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Tonight's TV soul & blues programme, in our weekly series, was about southern soul, STAX records, Otis Redding, Booker T and the MGs, Wilson Pickett, Aretha Franklin, Muscle Shoals, and Sam & Dave, contributions from Jerry Wexler, Percy Sledge, and others. Very good.

Finger-poppingly splendiferous.

Well, well, McTag. Otis Redding. That song is perfect for my waterway.

Artist: Otis Redding Lyrics
Song: Sitting on the Dock of the Bay Lyrics

Sitting in the morning sun
I'll be sitting when the evening comes
Watching the ships roll in
And I watch 'em roll away again

[Refrain]
Sitting on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
I'm just sitting on the dock of the bay
Wasting time

I left my home in Georgia
Headed for the 'Frisco bay
'Cause I had nothin to live for
And look like nothing's gonna come my way

So I'm just...
[Refrain]

Look like nothing's gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can't do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I'll remain the same

Sittin here resting my bones
And this loneliness won't leave me alone
It's two thousand miles I roamed
Just to make this dock my home

Now, I'm just...

Done :wink:

Walter, you definitely qualify for Santa's helper.

Thanks, Germany, and another thanks on behalf of a mysterious lady

Listeners, shall we make Walter our man of the OED? Naw, he's better than they are.

It is very quiet here right now. I was recalling my ride on A1A as I drove to pick up a few needed things.

There was a wedding taking place on the beach, and all of the party were dressed in simple shirts and jeans. I think, perhaps, they were going to go through the ritual in the ocean, among the surfers, and the usual beach combers.

Standing at the corner of the Pop shop, as the Jazz boys call it, there was an Irishman named Jim. I think he said that his last name was McDoneal, but he was so very depleted, and he knew every Irish phrase that I have heard all my life. His story was the same, of course, waiting for his social security check to arrive. I knew that he was lying, and he knew that I knew. Yes, I gave him some money. I am not my brother's keeper in that respect.

In contrast, some bike rider was helping a woman to put up the top on her very posh convertible. They were totally indifferent to everything. I stopped and thought for a moment and wondered just who the real beggar was. Perhaps it was I.

There are no songs, listeners, that will convey this particular sensation, and best of all, no particular rules or laws.

"When my life is through, and the angels ask me to recall, the thrill of it all, then I will tell them, I remember people."

Slow dance
romance
put your arm around me
you make me feel so old
Take me to the drive-in movie
won't you move me now
before I get too cold
Popcorn serenader
won't you take her down easy
you make her feel like gold
Midnight crusader
when you take her easily
make her feel like gold

Boom town
hoe down
run across the track
don't look back
just lay low
Party pants running
romance interference
got to make appearance
sooner or later I'm told
Slow dance promenader
want to make her feel easy
make her feel like gold
midnight crusader
when you take it easy
make it feel like gold

What a line
was a long time
wasn't moonshine, wasn't
wiskey, wasn't even
party glow
got no looks
wasn't half-hooked
must've been some kind of book
they took that
showed 'em where to go
midnight persuader
got to break this town down slow
moonlight serenader
when you make it easy
make it feel like gold
Janis Ian

Well, dys. you interrupted my reverie, but I might as well play, I guess.











It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don't matter, anyhow
An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don't know by now
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'm trav'lin' on
Don't think twice, it's all right

It ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
That light I never knowed
An' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
I'm on the dark side of the road
Still I wish there was somethin' you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talkin' anyway
So don't think twice, it's all right

It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
Like you never did before
It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
I can't hear you any more
I'm a-thinkin' and a-wond'rin' all the way down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I'm told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don't think twice, it's all right

I'm walkin' down that long, lonesome road, babe
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
But goodbye's too good a word, gal
So I'll just say fare thee well
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don't think twice, it's all right.

