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Harry Belafonte and Miriam Makeba recorded this on an album of all African songs. I read an explanation of the lyrics at one time, but no longer recall.


Bamotsweri


Yo Bamotsweri Ngwanamalu me
Yo Bamotsweri Asi na pasa una tsw a haye
Haye maseru una satsebe
Kanto tsagauteng Bamotswara
Bamoken ya di tsepe
Bamoakgela hara se tokisi
Asa tsebe Nto tsa mona gauteng
Bamotswara ngwana malume
Bamotswara ngwana malume

Spike Jones & his City Slickers (vocal: Paul Judson & Paul Frees) - 1947



My old flame
I can't even think of her name
But it's funny now and then
How my thoughts go flashing back again
To my old flame

I've met so many who had fascinating ways
A fascinating gaze in their eyes
Some who took me up to the skies
But their attempts at love
Were only imitations of

My old flame
I can't even think of her name
But I'll never be the same
Until I discover what became
Of my old flame

(In the voice of Peter Lorre)
My old flame
I can't even think of her name
(I'll have to look through my collection of human heads)
But it's funny now and then
How my thoughts go flashing back again
To my old flame

My old flame
My - my new lovers all seem so tame
(They won't even let me strangle them!)
For I haven't met a girl
So magnificent or elegant
As my old flame

I've met so many who had fascinating ways
A fascinating gaze in their eye
(I saw this eye! So I remove the other eye,
that eye that kept winking and blinking at other men!)
Some who took me up to the skies
But their attempts at love
Were only imitations of

My old flame
I can't even think of her name
What was - what was her name?
(Doris, Laura, Chloe, Mannie, Moe, Jack?
No, it couldn't have been Moe...
I can't stand it, I tell you! This is driving me sane!)
She would always treat me mean
So I poured a can of gasoline
And struck a match to...
My old flame

edgar, I am fascinated with the song Bomatsweri. Wish you could find the interpretation, Texas.

Just read where 3,000 workers are trapped in South African mine.

Remember this one by Toto?


I hear the drums echoing tonight
But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation
Shes coming in 12:30 flight
The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation
I stopped an old man along the way
Hoping to find some long forgotten words or ancient melodies
He turned to me as if to say, hurry boy, its waiting there for you

Chorus:
Its gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
Theres nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do whats right
Sure as kilimanjaro rises like olympus above the serengeti
I seek to cure whats deep inside, frightened of this thing that Ive become

Chorus

(instrumental break)

Hurry boy, shes waiting there for you

Its gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
Theres nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in africa, I bless the rains down in africa
I bless the rains down in africa, I bless the rains down in africa
I bless the rains down in africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had.

Incidentally, Thanks for the laugh from Spike. We needed that.

Under African Skies
Paul Simon

Joseph's face was black as night
The pale yellow moon shone in his eyes
His path was marked
By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere
And he walked his days
Under African skies
This is the story of how we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain

In early memory
Mission music
Was ringing 'round my nursery door
I said take this child, Lord
From Tucson Arizona
Give her the wings to fly through harmony
And she won't bother you no more

This is the story of how we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain

Joseph's face was as black as the night
And the pale yellow moon shone in his eyes
His path was marked
By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere
And he walked the length of his days
Under African skies

It's Nearly Africa
XTC

Chant your spirit free;
Rush to greet truth like a dart
Shake your bag o'bones,
Shake your bag o'bones.
That's not traffic roar,
That's a leopard in your heart,
Shake your bag o'bones,
Shake your bag o'bones.

