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hey, edgar. Love that one as well since it is adapted from one of my favorite poets, E.A.Robinson.

Here's to you MR. ROBINSON

Amaryllis


Once, when I wandered in the woods alone,
An old man tottered up to me and said,
"Come, friend, and see the grave that I have made
For Amaryllis." There was in the tone
Of his complaint such quaver and such moan
That I took pity on him and obeyed,
And long stood looking where his hands had laid
An ancient woman, shrunk to skin and bone.

Far out beyond the forest I could hear
The calling of loud progress, and the bold
Incessant scream of commerce ringing clear;
But though the trumpets of the world were glad,
It made me lonely and it made me sad
To think that Amaryllis had grown old.

And now, for something completely different . . .

An old country classic ! ! !

Why don't you love me like a worn-out shoe
Why do you treat me like you used to do
My eyes are still curly
And my hair is still blue
Why don't you love me like you used to do?

Thanks . . . thanks, folks . . . i'll be here all week . . .

My God. I don't believe it. Here's Setanta appearing on our wee radio station. Hey, Irish. You got those lyrics wrong. You know that I know Hank.

Well, Why Don't You Love Me like you used to do
How come you treat me like a worn out shoe
My hair's still curly and my eyes are still blue
Why Don't You Love Me Like You Used To Do.

Ain't had no lovin' like a huggin' and a kissin'
in a long, long while
We don't get nearer or further or closer
than a country mile;

Why don't you spark me like you used to do
And say sweet nothin's like you used to coo
I'm the same old trouble that you've always been through
So, Why Don't You Love Me like you used to do.

Well, why don't you be just like you used to be
How come you find so many faults with me
Somebody's changed so let me give you a clue
Why Don't You Love Me like you used to do.

Ain't had no lovin' like a huggin' and a kissin'
in a long, long while
We don't get nearer or further --> OR CLOSER
than a country mile;

Why don't you say the things you used to say
What makes you treat me like a piece of clay
My hair's still curly and my eyes are still blue
Why Don't You Love Me like you used to do.

Hmmm, Setanta. Who, do you think, is the "pilot" in Tennyson't poem?

Hey, it's Lola's birthday. Can't call her damn Yankee no more.

Lola

Looking Back

(Clyde Otis, Brook Benton, Belford C. Hendricks)

Looking back over my life,
I can see where I caused you strife.
But I know, oh yes I know
I'd never make that same mistake again.

Looking back over my deeds,
I can see signs a wise man heeds.
And if I just had the chance,
I'd never make that same mistake again.

Once my cup was overflowing,
But I gave nothing in return.
Now I can't begin to tell you
What a lesson I have learned!

Looking back over the slate,
I can see love turned to hate.
But I know, oh yes I know
I'd never make that same mistake again.

Ah, edgar, that is a fantastic song, but looking back is a passing parade of mistakes and snakes, methinks. Thanks, Texas.

Well, I am beginning to be concerned about the hawkman, y'all, so I will add to the other two, Cornel Wilde.



Dashing actor of Czech-Hungarian heritage, Cornel Wilde was born in Hungary and spent much of his youth in Europe, developing a continental flair as well as an affinity for languages. He received a scholarship for medical school, but turned it down in favor of his new love, the theater. A natural athlete and a champion fencer with the U.S. Olympic fencing team, he quit the team just prior to the 1936 Berlin Olympics in order to take a role in the theatre. He appeared in the Broadway hit "Having a Wonderful Time", but it was not until he was hired in the dual capacities of fencing choreographer and actor (Tybalt) in Laurence Olivier's 1940 Broadway production of Romeo and Juliet that Hollywood spotted him. He played a few minor roles before leaping to fame and an Oscar nomination as Frederic Chopin in A Song to Remember (1945). He spent the balance of the 1940s in romantic, and often swashbuckling, leading roles. In the 1950s his star dimmed a little, and aside from an occasional blockbuster like The Greatest Show on Earth (1952), he settled into adventure programs. A growing interest in directing led him to form his own production company with the goal of directing his own films. Several of his ventures into film noir in this period, both his own and other directors', are quite interesting (The Big Combo (1955) and Storm Fear (1955), for example). He produced, directed and starred in The Naked Prey (1966), a tour-de-force adventure drama that brought him real acclaim as a director. His later films were of varying quality, and he ended his career in near-cameos in minor adventure films. He died of leukemia three days after his 74th birthday.
IMDb Mini Biography By: Jim Beaver

He was marvelous in The Naked Prey, one of the better movies of 1966.