Used Cars
Bruce Springsteen

My little sister's in the front seat with an ice cream cone
My ma's in the black seat sittin' all alone
As my pa steers her slow out of the lot for a test drive down Michigan Avenue

Now, my ma, she fingers her wedding band
And watches the salesman stare at my old man's hands
He's tellin' us all 'bout the break he'd give us if he could, but he just can't
Well if I could, I swear I know just what I'd do

Now, mister, the day the lottery I win I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car
again

Now, the neighbors come from near and far
As we pull up in our brand new used car
I wish he'd just hit the gas and let out a cry and tell 'em all they can kiss
our asses goodbye

My dad, he sweats the same job from mornin' to morn
Me, I walk home on the same dirty streets where I was born
Up the block I can hear my little sister in the front seat blowin' that horn
The sounds echoin' all down Michigan Avenue

Now, mister, the day my numbers comes in I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car
again

Son Of A Son Of A Sailor
Jimmy Buffett

As the son of a son of a sailor
I went out on the sea for adventure
Expanding the view of the captain and crew
Like a man just released from indenture

As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man
I have chalked up many a mile
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks
And I learned much from both of their styles

Chorus:
Son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer

Now away in the near future
Southeast of disorder
You can shake the hand of the mango man
As he greats you at the border

And the lady she hails from Trinidad
Island of the spices
Salt for your meat, and cinnamon sweet
And the rum is for all your good vices

Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind
That our forefathers harnessed before us
Hear the bells ring as the tight rigging sings
It's a son of a gun of a chorus

Where it all ends I can't fathom my friends
If I knew I might toss out my anchor
So I cruise along always searchin' for songs
Not a lawyer a thief or a banker

But a son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer

I'm just a son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer

dj, I wondered where you were, and there you are in the company of used cars and Buffets and such.

and I am thinking of other things:

Rupert Brooke 1887 - 1915



The Soldier

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English sky.

We are bound together, my friends, whether we want to be or not.

some good songs recorded by john prine

Dear John (I Sent Your Saddle Home)

When I woke up this morning
There was a note upon my door
Saying " Don't make me no coffee, Babe
Cause I won't be back no more"

And that's all she wrote
"Dear John", I sent your saddle home"

Now Jonah got along in the belly of a whale
Daniel in the lion's den
I know a guy that didn't try to get along
And he won't get a chance again

That's all she wrote
"Dear John", I sent your saddle home"

She didn't forward no address
No she never said goodbye
All she said was "If you get blue
Just hang your little head and cry"

That's all she wrote
"Dear John", I sent your saddle home"

Now my gal's short and stubby
She's mean as she can be
If that little old gal of mine
Ever gets a hold of me

That's all she wrote
"Dear John", I fetched your saddle home"

Went down to the bank this morning
The cashier said with a grin
I'm sorry for you Little John
But your wife has done been in

That's all she wrote
"Dear John", I sent your saddle home"

That's all she wrote
"Dear John", I sent your saddle home"


In A Town This Size

In a town this size, there's no place to hide
Everywhere you go you meet someone you know
You can't steal a kiss in a place like this
How the rumors do fly in a town this size
In a smokey bar in the backseat of your car
In your own little house someone's sure to find you out
What you do and what you think
What you eat and what you drink
If you smoke a cigarette they'll be talkin' about your breath

In a town this size, there's no place to hide
Everywhere you go you meet someone you know
You can't steal a kiss in a place like this
How the rumors do fly in a town this size

Oh, I had a fight with my girlfriend last night
Before the moon went down it was all over town
How he made me cry how I said goodbye
If it's true or not doesn't seem to count alot

In a town this size, there's no place to hide
Everywhere you go you meet someone you know
You can't steal a kiss in a place like this
How the rumors do fly in a town this size
In a town this size In a town this size



In Spite of Ourselves Lyrics
Artist(Band):John Prine
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In Spite of Ourselves

She don't like her eggs all runny
She thinks crossin' her legs is funny
She looks down her nose at money
She gets it on like the Easter Bunny
She's my baby I'm her honey
I'm never gonna let her go

He ain't got laid in a month of Sundays
I caught him once and he was sniffin' my undies
He ain't too sharp but he gets things done
Drinks his beer like it's oxygen
He's my baby
And I'm his honey
Never gonna let him go

In spite of ourselves
We'll end up a'sittin' on a rainbow
Against all odds
Honey, we're the big door prize
We're gonna spite our noses
Right off of our faces
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes.

