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Goodnight, McT, you delightful man:

You're my funny valentine
Sweet comic valentine
You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable
Unphotographable
Yet you're my favorite work of art
Is your figure less than greek
Is your mouth a little weak
When you open it to speak
Are you smart?
But don't change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little valentine stay
Each day is valentine's day!

Let me rephrase that, McTag:

YOU are not a funny valentine. That word "you're" should NOT have been in that song.

Dedicated to the roofer who didn't show:


deep inside I've been force-fed lies
and only lead astray
I've been nailed to the wheel
and left behind and only cast away

now you can never break me
never take me
the lines that crack my face are real... blind

blind... my obsession drifts away
my obsession is my blind faith
my obsession drifts away
it is only my blind faith

abuse is the name of the ghost I ride
and I'm battered and not broke in
I've survived it all and never crawled
to rise back up in the end

now you can never break me
never take me
the lines that crack my face are real... blind

blind... my obsession drifts away
my obsession is my blind faith
my obsession drifts away
it is only my blind faith.

Well, listeners. It's not quite that bad, but I am so tired of trying to cope with getting someone who wants to WORK.

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Leonard Cohen was a prize-winning poet from Canada when he decided to record music. He found less than a warm reception, until Judy Collins recorded some of his songs and brought him on stage with her. Morbidly shy, at first, he had to be coaxed quite a bit. I bought his first record unheard, in 1968 and got hooked. When I first heard his THE TRAITOR, I became obsessed, playing it again and again for weeks at a time, and after a year or so layoff, doing it again.


Now the Swan it floated on the English river
Ah the Rose of High Romance it opened wide
A sun tanned woman yearned me through the summer
and the judges watched us from the other side

I told my mother "Mother I must leave you
preserve my room but do not shed a tear
Should rumour of a shabby ending reach you
it was half my fault and half the atmosphere"

But the Rose I sickened with a scarlet fever
and the Swan I tempted with a sense of shame
She said at last I was her finest lover
and if she withered I would be to blame

The judges said you missed it by a fraction
rise up and brace your troops for the attack
Ah the dreamers ride against the men of action
Oh see the men of action falling back

But I lingered on her thighs a fatal moment
I kissed her lips as though I thirsted still
My falsity had stung me like a hornet
The poison sank and it paralysed my will

I could not move to warn all the younger soldiers
that they had been deserted from above
So on battlefields from here to Barcelona
I'm listed with the enemies of love

And long ago she said "I must be leaving,
Ah but keep my body here to lie upon
You can move it up and down and when I'm sleeping
Run some wire through that Rose and wind the Swan"

So daily I renew my idle duty
I touch her here and there -- I know my place
I kiss her open mouth and I praise her beauty
and people call me traitor to my face

edgar, that's a strange song. I don't quite understand it!

Steeleye Span: All Around My Hat

[Trad. arr. Hart / Prior / Knight / Johnson / Kemp]

Maddy Prior, vocals;
Peter Knight, fiddle, mandolin, backing vocals;
Tim Hart, guitar, backing vocals;
Bob Johnson, guitar, backing vocals;
Rick Kemp, bass;
Nigel Pegrum, drums.


Chorus
All around my hat I will wear the green willow
All around my hat for a twelve-month and a day
And if anyone should ask me the reason why I'm wearing it
It's all for my true love who's far far away

Fare thee well cold winter and fare thee well cold frost
Nothing have I gained but my own true love I've lost
I'll sing and I'll be merry when occasion I do see
He's a false deluding young man, let him go farewell he

The other night he brought me a fine diamond ring
But he thought to have deprived me of a far better thing
But I being careful like lovers ought to be
He's a false deluding young man, let him go farewell he

Chorus

Here's a half a pound of reasons, and a quarter pound of sense
A small sprig of time and as much of prudence
You mix them all together and you will plainly see
He's a false deluding young man, let him go farewell he

Chorus

Wall Of Death
(R.E.M.'s version of this Richard Thompson song was featured on the 1994 Thompson tribute album "Beat The Retreat")

Let me ride on the wall of death one more time
Let me ride on the wall of death one more time
You can waste your time on the other rides
but this is the nearest to being alive
Let me take my chances on the Wall of Death

You can go with the crazy people in the crooked house
You can fly away on the rocket or spin in the mouse
The tunnel of love might amuse you
And Noah's Ark might confuse you but
Let me take my chances on the Wall of Death

On the Wall of Death
All the World is far from me
On the Wall of Death
It's the nearest to being free

Well you're going nowhere when you ride on the carousel
And maybe you're strong, but what's the use of ringing a bell
The switchback will make you crazy
Beware of the bearded lady
Oh let me take my chances on the Wall of Death

You are going nowhere when you ride on the carousel
And maybe you're strong, but what's the use of ringing a bell
The switchback will make you crazy
Beware of the bearded lady
Let me take my chances
Let me take my chances
Let me take my chances

