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Dylan

Buckets of rain
Buckets of tears
Got all them buckets coming out of my ears
Buckets of moonbeams in my hand
You got all the love honey baby
I can stand.

I been meek
And hard like and oak
I seen pretty people disappear like smoke
Friends will arrive friends will disappear
If you want me honey baby
I'll be there.

I like your smile
And your fingertips
I like the way that you move your lips
I like the cool way you look at me
Everything about you is bringing me
Misery.

Little red wagon
Little red bike
I ain't no monkey but I know what I like
I like the way you love me strong and slow
I'm taking you with me honey baby
When I go.

Life is sad
Life is a bust
All ya can do is do what you must
You do what you must do and ya do it well
I'll do it for you honey baby
Can't you tell ?

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Priests
Leonard Cohen

And who will write love songs for you
when I am lord at last
and your body is some little highway shrine
that all my priests have passed,
that all my priests have passed?

My priests they will put flowers there,
they will stand before the glass,
but they'll wear away your little window lawn
they will trample on the grass,
they will trample on the grass.

And who will aim the arrow
that men will follow through your grace
when I am lord of memory
and all your armour has turned to lace,
and all your armour has turned to lace?

The simple life of heroes,
and the twisted life of saints,
they just confuse the sunny calendar
with their red and golden paints,
with their red and golden paints.

And all of you have seen the dance,
that God has kept from me,
but he has seen me watching you
when all your minds were free
when all your minds were free.

And who will write love songs for you
when I am lord at last
and your body is some little highway shrine
that all my priests have passed,
that all my priests have passed?

My priests they will put flowers there,
they will stand before the glass,
but they'll wear away your little window lawn
they will trample on the grass,
they will trample on the grass.

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Quite a pair you're playing there, edgar and dys.

A brief commentery on the duet, folks.

Bob Dylan and Leonard Cohen represent two highly contrasting directions from which the attempt to restore significance and integrity of vision to the popular song can be made. Bob Dylan is the child runaway who became a professional songwriter by deliberate hard work, and whose emergence as a poet of some talent seems to have been accidental, almost as if he had unconsciously realized that good songs have to contain reasonably good lyric poetry. Leonard Cohen is a university-educated formalistic poet who has moved in an opposite direction with his recent discovery that a good lyric poem could equally be a good song. Dylan brings to poetry a spontaneity of rhythm and a resourcefulness in imagery that had long been qualities of American folk music, as in that of Huddie Ledbetter or of Dylan's own idol, Woodie Guthrie. Cohen takes to the poem as a popular song a scholarly precision of language and an obsession for extemal form.

I thought it would never happen
To all the people that I became
My body lost in these legends
And the beast so very tame
But here, right here
Between the birthmark and the stain
Between the ocean and the rain
Between the snowman and the rain
Once again and again
Love tries to call you by your name.

Leonard Cohen

I saw a new born baby with wild wolves all around it,
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin',
I saw a roomful of men with their hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall.

Bob Dylan

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More synchronicity, folks. I am watching Hurricane with Denzel Washington, and Bob Dylan and Jaques Levy wrote the song.

Just one chorus, however, as I think the dys did this one a long time ago.

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Goodnight
From Letty with love

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Dylan got sued by Patty Valentine, for putting her in the song. She said it made her cry when she heard it. I don't recall how they settled.

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Good morning, WA2K folks. It is enlightening to learn about the background of certain artists. It makes the music a mite more comprehensible, but just as Sir Francis Bacon observed about books:

Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested: that is, some books are to be read only in parts, others to be read, but not curiously, and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention.

I feel that it is the same way with music, and I appreciate edgar's bit of info on Dylan. Thanks, Texas.

Well, it appears that today is the birthday of one Johnny Rodriguez, so here's another "hitch-hiker's guide to the galaxy".

