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Thanks again, Raggedy puppy, for the trio of famous folks. Well, I guess every kid knows Winnie the Pooh, so in memory of Paul Winchell, how about this one, folks, and we dedicate it to the big kids and the younger kids.(and the teenagers)

Winnie the Pooh Song

Deep in the hundred acre wood,
Where Christopher Robin plays,
You'll find the enchanted neighborhood,
Of Christopher's childhood days.
A donkey named Eeyore is his friend,
And Kanga, and little Roo.
There's Rabbit, and Piglet, and there's Owl,
But most of all Winnie-the-Pooh.

Winnie-the-Pooh,
Winnie-the-Pooh,
Tubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff.
He's Winnie-the-Pooh.
Winnie-the-Pooh.
Willy, nilly, silly, old bear

here's another celebrated bear

Yogi Bear is smarter than the average bear,
Yogi Bear is always in the ranger's hair.
At a picnic table you will find him there
Stuffing down more goodies than the average bear.

He will sleep till noon but before it's dark,
He'll have every picnic basket that's in Jellystone Park.

Yogi has it better than a millionaire
That's because he's smarter than the average bear.

Hey, honu. Great to see you back in the company of an average bear.

Our Bear's child is getting his ears fixed, and we do hope all is well.

Here's another bear song, island man.

With a Ranger's hat and shovel
and a pair of dungarees,
you will find him in the forest
always sniffin' at the breeze.
Scouts stop and pay attention
when he tells 'em to beware,
'cause ev'rybody knows that
he's the Fire Prevention Bear.

Chorus:
Smokey the Bear, Smokey the Bear.
Prowlin' and a growlin' and a sniffin' the air.
He can find a fire before it starts to flame.
That's why they call him Smokey,
That was how he got his name

good evening , listeners !
wanted to cheer you with a pre-christmas song ... and this is what google gave me !
BE OF GOOD CHEER !
hbg

hbg, Welcome back. I thought for certain that your song would be the real "God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman", and I found that a Siberian group combined that carol with this one, Canada.

Hark how the bells.Sweet silver bells
All seem to say
Throw cares away

Christmas is here
Bringing good cheer
To young and old
Meek and the bold
Ding dong ding
That is their song
With joyful ring
All caroling

One seems to hear
Words of good cheer
From everywhere
Filling the air

Oh how they pound
Raising the sound
O'er hill and dale
Telling their tale

Gaily they ring
While people sing
Songs of good cheer
Christmas is here

Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas
Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas
On on they send
On without end
Their joyful tone to every home
Dong ding dong ding

The Beatles - I Should Have Known Better

I should have known better with a girl like you,
that I would love everything that you do;
and I do,
hey, hey, hey,
and I do.

Whoa, oh, I never realized what a kiss could be,
this could only happen to me;
can't you see,
can't you see,

That when I tell you that I love you, oh, you're gonna say
You love me too, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, oh,
And when I ask you to be mine,
you're gonna say you love me too.
You love me too, you love me too.

Thanks, edgar. That's one by the Fab Four that I haven't heard, but the lyrics are lovely. I guess, Texas, we all "...should have know better..." at one time or another.<smile>

Here's one that was inspired by the picture connection, folks.

In Dublins fair city, where the girls are so pretty,
I once met a girl called sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow, through the streets broad and narrow,
Cryng cockles and mussels` Alive alive o

Chorus

Alive alive oh,
Alive alive oh
Crying cockles and mussels,
Alive alive oh.

Verse 2

She wheeled her wheelbarrow through the streets broad and narrow,
Just like her mother and father before
And they wheeled their wheel barrow,
through the streets broad and narrow,
crying cockles and mussels alive alive oh

My love had a fever and no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone,
But her ghost wheels her barrow
through the streets broad and narrow
crying cockles and mussels alive-alive oh.

Ah, Molly, the ghost of Christmas past.

Good morning, WA2K radio audience.

Well, folks, last evening we signed off with a wonderful Irish ballad, and I think today is the birthday of Giacomo Puccini, so let's hear an aria from Madame Butterfly.

