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Oh, my God, hawkman. That rabbit was NOT having a bad hair day. Love it, Boston Bob.

Thanks once again for the great celeb backgrounds. I certainly did not know that Lucille was cited for being a card carrying communist, and thanks to Desi, she was returned to the arms of an adoring public.

We all love Tennyson, Bob, and I recall that upon cremation, his heart would not burn.

Well, I was fascinated with Leo Carillo, and found this song about The Cisco Kid.

The Cisco Kid
Artist: War

The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
He drink whiskey, Poncho drink the wine
He drink whiskey, Poncho drink the wine

We met down on the fort of Rio Grande
We met down on the fort of Rio Grande
Eat the salted peanuts out of can
Eat the salted peanuts out the can

The outlaws had us pinned down at the fort
The outlaws had us pinned down at the fort
Cisco came in blastin', drinkin' port
Cisco came in blastin', drinkin' port

They rode the sunset, horse was made of steel
They rode the sunset, horse was made of steel
Chased a gringo last night through a field
Chased a gringo last night through a field

The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
The Cisco Kid he was a friend of mine
The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine

The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
The Cisco Kid he was a friend of mine
The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine

The Cisco Kid he was a friend of mine

since it's a beautiful sunny day in eastern ontario we'll soon be sitting in the backyard under the shady tree - not an apple tree !
i have the version by uncle LOUIS from "the best of the decca years" .
time to put the teaketle on - cake will be ready shortly - SIESTA TIME !
hbg

Ah, hamburger. That gave me a smile, Canada. I do recall our apple tree in Virginia. I climbed it so often as a kid and had one of my more mature thoughts among its branches.

In thinking about Montana's "crush" thread, folks, I recalled this funny song by Jerry Reed. After that we shall do one by Tennyson.

Well me and Homer Jones and Big John Talley
Had a big crap game goin' back in the alley
And I kept rollin' them sevens, winnin' all them pots
My luck was so good I could do no wrong
I jest kept on rollin' and controllin' them bones
And finally they jest threw up their hands and said

"When you hot, you hot"
I said "Yeah?"

When you're hot, you're hot
And when you're not, you're not

Put all the money in and let's roll 'em again
When you're hot, you're hot
(La la la la la la la) (La la la la la)
(La la la la la la la, when you're hot, you're hot)

Well, now every time I rolled them dice I'd win
And I was just gettin' ready to roll 'em again
When I heard somethin' behind me
I turned around and there was a big old cop
He said "Hello, boys" and then he gave us a grin 'n' said
"Look like I'm gonna hafta haul you all in
And keep all that money for evidence"
I said, "Well, son when you hot, you hot"
He said "Yeah"

When you're hot, you're hot
And when you're not, you're not
You can 'splain it all down at City Hall
I say, yeah, when you're hot, you're hot
You're hot
(La la la la la la la) (La la la la la)
(La la la la la la la, when you're hot, you're hot)

Well, when he took us inta court I couldn't believe my eyes
The judge was a fishin' buddy that I recognized
I said "Hey, judge, old buddy, old pal"
"I'll pay ya that hundred I owe ya if you'll get me outta this spot"
So he gave my friends a little fine to pay
He turned around and grinned at me and said
"Ninety days, Jerry, when you hot, you hot"
'N' I said "Thanks a lot"

When you're hot, you're hot
And when you're not, you're not
He let my friends go free and throwed the book at me
He said "Well, when you're hot, you're hot"

I said, "Well I'll tell ya one thing judge, old buddy, old pal
If you wasn't wearin' that black robe I'd take out in back of this courthouse
And I'd try a little bit of your honor on
You understand that, you hillbilly?
Who gonna collect my welfare?"
(When you're hot, you're hot)
"Pay for my Cadillac?
Whadda you mean 'contempt of court'?"
(When you're hot, you're hot)
"Judge"
"O Judge!"

The Kraken

by Tennyson

Below the thunders of the upper deep;
Far far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides; above him swell
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumber'd and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages, and will lie
Battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.

Bob, that is a marvelous poem by Tennyson. I have never read it before, and Tennyson makes it come to life again. What an awesome mythological creature whose only keeper was poseidon. It has taken many forms.



Here's another by Tennyson, that I have thought about often.

Crossing The Bar

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.

letty :
i'm not sure if you are an "East Virginia Girl" , but i'm sure you'll enjoy this song .
hbg

Love it, hbg. Actually, my mom came from East Virginia, but moved to a county near Charlottesville to teach in a one room school house. There she met and married my dad and they lived in what I refer to as my ancestral home. All of the songs my parents sang haven't been recorded , I'm afraid, but I do remember this one, and what a surprise to find that it was picked up by Carl Sandburg.

