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McTag, every song from O Brother is a great song. Seeing that movie is one of the reasons that I took a second look at country and gospel.

From the sirens:

Krauss and Gillian Welch Lyrics
Song: Didn't Leave Nobody but the Baby Lyrics

go to sleep little babe
go to sleep little babe

your momma's gone away and your daddy's gonna stay
didn't leave nobody but the baby

go to sleep little babe
go to sleep little babe

everybody's gone in the cotton and the corn
didn't leave nobody but the baby

you're a sweet little babe
you're a sweet little babe

honey in the rock and the sugar don't stop
gonna bring a bottle to the baby

don't you weep pretty babe
don't you weep pretty babe

she's long gone with her red shoes on
gonna need another loving babe

go to sleep little babe
go to sleep little babe

you and me and the devil makes three
don't need no other lovin' babe

go to sleep little babe
go to sleep little babe

come lay bones on the alabaster stones
and be my everlovin baby

and speaking of babes:

Our Francis is having a birthday this month:

Joyeux anniversaire, joyeux anniversaire, joyeux anniversaire, cher Francis. Joyeux anniversaire.(whenever it is)

Incidentally, McTag. I'll bet Diane does all the hard stuff.

Shsssst...

<Dont speak so loud..>

Sorry about the din and voice, Francis. Just attribute it to John Hancock who signed the Declaration of Independence with such panache. He wanted to make certain that King GeorgeIII could read it without his spectacle.

Joyeux anniversaire,
Acceptez de bon coeur
Mes voeux les plus sincères
De joie et de bonheur!

Levons tous notre verre
En ce jour de gaieté
Et pour l'année entière
Buvons à la santé!

Quel trésor sur la terre
Puis-je mieux vous offrir
Devenez centenaire
C'est mon plus chèr désir.

La vie est plus légère
Quand on chante et l'on boit
Comme disaient nos grands-mères
On ne vit qu'une fois.

<I've silenced Letty's words in the above quotation a bit :wink: >

Thank you very much, Letty and Walter!

Walter, I've been trying to follow your precept!

Yes, we old ones are full of wisdom

Well, Walter. how about a gift to Francis from the magi.

Back later, listeners. It's toast time in the Letty domicile.

Wouls that be in armagnac, in honour of Francis' anniversaire?

Mebbe she's just burnin' some bread, McT

I agree. Complex film too, and supposed to be an allegory based on what was it? The legend of Jason?

This remark (above) reminds me of the declaration by the owner of the bar in The Blues Brothers:

"We appreciate both kinds of music here. Country AND western."

Albuquerque weather report
It's 4 pm: thunder, lightning, windy, rain and hail.

Maddy and Dolly don't like the thunder. They are hiding under my desk.

Drat! I didn't get my strawberries planted.

I'm eating fresh raspberries as I type.

BBB

pehaps when di and dys garden is finished we can look forward to this

Ricky Nelson
Garden Party

I went to a garden party
To reminisce with my old friends
A chance to share old memories
And play our songs again
When I got to the garden party
They all knew my name
No one recognized me
I didn't look the same

But it's all right now
I learned my lesson well
You see, ya can't please everyone
So ya got to please yourself

People came from miles around
Everyone was there
Yoko brought her walrus
There was magic in the air
'N' over in the corner
Much to my surprise
Mr Hughes hid in Dylan's shoes
Wearing his disguise

But it's all right now
I learned my lesson well
You see, ya can't please everyone
So ya got to please yourself

Lott-in-dah-dah
lot-in-dah-dah-dah

Played them all the old songs
Thought that's why they came
No one heard the music
We didn't look the same
I said hello to "Mary Lou"
She belongs to me
When I sang a song about a honky-tonk
It was time to leave

But it's all right now
I learned my lesson well
You see, ya can't please everyone
So ya got to please yourself

Lot-dah-dah (lot-dah-dah-dah)
Lot-in-dah-dah-dah

Someone opened up a closet door
And out stepped Johnny B Goode
Playing guitar
Like a-ringin' a bell
And lookin' like he should
If you gotta play at garden parties
I wish you a lotta luck
But if memories were all I sang
I rather drive a truck

But it's all right now
I learned my lesson well
You see, ya can't please everyone
So ya got to please yourself

Lot-dah-dah (lot-dah-dah-dah)
Lot-in-dah-dah-dah

'N' it's all right now
Learned my lesson well
You see, ya can't please everyone
So you got to please yourself

No, McTag. Just a plain old whiskey sour. Us wimmins like sweet stuff, ya know. and O Brother was supposed to be about Odysseus. Never have been able to figure out the parallel, but then, the Coen Bros. never read the Odyssey.

Hey, Set of the frigate. The only thing that I have ever burned was garlic bread and the midnight oil. (even that is expensive now).

Here's a toast to Francis from Shakespeare:



Wine provokest the desire but limiteth the performance, and all this time, as I told Noddy, I thought it had to do with other things but it only had to do with drunken guards. What a horrible discovery.

And this teacher of English doesn't even care if she has murdered sleep or spelling, neither.

