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Welcome, Aa. I croaked at you on the Stoatmobile, but you didn't ribbit back. I have always loved the expression, "fine as frog hair", and I am not one bit surprised that Twain was bi-lingual

Hmmm. Do you suppose that is where the epithet "frog" for Frenchmen arises?

Let's hear it for the frog, folks.

Frog Kissing
(Chet Atkins?)

Do you remember in the fairy tale
How the wicked witch's spell
Turned a handsome prince to a toad.
How the power of her potion,
Handed her the notion,
He was lower than the dirt in the road.
And though she left him green and warted,
Her evil plan was thwarted,
When there happened by a young miss.
Who in spite of his complexion,
Offered her affection
And broke the evil curse with a kiss.

If you've never been frog-kissin'.
Then you don't know what you've been missin'.
There's a world of opportunity,
Under each and every log.
If you've never been a charm breaker,
If you've never been a handsome prince maker.
Just slow down, turn around,
Bend down and kiss you a frog.

Once upon a time ago,
I was down and feelin' low,
Like a lonely frog in a pond.
Life was just a joke and
I was steadily a croakin',
I'd been zapped by life's wicked wand.
In the depth of my depression,
There came a true expression
Of love from a lady so sweet.
Who gave me warm fuzzy feelin's,
Feelin's that were healin',
And knocked me off my little web feet.

CHO:

There's a happy ever after land,
Deep within the heart of man,
Where a prince or princess abides.
But all we catch are glimpses
Of handsome prince or princess
'cause they're covered by a green horny hide.
And thought they're full of life's potential,
They're lackin' one essential,
To enable them to shine like a star.
And that's for some guy or missus,
To smother them with kisses,
And to love 'em 'cause they're just who they are.

And that's the secret of frog-kissin',
You can do it too if you just listen.
You just slow down, turn around,
Bend down and kiss you a frog.

Letty:

Ribbit! Ribbit! Sorry I missed responding to you on the Stoatmobile.

I once read that the term "frog" for French person had a culinary origin, that the French were associated with dining on frogs' legs. Maybe true, maybe not.

Discovery

Jezebel
Frankie Laine

[Words and Music by Wayne Shanklin]

Jezebel, Jezebel
If ever the devil was born
Without a pair of horns
It was you
Jezebel, it was you
If ever an angel fell
Jezebel, it was you
Jezebel, it was you

If ever a pair of eyes
Promised paradise
Deceiving me, grieving me
Leavin' me blue
Jezebel, it was you

If ever the devil's plan
Was made to torment man
It was you
Jezebel, it was you

Could be better that I never know
A lover such as you
Forsaking dreams and all
For the siren call of your arms
Like a demon, love possessed me
You obsessed me constantly
What evil star is mine
That my fate's design
Should be, Jezebel

If ever a pair of eyes
Promised paradise
Deceiving me, grieving me
Leavin' me blue
Jezebel, it was you
If ever the devil's plan
Was made to torment man
It was you
Night and day, every way
Jezebel, Jezebel, Jezebel

Strange, y'all, I lost my current for a moment and was plunged into the dark.

edgar, so we are back to Jezebel and Ahab. Somehow that fits tonight. Thanks, Texas.

From the Lost Boys this song...

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange

Had no idea that The Doors did that one.

good evening to all !
the only time i ever ate frog legs was in NYC - and not even in a french restaurant !
it was a seafood reataurant near what i think is called SEAPORT - near the fishmongers' hall - way back in 1969 (?) .
hbg

i know this is a rather cruel joke , but it's true isn't it ?
(i thought eating frogs' legs was a new york specialty - what did i know , it was our first vist to NYC)

Why does he ask you, "How?"
Why does he ask you, "How?"
Once the Injun didn't know
All the things that he know now
But the Injun, he sure learn a lot
And it's all from asking, "How?"

