forget
And the ever-present sound
That abounds in his praise
Echos throughout the universe
For endless spans of time uncountable
By days
The pretty little piquant passages
Clifford played
They are with us now
And I'm positive that they will endure
Should time and sacred circumstance allow
Yes, they'll live forever

Oh, yes, I remember Clifford now
Seems I always feel that Clifford's spirit's
Hangin' roun' me somehow
We remember

Each and every single day
I hear his lovely trumpet tone

Such exquisite singing

In every horn that seems to have a sound
That's all its own
So somebody tell me how
How can we ever day for certain
Someone that played
Like Clifford Brown could play
Could really be said to have gone away

I only know that I hear him now
And I believe that I always will
You've got to believe
I remember Clifford still, yes I hear him still

I know he'll never be forgotten
He was a king uncrowned

I know I'll always remember
'Member Clifford Brown
I'll always remember Clifford Brown

Shelley Duvall
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia



Birth name Shelley Alexis Duvall
Born July 07, 1949 (1949-07-07) (age 57)
Houston, Texas, USA
Notable roles Millie Lammoreaux in 3 Women (1977)
Wendy Torrance in The Shining (1980)
Olive Oyl in Popeye (1980)

Shelley Alexis Duvall (born July 7, 1949) is an award winning American film and television actress. She began her career in the 1970s, playing quirky and waif-like characters in the movies of Robert Altman, and eventually starred in movies by Woody Allen, Stanley Kubrick, Terry Gilliam and Tim Burton.





Biography

Early life

Duvall was born in Houston, Texas to Robert Richardson Duvall, a defense attorney, and Bobbie Ruth Massengale, a real estate broker. She has three brothers, Scott, Shane, and Stuart. Duvall graduated from Waltrip High School. Duvall was working as a cosmetics saleswoman at a Houston Foley's when she was discovered at a party by production scouts for Altman's Brewster McCloud (1970). She is often thought to be related to Oscar winning actor Robert Duvall. She is not.


Career

After a tough interview with Altman, she later won the lead role of Suzanne, the free-spirited love interest to Bud Cort's reclusive Brewster. Altman was impressed enough with Duvall's work to cast the young actress in his next films, including McCabe & Mrs. Miller (1971), Thieves Like Us (1974), and Nashville (1975). In 1977, Duvall was named Best Actress by the Cannes Film Festival and the Los Angeles Film Critics Association for her portrayal of the delusional Millie Lammoreaux in Altman's 3 Women.

That same year Duvall appeared in Annie Hall playing Woody Allen's one-night stand. Her next role would be Wendy opposite Jack Nicholson in Kubrick's The Shining (1980). Jack Nicholson states in the documentary Stanley Kubrick: A Life in Pictures that Kubrick was great to work with, but that he was "a different director" with Duvall.

Her landmark movie role also occurred in 1980 when she played Olive Oyl in Popeye, as critics noted that she was "perfect" for that role and that it was a character "she was born to play". Though she has appeared in many movies since, she never again reached the heights she did with Popeye.

From 1982-1987, Duvall produced and acted in a children's television series for Showtime called Faerie Tale Theatre. The one hour episodes re-told popular fairy tales.

HOW DO YOU DECIDE WHOM TO MARRY? (written by kids)

You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff. Like, if you like sports, she should like it that you like sports, and she should keep the chips and dip coming.
-- Alan, age 10

No person really decides before they grow up who they're going to marry. God decides it all way before, and you get to find out later who you're stuck with.
-- Kristen, age 10

WHAT IS THE RIGHT AGE TO GET MARRIED?
Twenty-three is the best age because you know the person FOREVER by then.
-- Camille, age 10

HOW CAN A STRANGER TELL IF TWO PEOPLE ARE MARRIED?
You might have to guess, based on whether they seem to be yelling at the same kids.
-- Derrick, age 8

WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR MOM AND DAD HAVE IN COMMON?
Both don't want any more kids.
-- Lori, age 8

