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There's our Raggedy, folks, with a collage dominated by Alan Ladd. I had no idea that he did The Great Gatsby, PA. and thank you once again for the memory. I knew that song, Boy on a Dolphin, fit somewhere in my mind.

edgar, great song, but I am afraid that I don't recognize Liz Phair. That must have been for our Shane, right?

Well, there's the dys back. Missed you, buddy, and your song and lyrics are unfamiliar but lovely, cowboy. I went to the archives and found Richard Farina. Odd that I just got through checking all of those who had been killed in or by a car or vehicle crash. Richard having been thrown from the motorcycle was familiar to me, because my first cousin in Richmond suffered the same fate. Another one who I never got to know.



Hope Merry Andrew and Seaglass made it home safely.

Van Morrison

Rave on John Donne, rave on thy Holy fool
Down through the weeks of ages
In the moss borne dark dank pools

Rave on, down through the industrial revolution
Empiricism, atomic and nuclear age
Rave on down through time and space down through the corridors
Rave on words on printed page

Rave on, you left us infinity
And well pressed pages torn to fade
Drive on with wild abandon
Uptempo, frenzied heels

Rave on, Walt Whitman, nose down in wet grass
Rave on fill the senses
On nature's bright green shady path

Rave on Omar Khayyam, Rave on Kahlil Gibran
Oh, what sweet wine we drinketh
The celebration will be held
We will partake the wine and break the Holy bread

Rave on let a man come out of Ireland
Rave on on Mr. Yeats,
Rave on down through the Holy Rosey Cross
Rave on down through theosophy, and the Golden Dawn
Rave on through the writing of "A Vision"
Rave on, Rave on, Rave on, Rave on, Rave on, Rave on

Rave on John Donne, rave on thy Holy fool
Down through the weeks of ages
In the moss borne dark dank pools

Rave on, down though the industrial revolution
Empiricism, atomic and nuclear age

another Van Morrison

We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it
I dont have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when thst fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I dont have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will float into the mystic
Come on girl...

Damn, dys. I love the lyrics to that song. Rave on, Van. Now I understand why you sang Be Thou my Vision.

Also like the lyrics to that other song you played, dys. "We were born before the wind". That man had more talent that I ever suspected and all I have really heard by him is "Moon Dance."

Well it's a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
'Neath the cover of October skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
You know the night's magic
Seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight
Seems to shine in your blush...

Can I just have one a' more moondance with you, my love?
Can I just make some more romance with a' you, my love?

Well I wanna make love to you tonight
I can't wait till the morning has come
And I know now the time is just right
And straight into my arms you will run
And when you come my heart will be waiting
To make sure that you're never alone
There and then all my dreams will come true dear
There and then I will make you my own
And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside
And I know how much you want me that, you can't hide...

Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love?
Can I just make some more romance with you, my love?

Well it's a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
'Neath the cover of October skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
You know the night's magic
Seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight
Seems to shine in your blush...

One more moondance with you.

Back later, folks, with a song called Caravan. Always thought that it was an instrumental, and was surprised to find that it also has lyrics.

Wow! I had forgotten how Moon Dance really swings. Listening to it as we play Caravan.

Both in a minor key, folks.


Tony Bennett

Night and stars above that shine so bright
The myst'ry of their fading light
That shines upon our caravan

Sleep upon my shoulder as we creep
Across the sand so I may keep
The mem'ry of our caravan

This is so exciting
You are so inviting
Resting in my arms
As I thrill to the magic charms

Of you beside me here beneath the blue
My dream of love is coming true
Within our desert caravan!

Batmobile

Fire up the batmobile, 'cause i gotta get outta here
I don't speak the language
And you gave me no real choice
You gave me no real choice
You made me see that my behavior was an opinion
So fire up the batmobile, 'cause i gotta get outta here
It's the mouth of the gift horse, i know
But i gave it my best shot
I gave it my best shot
I gave you the performance of a lifetime

So i hope you all will see
There just isn't a place here for me
I look around and feel like somebody must be f*cking with me
I just can't take any of you seriously
And i can't keep keeping myself company

Fire up the batmobile, 'cause i gotta get outta here
Big shoulders block the view
You can't get your money back
You can't get your money back
You can't pretend that isolation is the same as privilege

So i hope you all will see
There just isn't a place here for me
I look around and feel like somebody must be f*cking with me
I just can't take any of you seriously
And i can't keep keeping myself company

Liz Phair

Well, edgar, I checked out your Liz Phair, and I must say she does rather explicit songs. I thought this one was going to be about Shakespeare. Guess not.