Hana Mana Ganda
Hana Mana Ganda
We translate for you
Hana means what mana means
And ganda means that too

When did he first say, "Ugh!"
When did he first say, "Ugh!"
In the Injun book it say
When the first brave married squaw
He gave out with a big ugh
When he saw his Mother-in-Law

What made the red man red?
What made the red man red?
Let's go back a million years
To the very first Injun prince
He kissed a maid and start to blush
And we've all been blushin' since

You've got it from the headman
The real true story of the red man
No matter what's been written or said
Now you know why the red man's red!

hbg, love that funny cartoon. I've seen it somwhere before. I think it was Green Witch. Yep, buddy, we all stand together, but sometimes our legs get weak.

Speaking of Indians, edgar, it is time for Letty to sleep, so I will let this be my goodnight song.

Lala kahle [Sleep well]

In the jungle, the mighty jungle
The lion sleeps tonight
In the jungle, the mighty jungle
The lion sleeps tonight

(Chorus)
Imbube

Ingonyama ifile [The lion's in peace]
Ingonyama ilele [The lion sleeps]
Thula [Hush]

Near the village, the peaceful village
The lion sleeps tonight
Near the village, the peaceful village
The lion sleeps tonight

(Chorus)

Ingonyama ilele [The lion sleeps]

Hush, my darling, don't fear, my darling
The lion sleeps tonight
Hush, my darling, don't fear, my darling
The lion sleeps tonight

He, ha helelemama [He, ha helelemama]
Ohi'mbube [lion]

(Chorus)

Ixesha lifikile [Time has come]
Lala [Sleep]
Lala kahle [Sleep well]

Near the village, the peaceful village
The lion sleeps tonight
Near the village, the peaceful village
The lion sleeps tonight

(Chorus)

My little darling
Don't fear, my little darling
My little darling
Don't fear, my little darling

Ingonyama ilele [The lion sleeps]

Goodnight, my friends.
From Letty with love

Mr. Roboto

Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto,
Mata ah-oo hima de
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto,
Himitsu wo shiri tai

You're wondering who I am-machine or mannequin
With parts made in Japan, I am the modren man

I've got a secret I've been hiding under my skin
My heart is human, my blood is boiling, my brain I.B.M.
So if you see me acting strangely, don't be surprised
I'm just a man who needed someone, and somewhere to hide
To keep me alive-just keep me alive
Somewhere to hide to keep me alive

I'm not a robot without emotions-I'm not what you see
I've come to help you with your problems, so we can be free
I'm not a hero, I'm not a saviour, forget what you know
I'm just a man whose circumstances went beyond his control
Beyond my control-we all need control
I need control-we all need control

I am the modren man, who hides behind a mask
So no one else can see my true identity

Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo...domo
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo...domo
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo...domo
Thank you very much, Mr. Roboto
For doing the jobs that nobody wants to
And thank you very much, Mr. Roboto
For helping me escape just when I needed to
Thank you-thank you, thank you
I want to thank you, please, thank you

The problem's plain to see: too much technology
Machines to save our lives. Machines dehumanize.

The time has come at last
To throw away this mask
So everyone can see
My true identity...
I'm Kilroy! Kilroy! Kilroy! Kilroy!

Styx

Good morning, WA2K folks.

What is that adage? No rest for the weary? Nope, I hate to admit that it is "No rest for the wicked". Well, I guess I am a wicked witch in a way because I could NOT sleep. I will agree with Thomas Edison, however, in that a lot of precious time is wasted in sleep. I think the man never slept more than four hours a night.

Rex, thanks for the robot song, Maine, because that is the way that I feel this a.m.




THE ROBOT SONG
I used to work at the mall
Selling robots wall to wall
Ones that cleaned and entertained
A robot chef, a robot maid
Then one night on a dare
I made my robots self-aware
And it wasn't really planned,
But now the robots rule the land
And we're happier than we've ever been

There was fighting, sure, at first
When the bots conquered the Earth
All the people thought we're doomed
That by robots we'd be consumed
But we humans had no chance
Robots stunned us with a glance
And after the human's final stand
It was the robots ruled the land
Now we're happier than we've ever been

That's the last war that we've seen
By decree of robot queen
All the studies now do show
That at ruling, humans blow
Law's more carefully applied
With a logic-loving guide
Now with an impartial hand
It's the robots rule the land
Now we're happier than we've ever been