Ridin My Thumb To Mexico
Johnny Rodriguez

When You're going where you've been
And a lonesome song can make you cry
Time and time again
If I'd listened to a friend of mine ten
Years ago today, I'd have a better job
Than what I've got today

But the billboards on the highway and the
brake lights on the cars Make me jump out on the highway
with my bag and my guitar
If she comes or if she goes it doesn't matter
Anymore cause i'm ridin' my thumb to Mexico

Ridin' my thumb to Mexico
It don't matter when or how I go
I'm ridin' my thumb til I see her again
I'm ridin my thumb to Mexico

The reason why she left me's not the reason that I'm here;
I'm a travlin' kind of man, just need a change of atmosphere.
If there's any place I haven't been at all that's where I'll go
So I'm ridin' my thumb to Mexico

Ridin' my thumb to Mexico
It don't matter when or how I go
I'm ridin' my thumb til I see her again
I'm ridin my thumb to Mexico

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Good morning. Very Happy

I was surprised to see that Wikipedia didn't list Johnny Rodriguez in today's birthdays. I like his voice. Glad you noticed, Letty. He deserves a Happy 56th Birthday wish.

and a Happy 47th to actor/director Kenneth Branagh who is on Wikipedia's list of Dec. 1O birthdays.

http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/40971000/jpg/_40971852_branagh_bbc203.jpg

and a Good Day to all.

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Thanks again, dear Raggedy for providing us with such interesting faces. I cannot believe, folks, that a man from Northern Ireland did Shakespeare. What a delight.

Here are two wonderful soliloquies from Love's Labour Lost done by that Irishman, but perhaps in another form.

First spring, then winter

Spring.
When daisies pied and violets blue
And lady-smocks all silver-white
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo;
Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!
When shepherds pipe on oaten straws
And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks,
When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws,
And maidens bleach their summer smocks
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo;
Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!Winter.

Winter
When icicles hang by the wall
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail
And Tom bears logs into the hall
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipp'd and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit;
Tu-who, a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
When all aloud the wind doth blow
And coughing drowns the parson's saw
And birds sit brooding in the snow
And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit;
Tu-who, a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

Thank you, Kenneth Branagh.

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If you want a great laugh, folks, visit Francis' thread about Italians.

here

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Letty wrote:

as Sir Francis Bacon observed about books:

Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested: that is, some books are to be read only in parts, others to be read, but not curiously, and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention.

that's almost as good as Dorothy Parker's observation about a book:

This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force. Laughing

i can think of a few novels that merit that assessment. :wink:

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here's a seasonal song (sniff) by brother Ray Charles & sister Betty Carter i believe:

I really can't stay - Betty, it's cold outside
I've got to go away - Betty, it's cold out there
This evening has been - Been hoping that you'd drop in
So very nice - I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice
My mother will start to worry - Beautiful what your hurry
And father will be pacing the floor - Listen to that fireplace roar
So really I'd better scurry - Beautiful, please don't hurry
Well, maybe just a half a drink more - Why don't you put some records on while I pour
And the neighbors might think - Betty it's bad out there
Say, what's in this drink? - No cabs to be had out there
I wish I knew how - Your eyes are like starlight now
To break the spell - I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell
I ought to say no, no, no sir - Mind if I move in closer?
At least I'm gonna say that I tried - What's the sense of hurtin' my pride?
I really can't stay - Baby don't hold out
Ah but it's cold outside

I simply must go - Betty it's cold outside
The answer is no - I say, it's cold out there
The welcome has been - How lucky that you dropped in
So nice and warm - Look out that window, man that's hard
My sister will be suspicious - Gosh, your lips look delicious
My brother will be there at the door - Waves upon a tropical shore
My maiden aunt's mind is vicious - Gosh, your lips are delicious
Well maybe just a cigarette more - Oh, never such a blizzard before
I've got to go home - Betty, you'll freeze out there
Say, lend me your comb - It's up to your knees out there
You've really been grand - I thrill when you touch my hand
But don't you see - How can you do this thing to me
There's bound to be talk tomorrow - Think of my lifelong sorrow
At least there will be plenty implied - If you caught pneumonia and died
I really can't stay - Get over that old lie
Ah but it's cold out side

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M.D., I really did throw one book that I read up against the wall. I was just a kid, and read Typee by you know who. I kept waiting to see if those people were cannibals. Silly little Letty didn't know there was a sequel call Omoo. Did you know that Nathaniel Hawthorne encouraged Melville to make an allegory out of Moby Dick?

