Angelique that was wonderful. No question about it aggie you're the top. Letty my love, it seems like a Cole Porter morning so I tell you I'll always be true to you in my fashion.
ALWAYS TRUE TO YOU IN MY FASHION
Oh, Bill,
Why can't you behave,
Why can't you behave?
How in hell can you be jealous
When you know, baby, I'm your slave?
I'm just mad for you,
And I'll always be,
But naturally
If a custom-tailored vet
Asks me out for something wet,
When the vet begins to pet, I cry "Hooray!"
But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way.
I enjoy a tender pass
By the boss of Boston, Mass.,
Though his pass is middle-class and notta Backa Bay.
But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way.
There's a madman known as Mack
Who is planning to attack,
If his mad attack means a Cadillac, okay!
But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion,
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way.
I've been asked to have a meal
By a big tycoon in steel,
If the meal includes a deal, accept I may.
But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way.
I could never curl my lip
To a dazzlin' diamond clip,
Though the clip meant "let ?'er rip," I'd not say "Nay!"
But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way.
There's an oil man known as Tex
Who is keen to give me checks.
And his checks, I fear, means that sex is here to stay.
But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way.
There's a wealthy Hindu priest
Who's a wolf, to say the least,
When the priest goes too far east, I also stray.
But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way.
There's a lush from Portland, Ore.,
Who is rich, but sich a bore,
When the bore falls on the floor, I let him lay
But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way.
Mister Harris, plutocrat,
Wants to give my cheek a pat,
If the Harris pat
Means a Paris hat,
Bebe, Oo-la-la!
Mais, je suis toujours fidele, darlin', in my fashion,
Oui, je suis toujours fidele, darlin' in my way.
From Ohio Mister Thorn
Calls me up from night ?'til morn,
Mister Thorn once cornered corn and that ain't hay.
But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way.
From Milwaukee Mister Fritz
Often moves me to the Ritz,
Mister Fritz is full of Schlitz and full of play.
But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way.
Mister Gable, I mean Clark,
Wants me on his boat to park,
If the Gable boat means a sable coat,
Anchors aweigh!
But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way.
Ah, Bobby, you are such a tease:
How about a little Rogers and Hammerstein:
Letty:
Why do they think up stories that link my name with yours?
Bobby:
Why do the neighbors chatter all day, behind their doors?
Letty:
I know a way to prove what they say is quite untrue.
Here is the gist, a practical list of "don'ts" for you.
Don't throw bouquets at me
Don't please my folks too much
Don't laugh at my jokes too much
People will say we're in love!
Don't sigh and gaze at me
Your sighs are so like mine
Your eyes mustn't glow like mine
People will say we're in love!
Don't start collecting things
Give me my rose and my glove.
Bobby, they're suspecting things
People will say we're in love.
to counter the well-deserved outpouring of Cole Porter tributes, here's an amusing anecdote about birthday boy Mitch Mitchell's bandmates, from a webpage about Folkestone in the UK:
Noel Redding of the Jimi Hendrix Experience came from Folkestone. Jimi wrote 'Fire' here in Noel's mum's house. She had a dog called Rover, hence the opening line 'Move over, Rover, let Jimi take over' (because he wanted to sit in front of the fire that Rover was sleeping next to).
ALRIGHT, NOW DIG THIS BABY
YOU DON'T CARE FOR ME
I DON'T CARE ABOUT THAT
GOTTA NEW FOOL HA
I LIKE IT LIKE THAT
I HAVE ONLY ONE BURNIN' DESIRE
LET ME STAND NEXT TO YOUR FIRE
LET ME STAND NEXT TO YOUR FIRE
HEY
LET ME STAND NEXT TO YOUR FIRE
OH, LEY ME STAND BABY
LET ME STAND NEXT TO YOUR FIRE
LET ME STAND NEXT TO YOUR FIRE
OH LISTEN HERE BABY
AND STOP ACTING SO CRAZY
YOU SAY YOUR MUM AIN'T HOME
IT AIN'T MY CONCERN
JUST PLAY WITH ME AND YOU WON'T GET BURNED
I HAVE ONLY ONE ITCHING DESIRE
LET ME STAND NEXT TO YOUR FIRE
YEAH, LET ME STAND BABY
LET ME STAND NEXT TO YOUR FIRE
OH, LET MY STAND
LET ME STAND NEXT TO YOUR FIRE
LET ME STAND NEXT TO YOUR FIRE
LET ME STAND NEXT TO YOUR FIRE
OH!
OH MOVE OVER ROVER
AND LET JIMI TAKE OVER
YEAH YOU KNOW WAYT I'M TALKING 'BOUT
YEAH!
GET ON WITH IT BABY
THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT
NOW DIG THIS
HA
NOW LISTEN BABY
YOU TRY TO GIMMIE YOUR MONEY
YOU BETTER SAVE IT BABE
SAVE IT FOR YOUR RAINY DAY
I HAVE ONLY ONE A BURNIN' DESIRE
LET ME STAND NEXT TO YOUR FIRE
OH, LET ME STAND BABY
I AIN'T GOIN' TO DO YOU NO HARM
LET ME STAND NEXT TO YOUR FIRE
YOU BETTER MOVE OVER BABY
I AIN'T GOIN' TO HURT YOU BABY
Marvelous, yitwail.