THE ANIMALS
The Immigrant Lad

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And here I sit with a tear in my eye, the waters of Tyne in between you and I
And here I sit with a tear in my eye, the waters of Tyne in between you and I

As a child I dreamed of her, on the far banks of the river
I knew she could not be reached, for my mind was forever wondering
Far above his head, as he tried his best to teach me
The river was muddy and black, black as the coal she carried
Impossible to cross, many men had tried
The old sailor told me, another life is lost

And here I sit with a tear in my eye, the waters of Tyne in between you and I
And here I sit with a tear in my eye, the waters of Tyne in between you and I

Black was the colour of my childish dreams, impressions that would last
Black coal, coal black pit yacka's face, escaping the coal dust blast
Blind pony stumblin' to the light of day, to retire in the green fields forever
And I'll build me a bridge of steel, to beat the black river forever
I'll beat that black river forever, I'll beat that muddy river forever

Good morning, edgar. That is rather like a meditation song, Texas, and it led us to this one.

Joan Baez

Still waters at night in the darkest of dark
But you rise as white as the birch trees bark
Or pale wolf in winter you look down and shiver
At still waters at night

Your eyes are as black as the blackness you're fearing
And yonder a bridge and a voice within hearing
Come walk in me softly, look down and you'll see
Still waters at night

You've reason to fear there is no protection
But a garland of emeralds and a moonlit reflection
Of a boat in the distance, let the devil take his chance
At still waters at night

So dance me a small dance and the night cannot hurt you
Not the waters be silent nor the emeralds desert you
For the boats full of bright scarves and wild hats among them
Songs of the vagabond, it's to you he has sung them
Shattered the stillness of still waters at night

Good afternoon WA2K.

Lovely Joan Baez song, Letty. Makes me want to put the music on.

Today F. Murray Abraham will be 68 and Kevin Kline will be 60.



Shall it be Mozart or Cole Porter?

Hey, Raggedy. Thanks for the dynamic duo. Now about Mozart or Cole; as the Scotsman would say, "nither".

Love Kevin Kline, but I will have to locate some songs by him, PA.

I thought this poem by Longfellow was not good when I was a kid, but as we grow older, we look at material with new eyes.

The Arrow And The Song

I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.

Hope the hawk is well and aware.

Tomorrow our Diane will have her surgery, so we shall dedicate that poem/song to her.

Wishing Dianne the very best.

Kevin Kline played Cole Porter in the movie " De-Lovely". Here's one he performed that I'll dedicate to the P.D.

At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed,
I hate parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty
At least it'll tell you
How great you are.

You're the top!
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's sonnet,
You're Mickey Mouse.
You're the Nile,
You're the Tower of Pisa,
You're the smile on the Mona Lisa
I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop,
But if, baby, I'm the bottom you're the top!

Your words poetic are not pathetic.
On the other hand, babe, you shine,
And I can feel after every line
A thrill divine
Down my spine.
Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans
Might think that your song is bad,
But I got a notion
I'll second the motion
And this is what I'm going to add;

You're the top!
You're Mahatma Gandhi.
You're the top!
You're Napoleon Brandy.
You're the purple light
Of a summer night in Spain,
You're the National Gallery
You're Garbo's salary,
You're cellophane.
You're sublime,
You're turkey dinner,
You're the time, the time of a Derby winner
I'm a toy balloon that's fated soon to pop
But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!

You're the top!
You're an arrow collar
You're the top!
You're a Coolidge dollar,
You're the nimble tread
Of the feet of Fred Astaire,
You're an O'Neill drama,

You're Whistler's mama!

You're camembert.

You're a rose,
You're Inferno's Dante,

You're the nose
On the great Durante.
I'm just in a way,
As the French would say, "de trop".
But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!

You're the top!
You're a dance in Bali.
You're the top!
You're a hot tamale.
You're an angel, you,
Simply too, too, too diveen,
You're a Boticcelli,
You're Keats,
You're Shelly!

