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Pipes in bruyère are called briars..

Gorsh, Walter. I thought I was giving our audience a really hard question; however, no one has yet connected the Russell named Jack to Raggedy's bit.

The pipe wasn't a pipe when I got the kit ...

They bite, not the same way :wink:

Heh! Heh! Well, Francis, I see you know your allusions.

Clever folks these Europeans, no?

We sing; we play; here on WA2K.

okay, dog lovers:

Roy Rogers.

Key = G (3/4)

Intro: D7 - D7 - G - G


Chorus

G C
A Four Legged Friend -- A Four Legged Friend
D7 G
He'll Never Let You Down
C
He's Honest And Faithful Right Up To The End (First Time Only)
D7 G G {D7 D7 G G}
That Wonderful One Two Three Four Legged Friend

G C
A Woman's Like Cactus And Cactus Can Hurt
D7 G
'Cause She's Just A Tight Waisted Winky Eyed Flirt
C
She'll Soon Have Your Land And Your Pride And Your Gold
D7 G
And Bury You Deep Long Before You Grow Old

Repeat Chorus

Inst. Solo: G - G - C - C - D7 - D7 - G - G - C - C - D7 - D7 - D7 - G - G

G C
A Two Legged Hombre Is Worthless As Sand
D7 G
He'll Smile Like A Saint With A Gun In His Hand
C
He'll Promise To Stick By Your Side Like A Pal
D7 G
But He'll Also Promise The Same To Your Gal

Repeat Chorus

Inst. Solo: G - G - C - C - D7 - D7 - G - G - C - C - D7 - D7 - D7 - G - G

G C
Who Carries Your Burden -- Who Carries Your Load
D7 G
On Tumbleweed Land Or A Long Dusty Road
C
Who Asks You No Questions Who Tells You No Lies
D7 G
That Four Legged Friend With The Two Honest Eyes

G C
A Four Legged Friend -- A Four Legged Friend
D7 G
He'll Never Let You Down
C
He's Honest And Faithful Right Up To The End
D7 G
That Wonderful Four Legged Friend
D7 G
That Wonderful One Two Three Four Legged Friend ---- Whoa Trigger.


That's an antithesis to Nicole's observation, folks.

Dog - Bullet

There's A Goldmine In The SkyPat Boone

There's a gold mine in the sky far away
We will find it, you and I some sweet day
There'll be clover just for you down the line
Where the skies are always blue, pal of mine
Take your time, ole mule
I know you're growing lame
But you'll pasture in the stars
When we strike that claim
And we'll set up there and watch
The world roll by
When we find that long lost gold mine
In the sky ,far away, far away we will find that
Long lost gold mine some sweet day
And we'll say hello to friends who said goodbye
When we find that long lost gold mine
In the sky, far away, far away

Originally released in 1937 by Horace Heidt (it is his composition)
Performed by a variety of other artists including
Bing Crosby, Gene Autry(6/3/50), Nat "King" Cole (Recorded 1957)
Included in the play "Summer of the Seventeenth Doll" by Ray Lawler

There's our edgar with a dog named bullet. <smile>

Well, folks, I have often wondered about those gold mines and pies in the sky. Perhaps they are just buttermilk clouds:

Old Buttermilk Sky


Music/lyrics-Hoagy Carmichael, Jack Brooks, 1946
tabulated by Jim Ouzts,




6 -6 7 -8 8 6 -6 7 -8 8
Ole buttermilk sky. I'm keeping my eye

7 -6 6
Peeled on you.

-6 7 -8 7 7 7
What's the good word tonight.

6 6 -6 7 -8 -8 7 -6 7
Are you gonna be mellow tonight?

6 -6 6 -6 6 7 -6 6
Ole buttermilk sky. Can't you see

-4 4 5 5 5 5
That my donkey and me,

4 -4 5-4 4 -4 5 -4 -4
We're as happy as a Christmas tree,

5 6 -5 5 4 -4 4
Heading for the one I love.

y 4 4 4 4 -4 5 -5 4
I'm gonna pop'er the question,

-5 6 4
That question,

-6 -6 -6 -6 6 -5 6
Do ya darlin' do ya do?

4 -4 5 -5 4 -5 64
It'll be easy, so easy,

-6-6 -6 -6-6 6 -5 6
If I can only bank on you.

6 -6 7 -8 8 6 -6 7 -8 8
Ole buttermilk sky, I'm telling you why,

7 -6 6 -6 7 -8 -8 7 7
Now you know. Keep it in mind tonight.

6 6 -6 -8 -8 7 -6 7
Keep brushing those clouds from sight.

6 -6 6 -6 6 7 -6 6 5
Ole buttermilk sky, don't you fail me

-4 4 5 5 5 5
When I'm needing you most.

3 4 5 -4 4 -4 5 -4 -4
Hang the moon above her hitching post.

5 6 5 4 3 -3 4
Hitch me to the one I love.

6 -6 6 -6 6
You can if you try.

6 -6 6 -6 6
Don't tell me no lie.

7 -6 6 5 -4 4 5 5 5
Will you be mellow and bright tonight?

-6 6 -6 6
Buttermilk sky.

