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Good Day! Love it, Letty.

Another thought for the day: " Behind every argument is someone`s ignorance. "


Birthday Celebrities for April 8:

563 BC Buddha (Siddhartha Gautama), religious leader and founder of Buddhism (India; died c. 483 BC)
1460 Ponce de León San Tervas de Campos Spain, Spanish conqueror/explorer, searched for fountain of youth, found Florida (1521)
1614 El Greco [Domenikos Theotokopoulos] Iráklion Crete Greece, painter (View of Toledo) (died 1614)
1893 Mary Pickford, actress (Toronto, Ontario, Canada; died 1979)
1912 Sonja Henie, Olympia champion figure skater (Norway; died 1969)
1918 Betty Ford, First Lady of the United States (Chicago, IL)
1920 Carmen McRae, jazz singer (New York, NY; died 1994)
1921 Virginia O'Brien Los Angeles CA, actress/singer (Gus, Ziegfeld Follies, Thousands Cheer) (died 2001)
1923 Edward Mulhare, Cork Ireland, actor (Daniel Gregg-Ghost & Mrs Muir)(died 1997)
1923 Franco Corelli, opera singer (Ancona, Italy)
1926 Shecky Greene, comedian/actor (Chicago, IL)
1928 John Gavin, actor (Los Angeles, CA)
1929 Jacques Brel, composer/singer (Belgium; died 1978)
1938 Kofi Annan, UN secretary general (Kumasi, Ghana)
1940 John Havlicek, basketball player (Martins Ferry, OH)
1947 Tom DeLay, U.S. representative and House majority whip (Laredo, TX)
1955 Barbara Kingsolver, author (Annapolis, MD)
1962 Julian Lennon, singer/musician and son of John Lennon (Liverpool, England)
1966 Robin Wright Penn, actress (Dallas, TX)
1968 Patricia Arquette, actress (New York, NY)



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Raggedy, I looked very carefully at all your celebs, and settled on Carmen McRae:

Her song; my song as well:

Day by day,
I'm falling more in love with you,
And day by day,
I want you to know.

There isn't any end to my devotion,
It's deeper, dear, by far than any ocean.

I know that day by day,
You're making all my dreams come true.
And come what may,
I want you to know,
I yours alone,
And I'm in love to stay,
As we go through the years
Day by day.

From memory.

She sang so many others that I love, listeners.
"Here's That Rainy Day."
"Gloomy Sunday"

And look at that lovely lady of the ice.<smile>

Back later, folks. Have things that need to be done.

Thank you, Raggedy, for posting this...

Here the English version of Jacques Brel's song "Ne me quitte pas",

"If You Go Away"

If you go away on this summer day,
Then you might as well take the sun away;
All the birds that flew in the summer sky,
When our love was new and our hearts were high;
When the day was young and the night was long,
And the moon stood still for the night bird's song.
If you go away, if you go away, if you go away.
But if you stay, I'll make you a day
Like no day has been, or will be again;
We'll sail the sun, we'll ride on the rain,
We'll talk to the trees and worship the wind.
Then if you go, I'll understand,
Leave me just enough love to fill up my hand,
If you go away, if you go away, if you go away.
If you go, as I know you will, you must tell the world to stop turning
Till you return again, if you ever do, for what good is love
without loving you,
Can I tell you now, as you turn to go, I'll be dying slowly till
the next hello,
If you go away, if you go away, if you go away.
But if you stay, I'll make you a night
Like no night has been, or will be again.
I'll sail on your smile, I'll ride on your touch,
I'll talk to your eyes that I love so much.
But if you go, go, I won't cry,
Though the good is gone from the word goodbye,
If you go away, if you go away, if you go away.
If you go away, as I know you must,
There'll be nothing left in the world to trust,
Just an empty room, full of empty space,
Like the empty look I see on your face.
I'd have been the shadow of your shadow
If I thought it might have kept me by your side.
If you go away, if you go away, if you go away.