One Fine Day (Un Bel Di)

One fine day, we'll notice
A thread of smoke arising
On the sea, in the far horizon
And then, the ship appearing;
Then the trim white vessel
Glides into the harbour,
Thunders forth her canon.
See you? Now he is coming!
I do not go to meet him.
Not I! I stay up on the brow
of the hillock,
And wait there... and wait for
a long time,
But never weary of the
long waiting.
From out of the crowded city,
There is coming a man,
A little speck in the distance,
Climbing the hillock.
Can you guess who it is?
And when he's reached
the summit,
Can you guess what he'll say?
He will call: "Butterfly" from
the distance.
I, without answering,
Hold myself quietly concealed
A bit to tease him and a bit
So as not to die at our
first meeting;
And then, a little troubled he
will call,
"Dear baby wife of mine,
Dear little orange blossom!"
The names he used to call me
when he came here.
This will all come to pass as I
tell you.
Banish your idle fears,
For he will return, I know it!

And for those of you who would like to listen...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qPJ9mic6j_A&NR=1

Ruth Roman
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Born December 22, 1922(1922-12-22)
Lynn, Massachusetts, U.S.
Died September 6, 1999 (aged 76)
Laguna Beach, California, U.S.

Ruth Roman (December 22, 1922 - September 9, 1999) was an American actress.

She was born Norma Roman in the Boston suburb of Lynn, Massachusetts and as a young girl pursued her desire to become an actress by enrolling in the prestigious Bishop Lee Dramatic School in Boston. Following completion of her studies Roman headed to Hollywood where she obtained bit parts in several films before being cast in the title role in the 1945 thirteen episode serial Jungle Queen.

In 1949 she played an important role in the 1949 film, Champion. In one of her most memorable roles, Roman costarred with Farley Granger and Robert Walker in the Alfred Hitchcock thriller Strangers on a Train (1951). She also appeared in the television serial Jungle Queen in the early 1950s.

Married three times, she had one son, Richard, with her first husband, Mortimer Hall. In the 1950 film Three Secrets, she played a distraught mother waiting to learn whether or not her child survived a plane crash. In July 1956, Roman and her four-year-old son were passengers on board the SS Andrea Doria ocean liner. They were separated from each other when the ship collided with another and sank. Roman was rescued and waited at the pier in New York City for her son's safe arrival aboard one of the rescue ships.


Ruth Roman and son after Andrea Doria rescueA stage actress, in 1959 she won the Sarah Siddons Award for her work in Chicago theatre. Although she never achieved the level of success in film that many had originally predicted for her, Roman nevertheless worked regularly in film well into the 1960s after which she began making appearances on television shows and movies including a recurring role in 1965-66 in The Long Hot Summer (TV series 1965-1966), and for the 1986 season of Knots Landing and on Murder She Wrote.

Roman was honored with a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 6672 Hollywood Blvd for her contribution to television.

She died in her sleep at her Laguna Beach, California home in 1999, aged 76.

Maurice Gibb
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia



Background information

Birth name Maurice Ernest Gibb
Born December 22, 1949(1949-12-22)
Douglas, Isle of Man
Died January 12, 2003 (aged 53)
Miami Beach, Florida, U.S.A.
Genre(s) Disco, pop, rock, soft rock,
Occupation(s) Singer-songwriter
Instrument(s) Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Keyboards
Years active fl. ca. 1960s-2003
Associated
acts The Bee Gees

Maurice Ernest Gibb CBE (December 22, 1949 - January 12, 2003), was a musician and singer-songwriter. He was born in Douglas, Isle of Man to English parents.





Biography

Maurice (pronounced Morris), was a twin brother to Robin Gibb, and was the younger of the twins by thirty-five minutes. He is best known as a member of the singing-songwriting trio the Bee Gees, formed with his brothers Robin and Barry. The trio had their start in Australia; their major success came when they returned to England where they had lived for several years as children.

