Here's Tom with the weather...
I wish Tom would go away and take his dang rainy weather with him.
Singing in the Rain
Gene Kelly
I'm singin' in the rain
Just singin' in the rain,
What a glorious feeling,
I'm happy again.
I'm laughing at clouds
So dark, up above,
The sun's in my heart
And I'm ready for love.
Let the stormy clouds chase.
Everyone from the place,
Come on with the rain
Have a smile on your face.
I'll walk down the lane
With a happy refrain
And singin'
Just singin' in the rain.
You are my Sunshine
Gene Autry
You are my sunshine
My only sunshine.
You make me happy
When skies are grey.
You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away
The other nite, dear,
As I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms.
When I awoke, dear,
I was mistaken
And I hung my head and cried.
You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine.
You make me happy
When skys are grey.
You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.
Please don't take my sunshine away.
Cyracuz wrote:Here's Tom with the weather...
Yeah, who's Tom?
Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothin' seems to fit
Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'
So I just did me some talkin' to the sun
And I said I didn't like the way he got things done
Sleepin' on the job
Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'
But there's one thing I know
The blues they send to meet me won't defeat me
It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me
Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Cryin's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because I'm free
Nothin's worryin' me
It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me
Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Cryin's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because I'm free
Nothin's worryin' me
From Donald Fagen
A shadow crossed the blue Miami sky
As we hit the causeway by the big hotel
We fought
Now I can't remember why
After all the words were said and tears were gone
We vowed we'd never say goodbye
When we kissed we could hear the sound of thunder
As we watched the regulars rush the big hotels
We kissed again as the showers swept the Florida shore
You opened your umbrella
But we walked between the raindrops back to your door
In my dreams I can hear the sound of thunder
I can see the causeway by the big hotels
That happy day we'll find each other on that Florida shore
You'll open your umbrella
And we walk between the raindrops back to your door
Frank Sinatra
Come Rain Or Come Shine
I'm gonna love you like nobody's loved you
Come rain or come shine
High as a mountain and deep as a river
Come rain or come shine
I guess when you met me, it was just one of those things
But don't you ever bet me, 'cause I'm gonna be true if you let me
You're gonna love me like nobody's loved me
Come rain or come shine
We'll be happy together, unhappy together
Now won't that be just fine?
The days may be cloudy or sunny
We're in or we're out of the money
But I'm with you always
I'm with you rain or shine
Days may be cloudy or sunny
We're in or we're out of the money
I'm with you, baby
I'm with you rain or shine
Isn't it marvelous, listeners, how together we all are?
While we pause to discover who the mysterious and illusive Tom is, how about a little Penny Lane.
Panz, don't ask me why your Miami song reminded me of the Beatles.If I had words to Miami Rhumba, I would do that for our audience.
Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
of every head he's had the pleasure to know
And all the people that come and go stop to say hello
On the corner is a banker with a motor car
the little children laugh at him behind his back
And the banker never wears a "mac" in the pouring rain
Very strange
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
Wet beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit and meanwhile back in
Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass
And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen
He likes to keep his fire engine clean
It's clean machine
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my ears
Full of fish and finger pies
in summer meanwhile back
Behind the shelter in the middle of the roundabout
A pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
And though she feels as if she's in a play
She is anyway
Penny Lane, the barber shaves another customer
We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim
And then the fireman rushes in from the pouring rain
very strange
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
Wet beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit and meanwhile back
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
Penny Lane
Someone once did an analysis to certain of the Beatles tunes. (must have been a rainy day) and came up with the idea that Penny Lane had allusions of a risque nature.
Bob snuck one in on us, folks, but it was a goodun.
Hey, all. How about a little Earth, Wind, and Fire:
I would be so willing to give you all I got
You're a special lady, forget me not
I could be so tender, for the likes of you
Let my heart surrender
And love goes on
On and on
Your heart beats strong
As love goes on
Everyday, I'm wishing for that day to come
Feeling superstitious hoping she's the one
One day I'm lonely, next with plenty smiles
Love I find amusing
And love goes on
On and on
Your heart beats strong
As love goes on
Oh, oh, oh, and if we can't work it out
You should know, without a doubt
I will always be the one you can turn to
A friend until the end, no matter where we've been
Sometimes you can't hold on
You got to give it space ¨c yea yea
And love goes on
On and on
Your heart beats strong
As love goes on
Baby we can work it out
Yes I really love you, and without a doubt
I can make you happy,
Plant good memory that will last forever
And love goes on
On and on
Your heart beats strong
As love goes on.
Mathos has an interesting thread about Zimmerman/Dylan, and it made me consider why people in the music business choose the stage names that they do? I understand about nom de plumes in books, but why in music, do you think.
When we had an eight piece band, we called it The Robert Bruce Orchestra. (an allusion to music for the middle ages). Very few people for whom we played, ever understood the meaning, but I was stunned to learn that Sir Elton's name was NOT originally Elton John.
i was remionded of this quote from "alice through the looking glass" today
"I see nobody on the road," said Alice.
"I only wish I had such eyes," the King remarked in a fretful tone. "To be able to see Nobody! And at that distance too! Why, it's as much as I can do to see real people, by this light."
the dj on a local radio show this morning was telling everybody how nice it was to walk outside this weekend and see the chirping of the birds
what incredible eyesight he must have
actually, i guess this quote fits the story better
"Only I don't sing it," he added, as an explanation.
"I see you don't," said Alice.