I used to have an old grey horse,
He weighed ten thousand pounds,
Every tooth he had in his head,
Was eighteen inches around.

Chorus: I'm a-goin' down to town,
I'm a-goin' down to town,
I'm a-goin' down to Lynchburg town,
To carry my tobacco down.

That horse he had a holler tooth,
He could eat ten bushels of corn,
Ev'ry time he opened his mouth,
Ten bushels and a half were gone.

Chorus: I'm a-goin' down to town,
I'm a-goin' down to town,
I'm a-goin' down to Lynchburg town,
To carry my tobacco down.

I had a yaller gal,
I brought her from the south,
All the fault I had with her,
She had too big a mouth.

Chorus: I'm a-goin' down to town,
I'm a-goin' down to town,
I'm a-goin' down to Lynchburg town,
To carry my tobacco down.

I took her down to the blacksmith shop,
To get her mouth made small,
She opened her mouth to get a breath,
And swallowed blacksmith, shop and all.

Chorus: I'm a-goin' down to town,
I'm a-goin' down to town,
I'm a-goin' down to Lynchburg town,
To carry my tobacco down.

I'm a-goin' to get me some sticks and sand,
To make my chimney higher,
To keep that dog-goned old tom cat,
From puttin' out my fire.

Chorus: I'm a-goin' down to town,
I'm a-goin' down to town,
I'm a-goin' down to Lynchburg town,
To carry my tobacco down.

The kraken has also been portayed as a giant squid. You may or may not know of the video images caught by the Japanese recently of giant squid. Giant squid have been seen also where they aven't been seen before. Unusual happenings have also taken place on land. Polar bears hunting other polar bears. There are many signs of a shift.

Later this month friend Mike and I should begin our fall hawk banding. If the numbers are anywhere near normal I'll breathe a sigh of relief. Time will tell.

last night letty asked me for a happy song

this one always makes me smile

The Jolly Tinker

As I went down a shady lane, at a door I chanced to knock
"Have you any pots or kettles, with rusty holes to block?"
"Well indeed I have, don't you know I have
To me right fol-ooral-addy, well indeed I have"

The misses came out to the door and she asked me to come in
"You're welcome jolly tinker and I hope you brought your tin"
"Well indeed I have, don't you know I have
To me right fol-ooral-addy, well indeed I have"

She took me through the kitchen and she led me through the hall
And the servants cried "The devil, has he come to block us all
"Well indeed I have, don't you know I have
To me right fol-ooral-addy, well indeed I have"

She took me up the stairs, me lads, to show me what to do
Then she fell on the feather bed and I fell on it too
Well, indeed I did, don't you know I did
To me right fol-ooral-addy, well indeed I did"

She then took out a frying pan and she began to knock
For to let the servants know, me lads, that I was at my work
Well, Indeed I was, don't you know I was
To me right fol-ooral-addy, well indeed I was"


She put her hand into her pocket and she pulled out twenty pounds
"Take that my jolly tinker and we'll have another round"
"Well, indeed we will, don't you know we will
To me right fol-ooral-addy, well indeed I will"

Well, I've been a jolly tinker for these forty years or more
But such a lovely job as that, I never did before
Well, indeed I didn't, don't you know I didn't
To me right fol-ooral-addy, well indeed I didn't"

letty :
a sack full of folksongs for you ; hope youll enjoy them .
hbg

FOLKSONGS FOR LETTY

here is a sampler (i always like a "sampler" of southern cooking when we get to virginia - smoked ham , thick slice of hickory smoked bacon , plump sausage ... - mouth beginning to water :wink: )

while the song made me happy, something else has made me quite sad

Tommy Makem has died


The original lineup of the Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem during their prime in New York City in 1963.
L to R: Tommy Makem, Paddy, Tom and Liam Clancy

Tommy Makem (November 4, 1932 - August 1, 2007) was an internationally celebrated folk musician, artist, poet and storyteller from Ireland, best known as a member of The Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem. He played the long necked 5 string banjo, guitar, tin whistle, and border pipes, and sang in a distinctive baritone. He was sometimes known as "The Bard of Armagh" (taken from a traditional song of the same name) and "The Godfather of Irish Music".


Makem was born and raised in Keady, County Armagh (the "Hub of the Universe" as Makem always said), in Northern Ireland. His mother, Sarah Makem, was also a successful folk singer, as well as an important source of traditional Irish music, who was visited and recorded by, among others, Diane Guggenheim Hamilton, Jean Ritchie, Peter Kennedy and Sean O'Boyle.