Back later with a song in his memory.

From one of Wilde's movie, a memory of Chopin and Cornel.

I'm Always Chasing Rainbows


Written by: Joseph McCarthy

Written by: Harry Carroll

Written by: Frederic Chopin

Adapted from: Fantasie Impromptu in C Sharp Minor - Chopin

At the end of the rainbow there's happiness,

And to find it often I've tried,

But my life is a race, just a wild goose chase,

And my dreams have all been denied.

Why have I always been a failure?

What can the reason be?

I wonder if the world's to blame,

I wonder if it could be me.

Chorus:

I'm always chasing rainbows,

Watching clouds drifting by,

My schemes are just like all my dreams,

Ending in the sky.

Some fellows look and find the sunshine,

I always look and find the rain.

Some fellows make a winning sometime,

But I never even make a gain, believe me,

I'm always chasing rainbows,

Waiting to find a little bluebird in vain.

Like Revolutionary Etude much better.

like Captain Spaulding, i cannot stay, but i came across this picture & had to play this song:



I realize the way your eyes deceived me
With tender looks that I mistook for love

So take away the flowers that you gave me
And send the kind that you remind me of

Paper roses, paper roses
Oh, how real those roses seemed to be
But they're only imitation
Like your imitation love for me

I thought that you would be a perfect lover
You seemed so full of sweetness at the start

But like a big red rose
That's made of paper
There isn't any sweetness
In your heart

Paper roses, paper roses
Oh, how real those roses seem to be
But they're only imitation
Like your imitation love for me
Like your imitation love for me

There's our honu the big island man. Love it, honey, and welcome back. Please don't ask me how I know this one, ok? I'm humming the melody right now.

The Vagabond King

Oreste Kirkop & Jean Fenn version:


Oreste:
Red rose out of the east
Tell the love I love least. "Who knows?
Red rose out of the west
Tell the love I love best "Love is a rose"

Only a rose I give you.
Only a song dying away,
Only a smile to keep in memory
Until we meet another day.

Only a rose to whisper,
Blushing as roses do,
"I'll bring along a smile or a song for anyone"
Only a rose for you.

Jean:
Only a rose you give me.
Only a song dying away,
Only a smile to keep in memory
Until we meet another day.

Jean: Only a rose to whisper, (Oreste: Only a rose to whisper,)
Jean: Blushing as roses do, (Oreste: Blushing as roses do,)
Jean and Oreste:
"I'll bring along a smile or a song for anyone"
Only a rose for you.

good evening to all !
here is mario lanza singing OLD HEIDELBERG from THE STUDENT PRINCE





SCHLOSS HEIDELBERG

hbg, every time you appear with a German song, you send me on a scavanger hunt. I have been looking and looking for the words to Schubert's Serenade which is marvelous, but all I can come up with is a parody.

Oh, well, folks. It's fun to go to bed with a smile in your head, so

Serenade is done in a minor key then modultes to major

[Schubert Serenade:]
Once to a maid, this sweet serenade
I sang with feeling and grace
I vocalized just how much I prized
Her form and beautiful face
Sad to say the maiden's husband
Came with a spade
And ruined my serenade

[Schumann's Traumerei:]
We met one evening at a dance
The band was playing, I was saying
Give me just a chance
She told me of a boy in France
And then she vanished and it banished
My romance



Goodnight my friends.

From Letty with love

letty :
i found many of SCHUBERT'S song , but they are all in german !
perhaps we'll have to ask walter to translate them :wink:
or on his next trip to the U.S. you could ask him to sing them for you
for a wonderful sunday !
hbg

you'll have to be patient - slow loading !

SCHUBERT'S SONGS



i love those historical pictures

SURPRISE , SURPRISE !

there are many lyrics (in english) of schubert's songs spread throughout this lengthty article at the link .
i found it interesting reading .
hope you enjoy it !
hbg

SLOW LOADING - it comes all the way from britain !