Bob likes my posted poems? That's good! There's plenty more weird and wonderful stuff out there. What about the green eye of the little yellow god and the story of Mad Carew?

Well if Francis posts English songs I guess I'm allowed to post French. Solveig my ex lived in Paris for the year before we met and heard Edith Piaf sing in person. The following is one of her best.

Milord

Edith Piaf



Allez, venez, Milord!
Vous asseoir à ma table;
Il fait si froid, dehors,
Ici c`est confortable.
Laissez-vous faire, Milord
Et prenez bien vos aises,
Vos peines sur mon coeur
Et vos pieds sur une chaise
Je vous connais, Milord,
Vous n`m`avez jamais vue
Je ne suis qu`une fille du port,
Qu`une ombre de la rue...
Pourtant j`vous ai frôlé
Quand vous passiez hier,
Vous n`étiez pas peu fier,
Dame! Le ciel vous comblait:
Votre foulard de soie
Flottant sur vos épaules,
Vous aviez le beau rôle,
On aurait dit le roi...
Vous marchiez en vainqueur
Au bras d`une demoiselle
Mon Dieu!... Qu`elle était belle...
J`en ai froid dans le coeur...

Allez, venez, Milord!
Vous asseoir à ma table;
Il fait si froid, dehors,
Ici c`est confortable.
Laissez-vous faire, Milord,
Et prenez bien vos aises,
Vos peines sur mon coeur
Et vos pieds sur une chaise
Je vous connais, Milord,
Vous n`m`avez jamais vue
Je ne suis qu`une fille du port
Qu`une ombre de la rue...

Dire qu`il suffit parfois
Qu`il y ait un navire
Pour que tout se déchire
Quand le navire s`en va...
Il emmenait avec lui
La douce aux yeux si tendres
Qui n`a pas su comprendre
Qu`elle brisait votre vie
L`amour, ça fait pleurer
Comme quoi l`existence
Ça vous donne toutes les chances
Pour les reprendre après...

Allez, venez, Milord!
Vous avez l`air d`un môme!
Laissez-vous faire, Milord,
Venez dans mon royaume:
Je soigne les remords,
Je chante la romance,
Je chante les milords
Qui n`ont pas eu de chance!
Regardez-moi, Milord,
Vous n`m`avez jamais vue...
...Mais... vous pleurez, Milord?
Ça... j`l`aurais jamais cru!...

Eh ben, voyons, Milord!
Souriez-moi, Milord!
...Mieux qu` ça! Un p`tit effort...
Voilà, c`est ça!
Allez, riez, Milord!
Allez, chantez, Milord!
La-la-la...

...
Mais oui, dansez, Milord!
La-la-la... Bravo Milord!
La-la-la... Encore Milord!... La-la-la...

The Green Eye of the Yellow God
by J Milton-Hayes




There's a one eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu,

There's a little marble cross below the town;

There's a broken-hearted woman tends the grave of Mad Carew,

And the Yellow God forever gazes down.

He was known as Mad Carew by the subs at Khatmandu,

He was hotter than they felt inclined to tell;

But for all his foolish pranks, he was worshipped in the ranks,

And the Colonel's daughter smiled on him as well.

He had loved her all along, with a passion of the strong,

The fact that she loved him was plain to all.

She was nearly twenty-one and arrangements had begun

To celebrate her birthday with a ball.

He wrote to ask what present she would like from Mad Carew;

They met next day as he dismissed a squad;

And jestingly she told him then that nothing else would do

But the green eye of the little Yellow God.

On the night before the dance, Mad Carew seemed in a trance,

And they chaffed him as they puffed at their cigars;

But for once he failed to smile, and he sat alone awhile,

Then went out into the night beneath the stars.

He returned before the dawn, with his shirt and tunic torn,

And a gash accross his temple dripping red;

He was patched up right away, and he slept through all the day,

And the colonel's daughter watched beside his bed.

He woke at last and asked if they would pass his tunic through;

She brought it, and he thanked her with a nod;

He bade her search the pocket saying, 'That's from Mad Carew',

And she found the little green eye of the god.