"Move over small dog 'cause the big dog's movin' in."
Don't you love it, listeners?
Just when we thought that yitwail was gonna light our fire, we find he's just barking up another tree.
Hey, McTag--no need to be worried now. The triple 6 is gone!
Station break:
This is cyberspace, WA2K radio.
Gotta go folks. Up to Nahant where we're celebrating my little Nina's birthday. Of course she's not little anymore but if she were 100 and I 125 she'd still be my little girl. Daughters are like that.
Before I go I'll ask Neil Diamond to step forth and serenade you.
IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN
Written by Neil Diamond
When the night returns just like a friend
When the evening comes to set me free
When the quiet house that wait beyond the day
Make peaceful sounds in me
Took a drag from my last cigarette
Took a drink from a glass of old wine
I closed my eyes, and I could make it real
And feel it one more time
Can you hear it, babe
Can you hear it, babe
From another time
From another place
Do you remember it, babe
And the radio played like a carnival tune
As we lay in our bed in the other room
When we gave it away for the sake of a dream
In a penny arcade, if you know what I mean
Here's to the songs we used to sing
And here's to the times we used to know
It's hard to hold them in our arms again
But hard to let them go
Do you hear it, babe
Do you hear it, babe
It was another time
It was another place
Do you remember it, babe
And the radio played like a carnival tune
As we lay in our bed in the other room
When we gave it away for the sake of a dream
In a penny arcade, if you know what I mean
and for Bob's Nina:
Bolton
Daddy's Little Girl
You're the end of the rainbow, my pot of gold,
You're daddy's little girl to have and hold.
A precious gem is what you are,
A ray of hope, a shining star.
You're the brightest of the sunshine
Morning's first light
You warm my day, you brighten my night
You're sugar you're spice, you're everything nice,
And you're daddy's little girl.
You're the end of the rainbow, my pot of gold,
You're daddy's little girl to have and hold.
A precious gem is what you are,
A ray of hope, a shining star.
You're the brightest of the sunshine
Morning's first light
You warm my day, you brighten my night
You're sugar you're spice, you're everything nice,
And you're daddy's little girl
Stay safe, Bob, and hurry back.
Well, listeners, here's a bit of the bizarre from Russia:
The bodies of an elderly couple, their daughter and granddaughter were found by a police officer who forced the apartment's door open because maintenance fees were long overdue, city prosecutor's office spokesman Sergei Marchenko said.
Investigators believe the man, who was born in 1912, died about five years ago, followed about two years later by his wife. Their daughter and adult granddaughter apparently died about two years ago, Marchenko said.
He said a murder investigation was opened, but that it was only a technicality needed to determine the causes of death.
Aside from the condition of the bodies, other evidence suggesting that the deaths occurred years ago included a 1997 calendar in the grandfather's room, old ruble notes that are out of circulation and food in the refrigerator dated 2003, Marchenko said.
``Honestly, we couldn't understand whether the smell was coming from the apartment or from our basement,'' a neighbor told Rossiya television. She said residents of the dilapidated brick building had been pressing state building maintenance officials to do something.
Marchenko identified the dead as Timofei Komarov; his wife, Anna, born in 1914; their daughter, Alla Ivkina, born in 1942; and granddaughter, Anna Ivkina, born in 1971.
Rossiya reported that maintenance and utility bills had gone unpaid for two years and the phone had been shut off before that for nonpayment. The last time neighbors had seen any of the family was in August 2003, the TV station reported.
``They were very withdrawn, we even thought they were members of some kind of cult,'' neighbor Anna Zayats said in televised comments. ``The women wore headscarves ... and we hardly saw the grandfather and grandmother at all.''
Rossiya broadcast video of what looked like an orderly, modest apartment and showed part of one of the bodies - the torso, upper legs and a swatch of hair - with the rest obscured by a doorway. The body appeared to be a woman and was dressed in a blue shirt and what looked like a simple long skirt.
``The girl was strange, I think she was sick,'' Zayats said, referring to Anna Ivkina, who was in her 30s. She said that when neighbors didn't see the family for a long time and the apartment's electricity meter was removed, ``We thought they'd gone away to a monastery.''
The Interfax news agency quoted a law enforcement source as saying a large amount of Orthodox Christian religious literature was in the apartment. Rossiya also showed a cabinet with several icons inside.
But a spokeswoman for the district police, Galina Berezuyeva, said the apartment had no more icons than normal and there was no sign the occupants were religious extremists.
06/08/05 15:19
Okay it's safe to come out new? Gosh, that was a close call.
I must say to Raggedy, I was so motivated by the Cole Porter lyrics, surely some of the best ever written, that I sang "You're the Top" all the way through....in the privacy of our front room.
Not the easiest of songs to sing, especially a capella, but I was quite pleased with the job I made of it, even though I say it myself.