SCUBERT LYRICS

If the [d] wife and I are fussin, brother thats our right
cause me and that sweet womans got a license to fight [d7]
Why dont you [g7] mind your own business
(mind [d] your own business)
cause if you mind [a7] your business, then you wont be mindin [d] mine.

Oh, the woman on our party lines the nosiest thing
She picks up her receiver when she knows its my ring
Why dont you mind your own business
(mind your own business)
Well, if mind your business, then you wont be mindin mine.

If my woman stays out til two or three
Now, brother thats my headache, dont you worry bout me.
Just mind your own business
(mind your own business)
If you mind your business, then you wont be mindin mine.

If I got my head beat black and blue
Now thats my wife and my stove wood too
Just mind your own business
(mind your own business)
If you mind your business, then you wont be mindin mine.

I got a little gal that wears her hair up high,
The boys all whistle when she walks by.
Mind your own business
(Mind your own business)
If you mind your business you sure wont be minding mine.

Mindin other peoples business seems to be high-toned
I got all that I can do just to mind my own
Why dont you mind your own business
(mind your own business)
If you mind your own business, youll stay busy all the time.

Good morning, WA2K listening audience.

hbg, I spent some time attempting to locate Schubert's Serenade, and at least found a version of the melody played on YouTube(dial up, you know) by someone doing a perfectly entrancing interpretation on tenor sax and a capella. What a beautiful sound, folks. Thanks for your info, buddy.

edgar, the lyrics to that song say a lot. If we mind our own business, our days will be full. Thanks, Texas.

For our Roman Catholic friends, Here is a version of Ave Maria by Sir Walter Scott.

Walter Scott's Original
from "The Lady of the Lake"

Ave Maria! Jungfrau mild,
Erhöre einer Jungfrau Flehen,
Aus diesem Felsen starr und wild
Soll mein Gebet zu dir hinwehen.
Wir schlafen sicher bis zum Morgen,
Ob Menschen noch so grausam sind.
O Jungfrau, sieh der Jungfrau Sorgen,
O Mutter, hör ein bittend Kind!
Ave Maria!
Ave Maria! maiden mild!
Listen to a maiden's prayer!
Thou canst hear though from the wild,
Thou canst save amid despair.
Safe may we sleep beneath thy care,
Though banish'd, outcast and reviled -
Maiden! hear a maiden's prayer;
Mother, hear a suppliant child!
Ave Maria!

THE BALLAD OF FRANKIE LEE AND JUDAS PRIEST

Words and Music by Bob Dylan

Well, Frankie Lee and Judas Priest,
They were the best of friends.
So when Frankie Lee needed money one day,
Judas quickly pulled out a roll of tens
And placed them on a footstool
Just above the plotted plain,
Sayin', "Take your pick, Frankie Boy,
My loss will be your gain."

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat right down
And put his fingers to his chin,
But with the cold eyes of Judas on him,
His head began to spin.
"Would ya please not stare at me like that," he said,
"It's just my foolish pride,
But sometimes a man must be alone
And this is no place to hide."

Well, Judas, he just winked and said,
"All right, I'll leave you here,
But you'd better hurry up and choose
Which of those bills you want,
Before they all disappear."
"I'm gonna start my pickin' right now,
Just tell me where you'll be."

Judas pointed down the road
And said, "Eternity!"
"Eternity?" said Frankie Lee,
With a voice as cold as ice.
"That's right," said Judas Priest, "Eternity,
Though you might call it 'Paradise.'"

"I don't call it anything,"
Said Frankie Lee with a smile.
"All right," said Judas Priest,
"I'll see you after a while."

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat back down,
Feelin' low and mean,
When just then a passing stranger
Burst upon the scene,
Saying, "Are you Frankie Lee, the gambler,
Whose father is deceased?
Well, if you are,
There's a fellow callin' you down the road
And they say his name is Priest."

"Oh, yes, he is my friend,"
Said Frankie Lee in fright,
"I do recall him very well,
In fact, he just left my sight."
"Yes, that's the one," said the stranger,
As quiet as a mouse,
"Well, my message is, he's down the road,
Stranded in a house."