WHAT DO MOST PEOPLE DO ON A DATE?
Dates are for having fun, and people should use them to get to know each other. Even boys have something to say if you listen long enough.
-- Lynnette, age 8 (isn't she a treasure)

On the first date, they just tell each other lies and that Usually g et s them interested enough to go for a second date.
-- Martin, age 10
WHAT WOULD YOU DO ON A FIRST DATE THAT WAS TURNING SOUR?
I'd run home and play dead. The next day I would call all the newspapers and make sure they wrote about me in all the dead columns.
-- Craig, age 9

WHEN IS IT OKAY TO KISS SOMEONE?
When they're rich.
-- Pam, age 7

The law says you have to be eighteen, so I wouldn't want to mess with that.
- - Curt, age 7

The rule goes like this: If you kiss someone, then you should marry them and have kids with them. It's the right thing to do.
- - Howard, age 8

IS IT BETTER TO BE SINGLE OR MARRIED?
It's better for girls to be single but not for boys. Boys need someone to clean up after them.
-- Anita, age 9& amp; lt; B> (bless you child )

HOW WOULD THE WORLD BE DIFFERENT IF PEOPLE DIDN'T GET MARRIED?
There sure would be a lot of kids to explain, wouldn't there?
-- Kelvin, age 8

And the #1 Favorite is........
HOW WOULD YOU MAKE A MARRIAGE WORK?
Tell your wife that she looks pretty, even if she looks like a dump truck.
-- Ricky, age 10 Â Â Â Â Â Â

Hey, Bob of Boston. Thanks for the bio's and the wisdom of kids. I was feeling sort of down this morning because of some recent news, but those observations made me smile, hawkman. Yep, the final one is a MUST in any marriage. Love it!

Well, folks, until our Raggedy makes an appearance with her wonderful montage, I want to thank M.D. for leading me to this jazz performer and the wonderful songs that she did via organ.

Her name is Shirley Scott, and here is one song that she does.

At last my love has come along
My lonely days are over
And life is like a song


At last
The skies above are blue
My heart was wrapped in clover
The night I looked at you

I found a dream, that I could speak to
A dream that I can call my own
I found a thrill to press my cheek to
A thrill that I have never known

You smile, and then the spell was cast
And here we are in heaven
For you are mine at last

She has done others that we all should know, but I'll save the best until last. <smile>

When bob Dylan was blind boy grunt;
The Blind Boy Grunt pseudonym has also been trotted out for use on various Dylan bootlegs, as sort of an in-joke likely to be picked up on by fans serious enough to collect Dylan boots in the first place. As a footnote, Blind Boy Grunt is not the only pseudonym Dylan has used on record: he also appears as piano player Bob Landy on the Elektra anthology The Blues Project (on the song "Downtown Blues"), as Tedham Porterhouse when playing harmonica on Ramblin' Jack Elliott's 1964 album track "Will the Circle Be Unbroken," and as Robert Milkwood Thomas when adding piano and harmony vocals to Steve Goodman's "Somebody Else's Troubles" in the early 1970s. Also, Janis Ian used the pseudonym Blind Girl Grunt when recording for Broadside.

Pony
Ramblin' Jack Elliot

I've seen it all boys -- I've been all over.
Been everywhere in the whole wide world.
I rode the high line with old blind Darby.
I danced real slow with Ida Jane.
I was full of wonder when I left Murfreesboro.
Now I am full of hollow on Maxwell street...
And I hope my Pony
I hope my Pony
I hope my Pony knows the way back home.

I walked from Natcher to Hushpukena.
I built a fire by the side of the road.
I worked for nothin in a Belzoni saw mill.
I caught a Blind out on the B and O.
Talullah's friendly.
Belzoni ain't so.
A 44'll get you 99.
And I hope my Pony
I hope my Pony
I hope my Pony knows the way back home.

I run my race with burnt face Jake.
Gave him a Manzanita cross.
I lived on nothin but dreams and train smoke.
Somehow my watch and chain got lost.
I wish I was home in Evelyn's Kitchen,
With old Gyp curled around my feet.
And I hope my Pony
I hope my Pony
I hope my Pony knows the way back home.

