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Bobby Darin version

Roses are shining in Picardy

In the hush of the silvery dew

The roses are flowering in Picardy

But there's never a rose like you.



And the roses will die with the summertime

And our roads may be so far apart

But there's one rose that dies not in Picardy

That's the rose that I keep in my heart.



And the roses are gonna die with the summertime

And our roads may be so far apart

Ahhh … but there's one rose that dies not in Picardy

That's the rose …

That I keep …

Locked up in my heart!

edgar, I love that song, and in trying to locate the verses with which I was familiar, I came across this very interesting observation.



Oh Danny joy!
From the Swindon Advertiser, first published Saturday 25th Aug 2001.

A CURIOUS slip of paper coming up for auction could provide a solution to a decades-old mystery surrounding Danny Boy ­ the popular Irish song.
Danny Boy is perhaps the best known Irish song of all.
But the sentimental words have nothing to do with Ireland.
They were in fact penned in about 1910 by a London lawyer named Fred E Weatherley.
And ever since he wrote the two-verse song, there has been a worldwide debate as to whether there is a dark significance and inner meaning to his words.

Wiltshire Co. U.K.

Speaking of roses, folks, I also found this info from an Irishman. Sir Thomas More who wrote "Believe me if All Those Endearing Young Charms", also wrote this one

Sarah Brightman - The last rose of summer

'Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions are faded and gone;
No flow'r of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.

I'll not leave thee, thou lone one,
To pine on the stem;
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go, sleep thou with them;
Thus kindly I scatter
Thy leaves o'er the bed
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.

So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
And from love's shining circle
The gems drop away!
When true hearts lie wither'd,
And fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?

In my Golden Age of Radio series of contributions, I offer a bio of one of my favorite personalities: William Conrad.

Conrad was born in Louisville, Kentucky. Starting work in radio in the late 1930s in California, Conrad went on to serve as a fighter pilot in World War II. He returned to the airwaves after the war, going on to accumulate over 7,000 roles in radio by his own estimate.

Conrad's deep, resonant voice led to a number of noteworthy roles in radio drama, most prominently his originating the role of Marshal Matt Dillon on the Western program Gunsmoke from 1952-61. He was considered for the role when the series was brought to television in 1955, but his increasing obesity led to the casting of James Arness. Other series to which Conrad contributed his talents included Escape, Suspense and The Damon Runyon Theater. One particularly memorable radio piece was the 1957 CBS Radio Workshop broadcast "Epitaphs," an adaptation of the Edgar Lee Masters poetry volume Spoon River Anthology; Conrad both directed and narrated the production.

Among Conrad's various film roles, where he was usually cast as threatening figures, perhaps his most notable role was his first credited one, as one of the gunmen sent to eliminate Burt Lancaster in the 1946 film The Killers. He also appeared in Body and Soul (1947), Sorry, Wrong Number, Joan of Arc (both 1948), The Naked Jungle (1954) and "Johnny Concho" (1956). .

Moving to television in the 1960s, his first decade in the medium was largely marked by a return to voice work (most notably as narrator of The Fugitive from 1963-67) and the direction of Brainstorm in 1965; he narrated the animated Bullwinkle series from 1959-64 (as "Bill Conrad"), and later performed the role of Denethor in the 1980 animated TV version of J. R. R. Tolkien's The Return of the King. But the 1970s saw him starring onscreen in the first of three detective series which would bring him an added measure of renown, Cannon, which ran from 1971-76. He later starred in both Nero Wolfe (1981) and Jake and the Fatman (1987-92). He was also a notable director of suspense and action dramas, in TV series and occasional movies.

Conrad had one son, Christopher, with wife Susie. On February 11, 1994, Conrad died from congestive heart failure in Los Angeles, California and is interred at Forest Lawn, Hollywood Hills Cemetery in the Lincoln Terrace, Plot Number 4448.

Conrad was elected to the Radio Hall of Fame in 1997.