She thinks all my jokes are corny
Convict movies make her horny
She likes ketchup on her scrambled eggs
Swears like a sailor when shaves her legs
She takes a lickin'
And keeps on tickin'
I'm never gonna let her go.

He's got more balls than a big brass monkey
He's a wacked out werido and a lovebug junkie
Sly as a fox and crazy as a loon
Payday comes and he's howlin' at the moon
He's my baby I don't mean maybe
Never gonna let him go

In spite of ourselves
We'll end up a'sittin' on a rainbow
Against all odds
Honey, we're the big door prize
We're gonna spite our noses
Right off of our faces
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes.
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes.

(spoken) In spite of ourselves


Milwaukee Here I Come

I'm gonna get on that old turnpike and I'm gonna ride
I'm gonna leave this town 'til you decide
Which one you want the most them Opry stars or me
Milwaukee here I come from Nashville, Tennessee

Milwaukee is where we were before we came here
Working in a brewery making the finest beer
You came to me on a payday night said let's go to Tennessee
So we drove to Nashville to the Grand Ole Opry

I'm gonna get on that old turpike and I'm gonna ride
I'm gonna leave this town 'til you decide
Which one you want the most those Opry stars or me
Milwaukee here I come from Nashville, Tennessee

We were watching TV Ernest Tubb was singing loud
I said that's the man for me I love him, there's no doubt
I'm leaving you and going now to find out where he's at
If I can't get him I'll settle for that bluegrass Lester Flatt.

I'm gonna get on that old turnpike and I'm gonna ride
I'm gonna leave this town 'til you decide
Which one you want the most
Me or Jerry Lee
Milwaukee here I come from Nashville, Tennessee
Milwaukee here I come from Nashville, Tennessee


(We're Not) The Jet Set

By a fountain back in Rome I fell in love with you
In a small cafe in Athens You said you loved me too
And it was April in Paris when I first held you close to me
Rome, Georgia, Athens, Texas And Paris, Tennessee

No, we're not the jet set
We're the old Chevro-let set
There's no Riviera
In Festus, Missouri
And you won't find Onassis
In Mullinville, Kansas
No, we're not the jet set
We're the old Chevro-let set
But ain't we got love

No, We're not the jet set
We're the old Chevro-let set
Our steak and martinis
Is draft beer with weenies
Our Bach and Tchaikovsky
Is Haggard and Husky
No, we're not the jet set
We're the old Chevro-let set
But ain't we got love

No, We're not the jet set
We're the old Chevro-let set
The Prine and DeMent set
Ain't the flaming suzette set
Our Bach and Tchaikovsky
Is Haggard and Husky
We're the old Chevro-let set
But ain't we got love

No stopping you, dj. and that's the way it should be, Canada.

From all who in here dwell, and for whom the bell tolls, I must say goodnight:

Put out a single light,
See in the dark,
And we will add one spark,
To the gloom.

From Letty with love.

Good Day to all and a special thank you to Bob for posting yesterday's birthdays. Well done, Bob! <hug>

May 29 birthdays:

1630 Charles II, king of England (London, England; died 1685)
1736 Patrick Henry, American Revolutionary leader/orator (Studley, VA; died 1799)
1874 (Gilbert) K. Chesterton, author/critic/religious apologist (London, England; died 1936)
1897 Erich Wolfgang Korngold Born Austria, movie composer (Violanta) died 1957
1898 Beatrice Lillie, actress/comedian (Canada; died 1989)
1903 Bob Hope, comedian/actor (London, England)
1917 John F. Kennedy, 35th president of the United States (Brookline, MA; died 1963)
1939 Al Unser Sr., auto racer (Albuquerque, NM)
1947 Anthony Geary, actor (Coalville, UT)
1953 Danny Elfman Los Angeles CA, composer (Simspon Show Theme)
1956 La Toya Jackson, pop singer (Gary, IN)
1958 Annette Bening, actress (Topeka, KS)
1959 Mel Gaynor Glasgow Scotland, rock drummer (Simple Minds-Water Front)
1959 Rupert Everett, actor (Norfolk, England)
1961 Melissa Etheridge, rock singer (Leavenworth, KS)
1962 Eric Davis, baseball player (Los Angeles, CA)
1975 Melanie Janine Brown (Scary Spice), singer and member of the Spice Girls (Leeds, England)

Well, there's our Raggedy with her usual updates on celebs, now all we have to do is locate Bob.

Among our illustrious ancestors, I find that Patrick Henry is listed. What child did not have to memorize his famous, "Give me Liberty or Give me Death" speech; however, he was considered by many of the founding fathers to be a radical.

I also noticed that on Walter's "Where am I thread", that our Francis is going to vote today. In searching out the French political system, I was surprised to find that France's election process is more democratic than those in the U.S. One factor includes the fact that candidates and issues get free time on the airways.

It's appalling to me, listeners, that we no longer have the "equal time" for U.S. candidates, so the entire process revolves around hard and soft money--pity that.

Hmmm, I thought that Bob Hope had died, but I may be operating under a silly illusion.

Thanks for the memories, Raggedy and Bob Hope.

(in trying to locate the lyrics to "Thanks for the Memories" the equipment in the studio malfunctioned, so I won't go to the archives for the words to that song. )

Face at the Window
- Fred Small
In the stillness of the alley waits a man with an open blade
And he hurts the woman badly and within her plants his seed
She can't shake the dirt and horror as the seed takes root and grows
But the law now claims her body, the doctor's door is closed
She goes back to another alley to a leering butcher's blade
And the deal is dark and bloody in the crime the law has made.

CHORUS:
And the face at the window never blinks never turns away
When you wake in the night to a flashing light
When you burn on judgment day
They have spoke aloud your daydreams
They have listened to your plans
They have watched you dance in the rainstorm
They have seen you ride the wind.

Walking slowly home at night a man touching a man
And the car looks kind of familiar and it's coming round again
You got no chance in that deadly dance when they cut you to the bone
There's a bleeding gash from the broken glass and you hear somebody moan
And maybe somebody calls the cops and they take their own sweet time
And they say it's just a couple of fags again and maybe your friend is dying.

CHORUS

And your lover comes to you softly and you touch and you feel no shame
And you steal away from the city and lightning fills your veins
In an air-conditioned office the committee discusses your case
They know the words you whispered they felt the flush upon your face.
They have files on every fantasy, who's on top and who's below
You have crossed into the shadow place where outlaws freely roam.

CHORUS

You can drink the lies of paradise while the books on the shelves disappear
You can make a comfortable living, you can swear it can't happen here
And maybe they'll come for the unionists and maybe they'll come for the Jews
And maybe they'll come for the heretics but they'll never come for you
When you hear the step in the hallway, when you taste the iron fear
Don't you go shouting out for justice 'cause there's no one left to hear.