TOWER OF SONG
Leonard

Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm just paying my rent every day
Oh in the Tower of Song

I said to Hank Williams: how lonely does it get?
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet
But I hear him coughing all night long
A hundred floors above me
In the Tower of Song

I was born like this, I had no choice
I was born with the gift of a golden voice
And twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond
They tied me to this table right here
In the Tower of Song

So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll
I'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all
I'm standing by the window where the light is strong
Ah they don't let a woman kill you
Not in the Tower of Song

Now you can say that I've grown bitter but of this you may be sure
The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor
And there's a mighty judgement coming, but I may be wrong
You see, you hear these funny voices
In the Tower of Song

I see you standing on the other side
I don't know how the river got so wide
I loved you baby, way back when
And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed
But I feel so close to everything that we lost
We'll never have to lose it again

Now I bid you farewell, I don't know when I'll be back
There moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track
But you'll be hearing from me baby, long after I'm gone
I'll be speaking to you sweetly
From a window in the Tower of Song
Yeah my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm just paying my rent every day
Oh in the Tower of Song

marianne faithful does the best version of tower of song i've ever heard

Six O'clock News
kathleen edwards

Copper on the corner and he loaded two rounds
And I can't cross the line to talk you down
And Peter, sweet baby, where'd you get that gun?
You spend half your life trying to turn the other half around

And I tried to come clean, but I guess its no use
Your face is all over the six o'clock news
They cleared the streets and then they closed the schools
I can't even get inside

Did you lose your head when the FARM went down?
or was it when your daddy died after he moved to town
And I know your mama calls you good for nothin'
She says her baby is a Failer and she don't want you callin'

And I tried to come clean, but I guess its no use
Your face is all over the six o'clock news
They cleared the streets and then they closed the schools
I can't even get inside

and Peter, sweet baby, there's just something that I gotta say to you
I'm gonna have your baby this coming June
We could get a little place down by Gilmour Park
You could do a little time and save my broken heart

And I tried to come clean, but I guess its no use
Your face is all over the six o'clock news
They cleared the streets and then they closed the schools
I can't even get inside

I tried to come clean, but I guess its no use
Copper went ahead and he just shot you through
Now you're lying dead on the avenue
I can't feel my broken heart

And I can't feel my broken heart

The Ballad of the Soldier's Wife
Marianne Faithfull Lyrics

What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the ancient city of Prague ?
From Prague came a pair of high heeled shoes,
With a kiss or two came the high heeled shoes
From the ancient city of Prague.

What was sent to the soldier's wife
From Oslo over the sound ?
From Oslo he sent her a collar of fur,
How it pleases her, the little collar of fur
From Oslo over the sound.

What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the wealth of Amsterdam ?
From Amsterdam, he got her a hat,
She looked sweet in that,
In her little Dutch hat
From the wealth of Amsterdam.

What was sent to the soldier's wife
From Brussels in Belgian land ?
From Brussels he sent her the laces so rare
To have and to wear,
All those laces so rare
From Brussels in Belgian land.

What was sent to the soldier's wife
From Paris, city of light ?
From Paris he sent her a silken gown,
It was ended in town, that silken gown,
From Paris, city of light.

What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the South, from Bucharest ?
From Bucharest he got her this shirt
Embroidered and pert, that Rumanian shirt
From the South, from Bucharest.

What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the far-off Russian land ?
From Russia he sent her a widow's veil
For her dead to bewail in her widow's veil
From the far-off Russian land,
From the far-off Russian land.

The Last Thing on My Mind
Marianne Faithfull

It's a lesson too late for the learning
Made of sand, made of sand
In the wink of an eye my soul is turning
In your hand, in your hand.

Are you going away with no word of farewell,
Will there be not a trace left behind ?
I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind.

You've got reasons a-plenty for going,
This I know, this I know.
For the weeds have been steadily growing,
Please don't go, please don't go.

Are you going away with no word of farewell,
Will there be not a trace left behind ?
I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind,
You know that was the last thing on my mind.

As I lie in my bed in the mornin'
Without you, without you.
Every song in my breast dies a born-in
Without you, without you.

Are you going away with no word of farewell,
Will there be not a trace left behind ?
I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind.

The Ballad of Lucy Jordan
Marianne Faithfull

The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town
As she lay there 'neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers
Till the world turned to orange and the room went spinning round.

At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never
Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair.
So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's knees and chair.

Her husband, he's off to work and the kids are off to school,
And there are, oh, so many ways for her to spend the day.
She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers
Or run naked through the shady street screaming all the way.

At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never
Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing as she sat there softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's knees and chair.

The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
On the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter grew too loud
And she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached and offered her his hand,
And he led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd.