6 -6 6 -6 6

Gonna Find Me A BluebirdMarvin Rainwater & Joyce Hahn

Gonna find me a bluebird
Let him sing me a song
Cause my heart's been broken
Much too long
Gonna chase me a rainbow
Thru' a heaven of blue
Cause I'm all through crying over you

There was a time my love was needed
My life completed, my dreams come true
Then came the time my life was haunted
My love unwanted, all for you

Gonna find me a bluebird
Let him sing me a song
Cause my heart's been broken
Much too long
Gonna chase me a rainbow
Thru' a heaven of blue
Cause I'm all through crying over you

Reached #18 in 1957

Little Blue
The Beautiful South
(Heaton/Rotheray)

You can't write a novel from a briefcase
You can write a poem from a trench
You can dream a dream from A to B
But you can't catch a bus from a bench

You don't back a horse called Striding Snail
You don't name your boat Titanic II
So why when I see your happy smiling face
Do I always end up singing Little Blue

Little Blue, how do you do
Your smile looks like heaven
but your eyes hold a storm about to brew
Little Blue
How can a flower so pretty
be so laden down with dew
Little Blue

How can a flower so beautiful
be so laden down with dew
Little Blue

You can't build a brewery on a cemetery
You can build a pub on a church
And people fall quicker than buildings do
You have to decide what comes first

You don't call a plane the Flying Roman
'Cause the Romans always walked and never flew
So why when I see your happy smiling face
Do I always end up singing Little Blue

Little Blue, how do you do
Your smile looks like heaven
but your eyes hold a storm about to brew
Little Blue
How can a flower so pretty
be so laden down with dew
Little Blue

Well Bukowski wrote a story from a barstool
And Keats from the top of a hill
So I'm going to save my special song for you
From a grave where it's quiet and it's chill

'Cause there's a queue of clouds assembled
On the horizon of your smile
When most think that you're holding back
I know you're holding bile

Little Blue, how do you do
Your smile looks like heaven
but your eyes hold a storm about to brew
Little Blue
How can a flower so pretty
be so laden down with dew
Little Blue

How can a flower so beautiful
be so laden down with dew
Little Blue

Well, listeners, it's that time of night again. Somewhere out there tiny heads are nodding, and for those sleepy tikes:


Red and yellow and blue and green,
Purple and orange and pink,
I can sing a rainbow,
Sing a rainbow,
Sing a rainbow too!

Listen to your heart,
Listen to your heart,
And sing everything you feel,
I can sing a rainbow,
Sing a rainbow,
Sing a rainbow too

Alternate Version:

Red and yellow and pink and green
Purple and orange and blue
I can sing a rainbow,
sing a rainbow,
sing a rainbow too.

Listen with your eyes,
Listen with your ears,
and sing everything you see,
I can sing a rainbow,
sing a rainbow,
sing along with me.

Red and yellow and pink and green,
Purple and orange and blue,
I can sing a rainbow,
sing a rainbow,
sing a rainbow too!

Remember, mothers and dads--teach them to listen with their hearts as well.

One Last Love Song
The Beautiful South
(Heaton/Rotheray)

I once had a friend who I loved from my heart
But I went on and left her 'fore I'd made a start
Now I'm moaning the blues like the rest of the charts
Take me back

So I'll cry with a limp
Just get by on a limb
Till these blue eyes of mine they are closed
So here's to an old fashioned peck on the cheek
And farewell my sweet Northern Rose

Give me one last love song
To bring you back, bring you back
Give me one last video, just dressed in black, dressed in black
Give him a chorus and that bit at the end
Where he wails on and on 'bout the loss of a friend
Let him scream loudly 'well this love could mend'
Let it die, let it die

Those bloody great ballads we hated at first
Well I bought them all, now I'm writing worse
Save us from baldness and saving the earth
Take me back

And I'll smile with a limp
And I'll love with a limp
Till the clouds disappear from above
And as the storm moves away all I can say
Is there's a towel on the door for your love

Give me one last love song
To bring you back, bring you back
Give me one last video, just dressed in black, dressed in black
Give him a chorus and that bit at the end
Where he wails on and on 'bout the loss of a friend
Let him scream loudly 'well this love could mend'
Let it die, let it die, let it die

I'll Sail This Ship Alone
The Beautiful South
(Heaton/Rotheray)

If, if you choose that we will always lose
Well then I'll sail this ship alone
And if, if you decide to give him another try
Well then I'll sail this ship alone

Well they said if I wrote the perfect love song
You would take me back
Well I wrote it but I lost it
And now will you take me back anyway

Now if, if you insist that this is for the best
Well then I'll sail this ship alone
And if, if you swear that you no longer care
Well then I'll sail this ship alone

I'll sail this ship alone
Between the pain and the pleasure
I'll sail this ship alone
Amongst the sharks and the treasure
If you would rather go your way then go your way
I'll sail this ship alone

If, if you're afraid that I won't make the grade
Well then I'll sail this ship alone
And if, if you agree to him instead of me
Well then I'll sail this ship alone

Well they said if I wrote the perfect letter
That I would have a chance
Well I wrote it, and you burnt it
And now do I have a chance anyway

If, if you swear that you no longer care
Well then I'll sail this ship alone

I'll sail this ship alone
Between the pain and the pleasure
I'll sail this ship alone
Amongst the sharks and the treasure
If you would rather go your way then go your way
I'll sail this ship alone

Well they said if I burnt myself alive
That you'd come running back

Ah, dj. You know how to create, does he not listeners? Somehow I can just picture you sitting on that bench under that crab apple tree with pen in hand and composing.