Love that song, honu, and I don't even have the sniffles. Razz

No sleigh bells here, however:

"Winter Wonderland"

Sleigh bells ring
Are you listening
In the lane
Snow is glistening
A beautiful sight
We're happy tonight
Walking in a winter wonderland

Gone away is the bluebird
Here to stay is the new bird
He sings a love song
As we go along
Walking in a winter wonderland

In the meadow we can build a snowman
Then pretend he is Parson Brown
He'll say: Are you married?
We'll say: No man
But we can do the job
When you're in town

Later on
We'll conspire
As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid
The plans that we've made
Walking in a winter wonderland.

I hope all our listeners will check out that link that I just gave. It made me "LOL out loud". Razz

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The movie, is being shown on Bravo tonight!

edgarblythe wrote:

One of the best Christmas songs was written the year I was born.

White Christmas
Irving Berlin 1942

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten
and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white

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good evening listeners !
just back from a great weekend in toronto where we saw AND HEARD (!) THE PRESERVATION HALL JAZZ BAND and DIRTY DANCING .
both absolutely terrific !
also bought a ten-disc cd-set SWINGTIME - starting with woody herman's AT THE WOODCHOPPERS BALL and ending (ten hours later Shocked

) with BASIE STRIDES AGAIN . so the station should be well supplied with some good swing music for a while .

but to get things started here are the boys from the preservation hall with :

SHAKE IT AND BREAK IT !

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Quote:

You can shake it, you can break it,
you can hang it on the wall
Throw it out the window, catch it 'fore it roll
You can shake it, you can break it,
you can hang it on the wall
...it out the window, catch it 'fore it falls
My jelly, my roll, sweet mama, don't let it fall
Everybody have a jelly roll like mine, I lives in town
I, ain't got no brown, I, an' I want it now
My jelly, my roll, sweet mama, don't let it fall
You can snatch it, you can grab it, you can break it,
you can twist it, any way that I love to get it
I, had my right mind since I, I blowed this town
My jelly, my roll, sweet mama, don't let it fall
Jus' shake it, you can break it,
you can hang it on the wall
.. it out the window, catch it 'fore it falls
You can break it, you can hang it on the wall
...it out the window, catch it 'fore it...
My jelly, my roll, sweet mama, don't let it fall
I ain't got nobody here but me and myself
I, stay blue all the time, aw, when the sun goes down
My jelly, my roll, sweet mama, don't let it fall
You can shake it, you can break it,
you can hang it on the wall
... it out the window, catch it 'fore it fall
You can break it, you can hang it on the wall
...it out the window, catch...
My jelly, my roll, sweet mama, don't let it fall
You can snatch it, you can grab it,
you can break it, you can twist it,
any way that I love to get it
I, had my right mind, I, be worried sometime
'Bout a jelly, my roll, sweet mama, don't let it fall
Just shake it, you can break it,
you can hang it on the wall
... it out the window, catch it 'fore it falls
You can break it, you can hang it on the wall
...it out the window, catch it 'fore it falls
My jelly, my roll, sweet mama, don't let it fall
I know I been to town, I, I walked around
I, start leavin' town, I, I fool around
My jelly, my roll, sweet mama, don't let it fall
Just shake it, you can break it,
you can hang it on the wall
... it out the window, catch it 'fore it falls
You can break it, you can hang it on the wall
...it out the window, catch it 'fore it...
My jelly, my roll, sweet mama, don't let it fall
Jus' shake it, you can break it,
you can hang it on the wall
... it out the window, catch it 'fore it...
My jelly, my roll, sweet mama, don't let it...

so let's go !
hbg

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I'm Glad you got to see a piece of history! I grew up listening to the orignial members of this band. My father knew many of them and they played at St. Katherine's after Bingo on Sunday evenings! To me, they were a rag-tag bunch of old musicians, taken for granted by a member of the age of Elvis! You have no idea how utterly dumb you are, until you grow up! The last statement was about me, the 60's generation that was supposed to change the world! Now look at it!