Go tell your stale friends,
go tell false prophets,
And drug traffickers,
Not to try to push our bodies any faster
We're dancing with disaster,
And the first will be the last,
It's nearly Africa,
Oh-oh,
It's nearly Africa,
Oh-oh,

Any day now,
Any day, now now

Unplug future plans;
Finger-paint the sun on you,
Shake your bag o'bones,
Shake your bag o'bones,
Mend your missing links,
I think trust should be the glue,
Shake your bag o'bones,
Shake your bag o'bones,

Go tell your warboys,
Go tell all leeches,
And blind panickers,
Not to try to push your bodies any faster,
We're dancing with disaster,
And the first will be the last,
It's nearly Africa,
Oh-oh,
It's nearly Africa,
Oh-oh,

Any day, now
Any day, now now

Our civilisation car is running wild,
Who did you give the wheel to?
The fat man driving us over the edge of the nearest cliff-face,
Is he the same god that I've seen you kneel to?

dj, you still amaze me with the repertoire of songs that you can play on any given theme. I really like the Paul Simon lyrics, Canada. Thank you, honey.

Well, folks, it's time for me to sleep, and I think about this song that I love so much.

For all those who are ill and for those who are apprehensive, listen to Johnny Mercer.

Skylark
Have you anything to say to me
Won't you tell me where my love can be
Is there a meadow in the mist
Where someone's waiting to be kissed

Oh skylark
Have you seen a valley green with spring
Where my heart can go a-journeying
Over the shadows and the rain
To a blossom-covered lane

And in your lonely flight
Haven't you heard the music in the night
Wonderful music
Faint as a will o' the wisp
Crazy as a loon
Sad as a gypsy serenading the moon

Oh skylark
I don't know if you can find these things
But my heart is riding on your wings
So if you see them anywhere
Won't you lead me there
Oh skylark
Won't you lead me there

Goodnight, my friends

From Letty with love

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors. Great news, all. Most of the gold miners who were trapped in the South African mine have been rescued.

In looking through our forum, I find that the categories to avoid are politics and religion. Why? Because no one can resolve anything. Much better to talk of cabbages and kings and ceiling wax.

From the pen of a wondrous poet, let's begin the day with this.

Ozymandias
by Percy Bysshe Shelley

I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Just One Time
Don Gibson
(Don Gibson)

If I could see you just one time
Oh, how it'd ease my troubled mind
If I could hold you just one time
And then pretend that you're still mine

Lips that used to thrill me so
They now thrill someone else I know
Gone is the love that once was mine
Wish I could see you just one time

Oh, oh, oh, oh I miss you so
Oh, I need you so
Id, Id, Id give this heart of mine
If I could see you just one time

Wish I could relive just one time
Turn back the pages and there I'd find
That same old love that once was mine
Wish I could see you just one time

Oh, oh, oh, oh I miss you so
Oh, I need you so
Id, Id, Id give this heart of mine
If I could see you just one time
Mmmm...
FADE:
Mmmm...

Morning, edgar. What happened to your "graveyard ghost"?



Don't know him, Texas, but I do love this brief song by him and many others.

Dear one the world is waiting for the sunrise
Every road is heavy heavy with dew
The crush on high his sleepy mate is calling
And my heart is calling you

You may not know Don, but you certainly know his songs. I Can't Stop Loving You (Ray Charles) for instance.

Ghosts have a way of coming and going.

Sure do, edgar. Hmmmm, it seems that ghosts and T.S. Eliot have something in common.

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question . . .
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
I don't think that we pronounce "Michael" as it sounds, but as Mikel rhyming with nickel

There's a high flyin' bird, flying way up in the sky,
And I wonder if she looks down, as she goes on by?
Well, she's flying so freely in the sky.

Lord, look at me here,
I'm rooted like a tree here,
Got those sit-down,
can't cry Oh Lord, gonna die blues.

Now the sun it comes up and lights up the day,
And when he gets tired, Lord, he goes on down his way,
To the east and to the west,
He meets God every day.

Lord, look at me here,
I'm rooted like a tree here,
Got those sit-down, can't cry
Oh Lord, gonna die blues.

Now I had a woman
Lord, she lived down by the mine,
She ain't never seen the sun,
Oh Lord, never stopped crying.

Then one day my woman up and died,
Lord, she up and died now.
Oh Lord, she up and died now.
She wanted to die,
And the only way to fly is die, die, die.