Ah, yes, edgar. Raggedy show us his picture, and now I remember him.

Time for me to say goodnight, folks, and I'll see you in the morning light.

My goodnight song:

A Sleepin' Bee
Artist: Maureen McGovern
Album: Out of This World


When you're in love and you are wonderin'
If he really is the one,
There's an ancient sign sure to tell you
If your search is over and done

Catch a bee and if he don't sting you,
You're in a spell that's just begun
It's a guarantee 'til the end of time
Your true love you have won, have won

When a bee lies sleepin'
In the palm of your hand,
You're bewitched and deep in
Love's long looked after land

Where you'll see a sun-up sky
With a mornin' dew
And where the days go laughin' by
As love comes a-callin' on you

Sleep on, bee, don't waken
Can't believe what just passed
He's mine for the takin'
I'm so happy at last

Maybe I dreams, but he seems
Sweet golden as a crown

A sleepin' bee done told me
I'll walk with my feet off the ground
When my one true love
I has found, has found

Goodnight, my friends
From Letty with love

You have something, money can't buy; CLASS!

Good Morning WA2K.

Since I'm going to be away most of the day, I won't be able to follow up on Bob's bios, but I couldn't leave without posting a picture of the tenor who brought me so much enjoyment. Loved that man's voice.

Luciano Pavarotti, Cavaliere di Gran Croce OMRI[1] (October 12, 1935 - September 6, 2007)



Have a great day!

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

First allow me to thank teenyboone for the gracious comment. What a wonderful way to start the day, dear, and it's nice to be appreciated.

My goodness, our Raggedy must have a long day ahead. (so do I, unfortunately). Thanks, puppy, for Pavarotti. As we have often commented those Italians have marvelous pipes. (jazz for vocal chords)

edgar, I really never learned to appreciate Bobby Darin until I heard his song adapted from Three Penny Opera and "Beyond the Sea". Thanks, Texas.

Well, today is Columbus Day in America, so let's hear a cute song in honor of the man who proved that the world was round and discovered Hispaniola.

Columbus' Song
Tune: Yankee Doodle

In fourteen hundred and ninety two,
Columbus sailed from Spain,
With three ships and eighty men,
Across the bounding main.

chorus:
"Sail on," he said, "Sail on and on,
There's nothing you should dread.
We'll find the new world soon, I'm sure.
Just think of what's ahead."

Columbus was a sailor fine,
He knew his navigation,
And even though his men were scared,
He was their inspiration.

(chorus)

"Don't be frightened men," he said.
"Just think what's on the shore.
Silks and spices, jewels and gold,
What sights there are in store."

(chorus)

All night long he kept his watch.
The ship tossed to and fro
And when the light of dawn appeared,
The first mate yelled, "Land ho!"

(chorus)

Hmmm, folks, One of our reporters spotted the pup and the hawk fooling around with a snake. That's probably why we won't be seeing them today.

Happy Birthday to Hugh Jackman.



Birth Name
Hugh Michael Jackman

Height
6' 2½" (1.89 m)

Mini Biography
Born in Sydney of English parentage, and the youngest of 5 children, Jackman has a Communications degree with a journalism major from the University of Technology Sydney. After graduating, he pursued drama at the Western Australian Academy of Performing Arts, immediately after which he was offered a starring role in the ABC TV prison drama "Correlli" (1995), opposite his future wife Deborra-Lee Furness. Several TV guest roles followed, as an actor and variety compere. An accomplished singer, Jackman has starred as Gaston in the Australian production of Beauty and the Beast. He appeared as Joe Gillis in the Australian production of Sunset Boulevard. In 1998, he was cast as Curly in the Royal National Theatre's production of Trevor Nunn's Oklahoma. Jackman has made two feature films, the second of which, Erskineville Kings (1999), garnered him an Australian Film Institute nomination for Best Actor in 1999. Recently, he won the part of Logan/Wolverine in the Bryan Singer- directed comic book movie X-Men (2000). In his spare time, Hugh plays piano, golf and guitar and likes to windsurf.

