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A young girl in a parkin' lot
was preaching to a crowd,
singing sacred songs
and reading from the Bible.
Well, I told her I was lost
and she told all about the Pentecost,
and I seen that girl as the road to my survival,
my survival.

Well, George, that's a clever bit of rhyming; did that lady speak in unknown tongues, or was it simply Bostonian speak?

Speaking of which, here's a song by a group called Boston:

MIND LYRICS

Now if you're feelin' kinda low 'bout the dues you've been paying
Future's coming much too slow
And you wanna run but somehow you just keep on stayin'
Can't decide on which way to go
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I understand about indecision
But I don't care if I get behind
People livin' in competition
All I want is to have my peace of mind.

Now you're climbin' to the top of the company ladder
Hope it doesn't take too long
Can'tcha you see there'll come a day when it won't matter
Come a day when you'll be gone

I understand about indecision
But I don't care if I get behind
People li vin' in competition
All I want is to have my peace of mind.

Take a look ahead, take a look ahead, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...

Now everybody's got advice they just keep on givin'
Doesn't mean too much to me
Lot's of people out to make-believe they're livin'
Can't decide who they should be.

I understand about indecision
But I don't care if I get behind
People li vin' in competition
All I want is to have my peace of mind.

Take a look ahead, take a look ahead. look ahead.

(scholz)

That's from Rhymin' Simon, a song called "Duncan."

Couple in the next room
bound to win a prize:
they've been going at it all night long!
Well, I'm tryin' to get some sleep
but these motel walls are cheap:
Lincoln Duncan is my name,
and here's my song, here's my song.

My father was a fisherman,
my mama was a fisherman's friend,
and I was born in the boredom and the chowder.
So when I reached my prime
I left my home in the Maritimes,
headed down the turnpike for New England, sweet New England.

Holes in my confidence,
holes in the knees of my jeans,
I was left without a penny in my pocket ....
Oo-oowee, I was about as destituted as a kid could be
and I wished I wore a ring so I could hock it ...
I'd like to hock it

A young girl in a parkin' lot
was preaching to a crowd,
singing sacred songs
and reading from the Bible.
Well, I told her I was lost
and she told all about the Pentecost,
and I seen that girl as the road to my survival,
my survival.

Just later on
the very same night
when I crept to her tent with a flashlight
and my long years of innocence ended:
well, she took me to the woods,
sayin' "Here comes something, and it feels so good!",
and just like a dog I was befriended, I was befriended.

Oh, oh, what a night,
oh, what a garden of delight ...
Even now that sweet memory lingers:
I was playing my guitar
lyin' underneath the stars
just thankin' the Lord
for my fingers,
for my fingers ...

A well-earned honor for Les Paul
My favorite guitarist, Electric guitar pioneer Les Paul, was among 14 people inducted into the National Inventors Hall of Fame this year. A well-deserved honor for Paul, who is still making beuatiful music at age 90.

Les Paul invented the solid body electric guitar in 1946, and his Gibson Guitar Corp. model is one of the best selling instruments in the industry.

Paul, a Wisconsin native, who turns 90 of June 9th, is widely renowned for his recording techniques and his accompanyment of his Wife, Mary Ford's songs.

A birthday celebration call "All for Paul" will be held at New York;s Carnegie Hall on June 19th. Wouldn't it be fun to honor Les Paul on that day on A2K radio by posting his songs?

BBB

Thanks, George, for the complete lyrics by Duncan. Sorry to have to say, I've never heard him, however.

BBB, Thanks for that musical news update. Les Paul is 90? My goodness, gracious me. Although I never cared for the new sound that they created, I must salute Les and Mary for their originality and inventiveness. Yes, my friend, it would be only fitting for you to start a thread about Les Paul, or if you like, you may post it here.

News from the art world:

NEW YORK - A trucker was charged Monday with stealing a $1.5 million painting from a warehouse at John F. Kennedy International Airport.



Anthony Porcelli Jr., 35, surrendered to authorities at the airport and was charged with grand larceny and possession of stolen property in the May 4 theft of the painting by the artist Jean-Michel Basquiat.

