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(Words by Paul Francis Webster, music by Sammy Fain)

April love is for the very young
Every star's a wishing star that shines for you
April love is all the seven wonders
One little kiss can tell you this is true

Sometimes an April day will suddenly bring showers
Rain to grow the flowers for her first bouquet
But April love can slip right through your fingers
So if she's the one don't let her run away

[Instrumental Interlude]

Sometimes an April day will suddenly bring showers
Rain to grow the flowers for her first bouquet
But April love can slip right through your fingers
So if she's the one don't let her run away

I remember you, edgar. I think Pat Boone may have sung that one, and thanks for the reminder, Texas.

Nina Simone

The things I used to like, I don't like any more,
I want a lot of other things I've never had before,
It's just like my mamma says, I sit around and mourn
Pretending that I am so wonderful and knowing I'm adored

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm,
I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string,
I'd say that I had spring fever,
But I know it isn't spring.

I'm as starry eyed and gravely discontented,
Like a nightingale without a song to sing.
Oh, why should I have spring fever,
When it isn't even spring?

I keep wishing I were somewhere else,
Walking down a strange new street,
Hearing words I have never never heard,
From a man I've yet to meet.

I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams,
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing,
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud,
Or a robin or a bluebird on the wing,
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way,
That it might as well be spring,
It might as well be, might as well be,
It might as well be spring.

Sarah Brightman - Meadowlark

When I was a girl, I had a favourite story
Of the meadowlark who lived where the rivers wind
Her voice could match the angels' in its glory,
But she was blind,
The lark was blind.

An old king came and took her to his palace,
Where the walls were burnished bronze and golden braid,
And he fed her fruit and nuts from an ivory chalice and he prayed


"Sing for me, my meadowlark
Sing for me of the silver morning.
Set me free, my meadowlark
And I'll buy you a priceless jewel,
And cloth of brocade and crewel,
And I'll love you for life if you will
Sing for me."


Then one day as the lark sang by the water
The god of the sun heard her in his flight
And her singing moved him so, he came and brought her
The gift of sight,
He gave her sight.
And she opened her eyes to the shimmer and the splendour
Of this beautiful young god, so proud and strong
And he called to the lark in a voice both rough and tender,
"Come along,


Fly with me, my meadowlark,
Fly with me on the silver morning.
Past the sea where the dolphins bark,
We will dance on the coral beaches,
Make a feast of the plums and peaches,
Just as far as your vision reaches,
Fly with me."


But the meadowlark said no,
For the old king loved her so,
She couldn't bear to wound his pride.
So the sun god flew away and when the king came down that day,
He found his meadowlark had died.
Every time I heard that part I cried.


And now I stand here, starry-eyed and stormy.
Oh, just when I thought my heart was finally numb,
A beautiful young man appears before me
Singing "Come
Oh, won't you come?"
And what can I do if finally for the first time
The one I'm burning for returns the glow?
If love has come at last it's picked the worst time
Still I know
I've got to go.


Fly away, meadowlark.
Fly away in the silver morning.
If I stay, I'll grow to curse the dark,
So it's off where the days won't bind me.
I know I leave wounds behind me,
But I won't let tomorrow find me
Back this way.


Before my past once again can blind me,
Fly away.


And we won't wait to say goodbye,
My beautiful young man and I.

Remember reading The Emperor's Nightingale, folks? edgar's song by Sarah reminded me of it, and what should I find in the archives, but this one.


The Emperor's Nightingale

Notes: words and music by Malvina Reynolds; copyright 1961 Schroder Music Company, renewed 1989.


The emperor's nightingale sang in the forest,
And the emperor listened to hear his sweet song.
The bird was his treasure and sang for his pleasure,
And the emperor listened the whole evening long.

And the nightingale sang as his small heart dictated,
The song he created was gentle and true,
And all those who heard him were eased of their burden,
The king and the court and the woodcutter too.

Some big time promoters, they gathered together,
They said, "There's a fortune in that little soul.
Fiftieth and Broadway is our private roadway,
If we can get nightingale under control."

Then one of the crew said, "That bird is a phony.
He's little and bony, his feathers are gray.
We'll fix up a singer who'll be a humdinger
Electronic marvel who'll warble all day."

Another one said, "That's a dandy promotion,
A handier notion I seldom have heard.
We'll make one real classy, with platinum chassis,
Oh brother, won't we give His Kingship the bird!"

So they fixed up a chirp that was really a wonder,
With woofers and tweeters, transistors and those,
And the whole bit was rolled in a body all golden,
With emerald eyes that could open and close.