"If you can see whether I'm singing or not, you've sharper eyes than most," Humpty Dumpty remarked sharply.
dj, Possibly the most insightful philosophy of our century was done by Lewis Carrol.
AHA! your quote by Humpty made me realize who TOM is. He is none other than Tom Swift and his rapid transit.
"I need a pencil sharpener," said Tom bluntly.
"Oops! There goes my hat!" said Tom off the top of his head.
"I can no longer hear anything," said Tom deftly.
"I have a split personality," said Tom, being frank.
if you like old childrens recordings, this is a great site
they offer a new selection each week
kiddie records weekly
dj, I recognize almost every children's tale on the site that you supplied. As a matter of record, my friend. I have told (and sang) them often to my wee bairns.
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette, je te plumerai.
Je te plumerai la tête
Je te plumerai la tête
Et la tête, (1)
Et la tête, (2)
Alouette, (1)
Alouette, (2)
Ooooh . . .
2. Alouette, gentille Alouette,
Alouette, je te plumerai.
Je te plumerai le bec,
Je te plumerai le bec,
Et la tête, (1)
Et la tête, (2)
Et le bec, (1)
Et le bec, (2)
Alouette, (1)
Alouette, (2)
Ooooh . . .
Pooooorrrrrr, lark.
How often, listeners, have we seen bird imagery among our music and our history.
You were once writing a children's book, edgar. So many chickens come home to roost.
Odd, that you should bring up the title, "Why I love and hate my Brothers", as it reminded me of the theme from The Scarlet Ibis, "a cruelty bourne by the stream of love."
Well, listeners, Letty and Alouette must be off to fix an omelette. <smile>
Omelette, fluffy omelette,
Eggs and cheese and olives in the mix.
Add hot peppers and you'll see
That our eyes are wa-ter-ry.
eau en France,
eau en France.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
In other words,
Later, folks
Fat and Full as the saying goes, listeners. and before I retire for the evening a news item:
Press Writer
NEW HAVEN, Conn. - As art restorers in London inspected a 230-year-old painting by master landscape artist William Hodges, they noticed the canvas was thicker in some areas than others.
AP Photo
Using an X-ray machine, they peered behind the lush greens of New Zealand and discovered the oldest known painting of Antarctica.
The X-ray revealed two icebergs, painted during Captain James Cook's historic expedition below the Antarctic circle. Until the National Maritime Museum in London made the discovery last year, historians believed that only sketches of the frozen continent had been produced.
"In the history of art, there's nothing comparable," said Angus Trumble, curator at the Yale Center for British Art, where the Hodges painting and the accompanying X-ray are on temporary display for their only U.S. appearance.
The discovery ignited a discussion over why Hodges endured frigid temperatures, fog and wind to capture the first image of the frozen continent, only to paint over it months later.
Cook had set out in 1772 to discover "Terra Australis Incognita," the mythical southern continent. Hodges was aboard the HMS Resolution to document the voyage, on which Cook spent nearly four months circumnavigating Antarctica.
"It put the final nail in the coffin that there wasn't a big land mass there suitable for commercial exploitation," said Brian Sandford, head of the U.S. chapter of the Captain Cook Society.
Painting the polar landscape would have made sense, experts agree, as it had never been seen before. And forensic analysis showed that Hodges took the time to complete the work. Yet when the Resolution left Antarctica and made its first stop in New Zealand, Hodges immediately turned on his iceberg canvas and painted his "View in Pickersgill Harbour, Dusky Bay Sound, New Zealand."
One theory is that the brutal weather destroyed some of Hodges' supplies, forcing him to reuse a canvas. Others suggest the bleak polar landscape didn't fit the popular style.
"Perhaps he said, 'Who paints icebergs?'" Isabel Stuebe, a Hodges biographer and scholar, said. "It wouldn't have met the standards for classic landscape composition. There was nothing in the foreground. It was more of a record of something as a scene rather than an artistic composition."
Or maybe four months in Antarctic waters were enough to make Hodges want to erase the artistic record of such a a perilous voyage.
"In a way, it's very understandable for Hodges to immediately be determined to paint this lush safe haven of New Zealand," Trumble said.
The painting, which is part of the traveling exhibit "William Hodges, 1744-1797: The Art of Exploration," is on display at Yale until April 24. It then moves to the Auckland Art Gallery in New Zealand.
And for my goodnight poem:
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.
Goodnight, all.
From Letty with love.
Ooh, here's a song that kept going through my mind as I drove through scenery that is so stunningly beautiful:
by Bing Crosby
Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above,
Don't fence me in.
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love,
Don't fence me in.
Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze,
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees,
Send me off forever but I ask you please,
Don't fence me in.
Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies.
On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise.
I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
And I can't look at hovels and I can't stand fences
Don't fence me in.
Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies,
Don't fence me in.
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love,
Don't fence me in.
Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please,
Don't fence me in
Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies
On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise.
Ba boo ba ba boo.
I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
And I can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences
Don't fence me in.
News from Norway.
The telli told me some time ago, and I don't know if the message has reached overseas yet, so here it goes:
A farmer on the west coast of Norway has developed a method that can turn deserts into savannahs. It is a powder, one hundred percent organic and chemically processed, that is strewn over the sand. The powder functions as a sunscreen, reflecting a higher portion of the sun's rays, resulting in a temperature loss in the ground of just above 20 degrees celcius. This is suficcient that moisture can be contained in the ground, even in sahara, the most hostile of all deserts. Plants will be able to grow where relentless heat used to make it impossible.
Isn't this great news? I am abuzz with the implications.
