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Thanks, Edgar. I felt cutoff, even though I don't post a heck of a lot.

, are you psychic (by the way it's spelled Reyn )

letty, that's a different version of feed the birds. It's a song that reminds me of the potential for problems if you decide to feed seagulls.

Well, we are all here. Let's sing a song or two.

Wait.
I'll get my ukelele.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ibl6YTX6X1s

Some days I don't know my own name.

Can you play There'll Be Some Changes Made on the uke?

Love that one by Leonard, edgar, and thanks for the feed back to the bird lady. The visuals were different.

For Reyn and dj. If you know these your RNA's okay.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=18-oRTLIe3I

Neat song for the Canadians, letty.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xlyOCf_SOUY
Here's a song about being past your prime.

i posted these tunes in edgar's story song thread, but i thought i'd share them here

these songs are especially poignant as Canada repatriated the bodies of two soldiers today



I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before
I wanna good mount when the bugle sounds and I hear the cannons' roar
I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war

I wanna horse in the volunteer force that's riding forth at dawn
Please save for me some gallantry that will echo when I'm gone
I beg of you sarge let me lead the charge when the battle lines are drawn
Lemme at least leave a good hoof beat they'll remember loud and long

I'd not a good foot soldier make, I'd be sour and slow at march
And I'd be sick on a navy ship, and the sea would leave me parched
But I'll be first in line if they'll let me ride, by god, you'll see my starch
Lope back o'er the heath with the laurel wreath underneath that vict'ry arch

I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before
I wanna good mount when the bugle sounds and I hear the cannons' roar
I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war

Let me earn my spurs in the battle's blur where the day is lost or won
I'll wield my lance as the ponies dance and the blackguards fire their guns
A sabre keen, and a saddle carbine and an army Remington
Where the hot lead screams with the cold, cold steel let me be a cav'lryman

I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before
I wanna good mount when the bugle sounds and I hear the cannons' roar
I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war

Let 'em play their flutes and stirrup my boots and place them back to front
For I won't be back on the rider-less black and I'm finished in my hunt
I wanna be in the cavalry if I must go off to war
I wanna be in the cavalry, but I won't ride home no more



I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before

Courageous at first we took their worst, our positions we held stout
We clung to belief and we hung on the speech from our trusted leaders' mouths
Overwhelming odds and a hopeless cause and our cities overrun
There were them that said we was badly led and God were we outgunned

I lost count of the worthy mounts that from under me were cut
My favourite mare with her head in the air took the cannons in her gut
In the first two weeks on that bloody creek my brother lost his arm
Was only sixty days till all we prayed was get us home unharmed

O for the day that we signed our names and the well that we were wished
The men's congrats and the pats on the backs and the ladies that we kissed
The band that played and the grande parade and the patriotic shouts
All faded fast, didn't even last till the uniforms wore out

And there were none to replace nor to help us face the winters cold and bleak
That chilled to the bone the pneumonia prone and froze our bootless feet
Then the typhoid hit with its fevered fits, TB and dysentery
That proved in the end to have killed more men than the vilest enemy

We were finally forced to feed on horse and carcass we could scrounge
When the wagons stopped and we'd burnt their crops to charred and barren ground
With morale in doubt and our pride run out no honour did I see
All I seen were a thousand dreams piled dead in front of me

I wanna be in the cavalry if the send me off to war
I wanna be in the cavalry but I won't ride home no more

Not yet.

edgar, I remember Al Capp!

dj, I love both versions of that song by Corb Lund. Thanks, Canada. For a minute there, I thought you might play The Calgary Stampede.

We want to help out our Latin George, so here is Tony with his song.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wEXPL19UbqU&feature=related

Good one, letty.
George Harrison puts his stamp on an oldie
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1wC-jKGe-o0&playnext_from=TL&videos=-zOdleimhtc&feature=grec_index

Well, can't say that I like that one, edgar. Cole Porter originals are tough to beat, but I do appreciate the gesture of the restoration.

Time for me to say goodnight, and I think that I shall do so with Perry Como and Diana Krall, Elvis Costello, and Willie Nelson. Those three know how to revive the beauty, no?

Perry first doing a classic from Chopin.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4zekNyJf9Ok

Now a superb trio doing Patsy's Crazy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F5BnCEPr7cU&feature=related

So glad to see Canada and London with us today and tonight. Nice to have our Latin George back as well. sometime sun is fascinating and always nice to see and hear.

From Letty with love and appreciation.

I have always thought that was Perry's best record, letty. Crazy is a Willie Nelson song, made famous by Patsy.

Saying good night with a song I have played on here before. One of my top favorites.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h_ctJX8qmfM

Good morning, WA2K radio. As Roger the Rat noted we are back on the air.

edgar, I love that one by Jackie Wilson. What a voice he had, but his life was quite sad.

Here is the operatic version by Maria Callas and the English lyrics.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9piRiiZ0C4Q&feature=related

lyrics in English

At your voice, my heart unfolds
As flowers unfold to the dawn's kisses
But, beloved, the better to dry my tears
Let your voice speak again!
Tell me that you are returning to Delilah forever,
Repeat to my loving ear your former avowals,
Those words I loved!
Ah! Respond to my tenderness,
Fill me, fill me with rapture!

As ears of corn are seen rippling
In the gentle breezes
So quivers my heart, ready to be comforted
By your voice. that is so dear to me
The arrow is less swift at carrying death
Than is your lover to fly into your arms
Ah! Respond to my tenderness!

Camile Saint Saens did fantastic classics.

also, folks, a news item from the world of archaeology.

Unfinished tomb of Seti I discovered.



The rest of the story:

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20100630/ap_on_re_mi_ea/ml_egypt_antiquities

Good morning evaboddee. It's a cloudy day. May get heavy rain. It should water my tomato plant, which is neck tall, but has just two tomatoes on it. See ya on the radio.

Very nice Maria, letty.
Here is Martin Short telling about meeting Betty Davis
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FK6vskPbu5I&playnext_from=TL&videos=WCCuQtv1l0s&feature=grec_index