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Thank you Diane. However, I don't want you to be of the wrong impression. My daughter is a grown woman - that won't hamper her from enjoying the book though. For that matter, I think I'd enjoy it.

Well, my word. There's Diane from the Land of Enchantment.

Listeners, we always like to see her cool and limpid green eyes, do we not?

Name that song, Lady!

Letty, this song holds a place in my heart because someone dedicated it to me when I was in high school, but he never identified himself. Sigh, swoon.

Jimmy Dorsey
English lyrics by E. Rivera and Eddie Woods
Music by Nilo Menendez

#1 week of August 30, 1941 through September 20, 1941

(male voice)
Well, Green Eyes with their soft lights,
Your eyes that promise sweet nights,
Bring to my soul a longing, a thirst for love divine.
In dreams I seem to hold you, to find you and enfold you,
Our lips meet and our hearts, too, with a thrill so sublime.


Those cool and limpid Green Eyes -
A pool wherein my love lies.
So deep that in my searching for happiness
I fear that they will ever haunt me,
All through my life they'll taunt me.
But will they ever want me?
Green Eyes, make my dreams come true.

(Female voice)
Well, Green Eyes with the soft lights,
And eyes that promise sweet nights,
Bring to my soul a longing, a thirst for love divine.
In dreams I seem to hold you, to find you and enfold you,
Our lips meet and our hearts, too, with a thrill so sublime.

Those cool and limpid Green Eyes -
A pool wherein my love lies.
So deep that in my searching for happiness
I fear that they will ever haunt me,
All through my life they'll taunt me.
But will they ever want me?
Green Eyes, I love you.

Transcribed by Samantha Stevens
sammi_s_1998
yahoo.com
Related:

LOL Aggie, I read it and tears came to my eyes. Any story, if it's good, is appropriate for anyone.

Greeen Eyed Lady, lovely lady
Strolling slowly towards the sun

Green eyed lady ocean lady
Soothing every wave that comes

Green eyed lady, passion's lady
Dressed in love she lives for life to be

Green eyed lady feels like I never see
Setting suns and lonely lovers free

Green eyed lady, windswept lady
Moves the night the waves the sand

Green eyed lady ocean lady
Child of nature, friend of man

Green eyed lady passions lady
Dressed in love she lives for life to be

Green eyed lady feels like I never see.

Ahhhhh, a mysterious admirer. One of my students kept writing startling things about me but I would never have known had another not shown me his notebook. I simply gave it to the culprit and told him that I didn't think he would want this shown around. You have never seen such a shocked look on a kid's face!

Well, listeners. We certainly do miss Germany, Norway, France, Denmark and lands other than our own.

And we all here hope Turtle Island returns to tell us about Whitebeard.

Speaking of islands: for edgar and whomever.





This is my island in the sun
where my people have toiled since time begun
I may sail on many a sea

her shores will always be home to me

Oh island in the sun

built to me by my father's hand
all my days I will sing in praise

of your forest waters
your shining sand

As morning breaks
the heaven on high

I lift my heavy load to the sky

sun comes down with a burning glow

mingles my sweat with the earthly low

Oh island in the sun

built to me by my father's hand
all my days I will sing in praise

of your forest waters
your shining sand

Solo

I see woman on bended knee

cutting cane for her family
I see man at the water-side

casting nets at the surfing tide

Oh island in the sun

built to me by my father's hand
all my days I will sing in praise

of your forest waters
your shining sand

I hope the day will never come

that I can't awake to the sound of drum

never let me miss carnaval

with calypso songs
philosophical.

Oh island in the sun

built to me by my father's hand
all my days I will sing in praise

of your forest waters
your shining sand

come on the air, edgar. Raggedy and I have both given you a reason to come back.

Hey, dys. I don't recall your name being conjured. <smile> That song was perfectly beautiful, however:

And, folks, I do believe that C.J. and panz have run off to a desert island.

YoooHoooo! Where's McTag?

'France' is on business in Germany :wink:



Can't you see
I love you
Please don't break my heart in two
That's not hard to do
'Cause I don't have a wooden heart
And if you say goodbye
Then I know that I would cry
Maybe I would die
'Cause I don't have a wooden heart
There's no strings upon this love of mine
It was always you from the start
Treat me nice
Treat me good
Treat me like you really should
'Cause I'm not made of wood
And I don't have a wooden heart
Muss i denn, muss i denn
Zum Staedtele hinaus
Staedtele hinaus
Und du, mein Schatz, bleibst hier?
There's no strings upon this love of mine
It was always you from the start
Sei mir gut
Sei mir gut
Sei mir wie du wirklich sollst
Wie du wirklich sollst
'Cause I don't have a wooden heart

out on the sea, there is an island
out on the sea, there is a place
out on the sea there's a wave
with the power to save
all the sailors from the dark and the deep

we used to dance in the shadows
under the moon's pale light
away from home and all alone
turning away into the night
and she would shine like a diamond

trapped in a clear crystal ring
and the tears in my eyes
were the stars in the sky
fading away when she would sing

out on the sea, there is an island
out on the sea, there is a place
out on the sea there's a wave
with the power to save
all the sailors from the dark and the deep

Oh, my Gawd, Walter. There's Englebert again. Right? and speaking in teutonic? heh heh.

