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Francis, that's one of the few things that I know in French without cheating. Are you familiar with musical rounds?

Cyracuz, have you a round of Norway to share?

Walter, perhaps?

Not more than everyone here..

Frère Jacques in Danish:

Mester Jakob,
Mester Jakob sover du,
sover du hører du at klokken,
hører du at klokken,
Bim bam bum.




And in Norwegian:

Fader Jakob, fader Jakob,
sover du?, sover du?
Hører du ei klokken?, hører du ei klokken?
Ding dang dong, ding dang dong

Wouldn't you know, listeners, that our man in Germany would find what we were searching for? Great, Walter.

Here is a song, replete with sheet music, that I was searching for earlier. Spanish and French are very close in words, but very different in pronunciation:

http://www.sbmp.com/HTMLMuiscPages12003/457Vive.html

You know, I envy this a little, Bob. I think it would be great fun to sing karaoke (among friends) and I have never done it. Well what am I waiting for? First find your venue...

and while Bob and McTag seek their venue for more karaoke, here's a round from Australia:

"Endangered means there is still time!"
Written By: Marion Sinclair
Copyright Unknown
Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree
Merry, merry king of the bush is he
Laugh, Kookaburra! Laugh, Kookaburra!
Gay your life must be

Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree
Eating all the gum drops he can see
Stop, Kookaburra! Stop, Kookaburra!
Leave some there for me!

Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree
Counting all the monkeys he can see
Stop, Kookaburra! Stop, Kookaburra!
That's not a monkey that's me

Kookaburra sits on a rusty nail
Gets a boo-boo in his tail
Cry, Kookaburra! Cry, kookaburra!
Oh how life can be!

A variation of the round:

Kookaburra sits on the old gum tree,
merry, merry king of the bush is he,
Laugh, Kookaburra, laugh Kookaburra,
How gay your life must be.

Ha Ha.

dlowan explained the sound of this bird as the background to many jungle movies.

Heheh... fun to find norwegian on the radio. What a multicultural lot we are :wink:

That's what we are talking about!

Francis and Cyracuz, it's easy to miss the messages here on WA2K radio. I keep up with them because I receive notification (in the form of updates), even then, I miss some witty remark or song.

Now here is a hybrid song for Walter:

Danke schoen, darling, danke schoen,
Thank you for all the joy and pain.
Picture show, second balcony, was the place we'd meet,
Second seat, go Dutch treat, you were sweet.
Danke schoen, darling, danke schoen,
Save those lies, darlin' don't explain.
I recall Central Park in Fall,
How you tore your dress, what a mess, I confess, that's not all.
Danke schoen, darling, danke schoen,
Thank you for walks down Lover's Lane,
I can see, hearts carved on a tree,
Letters intertwine, for all time, yours and mine, that was fine.
Danke schien, darling, danke schoen,
Thank you for seeing me again.
Though we go on our separate ways,
Still the mem'ry stays, for always,
My heart says, danke schoen.
Danke schoen, Oh darlin' danke shoen,
I said thank you for, mmmm, seein' me again.
Though we go on our separate ways, Still the mem'ry stays, for always,
My heart says, danke schoen. Danke shoen, auf weidershein, Danke shoen.

And, listeners, if that isn't "Thank You" in German, I'm certain that someone will tell me. As a matter of fact, folks. We may have a request for the same song, and that's fine. It's known as formula radio. YUK!

Enjoying the international music...I learned the Kookaburra song when I was in grade school...forgot about it until now

Like colorbook, I loved Kookaburra when I was a kid. Thanks for posting it here!

I was going to try going to Denver to see my brother again this weekend and yet again, it is snowing--even a little here in Albuquerque. Sigh.

There's one good thing about snow, it makes your lawn look as nice as your neighbor's. ~Clyde Moore

Here is a webcam of the I-25 corridor I have to drive on my way to Denver. Brrrr.

http://9news.com/9live/i-25corridor.asp

Colorbook. Great to see you back. I was in the archives digging through the lost grotto and searching for a song of long ago. Unfortunately, I spelled the name wrong and came up with a porn site for Ormond Beach. Yikes!

We don't always get what we're looking for, listeners.

Time for a station break:

This is cyberspace, WA2K radio.

Back later with South of the Border songs

She sighed as she whispered manana
But tomorrow never came.

Founder's Parkway looks mean, Diane, but there is something about black and white that is beautiful to behold, if not skid around on.

Ah, McTag:



South of the border, down Mexico way.
That's where I fell in love where stars above, came out to play.
And now as I wonder, my thoughts ever stray.
South of the border, down Mexico way.

She was a picture, in old spanish ways.
Just for a tender while I kissed the smile, upon her face.
For it was fiesta, and love had it's day.
South of the border, down Mexico way.

Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay (Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay)
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay (Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay)

Then she sighed as she whispered manyana, never dreaming that we were parting.
And I lied as I whispered manyana, for our tomorrow never came.