Stratford-On-Guy
Liz Phair


I was flying into Chicago at night
Watching the lake turn the sky into blue-green smoke
The sun was setting to the left of the plane
And the cabin was filled with an unearthly glow
In 27-D, I was behind the wing
Watching landscape roll out like credits on a screen

The earth looked like it was lit from within
Like a poorly assembled electrical ball
As we moved out of the farmlands into the grid
The plan of a city was all that you saw
And all of these people sitting totally still
As the ground raced beneath them, thirty-thousand feet down

It took an hour, maybe a day
But once I really listened the noise just fell away

And I was pretending that I was in a Galaxie 500 video
The stewardess came back and checked on my drink
In the last strings of sunlight, a Brigitte Bardot
As I had on my headphones
Along with those eyes that you get
When your circumstance is movie-size

It took an hour, maybe a day
But once I really listened the noise just fell away

It took an hour, maybe a day
But once I really listened the noise just fell away
But once I really listened the noise just fell away

was the station "off air' for some reason - atmospheric interference (that took some effort to spell :wink: ) ?

LOUIS ARMSTRONG with newport international jazz band

Ah, hbg. We were involved in de-bugging the place.

My next door neighbor-dead now- loved that song and he played drums. Larry O'Neil was a great lawyer and, of course, Irish. Strange, Canada, I was just listening to "Believe me if All Those Endearing Young Charms."

Thomas Moore

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.

letty :
for all those that are irish or wish they were !
btw on my first flight to europe (1961) , when the prop planes weren't cruising at 30,000 feet , i really saw how green ireland is .
even though it was late november , ireland was truly green .
have never visited ireland but will never forget THE GREEN appearing out of the grey atlantic ocean !
hbg

Of course it's green, hbg. That's why they call it the Emerald Isle. :wink:

It was hard on the Irish immigrants, but I am given to understand that the Italians were treated far worse. Perhaps that is why we had the mafia.

Well, this one is for Imur wherever he is, and although Labor Day is winding down, Irish songs fit as they worked as hard as all the others.

Johnny Cash did this version.

f you ever go across the sea to Ireland,
it maybe at the closing of your day,
You will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh,
And see the sun go down on Galway Bay.
Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream,
The women in the meadow making hay.
and to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin,
And watch the barefoot gosoons at their play.

For the breezes blowin' o'er the sea from Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as they blow
And the women in the uplands diggin' praties
Speak a language that the strangers do not know.

Yet the stangers came and tried to teach us their way.
They scorned us just for bein' what we are.
But they might as well go chasing after moon beams,
Or light a penny candle from a star.

And if there's is going to be a life hereafter,
And somehow I am sure there's going to be,
I will ask my God to let me make my heaven,
In that dear land across the Irish sea.

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Strangely enough, Seaglass, I can read your message. Wish I knew what to do to fix your problem.

(Just listening to an old record of Pete Seeger and the Almanac Singers "Talking Union & other Union Songs" in honour of Labour Day.)

seaglass. Thank heavens you and M.A. are home safely. Did you do that message in code, dear lady?

We all had such a wonderful time seeing you and the entire crew at the San Franciso gathering.

Tried to find a Latvian song for you and Andy, but no luck of the Irish.

Oops, missed our Tai Chi. Thanks for the explanation, honey.

Well, I must say goodnight. I have had a very busy day today, but my company has gone back to Orlando.

I have done this one before, but since I love it and it's a perfect goodnight song, folks.