The king thanked them kindly, the court was enchanted,
They were instantly granted a million or more.
'Twas easy as nothing, you just pressed a button
And music came rolling on every floor.

But with kings and with courts you can never be certain.
They tired of the chirp's high fidelity song.
With no singer near him and no bird to cheer him,
The emperor's evenings were weary and long.

For the emperor's nightingale, he had departed.
He could not be found tho they looked ev'rywhere,
For the dear little fella was singing capella
On the very last tree left in Washington Square.

It's been a wonderful day and evening here on our cyber radio.

Time for your PD to say goodnight, and I'll let sachmo do it for me.


Louis Armstrong

I'll see you in my dreams
And then I'll hold you in my dreams
Someone took you right out of my arms
Still I feel the thrill of your charms

Lips that once were mine
Tender eyes that shine
They will light my way tonight
I'll see you in my dreams

(instrumental break)

Yes I will...see you in my dreams
You know i'll...hold you in my dreams
I know that...someone took you right out of my arms
But...still I feel the thrill of your charms

I dream of...lips that once were mine
And those...tender eyes that shine
I know...they'll light my way tonight
When i...see you in my dreams

Yes they will...light my way tonight
Because i'll...see you in my dreams

Goodnight, my friends.

From Letty with love.

J. J. Cale
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia



Background information

Birth name John W. Cale
Born December 5, 1938 (1938-12-05) (age 68)
Origin Tulsa, Oklahoma, USA
Genre(s) Cajun
Blues
Swamp rock
Occupation(s) Singer-songwriter
Instrument(s) Guitar, piano, keyboards,
bass guitar, drums
Years active 1966-present
Website www.jjcale.com

J. J. Cale (born John W. Cale on December 5, 1938, in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma) is an American songwriter and musician best known for writing two songs that Eric Clapton made famous, "After Midnight" and "Cocaine", as well as the Lynyrd Skynyrd hit "Call Me The Breeze". Some sources incorrectly give his real name as "Jean Jacques Cale". According to keyboard player, Rocky Frisco, "The 'Jean Jaques' crap was created by a drunk French 'journalist' who got thrown out of the venue and made a lot of crap up to pretend he had done an interview". In fact, a Sunset Strip nightclub owner employing Cale in the mid-1960's came up with the "J.J." moniker to avoid confusion with the Velvet Underground's John Cale.[1]

Cale is one of the originators of the Tulsa Sound, a very loose genre drawing on blues, rockabilly, country, and jazz influences. Cale's personal style has often been described as "laid back", and is characterized by shuffle rhythms, simple chord changes, understated vocals, and clever, incisive lyrics. Cale is also a very distinctive and idiosyncratic guitarist, incorporating both Travis-like fingerpicking and gentle, meandering electric solos. His recordings also reflect his stripped-down, laid-back ethos; his album versions are usually quite succinct and often recorded entirely by Cale alone, using drum machines for rhythm accompaniment. Live, however, as evidenced on his 2001 Live album and 2006 To Tulsa And Back film, he and his band regularly stretch the songs out and improvise heavily.

Many artists, including Clapton, Mark Knopfler, Neil Young and Bryan Ferry, have noted Cale's influence on their music; several artists in addition to Clapton have made hits of Cale songs, and many more have covered them. Cale has often noted that he writes and records songs primarily so that other artists will cover them, but given the texturally sparse but fine craftsmanship on his albums, this sentiment is far from universal. His most covered songs include "Call Me the Breeze", "Sensitive Kind", "After Midnight", and "Cocaine".

Cale is also well known for his longstanding aversion to stardom, extensive touring, and even continual recording. He has happily remained a relatively obscure cult artist for the last 35 years.

The release of his album, To Tulsa and Back in 2004, his appearance at Clapton's Crossroads Guitar Festival, and the 2006 release of the film documentary, To Tulsa and Back: On Tour with J. J. Cale, have brought his understated discography and songwriting to a new audience. This mainstream exposure continued into late 2006 with the release of a collaborative album with Eric Clapton, The Road to Escondido.

This man, his wife and their Border Collie, Maisy were out for a drive in the country one afternoon in their new convertible, with the top down. The husband and wife were enjoying the scenery as they drove along. While unbeknownst to them, Maisy gave birth to seven puppies while laying on the back seat of the automobile. The couple continued to drive along, unaware of the new arrivals. Soon the road began to deteriorate and was beginning to become quite rough. Suddenly, the car ran over a deep pothole in the road, and one of Maisy's puppies bounced up and out of the car, landing on the roadway just in front of a police car that had been following the man and his wife.