South of the border, I rode back one day.
There in a veil of white by candlelight, she kneeled to pray.
The mission bells told me, that I shouldn't stay.
South of the border, down Mexico way.

Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay (Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay)
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay (Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay)
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay (Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay)
Good bye good bye.

Thanks, Brit, for reminding me of that melody

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrr, Diane.

Speaking of brrrrrrrrr, and Colorado, that reminds Osso of Albuquerque, where she is going to housesit for Diane and Dys while they are gallivanting off to Europe in May, tra la. Well, actually, late April. So Osso looked up the weather for this next week in Albuquerque, just curious, and sees temps in the high seventies later in the week.

Osso is checking the city out further for a probable move later in the year. She will get to mind Fred and Sally, and is looking forward to it.

Yikes Diane, I had just about enough snow for this season...especially driving in it.

Don't forget, Osso and Colorbook, they still have black ice in Florida.

Well, listeners, we have had a weather report and a travelogue so how about Frost's view on the weather:



1916 Mountain Interval
An Old Man's Winter Night
by Robert Frost

All out of doors looked darkly in at him
Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars,
That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.
What kept his eyes from giving back the gaze
Was the lamp tilted near them in his hand.
What kept him from remembering what it was
That brought him to that creaking room was age.
He stood with barrels round him-at a loss.
And having scared the cellar under him
In clomping there, he scared it once again
In clomping off;-and scared the outer night,
Which has its sounds, familiar, like the roar
Of trees and crack of branches, common things,
But nothing so like beating on a box.
A light he was to no one but himself
Where now he sat, concerned with he knew what,
A quiet light, and then not even that.
He consigned to the moon, such as she was,
So late-arising, to the broken moon
As better than the sun in any case
For such a charge, his snow upon the roof,
His icicles along the wall to keep;
And slept. The log that shifted with a jolt
Once in the stove, disturbed him and he shifted,
And eased his heavy breathing, but still slept.
One aged man-one man-can't fill a house,
A farm, a countryside, or if he can,
It's thus he does it of a winter night.


I love the phrase "late-arising, to the broken moon..."

It is still daylight here. Amazing, still, to me

the webcam from denver made me think of this song

BOB SEGER & THE SILVER BULLET BAND
Get Out Of Denver"

I still remember it was autumn and the moon was shinin'
My '60 Cadillac was rollin' through Nebraska whinin'
Doin' a hundred twenty, man the fields was bendin' over
Headin' out for the mountains knowin' we was travelin' further
All our fires were blazin' and the spinnin' wheels were turnin' turnin'
Had my girl beside me brother brother she was burnin' burnin'
Up walked a Baptist preachin' southern funky school teacher
She had a line on something heavy but we couldn't reach her
We told her that we needed something that would get us goin'
She put out all she had and laid it on the counter showin'
All I had to do was lay my money down and pick it up
The cops came bustin' in and then we let out in a pickup truck and go

Get out of Denver better go go, get out of Denver better go
Get out of Denver better go go
Get out of Denver cause you look just like a commie
And you might just be a member baby, get out of Denver baby
Get out of Denver
Well the lights were flashin' and the sirens were a screamin' screamin'
We had to pinch each other just to see if we were dreamin'
Made it to Loveland Pass in under less than half an hour
Lord it started drizzlin' and it turned into a thundershower

The rain was drivin' but the Caddy kept on burnin' rubber
We kept on drivin' till we ran through some fog cover
We couldn't see a thing but somehow we just kept on going
We kept on drivin' all night long and then until the mornin'
Fog had finally lifted when we looked to see where we was at
We were starin' at a Colorado state policeman trooper cat and go

Get out of Denver better go go, get out of Denver better go
Get out of Denver better go go
Get out of Denver cause you look just like a commie
And you might just be a member baby, get out of Denver baby
Get out of Denver better go go

Yeah, djjd, glad I didn't get into Denver!

Grateful Dead Weather Report Suite lyrics


Winter rain, now tell me why, Summers fade, and roses die.
The answer came; the wind and rain.
Golden hills, now veiled in gray, Summer leaves have blown away
Now what remains? The wind and rain.

And like a desert spring, my lover comes and spreads her wings, Knowing,
Like a song that's born to soar the sky, Flowing,
Flowing 'til the waters all are dry, Growing, the loving in her eyes.

Circle songs and sands of time, and seasons will end in tumbled rhyme,
and little change, the wind and rain.

And like a desert spring, my lover comes and spreads her wings,
Knowing, Like a song that's born to soar the sky,
Flowing, Flowing 'til the rivers all are dry, Growing, the loving in her eyes.

Winter gray and falling rain, we'll see summer come again,
Darkness falls and seasons change (gonna happen every time).
Same old friends the wind and rain, Summers fade and roses die,
You'll see summer come again, Like a song that's born to soar the sky.