When I am lucky enough to get back there, it's like revisiting my past and the rich musical history that Dixieland Jazz, IS! Silly me. Now I comb the internet searching for the music, I ran from! I can't believe myself! Little miss "know-it-all", knows nothing!

Again, I'm so glad you saw them! When the Neville Brothers came to Red Bank, a couple of years ago, I went to see them and cried through the whole thing. I was homesick! Getting homesick, now!

hamburger wrote:

good evening listeners !
just back from a great weekend in toronto where we saw AND HEARD (!) THE PRESERVATION HALL JAZZ BAND and DIRTY DANCING .
both absolutely terrific !
also bought a ten-disc cd-set SWINGTIME - starting with woody herman's AT THE WOODCHOPPERS BALL and ending (ten hours later ) with BASIE STRIDES AGAIN . so the station should be well supplied with some good swing music for a while .

but to get things started here are the boys from the preservation hall with :

SHAKE IT AND BREAK IT !

Quote:
You can shake it, you can break it,
you can hang it on the wall
Throw it out the window, catch it 'fore it roll
You can shake it, you can break it,
you can hang it on the wall
...it out the window, catch it 'fore it falls
My jelly, my roll, sweet mama, don't let it fall
Everybody have a jelly roll like mine, I lives in town
I, ain't got no brown, I, an' I want it now
My jelly, my roll, sweet mama, don't let it fall
You can snatch it, you can grab it, you can break it,
you can twist it, any way that I love to get it
I, had my right mind since I, I blowed this town
My jelly, my roll, sweet mama, don't let it fall
Jus' shake it, you can break it,
you can hang it on the wall
.. it out the window, catch it 'fore it falls
You can break it, you can hang it on the wall
...it out the window, catch it 'fore it...
My jelly, my roll, sweet mama, don't let it fall
I ain't got nobody here but me and myself
I, stay blue all the time, aw, when the sun goes down
My jelly, my roll, sweet mama, don't let it fall
You can shake it, you can break it,
you can hang it on the wall
... it out the window, catch it 'fore it fall
You can break it, you can hang it on the wall
...it out the window, catch...
My jelly, my roll, sweet mama, don't let it fall
You can snatch it, you can grab it,
you can break it, you can twist it,
any way that I love to get it
I, had my right mind, I, be worried sometime
'Bout a jelly, my roll, sweet mama, don't let it fall
Just shake it, you can break it,
you can hang it on the wall
... it out the window, catch it 'fore it falls
You can break it, you can hang it on the wall
...it out the window, catch it 'fore it falls
My jelly, my roll, sweet mama, don't let it fall
I know I been to town, I, I walked around
I, start leavin' town, I, I fool around
My jelly, my roll, sweet mama, don't let it fall
Just shake it, you can break it,
you can hang it on the wall
... it out the window, catch it 'fore it falls
You can break it, you can hang it on the wall
...it out the window, catch it 'fore it...
My jelly, my roll, sweet mama, don't let it fall
Jus' shake it, you can break it,
you can hang it on the wall
... it out the window, catch it 'fore it...
My jelly, my roll, sweet mama, don't let it...

so let's go !
hbg

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Sharon, I just noticed that White Christmas will be on my TV as well. Don't know if edgar will be watching, however.

hbg, welcome back. I know you must have had a grand time, Canada, and although I don't know it, I love your "jelly roll"

Well, I've been having a few problems, folks, so to close, I want to play two great songs. One is in reference to Dirty Dancing, movie style, and the other from a brand new movie that will be playing in December, "P.S. I Love You".