You're Ovaltine!
You're a boom,
You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon,
Over Mae West's shoulder,
I'm the nominee of the G.O.P.

Or GOP!

But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!

You're the top!
You're a Waldorf salad.
You're the top!
You're a Berlin ballad.
You're the boats that glide
On the sleepy Zuider Zee,
You're an old Dutch master,

You're Lady Astor,
You're broccoli!
You're romance,
You're the steppes of Russia,
You're the pants, on a Roxy usher,
I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,

But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!

Wow! Raggedy. I just found out that Kevin Kline did the life of Cole Porter. My word. Thanks for the dedication and I most certainly know that song, PA.

Where is Setanta? He is the one who told me that the movie Amadeus was full of errors, and it was. It should NOT have been taken as a biography.

We all may remember this odd song adapted from one of Mozart's classical pieces.

We skipped a light fandango,
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor.
I was feeling kind of seasick,
But the crowd called out for more.
The room was humming harder,
As the ceiling flew away.
When we called out for another drink,
The waiter brought a tray.

And so it was that later,
As the miller told his tale,
That her face at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale.

She said there is no reason,
And the truth is plain to see
That I wandered through my playing cards,
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast.
And although my eyes were open,
They might just as well have been closed.

And so it was later,
As the miller told his tale,
That her face at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale.

Ah, edgar, that is so very sad to hear. I guess I remember him best in Camelot.



Hope this song isn't an omen, folks

If Ever I Would Leave You


If ever I would leave you
It wouldn't be in summer.
Seeing you in summer I never would go.
Your hair streaked with sun-light,
Your lips red as flame,
Your face witha lustre
that puts gold to shame!

But if I'd ever leave you,
It couldn't be in autumn.
How I'd leave in autumn I never will know.
I've seen how you sparkle
When fall nips the air.
I know you in autumn
And I must be there.

And could I leave you
running merrily through the snow?
Or on a wintry evening
when you catch the fire's glow?

If ever I would leave you,
How could it be in spring-time?
Knowing how in spring I'm bewitched by you so?
Oh, no! not in spring-time!
Summer, winter or fall!
No, never could I leave you at all!

Seems like only yesterday
I left my mind behind
Down in the Gypsy Cafe
With a friend of a friend of mine
She sat with a baby heavy on her knee
Yet spoke of life most free from slavery
With eyes that showed no trace of misery
A phrase in connection first with she I heard
That love is just a four-letter word

Outside a rambling store-front window
Cats meowed to the break of day
Me, I kept my mouth shut, too
To you I had no words to say
My experience was limited and underfed
You were talking while I hid
To the one who was the father of your kid
You probably didn't think I did, but I heard
You say that love is just a four-letter word

I said goodbye unnoticed
Pushed towards things in my own games
Drifting in and out of lifetimes
Unmentionable by name
Searching for my double, looking for
Complete evaporation to the core
Though I tried and failed at finding any door
I must have thought that there was nothing more
Absurd than that love is just a four-letter word

Though I never knew just what you meant
When you were speaking to your man
I can only think in terms of me
And now I understand
After waking enough times to think I see
The Holy Kiss that's supposed to last eternity
Blow up in smoke, its destiny
Falls on strangers, travels free
Yes, I know now, traps are only set by me
And I do not really need to be
Assured that love is just a four-letter word

Bob Dylan

Yes, edgar, love is just a four letter word. That I did understand from that Dylan man.

I was surprised to find that Kevin Kline did one of my favorite evening songs, so I will let the lyrics say goodnight for me.

Kevin Kline with Ashley Judd

In the still of the night
As I gaze from my window
At the moon in its flight
My thoughts all stray to you

In the still of the night
All the world is in slumber
All the times without number
Darling when I say to you

Do you love me, as I love you
Are you my life to be, my dream come true
Or will this dream of mine fade out of sight
Like the moon growing dim, on the rim of the hill
In the chill, still, of the night

Like the moon growing dim, on the rim of the hill
In the chill, still, of the night

Goodnight world.

From Letty with love