Good evening to our hbg, and good morning to edgar.
Hey, Ontario, I love the Chick man and especially Ramsey Lewis. Armando's Rumba's was fantastic.
A couple of songs for the morning here.
First, a great poem set to music since it is Yeats' birthday.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uiw30Gl-zvU
Maybe that will coax euroGeorge back here again.
Now a great one that reminds me of Ticomaya.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ycoo1NiSJIg&feature=related
and, yawl, the lyrics.
Oh, tico tico, tick!
Oh, tico tico, tock!
This tico tico, he's the cuckoo in my clock.
And when he says "cuckoo,"
He means it's time to woo,
It's tico time for all the lovers on the block.
I've got a heavy date,
A tete a tete at eight,
So speak, oh, tico, tell me if it's getting late?
If I'm on time, cuckoo,
But, if I'm late, woo-woo!
The one my heart is gone to may not want to wait!
For just a birdie, and a birdie who goes nowhere,
He knows of every lover's lane and how to go there;
For in affairs of the heart
My tico's terribly smart,
He tells me: "gently, sentimentally at the start!"
Oh, oh, I hear my little tico tico calling
Because the time is right and shades of night are falling.
I love that not-so-cuckoo cuckoo in the clock,
Tico tico tico tico tico tock!
And, a poem by Yeats
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
I will arise now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
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