The police officer switched on his lights and siren, and soon had the couple pulled over to the side of the road. What are you pulling me over for? Queried the startled driver. The officer responded, "I pulled you over for creating a "Road Hazard, for other drivers!" What hazard? Asked the man. "A puppy bounced out of your car and put myself, and several other drivers at risk, trying to avoid hitting it." Now your Drivers License and Proof of Insurance please. Thank you Sir... And the 'Bitches' name, Sir. Hey! How dare you call my wife a bitch! Sir, I was referring to the dog! Oh... Her name is Maisy. What do you want her name for, officer? Well Sir, after I write your ticket for "Endangering Vehicular Traffic", I am going to cite your dog, Maisy, for Littering!

Horse With No Name
America

[Written by Dewey Bunnell]

On the first part of the journey
I was looking at all the life
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz
And the sky with no clouds
The heat was hot and the ground was dry
But the air was full of sound

I´ve been through the desert
On a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
´Cause there ain´t no one for to give you no pain

La-la la, la-la, la
La, la, la-la
La-la, la, la-la, la
La, la, la-la

After two days in the desert sun
My skin began to turn red
After three days in the desert fun
I was looking at a river bed
And the story it told of a river that flowed
Made me sad to think it was dead

You see I´ve been through the desert
On a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
´Cause there ain´t no one for to give you no pain

La-la, la, la-la, la
La, la, la-la
La-la, la, la-la, la
La, la, la-la

After nine days I let the horse run free
´Cause the desert had turned to sea
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The ocean is a desert with it´s life underground
And a perfect disguise above
Under the cities lies a heart made of ground
But the humans will give no love

You see I´ve been through the desert
On a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
´Cause there ain´t no one for to give you no pain

La-la, la, la-la, la
La, la, la-la
La-la, la, la-la, la
La, la, la-la

La-la, la, la-la, la
La, la, la-la
La-la, la, la-la, la
La, la, la-la

Good morning, WA2K contributors and listeners and litterers.

Thanks again, biobob, for the great celeb background and the morning smile.

edgar, I like that song by America. Thank you, Texas.

I was interested in J.J. Cale, so I found this song, folks.



J. J. Cale
Any way the Wind Blows


Some like this and some like that
And some don't know where it's at
If you don't get loose, if you don't groove
Well, your motor won't make it and your motor won't move
If time don't tell you then don't ask me
I'm riding on a hurricane down to the sea
If you can't hear the music, turn it up loud
There's movement in the air and movement in the crowd
Bow-legged woman doing the boogaloo
She got a jive, she got a move
Turn around, do it again
Bow-legged woman, where you been
Fat jack owns a honky-tonk downtown
You can catch a woman if you hang around
You can tear down the door, tear down the wall
Fat jack he don't care at all


Easy come, easy go
Any way the wind blows
Hey, drummer, drummer, can you give me that beat
Can you give me that beat, got to move my feet
Guitar player been all around the world
But he can't play a lick for looking at the girls
One two three four five six seven
Well, you'd better change your ways or you won't get to heaven
Eight nine ten, gonna stop at eleven
Eleven just lays around with seven
Some like this and some like that
And some don't know where it's at
If you don't get loose, if you don't groove
Well, your motor won't make it and your motor won't move
Easy come, easy go
Any way the wind blows

Good morning WA2K.
Snowy, chilly day in PA, but very pretty scene if you don't have to go out and - I don't.

Today's B.D. photo gallery: Walt Disney; Little Richard and J. J. Cale

Good morning, Raggedy. Great trio of photo's today, PA. Well, gal, if you don't have to walk in a winter wonderland, better stay by the fire.

I think Little Richard is great, incidentally, and it's difficult to believe that he is seventy five and still performing.

Love this one, folks.


Tutti Frutti

Wop-bop-a-loo-mop alop-bom-bom
Tutti Frutti, aw rutti
Tutti Frutti, aw rutti
Tutti Frutti, aw rutti
Tutti Frutti, aw rutti
Tutti Frutti, aw rutti
Awop-bop-a-loo-mop alop bom bom

I got a girl, named Sue,
She knows just what to do
I got a girl, named Sue,
She knows just what to do
I rock to the east, She rock to the west, but
she's the girl
That I love the best.