At the age of thirty-seven she knew she'd found forever
As she rode along through Paris with the warm wind in her hair ...

dj, I want you to know something, my friend. If I weren't sooooo sleepy tonight, I would try and read through every lyric. Suffice it to say that you are a very important part of our cyber radio.

Perhaps, tomorrow, edgar will explain his song to us here.

I love you all, and that is true.

Goodnight.

From Letty with love

One final closing line:

I didn't know about Roald Dahl's Norwegian descent--a Brit with a background. Perhaps we can learn more tomorrow about this fabulous author.

Good morning, everyone, on this Wednesday!

Mesdames:

Bonjour, Madame Lundi
Comment va Madame Mardi ?
Très bien Madame Mercredi
Dites à Madame Jeudi
De venir Vendredi
Danser Samedi
Dans la salle de Dimanche.


And for the messsieurs, there's this little chanson by Catherine Le Forestier:

Bonjour Monsieur

Tu as tiré les rideaux
Tu as tiré sur mon cœur
Et moi je suis venue vers toi
Bonjour Monsieur, je t'aime

Tu t'es couché là
Je me suis couchée près de toi
Ah, ah, ah...
Bonjour Monsieur, je t'aime

Tu as ouvert les bras
Et je suis restée près de toi
Ah, ah, ah...
Bonjour Monsieur, je t'aime

Bonjour Monsieur, je t'aime
Bonjour Monsieur, je t'aime

Nice, Walter!

And as we have a friend there, CJ...

De San Diego à Chicago

Paroles et Musique: Catherine Le Forestier
"Le pays de ton corps"


Il a dû coucher cette nuit aux frontières de Californie
Et demain il s'éveillera dans le désert d'Arizona
Est-ce qu'il se souviendra des pêches que nous mangions et de l'eau fraîche
Quand le soleil sera trop chaud
De San Diego oh oh à Chicago

Je le vois maintenant marchant petit point au milieu des champs
Le maïs doré pousse bien au Texas le long des chemins
Un jour il m'avait raconté qu'on ne voit rien de chaque côté
Tellement les épis poussent hauts
De San Diego oh oh à Chicago

Il a fait beaucoup de chemin il tient les rênes d'une main
Sur les rives du Mississippi une jolie fille lui sourit
Maintenant il m'a oublié et le soleil a effacé
La trace de ma bouche sur sa peau
De San Diego oh oh à Chicago

Qu'importe le lieu, le jour et l'heure les larmes ont la même couleur
Sur les joues blanches ou noires de peau et que les hommes soient laids ou beaux
Tous les matins quand ils s'éveillent ils ont tous le même soleil
Et souffrent avec les mêmes mots
De San Diego oh oh à Chicago

Roald Dahl.."Danny Champion Of The World" is a lovely book.
"You Only Live Twice" is a lousy screenplay.

Sometimes, artists can´t choose their commisions.

All this foreign language here which is greek to me. I'm sure there are some redeeming quality to those words, and I'll wait until somebody translate them. LOL As you were.....

Did you read all that? Of course I did otherwise how could I have typed it. You didn't type it. All you did was cut and paste. Well, I just wanted to sound like I'm busy. Hah, you're as busy as a bear in hibernation. Well keep it quiet or they'll show us something in a door. Pretend you're busy and give the listeners a song. Gotcha.

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

Jeremy: What a funny noise it's making!
Caractacus: It's talking to us--all engines talk!
Jemima: What's it saying?
It's saying Chitty chitty, chitty chitty, chitty chitty, chitty chitty, chitty chitty,
(Bang - Bang)
Bang Bang!
chitty chitty
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.

Chitty Bang Bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Chitty Bang Bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Chitty Bang Bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

Driving!Oh you pretty Chitty Bang Bang,
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
We love you.
And, in
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
What we'll do.

Near, far, in our motor car Oh what a happy time we'll spend.
Bang Bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Our fine four fendered friend.
Bang Bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Our fine four fendered friend.

Chitty Bang Bang
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Chitty Bang Bang
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Chitty Bang Bang
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

Oh you pretty Chitty Bang Bang
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
We love you.
And, in
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
What we'll do.

Near, far, in our motor car
Oh what a happy time we'll spend.
Bang Bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Our fine four fendered friend.
Bang Bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Our fine four fendered friend.

Your sleek as a thoroughbred.
Your seats are a feather bed.
You'll turn everybody's head today.
We'll glide on our motor trip
With pride in our ownership
The envy of all we survey.

Oh Chitty You Chitty
Pretty Chitty Bang Bang
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
We love you.
And Chitty, in Chitty
Pretty Chitty Bang Bang
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang what we'll do.

Near Chitty, far Chitty, in our motor car Oh what a happy time we'll spend.
Bang Bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Our fine four fendered friend.
Bang Bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Our fine four fendered friend.....(hold)

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

Fine four fendered Chitty Chitty friend.