He emigrated to the United States in 1955, carrying his few possessions and a set of bagpipes (from his time in a pipe band). He went to work in a mill in Dover, New Hampshire; but in 1956, a mill accident crushed his hand. With his arm in a sling, he sought out the Clancy Brothers in New York to make music.

The Clancys were signed to Columbia Records in 1961. The same year, at the Newport Folk Festival, Makem and Joan Baez were named the most promising newcomers on the American folk scene. During the 1960s, The Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem performed sellout concerts at such venues as Carnegie Hall and made television appearances on shows like The Ed Sullivan Show and The Tonight Show.

Makem left the group in 1969 to pursue a solo career. In 1975, he and Liam Clancy were both booked to play a folk festival in Cleveland, Ohio, and were persuaded to do a set together. Thereafter they often performed as Makem and Clancy, recording several albums together. He once again went solo in 1988.

In the 1980-90s, Makem was a principal in a well-known New York Irish music venue, "Tommy Makem's Irish Pavilion". This E. 57th Street club was a prominent and well-loved performance spot for a wide range of musicians. A random list of performers and visitors includes Paddy Reilly, Joe Burke, and Ronnie Gilbert. Makem was a regular performer, often solo and often as part of Makem & Clancy, particularly in the late fall and holiday season. The club was also used for warm-up performances in the weeks before the 1984 reunion concert of The Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem at Lincoln Center.

In 1997 he wrote a book, Tommy Makem's Secret Ireland, and in 1999 premiered his own one man theatre show, Invasions and Legacies, in New York. He also established the Tommy Makem International Festival of Song in South Armagh in 2000.

Makem died following a lengthy battle with lung cancer in Dover, New Hampshire. He continued to record and perform until very close to the end. Paying tribute to him after his death, Liam Clancy said, "he was my brother in every way"

His sons Shane, Conor, and Rory ("The Makem Brothers") and nephew Tom Sweeney continue the family folk music tradition. He also had two daughters and his wife, Mary, predeceased him in 2001.

Bob, I did see that video of the squid, and I am delighted that you and Mike will begin your banding. When I showed the picture of the Kraken, I noticed that as well, Boston.

Here it is, folks.



hbg, I love that song, and I will check out your folksongs tomorrow. Thank you, my cajun friend.

Ah, dj, you gave me a smile with that tinker song. Love the innuendo, honey.

Back later to say goodnight.

a fave song from tommy makem and the clancy brothers

The Old Orange Flute

In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all of us thought him a stout-hearted blade.

On the twelfth of July as it yearly did come
Bob played on the flute to the sound of the drum
You can talk of your fiddles, your harp or your lute
But there's nothing could sound like the Old Orange Flute.

But the treacherous scoundrel, he took us all in
For he married a Papish named Bridget McGinn
Turned Papish himself and forsook the Old Cause
That gave us our freedom, religion and laws.

And the boys in the county made such a stir on it
They forced Bob to flee to the province of Connaught;
Took with him his wife and his fixins, to boot,
And along with the rest went the Old Orange Flute.

Each Sunday at mass, to atone for past deeds,
Bob said Paters and Aves and counted his beads
Till one Sunday morn, at the priest's own require
Bob went for to play with the flutes in the choir.

He went for to play with the flutes in the mass
But the instrument quivered and cried."O Alas!"
And blow as he would, though he made a great noise,
The flute would play only "The Protestant Boys".

Bob jumped up and huffed, and was all in a flutter.
He pitched the old flute in the best holy water;
He thought that this charm would bring some other sound,
When he tried it again, it played "Croppies Lie Down!"

And for all he would finger and twiddle and blow
For to play Papish music, the flute would not go;
"Kick the Pope" to "Boyne Water" was all it would sound
Not one Papish bleat in it could e'er be found.

At a council of priests that was held the next day
They decided to banish the Old Flute away;
They couldn't knock heresy out of its head
So they bought Bob another to play in its stead.

And the Old Flute was doomed, and its fate was pathetic
'Twas fastened and burnt at the stake as heretic.
As the flames rose around it, you could hear a strange noise
'Twas the Old Flute still a-whistlin' "The Protestant Boys".

dj, my friend from Northern Ireland would love that song. Tommy Makem has left us a wonderful legacy. I can't think of a more soothing tune to hear as I say goodnight.

Once again, Thank you all for the wonderful songs, commentaries and memories. I can hear that tin whistle as I leave.

From Letty with love

I have a video tape of he and the Clancy Brothers doing this song.