Gibb grew up with his family in Chorlton-cum-Hardy, Manchester, England. In 1958 he and his family moved to Brisbane, Australia, settling in one of the city's poorest suburbs, Cribb Island, which was subsequently demolished to make way for Brisbane Airport.


Career


Maurice Gibb's role in the group focused on melody and arrangements. He sang harmony and backing vocals, and played a variety of instruments. Very early on in 1965 and 1966 he played lead guitar, but as early as 1966 he was playing other keyboard and string instruments in the studio. Bee Gees records from 1967 to 1972 are dominated by Maurice playing piano and bass guitar, along with mellotron ("Every Christian Lion Hearted Man" and "Kilburn Towers"), rhythm guitar (along with Barry), and other parts. The piano on songs like "Words" and "Lonely Days" is the Maurice Gibb sound. On stage he usually played bass guitar, with an additional musician taking bass when Maurice switched to piano. Maurice was less influential in the disco Bee Gees sound of 1975 to 1979, when he played mostly bass guitar.[1] After that time for the last twenty years of his life he played primarily electronic keyboard instruments on stage and in the studio, but occasional lead guitar (like the acoustic on "This Is Where I Came In", 2001).[2] In the reunited Bee Gees from 1987 onward Maurice was the group's resident expert on all technical phases of recording, and he coordinated musicians and engineers to create much of the group's sound.

As a songwriter Maurice contributed mainly to melody, with his brothers, for the most part, writing the lyrics that they would sing on the finished song. It is difficult to identify his contributions because the songs were so shaped to the singer, but his brothers' continued writing collaboration with him on solo projects shows how much they relied on him. Maurice sang lead on average one song per album. He was sometimes known as "the quiet one" for his less obvious contributions to the group, but privately he was a good teller of stories who immensely enjoyed talking with fans. His reputation as a mild-mannered stabilising influence with two very ambitious brothers continued through his life.[3]

Away from the Bee Gees, Maurice recorded but did not release a solo album in 1970, and in the same year he appeared in a short-lived West End musical, Sing a Rude Song. During the Bee Gees hiatus in the 1980s he worked with both Barry and Robin on their solo projects, and did some instrumental writing and recording including the soundtrack for the film "A Breed Apart". In 1986 he produced and co-wrote an entire album for Swedish singer Carola. Of these and other projects the only disks released under his own name were two singles: "Railroad" in 1970 and "Hold Her in Your Hand" in 1984.[4]

Maurice's last great project was to produce an album's worth of songs written and sung by his daughter Samantha, which finally appeared in 2005 under the name M E G -- Maurice's initials.[1]


Discography


1970: The Loner (unreleased).
1981: Strings and Things (unreleased).
1984: A Breed Apart (unreleased).
Singles:

1970: Railroad.
1984: Hold Her In Your Hand.
2001: The Bridge (unreleased).
Film Scores:

1984: A Breed Apart.
1985: The Supernaturals.
Musicals:

1970: Sing A Rude Song.
Productions:

1970: Tin Tin; Tin Tin.
1971: Tin Tin; Astral Taxi.
1979: Osmonds; Steppin' Out.
1986: Carola; Runaway.
2005: MEG

[edit] Noteworthy
The Maurice Gibb album track, "Man In The Middle" was #1 for three weeks in March, 2005 in the country of Turkey.


Personal life

Gibb was married to the Scottish pop star Lulu from 1969 to 1973; they had no children, and the pressure of their respective commitments led to their divorce.

Together with his second wife Yvonne, Gibb had two children: Adam and Samantha.

Gibb loved the sport of paintball, and had a team which he called the Royal Rat Rangers, a reference to his being named a Commander of the British Empire, and to his time at the Little River AA group, where the members referred to each other as "river rats." He promoted the sport at every opportunity, and opened a paintball equipment shop, "Commander Mo's Paintball Shop," in North Miami Beach, Florida.