Well, Frankie Lee, he panicked,
He dropped ev'rything and ran
Until he came up to the spot
Where Judas Priest did stand.
"What kind of house is this," he said,
"Where I have come to roam?"
"It's not a house," said Judas Priest,
"It's not a house . . . it's a home."

Well, Frankie Lee, he trembled,
He soon lost all control
Over ev'rything which he had made
While the mission bells did toll.
He just stood there staring
At that big house as bright as any sun,
With four and twenty windows
And a woman's face in ev'ry one.

Well, up the stairs ran Frankie Lee
With a soulful, bounding leap,
And, foaming at the mouth,
He began to make his midnight creep.
For sixteen nights and days he raved,
But on the seventeenth he burst
Into the arms of Judas Priest,
Which is where he died of thirst.

No one tried to say a thing
When they took him out in jest,
Except, of course, the little neighbor boy
Who carried him to rest.
And he just walked along, alone,
With his guilt so well concealed,
And muttered underneath his breath,
"Nothing is revealed."

Well, the moral of the story,
The moral of this song,
Is simply that one should never be
Where one does not belong.
So when you see your neighbor carryin' somethin',
Help him with his load,
And don't go mistaking Paradise
For that home across the road.

Jerry Lee Lewis - Don't Be Cruel


You know I can be found sittin' home all alone
If you can't come around at least please telephone
Don't be cruel to a heart that's true
Baby if I made you mad for somethin'
I might have said
Please let's forget the past
the future looks bright ahead
Don't be cruel I got a heart so true
I don't want no other love honey
it's just you I'm thinkin' of

Let's walk up to the preacher
and let us say I do
Then you gonna have me baby
I got a little bitty your love too
And don't don't don't don't be cruel
I don't want no other love honey
it's just you I'm thinkin' of

Hey don't stop thinkin' about me
and don't make me feel this way
Come on over here and love me
you know what I want you to say
Don't be cruel to a heart that's true
Well I don't want no other love
it's just you I'm thinkin' of

Don't be cruel to a heart that's true
don't be cruel to a heart that's true
Why should we be apart
I really love you baby cross my heart



Jerry Lee Lewis - Don't Boogie Woogie (When You Say Your Prayers Tonight)

I was feelin' kind of poorly, hadn't been lookin' too fine
I just had to found out what was ailin' this old body of mine
So I went to my family doctor
To get my temperature and set me straight
And the first thing he did was to tell me
To quit eatin' every good thing I ate
And he told old Jerry Lee to stop smokin'
Lay off of that beer and whiskey
He said, son you gonna have to have a little help
And confidentially he looked at Jerry Lee
He shook his head, and then he said
Like a friend he took my hand and he said:

Don't boogie woogie when you say your prayers tonight
(Don't boogie woogie, don't boogie woogie)
Son, you can't boogie woogie when you send your prayers tonight
(Don't boogie woogie, don't boogie woogie)
Jerry Lee, you been over-rockin', you know that it ain't right
You better turn on Jesus when you switch out the light
Don't boogie woogie when you say your prayers tonight
(Don't boogie woogie, don't boogie woogie)

He wired me up like spaceman and he turned on the cardiograph
The needle went out of sight, the doc turned white
He called in his entire staff
And he cried out in disbelief
Told the Killer with staring conviction
He said, if you don't live right son
You're gonna die of cholesterol constriction
He looked at me, he shook his head
Here's a perspective that I think you're gonna dread

You can't boogie woogie when you say your prayers tonight
(Don't boogie woogie, don't boogie woogie)
You can't do it, you can't do it son, it ain't right
(Don't boogie woogie, don't boogie woogie)
You better quit rockin' boy, you know it ain't right
You better turn on Jesus when you turn out your light
Don't boogie woogie when you say your prayers tonight
(Don't boogie woogie, don't boogie woogie)
Wow, give it to me now!