Oh the time will come up
When the winds will stop
And the breeze will cease to be breathin'.
Like the stillness in the wind
'Fore the hurricane begins,
The hour when the ship comes in.

Oh the seas will split
And the ship will hit
And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking.
Then the tide will sound
And the wind will pound
And the morning will be breaking.

Oh the fishes will laugh
As they swim out of the path
And the seagulls they'll be smiling.
And the rocks on the sand
Will proudly stand,
The hour that the ship comes in.

And the words that are used
For to get the ship confused
Will not be understood as they're spoken.
For the chains of the sea
Will have busted in the night
And will be buried at the bottom of the ocean.

A song will lift
As the mainsail shifts
And the boat drifts on to the shoreline.
And the sun will respect
Every face on the deck,
The hour that the ship comes in.

Then the sands will roll
Out a carpet of gold
For your weary toes to be a-touchin'.
And the ship's wise men
Will remind you once again
That the whole wide world is watchin'.

Oh the foes will rise
With the sleep still in their eyes
And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreamin'.
But they'll pinch themselves and squeal
And know that it's for real,
The hour when the ship comes in.

Then they'll raise their hands,
Sayin' we'll meet all your demands,
But we'll shout from the bow your days are numbered.
And like Pharaoh's tribe,
They'll be drownded in the tide,
And like Goliath, they'll be conquered.

now that's a song i've never heard

when i was a wee lad, we had two albums by tommy and the clancy's, i played the crap out of those things and loved every song

The song I posted is a Dylan song. They performed it at the Dylan 35th Anniversary Concert.

Lee Hazelwood also has died, at age 78.




(NANCY):
Strawberries cherries and an angels kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things

(LEE):
I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled to
A song that I had only sang to just a few
She saw my silver spurs and said lets pass some time
And I will give to you summer wine
Ohh-oh-oh summer wine

(NANCY):
Strawberries cherries and an angels kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things
Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time
And I will give to you summer wine
Ohhh-oh summer wine

(LEE):
My eyes grew heavy and my lips they could not speak
I tried to get up but I couldnt find my feet
She reassured me with an unfamiliar line
And then she gave to me more summer wine
Ohh-oh-oh summer wine

(NANCY):
Strawberries cherries and an angels kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things
Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time
And I will give to you summer wine
Mmm-mm summer wine

(LEE):
When I woke up the sun was shining in my eyes
My silver spurs were gone my head felt twice its size
She took my silver spurs a dollar and a dime
And left me cravin for more summer wine
Ohh-oh-oh summer wine

(NANCY):
Strawberries cherries and an angels kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things
Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time
And I will give to you summer wine
Mmm-mm summer wine

Everyone's Gone To The Moon
Johnathan King

[Words and Music by Kenneth King]

Streets full of people, all alone
Roads full of houses never home
Church full of singing out of tune
Everyone's gone to the moon

Eyes full of sorrow, never wet
Hands full of money, all in debt
Sun coming out in the middle of June
Everyone's gone to the moon

Long time ago
Life had begun
Everyone went to the sun

Hearts full of motors painted green
Mouths full of chocolate-covered cream
Arms that can only lift a spoon
Everyone's gone to the moon

Everyone's gone to the moon
Everyone's gone to the moon

Billie Burke
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia



Birth name Mary William Ethelbert Appleton Burke
Born August 7, 1885(1885-08-07)
Washington D.C.
Died May 14, 1970 (aged 84)
Los Angeles, California
Spouse(s) Florenz Ziegfeld Jr. (1914-1932)

Mary William Ethelbert Appleton Burke (August 7, 1885 - May 14, 1970) was an Oscar-nominated American actress primarily known to modern audiences for her role as Glinda the Good Witch of the North in the musical The Wizard of Oz.




Early life

Known as Billie Burke, she toured the U.S. and Europe with a circus because her father, Billy Burke, was employed with them as a singing clown. Her family ultimately settled in London where she was fortunate to see plays in London's historic West End.

She wanted to be a stage actress. In 1903, she began acting on stage, making her debut in London, and eventually returning to America to become the toast of Broadway as a musical comedy star. She was praised by The New York Times for her charm and her brightness.


Career

Thanks to her representation by famed producer Charles Frohman, Burke went on to play leads on Broadway in Mrs. Dot, Suzanne, The Runaway, The "Mind-the-Paint" Girl, and The Land of Promise from 1910 to 1913, along with a supporting role in the revival of Sir Arthur Wing Pinero's The Amazons. There she caught the eye of producer Florenz Ziegfeld, marrying him in 1914. In 1916, they had one daughter, Patricia Ziegfeld. She was quickly signed for the movies, making her film debut in the title role of Peggy (1916). She continued to appear on the stage, and sometimes she starred on the screen. She loved the stage more than movie-business, not only because it was her first love, but also because it allowed her to have speaking parts (impossible in silent movies). But when the family's savings were wiped out in the Crash of 1929, she had no choice but to return to the screen.