Death

Maurice Gibb died unexpectedly at a Miami Beach, Florida, hospital on January 12, 2003, of complications resulting from a twisted intestine. Following his death, his surviving brothers Barry and Robin announced that they would no longer perform as the Bee Gees.


Awards

In 1994, Maurice Gibb was inducted into the Songwriters Hall of Fame, and in 1997 was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. His catalogue is published by BMG Music Publishing.

In 2002, Maurice was made a Commander of the British Empire (CBE), along with his brothers, but the awards were not presented until 2004, after Maurice's death; his son Adam accompanied Barry and Robin to Buckingham Palace for the ceremony.

Old Age Alphabet

A's for arthritis,
B's the bad back,
C's the chest pains - perhaps car-d-iac?

D is for dental decay and decline,
E is for eyesight, can't read that top line!
F is for fissures and fluid retention,
G is for gas which I'd rather not mention.

H is high blood pressure - I'd rather it low;
I is for incisions with scars you can show...
J is for joints, out of socket, won't mend,
K is for knees that crack when they bend.

L is for libido, what happened to sex?
M is for memory, I forget what comes next.
N is neuralgia, in nerves way down low;
O is for osteo, the bones that don't grow!

P is for prescriptions, I have quite a few, just give me a pill and I'll be good as new!
Q is for queasy, is it fatal or flu?
R is for reflux, one meal turns to two.

S is for sleepless nights, counting my fears,
T is for Tinnitus - there's bells in my ears!
U is for urinary... big troubles with flow;
V is for vertigo, that's "dizzy," you know.

W is for worry - NOW what's going 'round?
X is for X ray, and what might be found;
Y is another year I'm left here behind,
Z is for zest that I still have - in my mind.

I've survived all the symptoms, my body's deployed, and I am keeping twenty-six doctors fully employed!

Good morning WA2K.

Peggy Ashcroft, Ruth Roman, Maurice Gibb




and a Happy 71st to that sweet hotel manager in "Pretty Woman", Hector Elizondo, and 45th to Ralph Fiennes





Beautiful Butterfly aria, Letty. Thank you. But, who is singing?

and in case you'd like to listen, another great Puccini offering

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z2R_KS9J9mU

Lullaby of Spring

Rain has showered far her drip
Splash and trickle running,
Plant has flowered in the sand
Shell and pebble sunning.

So begins another spring,
Green leaves and of berries,
Chiff-chaff eggs are painted by
Mother bird eating cherries.

In the misty tangled sky
Fast a wind is blowing,
In the new-born rabbit's heart
River life is flowing.

So begins another spring,
Green leaves and of berries,
Chiff-chaff eggs are painted by
Mother bird eating cherries.

From the dark and wetted soil,
Petals are unfolding.
From the stony village kirk,
Easter bells of old ring.

So begins another spring,
Green leaves and of berries,
Chiff-chaff eggs are painted by
Mother bird eating cherries.

Rain has showered far her drip
Splash and trickle running,
Plant has flowered in the sand
Shell and pebble sunning.

So begins another spring,
Green leaves and of berries,
Chiff-chaff eggs are painted by
Mother bird eating cherries.

Donovan

Hey, Raggedy, thanks to you and the hawkman for the background on the celebs and the faces to match.

The aria was sung by Maria Callas. Remember her, pup? She was associated with Jackie O's second husband, Ari.

Pavarotti was marvelous, I must admit. Ah, how I enjoy listenting the the classics, folks.

Here's a tribute to Maurice, folks


Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a woman's man: no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm.
I've been kicked around since I was born.
And now it's all right - it's O.K. -
And you may look the other way.
We can try to understand the New York Times' effect on man.
Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother,
You're stayin alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin' and ev'rybody shakin'
and we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, Stayin' Alive.
Well now, I get low and I get high
And if I can't get either I really try.
Got the wings of heaven on my shoes
I'm a dancin' man and I just can't lose.
You know it's all right, it's O.K.
I'll live to see another day.
We can try to understand the New York Times' effect on man.
Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother,
You're stayin alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin' and ev'rybody shakin'
and we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, Stayin' Alive.
Life goin' nowhere. Somebody help me.
Somebody help, me, yeah.
Life goin' nowhere. Somebody help, me, yeah.
Stayin' Alive

Oops, edgar, missed your Donovan song, Texas. Loved the thought of spring, and thank you.