Sigmund Romberg and Paul Francis Webster


Overhead, the moon is beaming
White as blossoms on the bough
Nothing is heard but the song of a bird
Filling all the air with dreaming
Could I hear this song forever
Calling to my heart anew, my Darling
While I drift along forever
Lost in a dream of you

I hear your voice in the wind that stirs the willows
I see your face in the stars that shine above
(Hold me closer, tonight we love)
The willows bending, the stars that shine
The shore lights blending, they're yours and mine
Drifting along, in my heart there's a song
And the song in my heart will not fade
Oh, hear my serenade, my moonlight serenade



Overhead, the moon is beaming
White as blossoms on the bough
Nothing is heard but the song of a bird
Filling all the air with dreaming
Could this beauty last forever
I would ask for nothing more, believe me
Let this night but live forever
Forever and ever more

Goodnight, my friends
From Letty with love

Roxxxxanne came to my rescue. She said that I had my nunlock on, oops I mean numlock.

thank you for your sympathy.

Night

Night, here comes the night,
Another night to dream about you.
Night, each lonely night,
The only time I'm not without you.

Once more, I feel your kisses.
Once more, I know what bliss is.
Comes dawn, my darling, you're gone
But you come back into my arms each night.

Once more, I feel your kisses.
Once more, I know what bliss is.
Comes dawn, my darling, you're gone
But you come back into my arms each night.


Jackie Wilson

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

We certainly are glad that our seaglass is no longer numb.

Thanks, edgar, for the night song by Jackie, and here comes the day with a great one by Sonny Rollins who is still blowing that tenor sax, folks.


Without a song the day would never end.
Without a song the road could never bend
Without a song a man ain't got a friend
Without a Song

That field of corn would never see a plow.
That field of corn would be deserted now.
A man is born but he's no good nohow
Without a Song.

I got my troubles and woes
But sure as I know
the Jordon will roll
I'll get along
As long as my song
Is strong in my soul.

I'll never know what makes the leaves to fall.
I'll never know what makes the grass so tall
I only know there ain't no love at all
Without a song.

Dick York
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Birth name Richard Allen York
Born September 4, 1928(1928-09-04)
Fort Wayne, Indiana, U.S.
Died February 20, 1992 (aged 63)
Grand Rapids, Michigan, U.S.

Dick York (September 4, 1928 - February 20, 1992) was an American actor in radio, Broadway stage, and television.

Born Richard Allen York in Fort Wayne, Indiana, York grew up in Chicago, where a Catholic nun first recognized his vocal promise. He began his career at age 15 as the star of the CBS radio program That Brewster Boy. He also appeared in hundreds of other radio shows and instructional films before heading to New York City, where he acted on Broadway in Tea and Sympathy and Bus Stop. He performed with stars including Paul Muni and Joanne Woodward in live television broadcasts and with Janet Leigh, Jack Lemmon, and Gary Cooper in movies, including My Sister Eileen, Operation Mad Ball, Cowboy, and They Came to Cordura. He played the role of Bertram Cates, the young teacher charged with teaching the theory of evolution, in the 1960 classic Inherit the Wind starring Spencer Tracy, Fredric March, and Gene Kelly. He went on to star with Kelly in the television comedy/drama Going My Way and to appear in dozens of episodes of now-classic TV shows, including Alfred Hitchcock Presents, Wagon Train, The Twilight Zone, and Route 66.

York is best known as the first actor to play Darrin Stephens in the 1960s sitcom Bewitched. The show was a huge success and York was nominated for an Emmy in 1968, but a debilitating back injury he had suffered on the set of They Came to Cordura caused him increasing pain, and led to his addiction to painkillers. During the fifth season on the sitcom, he collapsed on the Bewitched set and was rushed to a hospital. From his hospital bed he resigned from the show to devote himself to recovery. For the 1969-70 season, he was replaced in the TV series by actor Dick Sargent, who held the role until the series ended in 1972.


York with Bewitched co-star Elizabeth Montgomery (1964).As he battled his back pain, York gained 150 pounds and lost most of his teeth. He and wife Joan supported themselves by cleaning an apartment house they owned until they fell on further hard times and lost the building. As York related in his posthumously-published memoir, The Seesaw Girl and Me, it took him many more years to regain an interest in acting and to try to revive his career. He lost the weight he had gained and appeared on several prime-time TV shows including Simon and Simon and Fantasy Island.

