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Stranger in Paradise - Tony Bennet

Take my hand
I'm a stranger in paradise
All lost in a wonderland
A stranger in paradise
If I stand starry-eyed
That's the danger in paradise
For mortals who stand beside an angel like you

I saw your face and I ascended
Out of the commonplace into the rare
Somewhere in space I hang suspended
Until I know there's a chance that you care

Won't you answer this fervent prayer
Of a stranger in paradise?
Don't send me in dark despair
>From all that I hunger for

But open your angel's arms
To this stranger in paradise
And tell him that he need be
A stranger no more

June 21 is the 172nd day of the year (173rd in leap years) in the Gregorian Calendar, with 193 days remaining. June 21 is the summer solstice in the northern hemisphere, so is the day of the year with the longest hours of daylight in the northern hemisphere, and the shortest in the southern hemisphere.


# 1965 - Folk rock band The Byrds release their highly influencial debut album Mr. Tambourine Man.

For The Byrds' album of the same name see Mr. Tambourine Man (album)

"Mr. Tambourine Man" is a song, written and performed by Bob Dylan, and featured on his 1965 album, Bringing It All Back Home. It was then covered and popularized by The Byrds on their debut album Mr. Tambourine Man (1965). The album brought the folk-rock sound into mainstream American consciousness.

There are many theories about the meaning of the song. The film Dangerous Minds takes the approch that the song is about a drug deal. Dylan himself claims that the song was inspired by the image of a session musician shaking a tambourine and partly by a trip he took from LA to New York. He mailed packages of weed to post offices along the route so that he would not be caught with it.

The structure of the song is Dylan playing an acoustic guitar in dropped D tuning, capoed at the seventh fret. An electric guitar plays a counter melody to back up Dylans vocal.

Mr. Tambourine Man

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

June 21, 1942 - World War II: A Japanese submarine surfaces near the Columbia River in Oregon, firing 17 shells at nearby Fort Stevens in one of only a handful of attacks by the Japanese against USA mainland.

Fort Stevens
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Fort Stevens is a decommisioned American military fort in the state of Oregon that guarded the mouth of the Columbia River. Built near the end of the American Civil War, Fort Stevens and its gun batteries protected the river until shortly after World War II. It was the primary military installation in the Three Fort Harbor Defense System at the mouth of the Columbia; Fort Canby and Fort Columbia on the Washington side were the other two.

Fort Stevens was the only military installation in the continental United States to receive hostile fire during World War II. On the night of June 21, 1942, a Japanese submarine fired 17 shells at it, but caused no damage.

Fort Stevens was the only military installation in the continental United States to receive hostile fire during World War II. On the night of June 21, 1942, a Japanese submarine fired 17 shells at it, but caused no damage.

Oops! Double entry. See what happens when you haven't had your coffee. I shall go forth and seek the remedy to this malady. BTW, Angelique you are a treasure. May you always continue to astonish us.

Why thank you bob. *blushing* You made my day. *smiles*

From Angelique to You

Good Morning all.

June 21 Birthday celebs:

1731 Martha Dandridge Custis Washington, first First Lady of the United States (New Kent County, VA; died 1802)
1892 Reinhold Niebuhr, theologian (Wright City, MO; died 1971)
1903 Al Hirschfeld cartoonist (1975 Tony Award) died 2003
1905 Jean-Paul Sartre, philosopher/novelist/playwright (Paris, France; died 1980)
1912 Mary McCarthy, novelist/memoirist (Seattle, WA; died 1989)
1921 Jane Russell, actress (Bemidji, MN)
1922 Judy Holliday, actress (New York, NY; died 1965)
1925 Maureen Stapleton, actress (Troy, NY)
1947 Meredith Baxter, actress (Los Angeles, CA)
Michael Gross, actor (Chicago, IL)
1948 Leo Sayers rocker (You Make Me Feel Like Dancing
1953 Benazir Bhutto, Pakistani political leader (Karachi, Pakistan)
1967 Derrick Coleman, basketball player (Mobile, AL)
1973 Juliette Lewis, actress (San Fernando Valley, CA)
1982 Prince William, crown prince of England, son of Prince Charles and Diana (London, England)

Judy Holliday (Born Yesterday, Adam's Rib,
The Bells are Ringing)
Jane Russell (The Outlaw)

Good morning, WA2K radio fans and contributors. We here in the studios would like to thank yit for his unusual song. Always nice to see him playing his variety and spice. <smile>

McTag, How very kind of you to recognize Letty. Thank you, Brit, and you ain't so bad yourself. (((hugs))).

edgar, I think Stranger in Paradise was from Kismet. Thanks, buddy. That's a haunting song.