Wow, BBB. I wouldn't turn a knight out on a dog like Maddy.

Aha. We are three weird sisters.

Hee, hee, dj. Beat ya to it, but as I once observed, we have requests for the same song many times.

for dj, WA2K's man whose songs never end:


(Giorgio Moroder/ Tom Whitlock)
Producer for Bonnie: Giorgio Moroder

I remember times like this
Memories you can't dismiss of paradise
Looking for a way to start our love again
Every night and every day
We can find a better way to live all our lives
We can be as one again
Finally find a way to say that we know the truth

'Til the end of time we love
Reaching for the higher ground
'Til the end of time we live
Giving all we have to give

Children of another time
We lay it all upon the line
To say I love you
Every night and every day
We can find a better way to say
I love you

'Til the end of time we love
Reaching for the higher ground
'Til the end of time we live
Giving all we got to give
Giving all we got to give
Giving all we got to give

'Til the end of time we love
Every night and every day
Reaching for the higher ground
Reaching for the higher ground

'Til the end of time we live
Giving all we got to give.

and then, of course, there's always Chopin.

(words by Richard Farina)
Oh, now is the time for your loving, dear,
And the time for your company
Now when the light of reason fails
And fires burn on the sea
Oh, now in this age of confusion
I have need for your company.
For I am a wild and a lonely child
And the son of an angry man
Now with the high wars raging
I would offer you my hand
For we are the children of darkness
And the prey of a proud, proud land.
It's once I was free to go roaming in
The wind of the springtime mind
And once the clouds I sailed upon
Were sweet as lilac wine
Oh, why are the breezes of summer, dear
Enlaced with a grim design?
So, now is the time for your loving, dear,
And the time for your company
Now when the light of reason fails
And fires burn on the sea
Oh, now in this age of confusion
I have need for your company.
....................................
the original song of RICHARD FARINA
(copyright Whitmark and Sons) is the following
Now is the time for your loving, dear,
And the time for your company
Now when the light of reason fails
And fires burn on the sea
Now in this age of confusion
I have need for your company.
It's once I was free to go roaming in
The wind of the springtime mind
It's once the clouds I sailed upon
Were sweet as lilac wine
So why are the breezes of summer, dear
Enlaced with a grim design?
And where was the will of my father when
We raised our swords on high?
And where was my mother's wailing when
Our flags were justified?
And where will we take our pleasures when
Our bodies have been denied?
For I am a wild and a lonely child
And the child of an angry man
Now with the high wars raging
I would offer you my hand
For we are the children of darkness
And the prey of a proud, proud land.

....and the prey of a proud, proud land.

I think you just sang us sober, dys.




The Haunted Mesa
by Louis L'Amour
1987


How can a book by the world's most famous writer of westerns be considered lost? The answer is that Louis L'Amour is known as an author of westerns. Therefore, his one science fiction novel, is not well-known to readers of science fiction.

The Haunted Mesa is science fiction but placed in the west. The opening line is typical L'Amour "It was night and he was alone upon the desert." However, the next sentence, "It had been over an hour since he had seen another car..." tells us this is the modern world. Soon we learn that Mike Raglan, the man who is alone in the desert, is searching for a friend who had sent him a frantic request for help.

Thinking back...................................

Donovan
Jennifer Juniper lives upon the hill,
Jennifer Juniper, sitting very still.
Is she sleeping ? I don't think so.
Is she breathing ? Yes, very low.
Whatcha doing, Jennifer, my love ?
Jennifer Juniper, rides a dappled mare,
Jennifer Juniper, lilacs in her hair.
Is she dreaming ? Yes, I think so.
Is she pretty ? Yes, ever so.
Whatcha doing, Jennifer, my love ?
I'm thinking of what it would be like if she loved me.
You know just lately this happy song it came along
And I like to somehow try and tell you.
Jennifer Juniper, hair of golden flax.
Jennifer Juniper longs for what she lacks.
Do you like her ? Yes, I do, Sir.
Would you love her ? Yes, I would, Sir.
Whatcha doing Jennifer, my love ?
Jennifer Juniper, Jennifer Juniper, Jennifer Juniper.
Jennifer Juniper vit sur la colline,
Jennifer Juniper assise très tranquille.
Dort-elle ? Je ne crois pas.
Respire-t-elle ? Oui, mais tout bas.
Qu'est-ce que tu fais, Jenny mon amour ?
Jennifer Juniper, Jennifer Juniper, Jennifer Juniper.

Lovely garden Dys and Di!

Here's a real oldie sung by Perry Como et al:

'twas just a garden in the rain
Close to a little leafy lane
A touch of color 'neath skies of gray

The raindrops kissed the flower beds
The blossoms raised their thirsty heads
A perfumed "Thank you" they seemed to say

Surely here was charm beyond compare - to view
Maybe it was just that I was there - with you

'twas just a garden in the rain
But then the sun came out again
And sent us happily on our way

BBB: After reading that weather report, I think maybe you should get under the desk with Maddy and Dolly.