Well, Francis said that the national sport in France was going on strike, so what's this I hear about the French Open being won by a kid wearing an erring?

LEAD PIRATE:
Full speed ahead, Mr. Cohen!

CHORUS:
Up, up, up your premium. Up, up, up your premium.
PIRATE:
Scribble away!
CHORUS:
Up, up, up your premium.
PIRATE:
And balance the books.
CHORUS:
Up, up, up your premium.
PIRATE:
Scribble away!
CHORUS:
Up, up, up your premium.
PIRATE:
But manage the books.
CHORUS:
Up, up, up.


Monty Python

Now we're cookin' listeners.

Pirates, and premiums, and green eyes and such,
Islands in water and genders reversed.

here's some genuine pirate mayhem; Nina Simone did a rousing rendition of it.

Pirate Jenny
(1928) Bertolt Brecht, Kurt Weill

You people can watch while I'm scrubbing these floors
And I'm scrubbin' the floors while you're gawking
Maybe once ya tip me and it makes ya feel swell
In this crummy Southern town
In this crummy old hotel
But you'll never guess to who you're talkin'.
No. You couldn't ever guess to who you're talkin'.

Then one night there's a scream in the night
And you'll wonder who could that have been
And you see me kinda grinnin' while I'm scrubbin'
And you say, "What's she got to grin?"
I'll tell you.

There's a ship
The Black Freighter
with a skull on its masthead
will be coming in

You gentlemen can say, "Hey gal, finish them floors!
Get upstairs! What's wrong with you! Earn your keep here!
You toss me your tips
and look out to the ships
But I'm counting your heads
as I'm making the beds
Cuz there's nobody gonna sleep here, honey
Nobody
Nobody!

Then one night there's a scream in the night
And you say, "Who's that kicking up a row?"
And ya see me kinda starin' out the winda
And you say, "What's she got to stare at now?"
I'll tell ya.

There's a ship
The Black Freighter
turns around in the harbor
shootin' guns from her bow

Now
You gentlemen can wipe off that smile off your face
Cause every building in town is a flat one
This whole frickin' place will be down to the ground
Only this cheap hotel standing up safe and sound
And you yell, "Why do they spare that one?"
Yes.
That's what you say.
"Why do they spare that one?"

All the night through, through the noise and to-do
You wonder who is that person that lives up there?
And you see me stepping out in the morning
Looking nice with a ribbon in my hair

And the ship
The Black Freighter
runs a flag up its masthead
and a cheer rings the air

By noontime the dock
is a-swarmin' with men
comin' out from the ghostly freighter
They move in the shadows
where no one can see
And they're chainin' up people
and they're bringin' em to me
askin' me,
"Kill them NOW, or LATER?"
Askin' ME!
"Kill them now, or later?"

Noon by the clock
and so still by the dock
You can hear a foghorn miles away
And in that quiet of death
I'll say, "Right now.
Right now!"

Then they'll pile up the bodies
And I'll say,
"That'll learn ya!"

And the ship
The Black Freighter
disappears out to sea
And
on
it
is
me

The above in the original German version ...


Meine Herren, heute sehen sie mich Gläser abwaschen.
Und ich mache das Bett für jeden.
Und Sie geben mir einen Penny und ich bedanke mich schnell.
Und sie sehen meine Lumpen und dies lumpige Hotel.
Und sie wissen nicht, mit wem Sie reden.
Aber eines Abends wird ein Geschrei sein am Hafen.
Und man fragt: Was ist das für ein Geschrei?
Und man wird mich lächeln seh'n bei meinen Gläsern.
Und man sagt: was lächelt die dabei?
Und ein Schiff mit acht Segeln
Und mit fünfzig Kanonen
Wird liegen am Kai.
Meine Herren, da wird wohl Ihr Lachen aufhören
Denn die Mauern werden fallen hin
Und die Stadt wird gemacht dem Erdboden gleich
Nur ein lumpiges Hotel wird verschont von jedem Streich
Und man fragt: Wer wohnt besonderes darin?
Und in dieser Nacht wird ein Geschrei um das Hotel sein
Und man fragt: Warum wird das Hotel verschont?
Und man wird mich sehen treten aus der Tür gen Morgen
Und man sagt: Die hat darin gewohnt?
Und das Schiff mit acht Segeln
Und mit fünfzig Kanonen
Wird beflaggen den Mast
Und es werden kommen hundert gen Mittag an Land
Und werden in den Schatten treten
Und fangen einen jeglichen aus jeglicher Tür
Und legen ihn in Ketten und bringen vor mir
Und fragen: Welchen sollen wir töten?
Und an diesem Mittag wird es still sein am Hafen
Wenn man fragt, wer wohl sterben muss...
Und dann werden Sie mich sagen hören: ALLE!
Und wenn dann der Kopf fällt, sag' ich: Hoppla!
Und das Schiff mit acht Segeln
Und mit fünfzig Kanonen
Wird entschwinden mit mir...