In 1932 Billie Burke made her Hollywood comeback, starring as Margaret Fairfield in A Bill of Divorcement, directed by George Cukor, though the film is better known as Katharine Hepburn's first movie appearance (Burke played Hepburn's mother). Despite the death of Florenz Ziegfeld during the film's production, Billie Burke resumed filming shortly after his funeral.


in the film Topper Returns (1941)In 1936, MGM filmed a biopic of her deceased husband (The Great Ziegfeld), a film that won Oscars for Best Picture and Best Actress (Luise Rainer as Ziegfeld's first wife, Anna Held). Burke was herself a character in the film, but she was not cast as herself. Instead, prominent actress Myrna Loy essayed the role of Burke, a fact that amused Hollywood at the time.

In 1933, Burke was cast as Mrs. Millicent Jordan, a scatterbrained high-society woman hosting a dinner party in the witty comedy Dinner at Eight, directed by George Cukor, co-starring with Lionel Barrymore, Marie Dressler, John Barrymore, Jean Harlow and Wallace Beery. The movie was a great success, and revived Burke's career. She subsequently starred in many comedies and musicals, typecast as a ditzy, fluffy and feather-brained upper-class matron, due to her delightful comedic talent and helium-filled voice.

In 1937 she appeared in the first of the Topper series of films, about a man haunted by two socialite ghosts (played by Cary Grant and Constance Bennett), in which she played the tremulous and daffy Clara Topper. Her performance as Emily Kilbourne in Merrily We Live (1938) resulted in her only Oscar nomination.

In 1938 (at age 53) she was chosen to play Glinda, the Good Witch of the North in the Oscar-winning seminal 1939 musical film The Wizard of Oz, directed by Victor Fleming, with Judy Garland. As Glinda, the Good Witch, Burke combined pathos, humor and her inimitable dizziness into a character known as an icon of goodness, strength and wisdom.

Another successful series followed with Father of the Bride (1950) and Father's Little Dividend (1951), both directed by Vincente Minnelli and starring Spencer Tracy, Joan Bennett, and Elizabeth Taylor.

She wrote two autobiographies, both with Cameron Van Shippe: With a Feather on My Nose (Appleton 1949) and With Powder on My Nose (Coward McCann, 1959).


Radio and television

On CBS radio, The Billie Burke Show was heard on Saturday mornings from April 3, 1943 to September 21, 1946. Sponsored by Listerine, this situation comedy was initially titled Fashions in Rations during its first year. Portraying herself as a featherbrained Good Samaritan who lived "in the little white house on Sunnyview Lane," she always offered a helping hand to those in her neighborhood. She worked often in early TV, appearing in the short-lived sitcom Doc Corkle (1952).

At the age of 60, Billie Burke tried to make a comeback on the New York stage. She starred in two short-lived productions: This Rock and Mrs. January and Mr. Ex. Although Burke got good reviews, the plays did not. She appeared in several plays in California as well, although her mind became clouded, and she had trouble remembering lines. In the late 1950s, her failing memory led to her retirement from the show business, although her explanation for that was, "Acting just wasn't any fun anymore."


Memorial statue at Billie Burke's grave in Kensico CemeteryHer last screen appearance was in Sergeant Rutledge, a Western directed by John Ford in 1960.


Later life and progeny

Billie Burke died in Los Angeles, California of natural causes at the age of 85 in 1970 and was interred at Kensico Cemetery, Valhalla, Westchester County, New York, survived by her daughter, Patricia, four grandchildren and nine great grandchildren. Patricia married William Robert Stephenson, with whom she had four children: Florenz, Celie, Robert and Susie. Florenz Crossley and her late husband David have 2 children, Dale and Stephen. Celie Duncan is married to Don, and has 2 children from her first marriage, Billie Jean and Rob Adkisson. Robert Stephenson and his wife Violette have 3 children: Nicole, Daniel and Kathryn. Susie Plemons and husband Mickey have 2 children, Christopher and Betsy. Patricia and Bill are still alive; she is 91, and he is 95. They live next door to the house that Billie and Patricia lived in when Billie moved to Los Angeles.

For many years, Billie's framed photo was displayed above the exit staircase at New York's Ziegfeld Theater, but it curiously vanished after renovations to it.

She is known for the quote, "Age is something that doesn't matter, unless you are a cheese."