From Dirty Dancing
She's like the wind - patrick swayze

She's like the wind through my tree,
She rides the night next to me
She leads me through moonlight
Only to burn me with the sun
She's taken my heart
But she doesn't know what she's done

CHORUS:
Feel her breath on my face
Her body close to me
Can't look in her eyes
She's out of my league
Just a fool to believe
I have anything she needs
She's like the wind

I look in the mirror and all I see
Is a young old man with only a dream
Am I just fooling myself
That she'll stop the pain
Living without her
I'd go insane

CHORUS:
Feel her breath on my face
Her body close to me
Can't look in her eyes
She's out of my league
Just a fool to believe
I have anything she needs
She's like the wind

I feel your breath on my face
Your body close to me
Can't look in your eyes
Your out of my league
Just a fool to believe
(Just a fool to believe)
She's like the wind
(Just a fool)Just a (to believe)fool to beleive
(She's like the wind)
Just a fool to beleive
(Just a fool to believe)
She's like the wind
She's like the wind

P.S. I Love you(written by Johnny Mercer and this version done by Billie Holiday)

Dear, I thought I'd drop a line
The weather's cool
The folks are fine
I'm in bed each night at nine
PS I love you

Yesterday we had some rain
But all in all I can't complain
Was it dusty on the train
PS I love you

Write to the Brown's just as
soon as you're able
They came around to call
I burned a hole in the dining room table
Now let me think; I guess that's all

Nothing else for me to say
And so I'll close, but by the way
Everybody's thinking of you
P.S. I love you.

Goodnight
From Letty with love

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teenyboone :
we heard the preservation hall band for the first time in the 70's in NYC at lincoln center . all the old ones have passed away long ago - such as the humphrey brothers - willie and percy (they were in their 90's when we heard them last - they could hardly get on stage , but once they put their horns and clarinets to their mouths : SWEET MUSIC !) , james "sing" miller , and just a few years ago narvin kimball . his banjo was rescued from the new orleans flood and is now being used by a younger band member .
their style has changed with the times , but their music is still great .
hbg

PERCY HUMPHREY
- who blew a mean trumpet and had a SWEET VOICE

http://www.loudfrog.com/pictures/1/270106022519.jpg

Quote:

Because of you
Because of you,
There's a song in my heart.
Because of you,
My romance had its start.

Because of you,
The sun will shine.
The moon and stars will say you're mine,
Forever and never to part.

I only live for your love and your kiss.
It's paradise to be near you like this.
Because of you,
My life is now worthwhile,
And I can smile,
Because of you.

Because of you,
There's a song in my heart.
Because of you,
My romance had its start.

Because of you,
The sun will shine.
The moon and stars will say you're mine,
Forever and never to part.

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Hamburger,
I am 63 and I first heard them at the age of 5, in 1949! When I say I grew up with this, I tell no tales. They played at all of the Black Catholic Halls for pennies! Back then New Orleans was segregated. I attended Catholic Schools for 13 years, a Latin speaking Catholic, all my life.

I moved to the East Coast in 1970 and have lived 55 miles south of NYC for the past 37 years. My family still lives in New Orleans, survived Katrina and Rita and are fortunate to have fully recovered, while many families are still, out of state.

I've considered moving back, but after visiting this past June, know now that it's almost impossible, due to the privatizing of the reconstruction and the obstacles in the path of many, who can't return. If you've seen what I saw in the downtown area, you wouldn't consider moving there, either!

I came from a family with "connections"! It's not what you know, but who you know. If I really wanted to move back, my sisters, would make it possible and affordable! I'd miss New York, in a nutshell. I grew up hearing music, flow out of the living rooms, that had a piano in the home, a trumpet player or a singer, such as myself.

I was raised on a myriad of jazz, classical and popular music of the 30's, 40's and 50's. My father taught us the "cakewalk", an early Rag-Time, form of Jazz and I grew up, less than a half mile, from where Louis Armstrong was born.

My father belonged to one of the famous walking clubs called the "Jolly Bunch", with their fancy, decorated umbrellas and "fans". To see these men perform, was a form of ballet/dance/walking, that has almost faded into history. The Alvin Ailey Troupe in New York, "borrows" some of the technique used in their performances. I have a full body portrait of Judith Jamison, now the director, but was once his star performer, hanging in my living room and another, in her red dress, which is autographed.