Back later with Hugh's music.

Great song from Hugh....

When trumpets were mellow
And ev'ry gal only had one fellow
No need to remember when
'Cause ev'ry thing old is new again

(Dancin' at) Your Long Island Jazz Age parties
Waiter, bring us more Bacardis
We'll order now what they ordered then
'Cause ev'ry thing old is new again

Get out your white suit, your tap shoes and tails
Let's go backwards when all else(forward) fails
And movie stars you thought were long dead
Now are framed beside your bed

Don't throw the past away
You might need it some rainy day
Dreams can come true again
When ev'ry thing old is new again

Get out your white suit, your tap shoes and tails
Put it in backward when forward fails
But leave Greta Garbo alone
Be a movie star on your own

And don't throw the past away
You might need it some rainy day
Dreams can come true again
When ev'ry thing old is new again

I might fall in love with you again

here's a song that's new to me .
apparently it was on louis armstrong's list of his songs .
nice tune , i think .
hbg

(and wishing you all a happy weekend !)

Hello, hello, Canadian brother. <smile> Don't know that one by Louis, but thanks for the great lyrics, hbg.

My, my, folks, it's been one of those days. Had a wonderful conversation with a young Italian named Nick. Although he was here to sell me some insurance, it ended up being fun.

So, Let's do one by Pavorotti that is a classic, but not necessarily classical.

Italian version

Funiculi, Funicula

Aieressera, oì nè, me ne sagliette,
tu saie addò?
Addò 'stu core 'ngrato cchiù dispietto farme nun pò!
Addò lo fuoco coce, ma si fuie
te lassa sta!
E nun te corre appriesso, nun te struie, 'ncielo a guardà!...
Jammo 'ncoppa, jammo jà,
funiculì, funiculà!

Nè... jammo da la terra a la montagna! no passo nc'è!
Se vede Francia, Proceta e la Spagna...
Io veco a tte!
Tirato co la fune, ditto 'nfatto,
'ncielo se va..
Se va comm' 'à lu viento a l'intrasatto, guè, saglie sà!
Jammo 'ncoppa, jammo jà,
funiculì, funiculà!

Se n' 'è sagliuta, oì nè, se n' 'è sagliuta la capa già!
È gghiuta, pò è turnata, pò è venuta...
sta sempe ccà!
La capa vota, vota, attuorno, attuorno,
attuorno a tte!
Sto core canta sempe
nu taluorno
Sposammo, oì nè!
Jammo 'ncoppa, jammo jà,
funiculì, funiculà!

English Version

Do you know where I got on, yesterday evening, baby?
Where this ungrateful heart can't be spiteful to me more!
Where the fire burns, but if you
run away it let you go!
And it doesn't run after you,
doesn't tire you, looking at sky!...
Let go on, let go, let go,
funiculi', funicula'!

We go from the ground to the
mountain, baby! Without walking!
You can see France, Procida and
Spain...
I see you!
Pulled by a rope, no sooner said
than done, we go to the skies..
We go like the wind all of a sudden, go up, go up!
Let go on, let go, let go,
funiculi', funicula'!

The head has already got on,
baby, got on!
It has gone, then returned, then
come...
It is still here!
The head turns, turns, around,
around,
around you!
This heart always sings one of these days Get married to me, baby!
Let go on, let go, let go,
funiculi', funicula'!

Goman Nasai, Hiroyuki Sanada. Even though it's your birthday, I cannot find a song by you; just the movie, Twilight of the Sumurai.

Great looking guy, ain't he.