"..and I'll love with a limp; and I'll smile with a limp...."

for our wonderful man of the lyrics, dj:


WITH PEN IN HAND
Vikki Carr

With pen in hand you sign your name
Today I find I'll be on that train
And you'll be free and i will be alone
So alone
If you think we can't find
The love we once knew
If you think I can't make
Everything up to you
Then I'll be gone
And you'll be on your own
You'll be on your own
Can you take good care of Jenny
Can you take her to school everyday
Can you teach her how to play
All the games that little girls play
Here what I say
Can you teach her how to roll up her hair
Can you make sure each night
That she says her prayers
Well if you can do these things
Then maybe she won't miss me
Maybe she won't miss me
And tonight as you lay
In that big lonely bed
And you look at that pillow
Where I laid my head
With your heart on fire
Will you have no desire
To kiss me
Or to hold me
And if you can forget
The good times that we had
If you don't think the good times
Outweigh the bad
Than go ahead and sign your name
And I'll be on my way
I'll be on my way
La da da da da da da da da
La da da da da da da da da
FADE

Well, folks. Guess I had better say goodnight, cause I have an appointment that I must keep tomorrow:

Goodnight (Originally Performed by Cliff Eberhardt)

Sleepless nights don't bother me at all
If dawn comes I won't worry
Something deep inside keeps me awake
I wish that you were here right beside me
Wooaah-aah-ohhh...

I recall when I was very young
And could not go to sleep
My father sang me songs to make me tired
But memories don't make it easier
Wooaah-aah-ohhh...

So goodnight
Wherever you are sleeping
And I hope that if you dream
You dream of me
So goodnight
Wherever you are sleeping
And I hope that if you dream
You dream of me

Now I lie awake and it's no fun
Tossing and turning
I'd call you if it weren't so very late
But telephones don't bring you close to me
Wooaah-aah-ohhh...

I recall the times we stayed up late
Wide awake but still dreaming
There was nothing on this earth could make me tired
But memories don't make it easier
Wooaah-aah-ohhh...

So goodnight
Wherever you are sleeping
And I hope that if you dream
If you dream, you dream of me

So goodnight
Wherever you are sleeping
And I hope that if you dream
If you dream, you dream of me
And I hope that if you dream
You dream of me

So I finally tuned in to the right radio station with charming Ms. Letty
and I like to leave some greetings for panzade - we miss you "out" there - and greetings to everyone else too.

Since you're all asleep, I'll send a good night song your way

Now it's time to say good night
Good night Sleep tight
Now the sun turns out his light
Good night Sleep tight
Dream sweet dreams for me
Dream sweet dreams for you.

Close your eyes and I'll close mine
Good night Sleep tight
Now the moon begins to shine
Good night Sleep tight
Dream sweet dreams for me
Dream sweet dreams for you.

Close your eyes and I'll close mine
Good night Sleep tight
Now the sun turns out his light
Good night Sleep tight
Dream sweet dreams for me
Dream sweet dreams for you.

Good night Good night Everybody
Everybody everywhere
Good night.

Good morning from good sunny old Europe!

Although, it's already two hours later now:


"Il est cinq heures, Paris s'éveille"
by
Jacques Dutronc.

Je suis l'dauphin d'la place Dauphine
Et la place Blanche a mauvaise mine
Les camions sont pleins de lait
Les balayeurs sont pleins d'balais

Il est cinq heures
Paris s'éveille
Paris s'éveille

Les travestis vont se raser
Les stripteaseuses sont rhabillées
Les traversins sont écrasés
Les amoureux sont fatigués

Il est cinq heures
Paris s'éveille
Paris s'éveille

Le café est dans les tasses
Les cafés nettoient leurs glaces
Et sur le boulevard Montparnasse
La gare n'est plus qu'une carcasse

Il est cinq heures
Paris s'éveille
Paris s'éveille

La tour Eiffel a froid aux pieds
L'Arc de Triomphe est ranimé
Et l'Obélisque est bien dressé
Entre la nuit et la journée

Il est cinq heures
Paris s'éveille
Paris s'éveille

Les banlieusards sont dans les gares
A la Villette on tranche le lard
Paris by night, regagne les cars
Les boulangers font des bâtards

Il est cinq heures
Paris s'éveille
Paris s'éveille

Les journaux sont imprimés
Les ouvriers sont déprimés
Les gens se lèvent, ils sont brimés
C'est l'heure où je vais me coucher

Il est cinq heures
Paris se lève
Il est cinq heures
Je n'ai pas sommeil.

Walter, by the hour you cite, I was in Morpheus arms. Very hard to leave them, even by seven...