At my high school dances a little known, local group, called the "Hawkettes", played for 50 cents. They changed their name to the Neville Brothers. I've seen Fats Domino, Pete Fountain, Dave Batholomew, The Meters and Ellis Marsalis, the father of the Famous Marsalis musicians, all at free performances, because these musicians, are part of the Afro-fabric of this great musical city.

My apartment is decorated with all things New Orleans, many are museum quality, because of my "connections". I also have a nice collection of "Fleur-de-Lis" items, from Jewelry to shower hooks and wasn't aware that I had so many of them, incorporated into my decor. The shower hooks are "distressed" bronze replicas. The Fleur, is the symbol of the City, borrowed by the Saints, on thier helmets.

Like I said, I am happy you got to see and "hear" them, because I know that none of them are the original musicians. They were old men, when I was just a tyke!

hamburger wrote:

teenyboone :
we heard the preservation hall band for the first time in the 70's in NYC at lincoln center . all the old ones have passed away long ago - such as the humphrey brothers - willie and percy (they were in their 90's when we heard them last - they could hardly get on stage , but once they put their horns and clarinets to their mouths : SWEET MUSIC !) , james "sing" miller , and just a few years ago narvin kimball . his banjo was rescued from the new orleans flood and is now being used by a younger band member .
their style has changed with the times , but their music is still great .
hbg

PERCY HUMPHREY
- who blew a mean trumpet and had a SWEET VOICE

Quote:
Because of you
Because of you,
There's a song in my heart.
Because of you,
My romance had its start.

Because of you,
The sun will shine.
The moon and stars will say you're mine,
Forever and never to part.

I only live for your love and your kiss.
It's paradise to be near you like this.
Because of you,
My life is now worthwhile,
And I can smile,
Because of you.

Because of you,
There's a song in my heart.
Because of you,
My romance had its start.

Because of you,
The sun will shine.
The moon and stars will say you're mine,
Forever and never to part.

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Carl Perkins
Boppin the Blues

Well, all my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round
All my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round
I love you, baby, but I must be rhythm bound
Well, the doctor told me, Carl you need no pills.
Yes, the doctor told me, boy, you don't need no pills.
Just a handful of nickels, the juke box will cure your ills.
Well, all my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round
All them cats are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round
I love you, baby, but I must be rhythm bound
Well, the old cat bug bit me, man, I don't feel no pain
Yeah, that jitterbug caught me, man, I don't feel no pain.
I still love you baby, but I'll never be the same.
I said, all my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round
All my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round
I love you, baby, but I must be rhythm bound
Well, all my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round
All them cats are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round
I love you, baby, but I must be rhythm bound
Well, grand-pa Don got rhythm and he threw his crutches down.
Oh the old boy Don got rhythm and blues and he threw that crutches down
Grand-ma, he ain't triflin', well the old boy's rhythm bound.
Well, all them cats are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round
All my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round
I love you, baby, but I must be rhythm bound.
A rock bop, rhythm and blues.
A rock bop, rhythm and blues.
A rock rock, rhythm and blues.
A rock rock, rhythm and blues.
Rhythm and blues, it must be goin' round

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Good morning, WA2K radio audience.

Thanks to Sharon, hbg, and edgar for the music and music history. Hey, Texas, something must be going around, and I think I have it.

Odd, I was checking out birthdays of celebs born on this date and I came across one Andy Kirk. I do believe that Arthur Capeheart, one of Bud's dear friends, played with that guy.

Anyway, here is a song done by him and this version is by Fats.

I'd work for you, I'd even slave for you
I'd be a beggar or a knave for you (whatever that is)
And 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 will have to do (gotta 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?
(You want me to rob a bank? Well I won't do it)

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

Listen baby
I'd even sigh for you, I'm 'bout ready to cry for you
I'd tear the stars down from the skies for you
If that isn't love, it'll have to do, baby, yes
Until the real thing comes along
(Here's the real thing, baby)

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