Porcelli was accused of removing a wooden crate containing the painting from a warehouse and driving away with it. He could face up to 25 years in prison if convicted, District Attorney Richard Brown in a statement.

The untitled acrylic-and-oil painting was sold for more than $1.5 million in November at Christie's auction house in New York and was to be shipped to the buyer in Rome.

Police identified Porcelli after reviewing video surveillance tapes of the warehouse. The painting was found at a trucking company's warehouse in Elizabeth, N.J. Porcelli was a driver for the company, authorities said.

A telephone message left Monday with the attorney prosecutors said was representing Porcelli was not immediately returned.

Basquiat, a darling of art critics who was praised for his strong use of color and the social commentary in his work, died in 1988 at age 27 of a heroin overdose.

I took a peek at Basquiat's art, and found it rather odd. I think it was referred to as graffiti although he did not like to call it that.

Rather than risk another faux pas(referred to as fox paws among some musicians) I just urge our listeners to look at the art work themselves.

http://www.gallerywalk.org/PM_Basquiat.html

News item just popped up. Odd.

Parachutist dies jumping from Eiffel Tower

Tue May 17,10:20 AM ET

PARIS (Reuters) - A Norwegian man died parachuting off the Eiffel Tower after his parachute became tangled up in the metal structure, a French police source said on Tuesday.


The 31-year-old jumped off the second floor of the structure on Monday night, planning to descend safely to the ground. But his equipment became caught in the monument and he landed on the floor below.

"The jump didn't happen quite as he wanted," the police source said. "He died on impact." It is illegal to parachute from the 300-meter (980-foot) high landmark. The police were not aware of the man's plan and have opened an investigation.

Hundreds of people, most of them committing suicide, have jumped to their deaths from the tower which was built in 1889 for an exhibition celebrating the French Revolution.

WOW!

Sad...

Hi Francis. The reason I said odd was he's from Norway. I'm willing to bet the parachute was purchased there rather than Paris. He hauls the thing along to Paris to jump off the Eiffel Tower? Sounds like some marbles rolling around loose in his head. Now, if it was a Finn like my wonderful ex-wife it would make sense because she could land on her head and be unharmed. (Oh, that Bob is so unkind)

Actually, they (four Norwegians altogether) wanted to make a ´commercial film about clothes for youth.

Btw: the first person to have died parachuting from the Tour Eiffel was a certain Franz Reichelt, on February, 4, 1912.

The modern parachutes are definitely better. I understand that if they don't open you can get a refund.

Any time a person does something foolish to test an invention, that's a key that they need a keeper, Walter. Let's take the Wright Bros., for instance.

Bob, you find something light in everything, and that's a testament to your survival, hard head or no.

For all the survivors out there:








Gloria Gaynor I Will Survive lyrics

First I was afraid
I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live
Without you by my side
But I spent so many nights
Thinking how you did me wrong
I grew strong
I learned how to carry on
And so you're back
From outer space
I just walked in to find you here
With that sad look upon your face
I should have changed my stupid lock
I should have made you leave your key
If I had known for just one second
You'd be back to bother me

Go on now go walk out the door
Just turn around now
'cause you're not welcome anymore
Weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye
You think I'd crumble
You think I'd lay down and die
Oh no, not I
I will survive
As long as i know how to love
I know I will stay alive
I've got all my life to live
I've got all my love to give
And I'll survive
I will survive

It took all the strength I had
Not to fall apart
Kept trying hard to mend
The pieces of my broken heart
And I spent oh so many nights
Just feeling sorry for myself
I used to cry
Now I hold my head up high
And you see me
Somebody new
I'm not that chained up little person
Still in love with you
And so you felt like dropping in
And just expect me to be free
Now I'm saving all my loving
For someone who's loving me

BEAUTIFUL NOISE

Written by Neil Diamond

What a beautiful noise
Comin' up from the street
Got a beautiful sound
It's got a beautiful beat

It's a beautiful noise
Goin' on everywhere
Like the clickety-clack
Of a train on a track
It's got a rhytm to spare