Tutti Frutti, aw rutti
Tutti Frutti, aw rutti
Tutti Frutti, aw rutti
Tutti Frutti, aw rutti
Tutti Frutti, aw rutti
Awop-bop-a-loo-mop alop bom bom


I got a girl, named Daisy,
She almost drives me crazy
I got a girl, named Daisy,
She almost drives me crazy
She knows how to love me ,
Yes indeed
Boy you don't know,
What she's doing to me



Tutti Frutti, aw rutti
Tutti Frutti, aw rutti
Tutti Frutti, aw rutti
Tutti Frutti, aw rutti
Tutti Frutti, aw rutti
Awop-bop-a-loo-mop

(Saxophone solo)

Tutti Frutti, aw rutti
Tutti Frutti, aw rutti
Tutti Frutti, aw rutti
Tutti Frutti, aw rutti
Tutti Frutti, aw rutti
Awop-bop-a-loo-mop alop bom bom

Got a girl, named Daisy,
She almost drives me crazy
Got a girl, named Daisy,
She almost drives me crazy
She knows how to love me ,
Yes indeed
Boy you don't know,
What she's doing to me

Tutti Frutti, aw rutti
Tutti Frutti, aw rutti
Tutti Frutti, aw rutti
Tutti Frutti, aw rutti
Tutti Frutti, aw rutti
Awop-bop-a-loo-mop alop bam boom

J J Cale

Money talks, it'll tell you a story
Money talks, says strange things
Money talks very loudly
You'd be surprised the friends you can buy with small change
They say it's the root of all evil
They say gold is the king
Money talks, you'd better believe it
All that gold don't mean a thing
Rich people, hear those pockets jingle
Spare change, hear the down-and-outers cry
Money talks, tip-toe up behind you
Steal what they can, off the cuff or on the sly
Money talks
Money talks
Money talks
Money talks

Welcome back, dys. We've missed you here, cowboy. So happy that you and Diane are well and in good spirits for the upcoming holiday.

Here's our poem for the day by that Frost man.

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Incidentally, listeners, Francis has a good game going but it could use more participation.

Here

for a change, i thought i'd be early with something. incidentally, i'm having a google malfunction, so these may not be the complete lyrics to this Bing Crosby ditty:

Mele kalikimaka is the thing to say
On a bright Hawaiian Christmas day
That's the island greeting that we send to you
From the land where palm trees sway
Here we know that Christmas will be green and bright
The sun will shine by day and all the stars at night
Mele kalikimaka is Hawaii's way
To say merry Christmas to you
:wink:

M.D., welcome back. We have missed you, honu. Love that song, and without your search machine, it just proves what a great memory you have. Thank you for the wonderful greeting. Give this to JM along with the song.




Sweet Leilani, heavenly flower oh.
I dreamt of paradise for two. (My lovely Leilani)
You are my paradise completed. (My lovely Leilani)
You are my dream come true.

Sweet Leilani, heavenly flower oh,
Tropic skies are jealous while they shine. (My lovely Leilani)
I think they're jealous of your blue eyes. (My lovely Leilani)
Jealous because you're mine.

I think they're jealous of your blue eyes. (My lovely Leilani)
Jealous because you're mine.

Sweet Leilani, heavenly flower oh,
Nature's fashion roses kissed with dew. (My lovely Leilani)
And then she placed them in a bower. (My lovely Leilani)
It was the start of you.
My lovely Lei-lan-i.

mahalo for your dedication. i wish i could substantiate your surmise that i recalled the kalikimaka lyrics, but actually, i just listened to it & transcribed them.

Hee, hee. Love that little green laughing man. If honesty is the best policy, M.D., why don't more insurance companies have that name?

Well, folks, perhaps it is too early for holiday greetings, but not for holiday songs.

For our Jewish friends

Oh Chanukah
Oh Chanukah, Oh Chanukah, come light the Menorah,
Let's have a party, we'll all dance the hora.
Gather round the table, we'll give you a treat.
S'vivon to play with, Latkes to eat.
And while we are playing,
The candles are burning low.
One for each night, they shed a sweet light,
To remind us of days long ago;
One for each night, they shed a sweet light,
To remind us of days long ago;

Oh Chanukah, Oh Chanukah, come light the Menorah,
Let's have a party, we'll all dance the hora.
Gather round the table, we'll give you a treat.
S'vivon to play with, Latkes to eat.
And while we are playing,
The candles are burning low.
One for each night, they shed a sweet light,
To remind us of days long ago;
One for each night, they shed a sweet light,
To remind us of days long ago;