CHORUS

Bob Hope dead at 100 - Jul. 29, 2003 (I told you that the birthday site is a little behind the times. LOL

Funny, as many times as I've heard this song, I never knew the lyrics beyond the first verse:

Thanks for the memory
Of things I can't forget, journeys on a jet
Our wond'rous week in Martinique and Vegas and roulette
How lucky I was

And thanks for the memory
Of summers by the sea, dawn in Waikiki
We had a pad in London but we didn't stop for tea
How cozy it was

Now since our breakup I wake up
Alone on a gray morning-after
I long for the sound of your laughter
And then I see the laugh's on me

But, thanks for the memory
Of every touch a thrill, I've been through the mill
I've lived a lot and learned a lot, you loved me not and still
I miss you so much

Thanks for the memory
Of how we used to jog even in a fog
That barbecue in Malibu, away from all the smog
How rainy it was

Thanks for the memory
Of letters I destroyed, books that we enjoyed
Tonight the way things look, I need a book by Sigmund Freud
How brainy he was

Gone are those evenings on Broadway
Together we'd go to a great show
But now I begin with the Late Show
And wish that you were watching, too

I know it's a fallacy
That grown men never cry, baby, that's a lie
We had our bed of roses, but forgot that roses die
And thank you so much

From all those posted by Raggedyaggie, my favorite is Annette Bening, actress (Warren Beatty's wife).

So Long, It's Been Good to Know Yuh
(World War II Version)

I got the news that the war had begun
It was straight for the Army Hall that I run
And all of the people in my home town
Was a running up and a running down
Singing:

So long, it's been good to know you
So long, it's been good to know you
So long, it's been good to know you
There's a mighty big war that's got to be won
And we'll get back together again.

The crowd was packed by the railroad track
People was yelling and patting my back
And while the engineer rung his bell
I hugged all the mothers and kissed all the gals,
Singing:

So long, it's been good to know you
So long, it's been good to know you
So long, it's been good to know you
There's a mighty big war that's got to be won
And we'll get back together again

I got to the camp and I learnt how to fight
Fascists in daytime, mosquitoes at night
I got my orders to cross o'er the sea
So I waved "goodbye" to the girls I could see,
Singing:

So long, it's been good to know you
So long, it's been good to know you
So long, it's been good to know you
There's a mighty big war that's got to be won
And we'll get back together again

I got on a boat and I started to float
My old pack-sack and my big wool coat
With ten thousand men we rode the foam
And sung this song to the people back home:

So long, it's been good to know you
So long, it's been good to know you
So long, it's been good to know you
There's a mighty big war that's got to be won
And we'll get back together again

I landed somewhere on a fighting shore
With ten million soldiers and ten million more
And while we were chasing that Super Race
We sung this song in the chase.
It was:

So long, it's been good to know you
So long, it's been good to know you
So long, it's been good to know you
There's a mighty big war that's got to be won
And we'll get back together again

So it won't be long till the fascists are gone
And all of their likes are finished and done
We'll throw the clods of dirt in their face
And walk away from that lonesome place
Singing:

So long, it's been good to know you
So long, it's been good to know you
So long, it's been good to know you
There's a mighty big war that's got to be won
And we'll get back together again

Words and Music by Woody Guthrie

edgar, Face at the Window was eerie. It reminds me of the book A CASE OF NEED...yikes!

I had often wondered about the lyrics to "So Long it's Been Good to Know 'ya, and now I understand the reference. Thanks, Texas.

Raggedy, I have a book here somewhere that is an entire autiobiography of Bob Hope. I think the title is "Don't Shoot; it's only me. " or something like that. Thanks for helping me out, youngun. <smile>

My word, Francis. I didn't know Annette Bening was married to Warren Beatty but who hasn't been? Incidentally, Non or Oui?

I always liked this song:

Simon Lyrics
Song: You're So Vain Lyrics

You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf it was apricot
You had one eye on the mirror as you watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner
They'd be your partner, and...

You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You're so vain, I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't You?

You had me several years ago when I was still quite naive
Well you said that we made such a pretty pair
And that you would never leave
But you gave away the things you loved and one of them was me
I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and...

I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and...
Well I hear you went up to Saratoga and your horse naturally won
Then you flew your lear jet up to Nova Scotia
To see the total eclipse of the sun
Well you're where you should be all the time
And when you're not you're with
Some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend
Wife of a close friend, and...
You're so vain.

I think most people agree that Carly was talking about Warren in that song.