It's a beautiful noise
And it's a sound that I love
And it fits me as well
As a hand in a glove
Yes it does, yes it does

What a beautiful noise
Comin' up from the park
It's the song of this kids
And it plays until dark

It's the song of the cars
On their furious flights
But there's even romance
In the way that they dance
To the beat of the lights

It's a beautiful noise
And it's a sound that I love
And ist makes me feel good
Like a hand in a glove
Yes it does, yes it does
What a beautiful noise

It's a beautiful noise
Made of joy and of strife
Like a symphony played
By the passing parade
It's the music of life

What a beautiful noise
Comin' into my room
And it's beggin' for me
Just to give it a tune

Guess where Fiona was today?

Nice, Cannes, Cap d'Antibes and Monte Carlo. I kid you not.

Left Liverpool John Lennon Airport at six this morning, landed back at eleven tonight.

Heavy rain in MC, but sunny most of the day. they went in the Med for a swim.

[C] Have you ever been down to Haiti, when
The summer sun was sinkin' [G7] low
There's nothin' but romance, just everwhere you glance
And the native hearts are all a-[C] glow
But when the Cuban Queen comes upon the scene
They all stare like a statue out of [F] stone
And when they realize what's be-[C] fore their eyes
The other [G7] girls are left all a-[C] lone.

[C] Down in the Caribbean, it's not a dream you're seein'
When you get a glimpse of the lady with the [G7] charm
But from miles away you can see her sway
To the beat of the Cuban Conga line that [C] forms.

[C] Up in a tree so high, way up in the sky
Sits a wide-eyed monkey on a [G7] limb
He wonders why the people go to so much trouble
Just to try to be like [C] him
He doesn't understand, that it's a lady's hand
That makes a heart feel so sub-[F] lime
But before too long, he starts [C] singing the song
And then he [G7] gets in the Conga [C] line.

Columbus searched for spices, but he missed the nicest
Part of the Caribbean
He didn't see the charms and the open arms
It was the gold that he was seein'
Oh, but I'm glad he missed, the sweetest thing I've kissed
'Cause we're on our honeymoon
I'm so sorry Chris, to talk about you like this
But you were five-hundred years too soon.

And, while Fiona swam in the Med, and Bob played a beautiful noise, Letty just finished watching the movie, White Noise. I know, listeners, coincidence.

and another:

edgar sings of Haiti and we all remember ..................................

Toussaint Described
Throughout his arduous and perilous career, Toussaint L'Ouverture found great support himself, and exerted great influence over others, in virtue of his deep and pervading sense of religion. We might almost declare that from that source he derived more power than from all others. The foundation of his religious sentiments was laid in his childhood. . . .

In his mature years, and in the days of his great conflict, Toussaint possessed an iron frame and a stout arm. Capable of almost any amount of labour and endurance, he was terrible in battle, and rarely struck without deadly effect. Yet in his childhood he was weak and infirm to such a degree, that for a long time his parents doubted of being able to preserve his existence. So delicate was his constitution that he received the descriptive appellation of Fatras-Baton, which might be rendered in English by "Little Lath." But with increase of years the stripling hardened and strengthened his frame by the severest labours and the most violent exercises. At the age of twelve he surpassed all his equals in the plantation in bodily feats. Who so swift in hunting? who so clever to swim across a foaming torrent? who so skilful to back a horse in full speed, and direct him at his will? The spirit of the man was already working in the boy.

Come on, listeners, call in and we'll read your palm!

progress slowly enough happening at the dys/diane patio garden, peach tree in foreground went in yesterday. When we moved in 11 months ago this was nothing but a pile of gravel, wall to wall.

dys, that is truly earth magic. Just thinking of all the hard work that went into that patio garden, folks.

I wish our listeners could see the marvelous configuration that has been created out of gravel. Tender blades of grass; the newly planted peach tree; the erupting color of red and lavender--yellow and white--trimmed with brick.

Just looking at that makes me feel quiet and peaceful.

Beautiful, dys.