There's a high flyin' bird, flying way up in the sky,
And I wonder if she looks down as she goes on by?
Well, she's flying so freely in the sky.

Lord, look at me here,
I'm rooted like a tree here,
Got those sit-down, can't cry,
Oh, Lord, gonna die blues.

Welcome back, dys. Strange. I was thinking about someone who carved my name on a tree in a heart with an arrow through it. Your tree, bird, and blues made me think of it.

There's a tree in the meadow
With a stream drifting by
And carved upon that tree I see
"I love you till I die"
I will always remember
The love in your eye
The day you carved upon that tree
"I love you till I die"

But further on down lovers' lane
A silhouette I see
I know you're kissing someone else
I wish that it were me

By that tree in the meadow
My thoughts always lie
And wherever you go, you'll always know
I love you till I die

Judy Henske (born 20 December 1942, Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin) is an American singer and songwriter, once known as "the Queen of the Beatniks".

She moved to California in the early 1960s, singing in coffee houses in San Diego and Los Angeles, and working with the likes of Lenny Bruce. Moving on to Oklahoma, she worked with ex-Kingston Trio member Dave Guard and the Whiskeyhill Singers, recording an album. Henske got a big boost when given a solo guest shot on ABC-TV's Hootenanny, and was signed as a series regular on The Judy Garland Show. Henske was quickly dropped, however, after critics panned her and accused CBS of a cynical attempt to lure younger viewers to Garland's show.

After they disbanded she returned to Hollywood, gaining the attention of Jac Holzman and Elektra Records, for whom she made three solo albums. The first of these highlighted her offbeat humour in her live performances; the second featured the song High Flying Bird, a minor hit later covered by many bands of the era including Jefferson Airplane. During this time she worked extensively as a solo singer in New York, working among others with Woody Allen, with whom she had a relationship. There was speculation that the character Annie Hall, born in Chippewa Falls, was partly inspired by Henske, although longtime love interest Diane Keaton, born Diane Hall, was also a prototype for the character.

After a failed attempt in the mid-60s by Mercury Records to present her as an all-round entertainer, she returned in 1969 with her husband Jerry Yester (previously of The Lovin' Spoonful), making the remarkable baroque / psychedelic folk album Farewell Aldebaran for Frank Zappa's Straight Records. The pair then formed a band, Rosebud, making a further album before they separated and Henske returned to domestic life with new husband, musician Craig Doerge.

Well, dys. I could not find one song by Judy Henske, and Frank Zappa was a no no. Thanks for the background, however, as well as her High Flying Bird music.

I did see that she recorded a tune called "Til the Real Thing Comes Along", but no luck there, so we'll have to listen to Rod Stewart's version of....

Until The Real Thing Comes Along

I'd work for you, I'd even slave for you
I'd be a beggar or a knave for you
If that isn't love, it'll have to do
Until the real thing comes along

I'd gladly move the earth for you
To prove my love, dear, and it's worth for you
If that isn't love, it'll have to do
Until the real thing comes along

With all the words, dear, at my command
I just can't make you understand
I'll always love you, darling, come what may
My heart is yours, what more can I say?

I'd sigh for you, I'd cry for you
I'd tear the stars down from the skies for you
If that isn't love, it'll have to do
Until the real thing comes along

With all the words, dear, at my command
I just can't make you understand
I'll always love you, baby, come what may
My heart is yours, what more can I say?

I'd lie for you, I'll cry for you
I'd lay my body down and die for you
But if that isn't love, it's gonna have to do
Until the real thing comes along
Until the real thing comes along

How about a Happy 61st to Susan Sarandon; 58th to Armand Assante and 31st to Alicia Silverstone!

How about a Happy 61st to Susan Sarandon; 58th to Armand Assante and 31st to Alicia Silverstone!

How about a Happy 61st to Susan Sarandon; 58th to Armand Assante and 31st to Alicia Silverstone!

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Yikes! Sorry about that, however, I don't think it's my fault.