Pencil Thin Mustache
By: Jimmy Buffett
1974
Now they make new movies in old black and white
With happy endings, where nobody fights
So if you find yourself in that nostalgic rage
Honey, jump right up and show your age

Chorus:
I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
The "Boston Blackie" kind
A two toned Ricky Ricardo jacket
And an autographed picture of Andy Devine

I remember bein' buck-toothed and skinny
Writin' fan letters to Sky's niece Penny
Oh I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
Then I could solve some mysteries too

Then it's Bandstand, Disneyland, growin' up fast
Drinkin' on a fake I.D.
Yeah, and Rama of the jungle was everyone's Bawana
But only jazz musicians were smokin' marijuana
Yeah, I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
Then I could solve some mysteries too

Then it's flat top, dirty bob, coppin' a feel
Grubbin' on the livin' room floor (so sore)
Yeah, they send you off to college, try to gain a little knowledge,
But all you want to do is learn how to score

Yeah, but now I'm gettin' old, don't wear underwear
I don't go to church and I don't cut my hair
But I can go to movies and see it all there
Just the way that it used to be

Chorus:
That's why I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
The "Boston Blackie" kind
A two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket
And an autographed picture of Andy Devine

Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be
Maybe suave Errol Flynn or the Sheik of Araby
If I only had a pencil thin mustache
Then I could do some cruisin' too

Coda:
Yeah, Bryl-cream, a little dab'll do yah
Oh, I could do some cruisin' too

Way to go, S.G. Let's hear it for J.B. That song is fabulous, buddy. Love it!

(unfortunately I know most of his references. UhOh)



Here's one by that Florida guy, and it incorporates a couple of cultures


Artist: Jimmy Buffett
Autour du rocher


Jimmy Buffett, Henri Ledee, Leon Ledee, Marcel Limodin, Jean-Jacques Kraif

Mes amis nous allons quelque part dont tout
le monde
Se rappelle d'un endroit ou l'herbe etait
toujours verte
Et la fete ne s'arretait jamais
A autour du rocher

This a a little tale about a hotel in the Caribbean.
Well it wasn't really a hotel, it was a patio
bar with funky rooms and an outdoor disco
with bad wiring. Some people said if you looked
between the cracks of the floorboards of our
dance floor you would see Hell. If you ever
went there, you would know what I'm talking
about. If you never had, then we
thought we'd send you a little musical souvenir.

Some say it was a planet
Some say it was a rock
For five wild years in L"Orient
The party never stopped

There were pirates from the Indies
There were models from Paris
There were locals and New Yorkers
And the Brazilian Navy

By mini-moke and scooters
In cabs and stolen cars
Came the creatures of the evening
From St. Martin and from Mars

Alors, Alors, Alors, Alors alors come on, come on
Vien faire un tour autour du rocher
On croisera les fantomes du passe
Viens faire un tour autour du rocher
Sur les souvenirs l'herbe a poussee

Girl at the pool table
puts on a show for free
They were bivouacked in the bathroom
By the hot tub near the sea

Every night at midnight
Seems the devil took control
And the hill became a parking lot
Fueled by rock 'n' roll

They were talking by the cannon
But I couldn't believe my ears
The Russian had plutonium
The sailor wanted beers

They shook hands in the moonlight
And broke out a big cigar
Just business as usual
Beneath the tropic stars

Alors(come on) alors (let's go) alors
Vien faire in tour autour du rocher
On croisera les fantomes du pass'e
Viens faire un tour autour du richer
Sur les souvinirs l'herbe a poussee

It was better than a painting
At le Musee de Beaux Arts
And simply what we did for fun
Back in the old St. Barts

Then the glitz and all the glamour
Hit like a hurricane
Or maybe we just all grew up
But it never was the same

The gendarmes finally closed the joint
And the fire it did the rest
But on New Year's Eve of '91
We sang the last request

We were dancing in the ashes
We were dancing in the sea
We were dancing in the ruins
Where we left our memories
Come on let's go alors
Vien faire un tour autour du rocher
On croisera les fantomes du pass'e
Viens faire un tour autour du rocher
Sur les souvinirs l'herbe a poussee

Alors. Alors, Alors, Alors
Vien faire un tour autour du rocher
On croisera les fantomes du pass'e
Viens faire untour autour du rocher
Sur les souvenirs l'herbe a poussee


Now I think I'll turn in with a grin.