Applause--applause for Walter and Yitwail.

Arrrrrr, Matey. Long John Silver and cap'n hook they both were cut out of the same old book.

Never smile at a crocodile,
Never stop and say you'd like to chat awhile.
Don't be taken in by his friendly grin,
He is thinking how you'd fit into his skin.

As I have often noted, we hear it all on this spacy radio.

From our science editor:

By Randy Dotinga
HealthDay Reporter
Mon May 23, 7:02 PM ET



MONDAY, May 23 (HealthDay News) -- Oh yeah, right!



No, it's true -- many of you don't go a day without dishing out several doses of sarcasm. But some brain-damaged people can't comprehend sarcasm, and Israeli researchers think it's because a specific brain region has gone dark.


The region, according to the researchers, handles the task of detecting hidden meaning, a crucial component of sarcasm. If that part of the brain is out of commission, the irony doesn't come through, the scientists report in the May issue of Neuropsychology.


"People with prefrontal brain damage suffer from difficulties in understanding other people's mental states, and they lack empathy," said study co-author Simone Shamay-Tsoory, a researcher at the University of Haifa. "Therefore, they can't understand what the speaker really is talking about, and get only the literal meaning."


The findings, Shamay-Tsoory said, could help rehabilitation centers do a better job of helping brain-damaged patients adjust to the world and understand other people.


In their study, Shamay-Tsoory and her colleagues first enrolled 58 subjects -- 25 participants with prefrontal-lobe damage, 17 who were healthy and 16 who had damage to the posterior lobe of the brain.


Then they tested each person by exposing them to several "neutral" and sarcastic comments recorded by actors as part of a story. This "sarcasm meter" was designed to gauge how well the subjects could comprehend the unique kind of irony that is sarcasm.


For example, actors read phrases such as "don't work too hard" in both a neutral sense (meaning "you're a hard worker") and a sarcastic sense (meaning "you're a real slacker"). Each comment came in proper context as part of a story about, say, a worker who's sleeping or a worker who's grinding away at his job.


All the subjects understood the sarcasm except for those with damage to the prefrontal area, which is above the eye sockets and behind the forehead. And among those, people with damage to a specific area known as the ventromedial area had the most trouble deciphering sarcasm.


The researchers think lesions in several parts of the brain can contribute to an inability to understand sarcasm. But, they wrote, this particular area is important because it draws on your innate recognition of the emotions of other people -- empathy -- and past experiences to comprehend a speaker's intentions.


Brian Knutson, an assistant professor of neuroscience at Stanford University, said the findings make sense because the brain's cortex handles a variety of sophisticated tasks, and sarcasm could be on the list.


The findings also reflect a growing interest in how emotion is processed by the brain. "Emotion has not been a popular topic in science for a long time," because it's difficult to measure, he said, but things are changing.

They'll eventually come around to Letty's way of thinking. (sure they will)

There are only TWO emotions: Love and Fear!

Station break:

This is cyber spacy, WA2K radio.

here's a weather update from the birthday boy, Mr. Zimmerman:

you don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows
the answer is blowin' in the wind
a hard rain's a-gonna fall
I'll give you shelter from the storm

Hey, folks. Yit is no twit, is he. He worked in several good melodies; gave us a weather report and saluted Dylan/Zimmerman all in the same breath.

er, Yitwail, you are a man, right? Hard to tell, sometimes, folks, cause the acoustics aren't the greatest in our studio.

Back to the islands:

By Leon Russell

Now the day is gone,
And I sit alone and think of you, girl
What can I do without you in my life?
Wond'ring if you love me,
Or just making a fool of me
Well I hope you understand,
I just had to go back to the island

And watch the sun go down
Hear the sea roll in
I'll be thinking of you
And how it might have been
Hear the night bird cry
Watch the sunset down
Well I hope you understand
I just had to go back to the island

For all the sunny skies, it's rainin' in my heart
I know down in my soul I'm really gonna miss you,
But it had to end this way,
With all the games we played
Well I hope you understand
I just had to go back to the island

And watch the sun go down
Hear the sea roll in
I'll be thinking of you
And how it might have been
Hear the night bird cry
Watch the sunset down
Well I hope you understand
I just had to go back to the island.

Question of the Day:

What was Thor Hyerdahl's purpose in the Kon Tiki adventure?

Don't forget this song, tying in Dylan's birthday and Diane's eyes:


With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes,
Oh, who among them do they think could bury you?
With your pockets well protected at last,
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass,
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,
Who among them do they think could carry you?
green-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, green-eyed lady, should I wait?

i admit to being of the male persuasion. now that i've got that out of the way, my impression of Kon Tiki is that Hyerdahl was demonstrating how Polynesians dispersed across the Pacific on reed boats. incidentally, on the phenomenon of gender, listeners might be interested to learn that in birds, the females have 2 different sex chromosomes, W & Z, while males have two W's, whereas reptiles, which a lay person might assume to be closer to birds than mammals, have the same XY mechanism, XX for female & XY for male.