She upbraided poor Carew in the way that women do,

Though both her eyes were strangely hot and wet;

But she wouldn't take the stone, and Mad Carew was left alone

With the jewel he had chanced his life to get.

When the ball was at its height, on that still and tropic night,

She thought of him and hastened to his room;

As she crossed the barrack square, she could hear the dreamy air

Of a waltz tune softly stealing through the gloom.

His door was open wide, with silver moonlight shining through;

The place was wet and slippery where she trod;

An ugly knife lay buried in the heart of Mad Carew,

'Twas the 'Vengeance of the little Yellow God'.

There's a one eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu,

There's a little marble cross below the town;

There's a broken-hearted woman tends the grave of Mad Carew,

And the Yellow God forever gazes down.

Well written. It puts one in mind of how often we have tempted the "gods" and come away unscathed. Many times I've been in situations where I could have been harmed. Call it luck if you will but I'm convinced to do otherwise is to live in fear. I won't do that.

WOW! listeners. Fantastic contributions from Bob and McTag and Francis. I do so love to see the combination of poetry and songs. That's the way things were meant to be.

Bob, the gods always tempted me, I think. The wonderful difference between men and women.

Viva la difference!
Piece de resistance!
(if I misspelled it, Francis, pardon)

Anyone remember the movie "The Gods Must be Crazy"? Absolutely hilarious, but sobering at the same time.

You are already pardoned, Letty!

Strange, isn't it, listeners, how we can speak some phrases in a language,
and not spell it? Unfortunately, American schools do it all backwards. They should start out with conversational language, just as we do when we are children, then proceed to the grammar and spelling. Hearing is everything.


Buna ziua,
Numele meu este Letty, and I have just been pardoned by Francis.

Friday night! I sing again. (contrary to some wishes) Tough. I'm gonna have fun. Better listen to some music.

You Look Wonderful Tonight

Eric Clapton

It's late in the evening; she's wondering what clothes to wear.
She puts on her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair.
And then she asks me, "Do I look all right?"
And I say, "Yes, you look wonderful tonight."

We go to a party and everyone turns to see
This beautiful lady that's walking around with me.
And then she asks me, "Do you feel all right?"
And I say, "Yes, I feel wonderful tonight."

I feel wonderful because I see
The love light in your eyes.
And the wonder of it all
Is that you just don't realize how much I love you.

It's time to go home now and I've got an aching head,
So I give her the car keys and she helps me to bed.
And then I tell her, as I turn out the light,
I say, "My darling, you were wonderful tonight.
Oh my darling, you were wonderful tonight."

Oh how I've missed you all at WA2K. Been busy and will have to catch up later, but thought that the weather report should be something with a Taoist touch:

A clear sunny day can suddenly shift to thunder and lightning,
a raging storm can suddenly give way to a bright moonlit night.
The weather may be inconstant, but the sky remains the same. The
substance of the human mind should also be like this.

See you all later on the radio...

Bob, I have never heard that song by Clapton. It's fabulous. Don't forget "Kisses Sweeter than Wine."

Diane, that is the most poetic weather report all wrapped up in philosophy. We've missed you as well.

Tao! er, I mean ciao! <smile>

Well thanks Diane. Want to rain on my parade? (grumble grumble) Course it's not much of a parade with a total of one.

A parade of one, Bob? Well, my goodness, look behind you.

There's Francis with a french horn,
McTag with an english horn,
dj with a lyre holding the music
colorbook with a megaphone reading Cats by T.S. Eliot
edgar syncing Bob Dylan
dys with his guitar(pick up mike with batteries)
Walter with a trombone playing Dixieland
And all the rest in proper uniform; right in step; and following you.

and it's NOT raining!

Here I am with my d'jembe drum.

However, my boot is pinching my big toe and and the braid on my jacket is unravelling, but I guess that's what one deserves when they don't have any musical talent.

Talent!!!???
We don't need no stinkin' talent!!!

Right on, George! It's the spirit that counts.