My word, dys. That Dylan man was a chameleon. More info that we didn't know. Thanks, cowboy. Hey, I can still play "May the Circle be Unbroken" on the Pianer.

Love your pony song, edgar, and here's one to match.

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN

Pony Boy
(From the album "HUMAN TOUCH")

Pony boy pony boy
Won't you be my pony boy
Giddy-up giddy-up giddy-up whoo
My pony boy

Ride with me ride with me
Won't you take a ride with me
Underneath the starry sky
My pony boy

O'er the hills and through the trees
We'll go ridin' you and me
Giddy-up giddy-up giddy-away
My pony boy

Down into the valley deep
'Neath the eaves we will sleep
Sky of dreams up above
My pony boy.

That's not the way that I heard it, folks, but who can argue with the Boss.

I can, so...

Pony boy, pony boy,
Won't you be my pony boy
Marry me, carry me,
Ride away with me

Don't say no here we go,
Ride across the plains,
Giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up go.
My pony boy.

Good morning WA2K.

Hope you're feeling better, Letty.

Laughing at Bob's jokes and pondering "frog strangler"

Ringo, Shellley and Doc:

Hey, Raggedy. Great trio, puppy. If you think about it PA, when the rain is so intense that it strangles a frog, (the green jumping kind) it may be time to start on an ark.

Well, folks, we're looking at Ringo, Shelley, and Doc. That trumpet man visited a place where Bud's trio was playing, but he wouldn't sit in because he didn't want the piano man to hang him.

Jazz lingo. Sit in: to play with the band. Be hanged. When one musician outplays another musician.

Well, it's just Paul and Ringo, now.

ARTIST: Ringo Starr
TITLE: The No No Song
Lyrics and Chords


A lady that I know just came from Colombia
She smiled because I did not understand
Then she held out some marijuana, oh ho
She said it was the best in all the land

/ C G F C / F - C - / - - F - / G - C - /

{Refrain}
And I said, "No-no-no-no, I don't smoke it no more
I'm tired of waking up on the floor
No thank you please, it only makes me sneeze
Then it makes it hard to find the door"

/ C - - - / - - G7 - / - - - - / - - C - /

A woman that I know just came from Majorca, Spain
She smiled because I did not understand
Then she held out a ten pound bag of cocaine
She said it was the finest in the land

{Refrain with [sniff]}

A man I know just came from Nashville, Tennessee-o
He smiled because I did not understand
Then he held out some moonshine whiskey, oh-ho
He said it was the best in all the land

{Refrain with drink it}

{Refrain with "I can't take it no more"}

Funny.

Same Old Saturday Night sung by Frank Sinatra

Went to see a movie show
Found myself an empty row
Thought the show was just alright
Same old Saturday night

Then I made the usual stop
Coffee at the coffee shop
Friendly face nowhere in sight
Same old Saturday night

I really thought - the papers I bought
Would help me forget you for a while
Believe me honey - the funnies weren't funny
They didn't even make me smile

How I wish you'd lift the phone
Fun is fun - but not alone
'Til you let me hold you tight
Same old Saturday night

I really thought - the papers I bought
Would help me forget you for a while
Believe me honey - the funnies weren't funny
They didn't even make me smile

How I wish you'd lift the phone
Fun is fun - but not alone
'Til you let me hold you tight
Same old Saturday night


Only your face - can help me erase
That same old Saturday night

ah, Victor, Saturday nights can be so lonely. Welcome back, incidentally.

Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
'Cause that's the night that my sweetie and I
Used to dance cheek to cheek

I don't mind Sunday night at all
'Cause that's the night friends come to call
And Monday to Fridays go fast
And another week is past

But Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
I sing the song that I sang for the memories I usually seek
Until I hear you at the door
Until you're in my arms once more
Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
I sing a lonely song

The best I could do at present, Letty, but it looks like there might be an opening shortly.

Time In A Bottle Sung By Jim Croce

If I could save Time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
Til Eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then,
Again, I would spend them with you

CHORUS:
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with

If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you

(Repeat Chorus)