(Don't boogie woogie, don't boogie woogie)
(Don't boogie woogie, don't boogie woogie)

(Don't boogie woogie, don't boogie woogie)
(Don't boogie woogie, don't boogie woogie)

Oh, don't boogie woogie when you say your prayers tonight
(Don't boogie woogie, don't boogie woogie)
You can't boogie woogie when you say your prayers tonight
(Don't boogie woogie, don't boogie woogie)
Son, you been over-rockin' and you know that it ain't right
You better turn on Jesus when you switch out the light
Don't boogie woogie when you say your prayers tonight



Jerry Lee Lewis - Don't Let Go

Hear that whistle, it's ten o'clock
(Don't let go, don't let go)
Come on baby, it's time to rock
(Don't let go, don't let go
I feel so happy I got you here
(Don't let go, don't let go)
Keeps me grinnin' from ear to ear
(Don't let go, don't let go)

Oooooh-weeee, this feelin's killin' me
Aw-shucks, I won't stop for a million bucks
I love you so, just hold me tight and don't let go

Thunder, lightnin', wind and rain
(Don't let go, don't let go)
Love is storming inside my brain
(Don't let go, don't let go)
I'm so eager I'm nearly dyin'
(Don't let go, don't let go)
You been keepin' your lips from mine
(Don't let go, don't let go)

Oooooh-weeee, this feelin's killin' me
Aw-shucks, I won't stop for a million bucks
I love you so, just hold me tight but don't let go

Hound dog barkin' upside the hill
(Don't let go, don't let go)
Love is draggin' you through the mill
(Don't let go, don't let go)
If it wasn't for havin' you
(Don't let go, don't let go)
I'd be barkin' and howlin' too
(Don't let go, don't let go)

Oooooh-weeee, this feelin's killin' me
Aw-shucks, I won't stop for a million bucks
I love you so, just hold me tight, don't let go

One day, baby, you'll cook me yet
(Don't let go, don't let go)
Honey, I'll be cryin', and soakin' wet
Don't let go, don't let go)
One thing, baby, I'll never stand
(Don't let go, don't let go)
Your lips a-kissin' on another man
(Don't let go, don't let go)

Oooooh-weeee, this feelin's killin' me
Aw-shucks, I won't stop for a million bucks
I love you so, just hold me tight and don't let go
Hold me tight and don't let go
Hold me baby and don't let go
Hold me tight and don't let go
Squeeze me baby, but don't let go

Hey, edgar, a Bob and three Jerry's. I would say they may have saved the day, Texas.

I am as usual caught up in the strangeness of Dylan's music, y'all, and in searching found this rather esoteric poem that seemed to fit.

THE JUDAS TREE AND TIME

"Erguvan ve Zaman," Erguvan Sozler: Toplu Siirleri II (1993). Istanbul: Can Yayinlari, pp. 122-123.
Author: Hilmi Yavuz
Translator(s): Ender Gurol
Genre: poetry



when roads are transformed into leaves

and leaves into roads

it's the Judas tree that encircles the promontory

waiting and waiting and waiting...

from which side of grief are you

road soiled that you are?



it was you

a rose singing, even if

you were to say, I've found the poem of poems,

in that strange turn of thought,

yearning for the poem prohibited

and bitter...



here's Time:

Time's sad hour

the Word

whose slow, moiréd season is disappearing

and love is henceforth sung as a yearning...

I've suddenly realized, how strange!

the lake-likeness of your face...



I'm besieged

in the nights buried in masses of snow

a vast sheet of linen

from afar, from very far

it was a poem

singing death

and singing it again...

If you are familiar with Hank Williams' Luke the Drifter, you may notice the tone of Dylan's work pays homage to that persona, and certain phrases are reminiscent also.

Thank you, edgar. No, I was not familiar with Bob's allusion to Hank. Frankly, I did not appreciate his voice and still don't, but his lyrics are works of art.

I found this site:

[URL=http://] Hank[/URL]

You know, I feel many people in life, as on this forum, have deep spiritual convictions that they are not comfortable with for whatever reason. Therefore we get a reaction formation that comes alive in bitterness and is rather like "protesting too much". I am not speaking of religion, but that "still small voice of calm".

I have always loved music, and it doesn't matter to me about how one's beliefs are defined; it just matters that the creation is there.

Okay. That's my op.ed. for today