How about a little jazz, y'all, by John Coltrane. It happens to be my "telling song". <smile>


Everytime we say goodbye
I die a little
Everytime we say goodbye
I wonder why a little
Why the gods above me
Who must be in the know
Think so little of me
They allow you to go

When you're near
There's such an air
Of spring about it
I can hear a lark somewhere
Begin to sing about it
There's no love song finer
But how strange the change
From major to minor
Everytime we say goodbye

There's no love song finer
But how strange the change
From major to minor
Everytime we say goodbye

and here is that fabulous man.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5tjlz3DYmTw

Thank you, Letty. Maria sounds a lot different on my Lucia Di Lammermoor CD. Must be because she went mad in the moors.

That Youtube is certainly addictive, isn't it?

Certainly is, Raggedy. Listening to Schubert's Serenade and in ENGLISH.

Trouble is, all, that I cannot understand the words


So good to hear from my son and daughter. Makes me get into the spirit of Christmas.

Don't think that I would like Christmas every day, however, but Christmas everywhere is fine.

Bette Midler

It seem like happiness is just a thing called Joe.
He's got a smile that makes the lilacs want to grow.
He's got a way that makes the angels heave a sigh
When they know little Joe's passing by.
Sometimes the cabin's gloomy and the table's bare,
But then he'll kiss me and it's Christmas everywhere.
Troubles fly away and life is easy go.
Does he love me good? That's all I need to know.
Seems like happiness is just a thing called Joe.
[
Sometimes the cabin's gloomy and the table's bare,
But then he'll kiss me and it's Christmas everywhere.
Troubles fly away and life is easy go.
Does he love me good? That's all I need to know.
Seems like happiness is just a thing called Joe.
Little Joe, my little Joe, little Joe.

It is raining and dark, folks, and as I drove home on the wet black top of A1A, I thought of this man and his songs, specifically this one.

Desafinado (English)

Antonio Carlos Jobim/Newton Ferriera de Mendonca

If you say my singing is off key, my love
You would hurt my feelings, don't you see, my love ?
I wish I had an ear like yours,
A voice that would behave
All I have is feeling
And the voice God gave

You insist my music goes against the rules
Yes, but rules were never made for lovesick fools
I wrote this song for you
But you don't care
It's a crooked song, ah,
But my heart is there

The thing that you would see if you would play the part
Is even if I'm out of tune I have a gentle heart
I took your picture with my trusty Rolliflex
And now all I have developed is complex

Possibly in vain, I hope you weaken, oh my love
And forget those rigid rules that undermine my dream of
A life of love and music with someone who'll understand

That even though I may be out of tune when I attempt to say
How much I love you
And all that matters is the message that I bring,
Which is, my dear one, I love you

A very interesting discussion here that inspired this song

http://www.able2know.org/forums/viewtopic.php?t=108936

Jim Croce
I'll Have to Say I Love You in a Song



[ C#dim7 = ; Capo 2 ]

Well, I know it's kinda late, I hope I didn't wake you
What I gotta say can't wait, I know you'd understand
'Cause every time I tried to tell you, the words just came out wrong
So I'll have to say I love you, in a song

/ Gmaj7 Bm7 Am7 D7 / / C C#dim7 B7 EmC / G D7 C G /

Yeah, I know it's kinda strange, every time I'm near you
I just run out of things to say, I know you'd understand
'Cause every time I try to tell you, the words just came out wrong
So I have to say I love you, in a song
'Cause every time the time was right all the words just came out wrong
So I'll have to say I love you, in a song

Yeah, I know it's kinda late, I hope I didn't wake you
But there's something that I just gotta say, I know you'd understand
Every time I tried to tell you, the words just came out wrong
So I'll have to say I love you, in a song