York spent his final years battling emphysema. Ultimately bedridden in a trailer in Rockford, Michigan, he founded Acting for Life, a private fund raising effort to help the homeless. Using his telephone as his pulpit, York motivated politicians, business people, and regular folk to contribute supplies and money. York is buried in Plainfield Cemetery in Rockford, Michigan.

Mitzi Gaynor
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Born 4 September 1931(1931-09-04)
Chicago, Illinois, U.S.

Mitzi Gaynor (born September 4, 1931 in Chicago, Illinois, although some sources indicate 1930) is an American actress, singer, and dancer.

Her birth name was either Francesca Marlene de Czanyi von Gerber or Francesca Marlene de Charney von Gerber, as sources differ.





Career

Gaynor trained as a ballerina as a child and began her career as a chorus dancer. She sang, acted and danced in a number of film musicals, often paired with some of the biggest male musical stars.

Notable early roles included There's No Business Like Show Business (1954) which featured Irving Berlin's music and also starred Ethel Merman, Dan Dailey, Marilyn Monroe, Donald O'Connor, and Johnnie Ray.

She also appeared in Les Girls (1957, directed by George Cukor) with Gene Kelly and Kay Kendall, and the remake of Anything Goes (1956), co-starring Bing Crosby, Donald O'Connor, and Zizi Jeanmaire, loosely based on the musical by Cole Porter, P.G. Wodehouse and Guy Bolton.

Gaynor's biggest international fame came from her starring role as Ensign Nellie Forbush in the film version of Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein II's South Pacific, one of the most financially successful musicals of all time, although it was largely panned by critics. For her performance, she was nominated for a Golden Globe Award for best actress.

She made films with many other well-known stars, including Ginger Rogers, Frank Sinatra, David Niven, Dan Dailey, Betty Grable and Oscar Levant. She made her last film to date in the early 1960s. One of her last films was the United Kingdom production Surprise Package (1960), a musical comedy thriller directed by Stanley Donen. Her co-stars were Yul Brynner and Noel Coward. The film had a theme song by Jimmy Van Heusen and Sammy Cahn.

Following her film work, the petite Gaynor remained a popular favorite. She often performed songs at Academy Awards ceremonies. At the 1967 ceremony, she sang the theme from the film Georgy Girl. Gaynor later added the number to her concert repetoire. Througout the 1960s and 70's Gaynor starred in nine acclaimed television specials which garnered 16 Emmy Nominations.

Gaynor also recorded two albums for the Verve label - one called Mitzi, and the second called Mitzi Gaynor Sings the Lyrics of Ira Gershwin. It is estimated that she earned more from the record royalties on the South Pacific soundtrack album than her salary for the movie.

She also recorded the title song from her film, Happy Anniversary for the Top Rank label.

For several decades, Mitzi Gaynor was a top attraction in Las Vegas and at nightclub and concert venues throughout the Unites States and Canada. During the 1990s, Gaynor also became a featured columnist for the influential newsmagazine The Hollywood Reporter.

On October 14, 2006, the NY Alumni "adopted" Gaynor as an official "New Yorker" at Beverly Hills High School in California. New York City Mayor Michael Bloomberg issued a proclamation paying tribute to her distinguished career as a singer, dancer, actress and writer [1].

On December 4th, 2006, Jack Bean, Gaynor's husband of 52 years, died of pneumonia in the couple's Beverly Hills home. Bean helped guide Gaynor's career as her talent agent, most notably fighting to secure her role in South Pacific.

On April 10, 2007 Gaynor was honored by the Museum of Television & Radio in Los Angeles with a special evening celebrating her acclaimed television specials of the 1960s and 70's. The sold-out event, Mitzi Gaynor Razzle-Dazzle!:The Special Years, featured a screening followed by a panel discussion with Gaynor, designer Bob Mackie and director/choreographer Tony Charmoli. In conjunction with the event, the Museum also featured a month-long gallery exhibit, Mitzi By Mackie, featuring Bob Mackie's Emmy-winning costumes from her specials along with a selection of costumes from Gaynor's legendary stage shows and concert appearances.

Gaynor is currently at work on a DVD box set of her television specials.