Yes, McTag. It is safe to come out, gnu.
My word, Brit. That would be very difficult to sing in your front room or standing under a balcony with lute in hand.
Speaking of musical instruments, folks:
"Haven't I seen your face before?" a judge demanded, looking down at the defendant.
"You have, Your Honor," the man answered hopefully. "I gave your son violin lessons last winter."
"Ah, yes," recalled the judge. "Twenty years."
Letty: You make me laugh.
McTag: I'm always happy when somebody sings. I just regret that I wasn't able to hear you.
Well, Raggedy, since Bob won't be posting his funny side of the street, I thought I had better keep our sunny side up.
If any of our listeners have humorous jokes or anecdotes, let us hear them.
From O Brother Where Art Thou:
© Smokey River Boys O Brother Album
Verse Number One:
There's a dark & a troubled side of life
There's a bright, there's a sunny side, too
Tho' we meet with the darkness and strife
The sunny side we also may view
[cho:] Keep on the sunny side, always on the sunny side,
Keep on the sunny side of life
It will help us ev'ry day,
It will brighten all the way
If we'll keep on the sunny side of life
[Musical Channel] Dobro - Mandolin
Verse Number Two:
The storm and its fury broke today,
Crushing hopes that we cherish so dear;
Clouds and storms will, in time, pass away
The sun again will shine bright and clear.
[cho:] Keep on the sunny side, always on the sunny side,
Keep on the sunny side of life
It will help us ev'ry day,
It will brighten all the way
If we'll keep on the sunny side of life
[Solo] Mandolin
Verse Number Three
Let us greet with the song of hope each day
Tho' the moment be cloudy or fair
Let us trust in our Saviour away
Who keepeth everyone in His care
[cho:] Keep on the sunny side, always on the sunny side,
Keep on the sunny side of life
It will help us ev'ry day,
It will brighten all the way
If we'll keep on the sunny side of life
Final Chorus
[cho:] Keep on the sunny side, always on the sunny side,
Keep on the sunny side of life
It will help us ev'ry day,
It will brighten all the way
If we'll keep on the sunny side of life
Tag
If we'll keep on the sunny side of life.
My sister told me that she sang that in Sunday School. Let's just hope, folks that if that tropical depression in the Carribean becomes a hurricane, we'll be able to hold that song amid the whistles and whirls.
Raggedyaggie wrote:
McTag: I'm always happy when somebody sings. I just regret that I wasn't able to hear you.
He uses a filter so it can't be heard outsite the EU. (Unfortunately, due to US Customs and Border Protection Laws, we cannot export our front-room-a-capella-singing to the United States of America.)
:wink:
and laughter fills the studio--a capella, of course.
Walter, can you explain the alterations made by the white house on the climate changes? I saw your report, but can no longer find it. Our audience needs to know.
Watch out, Walter, you're dealing with Letty and Raggedyaggie. What's a little filter to us.
A former oil industry lobbyist edited the Bush administration's official policy papers on climate change to play down the link between greenhouse gas emissions and global warming:
Link to thread
Thanks, Walter, for the info and the link. When I look at the beaches where I live, and see that they are almost eroded to the point of no beach at all, it tells us that pouring oil on troubled waters does not exactly mean exxon.
Ok, listeners. That's our op.ed. for the day.
And now a jazz song for our wailin' friend yitwail:
Goin' to Kansas City, Kansas City here I come
They got some crazy lil' women there,
And I'm gonna get me one.
I'm goin' be stand on the corner
Twelfth Street and Vine
I'm goin' be stand on the corner
Twelfth Street and Vine
With my Kansas City baby
And a bottle of Kansas City wine.
Well I might pick a train
I might pick a plane, but if I have to walk
I'm goin' just the same
Goin' to Kansas City, Kansas City here I come
They got some crazy lil' women there
And I'm gonna get me one
( Instrumental Interlude)
(3rd verse another version of lyrics besides Wilber Harrison's)
I'm gonna pack my clothes
Leave at the break of dawn
I'm gonna pack my clothes
Everybody will be sleeping
Nobody will know where I've gone
Cause if I stay in town
I know I'm gonna die.
Gotta find a friendly city
And that's the reason why,
Goin' to Kansas City, Kansas City here I come
They got a crazy way of loving there
And I'm gonna get me some.
Letty sang that in a gay bar here, and it was fun, fun, fun.
Speaking of Kansas:
Jelly Roll Morton claimed to have written
Kansas City Stomp
(and
Original Jelly Roll Blues) in the early years of last century.
Jelly explained that "The Stomp" did not come from Kansas City but was composed in Tijuana, Mexico and dedicated to the Kansas City Bar, owned by a friend "who was unfortunate and had to go to the penitentiary for twenty years."
Link to Kansas City Stomp ('Real player')
Hey, all. Let's check it out, but I don't have Real Player, 'cause someone told me once that it could present problems.
<Should work with Windows Media Player as well, I suppose>
Drat, all. I thought so.
Message:
Format not supported.
Well, listeners, It looks as though we'll have to stick to our studio format.
Thanks anyway Walter.