From Letty with love

You're the reason I'm living

You're the breath that I take

You're the stars in my heaven

You're the sun when I wake


You're the reason I'm living

Oh you carry me through

All of life's little burdens

I'd be lost without you



A long long time ago

When I was down

Wo-o-o you picked me up

And showed me true love

Still could be found



You're the reason I do things

You're the things that I do

You're the reason I'm livin

I'd be lost without you



Come and tell me again

You're the reason I'm living

Oh you carry me through

All of life's little burdens

I'd be lost without you

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

"...up all night I could not sleep..." Alas, I know how that feels without the lyrics.

edgar, thanks for the song that reminds us that we need someone to give meaning to our lives.

Here's a perfect poem for the October dawn.

"A Letter in October"

Dawn comes later and later now,
and I, who only a month ago
could sit with coffee every morning
watching the light walk down the hill
to the edge of the pond and place
a doe there, shyly drinking,

then see the light step out upon
the water, sowing reflections
to either side -- a garden
of trees that grew as if by magic --
now see no more than my face,
mirrored by darkness, pale and odd,

startled by time. While I slept,
night in its thick winder jacket
bridled the doe with a twist
of wet leaves and led her away,
then brought its black horse with harness
that creaked like a cricket, and turned

the water garden under. I woke,
and at the waiting window found
the curtains open to my open face;
beyond me, darkness. And I,
who only wished to keep looking out,
must now keep looking in.

--Ted Kooser

Good Morning WA2K and a Happy 66th Birthday to Paul Simon.



The Sounds of Silence

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.
"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.

Thanks, Raggedy. Great duo, and one that has made many hit songs. I like that one especially.

This one is a bit different, folks. I thought of it when Deb showed a map of Oceania. Wonder if there is a connection?

Oceana Roll

Billy McCoy
Was a musical boy
On the cruiser Alabama
He was there at that piana
Like a fish down in the sea
He would rattle off some harmony,
Ev'ry night out on the ocean
He would get that raggy notion
Start that syncopated motion lovingly,
No one could sleep
Way out there on the deep
When Billy cut loose out at sea.

[Refrain]
Each fish and worm
Begins to twist and squirm
The ship goes in a dip
And does a corkscrew turn,
You see that smoke so black
Sneak from that old smokestack?
It's floatin' right to heaven
And it won't come back.
Now here and there
You'll see a stool and chair
A-slippin' round the cabin
Sayin' "I don't care!"
Then the hammock starts a-swingin'
And the bell begins a-ringin'
While he's sittin' at that piana
There on the Alabama
Playin' the Oceana Roll!

England or Spain
It was always the same
He'd be there at that piana
On the cruiser Alabama
Ev'ry morning, noon and night
He would keep it up with all his might,
Ev'ry time he'd start a-playin'
All the boys would start a-swayin'
Ev'ry one would keep on sayin' "Don't you stop!"
Sailors take care
Oh, sailors beware
For Bill will play on 'til you drop!

(Repeat Refrain)

Paul Simon

They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town
with political connections to spread his wealth around
born into society a banker's only child
He had everything a man could want power, grace and style
But I work in his factory and I curse the life I'am living
and I curse my poverty and I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be Oh I wish that I could be Richard Cory

The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes
Richard Cory at the opera Richard Cory at a show
and the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yatch
oh he surely must be happy with everything he's got
But I work in his factory and I curse the life I am living
and I curse my poverty and I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be Oh I wish that I could be Richard Cory

He freely gave to charity he had the common touch
and they were greatfull for his patronage and they thanked him very much
so my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read
Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head
But I work in his factory and I curse the life I'am living
and I curse my poverty and I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be Oh I wish that I could be Richard Cory