Angel, How in the world could you ever be offensive, my dear. We all love Gilbert and Sullivan and continue to appreciate your lovely pictures and contributions. Dear Natalie. I think one of her first songs was Unforgettable sung with her father's voice in the background.

We can always count on Bob of Boston to come up with a bit of history and a favorite of Bob Dylan's. I didn't know that the Birds had done that, however. Thank you, Bob.

Just as Bob, I need my morning coffee, so I'll be back later with more stuff for WA2K radio fans.

There's our Raggedy with her celebs update. Thanks, PA. Looking at Jane Russell reminds me of how disappointed I was when I watched The Aviator. I don't know what I was expecting, folks, but it sorta left me flat. Leonardo did a marvelous job of depicting Hughes "losing it", but the rest of the screen play was vague.

Hey, all, seeing Sartre among Raggedy's celebs reminds me that our Francis will be away for three days. He let everyone know on the "missing thread."

By this time, dys ought to be home hanging JL's painting as Diane says:

A little more to the right. That's better. No, take it down. It doesn't fit on that wall.

And now waiting for transfer in some lonesome (and modern, they have DSL connection) airport...

Oh, my goodness, Francis. I hope you don't end up eternally in a terminal. <smile> What shall we play to insure that Francis will have a pleasant trip and return safely to us?

Make "the band play loud"...

Ok, folks. Here's one for Francis:


Hey mister bandleader: strike up your band
I got to hear a beat that my feet can understand
Cause I feel like rockin' all the time
Well, feel like rockin' cause rockin' is the heartbeat of mine
I feel like rockin' all the time...

Like a big fat rooster to the right
We got to get together, chicks and make some time
I feel like rockin' all the time...

Well, I feel so good, feel so fine
Got nothing but rockin' on my mind
I fee like rockin' all the time...

Then play "I feel so good" by M. Brown...

Here's to you, babe:

I FEEL GOOD
James Brown

Whoa-oa-oa! I feel good, I knew that I would, now
I feel good, I knew that I would, now
So good, so good, I got you

Whoa! I feel nice, like sugar and spice
I feel nice, like sugar and spice
So nice, so nice, I got you

{ sax, two licks to bridge }

When I hold you in my arms
I know that I can't do no wrong
and when I hold you in my arms
My love won't do you no harm

and I feel nice, like sugar and spice
I feel nice, like sugar and spice
So nice, so nice, I got you

{ sax, two licks to bridge }

When I hold you in my arms
I know that I can't do no wrong
and when I hold you in my arms
My love can't do me no harm

and I feel nice, like sugar and spice
I feel nice, like sugar and spice
So nice, so nice, I got you

Whoa! I feel good, I knew that I would, now
I feel good, I knew that I would
So good, so good, I got you
So good, so good, I got you
So good, so good, I got you
HEY!!

Be safe, Francis.

Jane Russell in The Outlaw......


ahhhhhhhhh........


Jane Russell in The Outlaw.......


Whew.

McTag, you are something else, right listeners? We need to get the Brit's mind off Jane and into a safer mode, but I don't think that is possible, listeners, soooooooo:





You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off you.
You'd be like heaven to touch. I wanna
hold you so much. At long last love has
arrived. And I thank God I'm alive. You're
just too good to be true. Can't take my
eyes off yoy.

Pardon the way that I stare. There's nothing
else to compare. The sight of you leaves me
weak. There are no words left to speak.
But if you feel like I feel. Please let me know
that it's real. You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off you.

I need you baby, and if it's quite all right,
I need you baby to warm a lonely night. I love
you baby. Trust in me when I say: Oh pretty
baby, don't bring me down I pray. Oh pretty
baby, now that I found you, stay. And let me
love you, oh baby let me love you, oh baby....

You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off you.
You'd be like heaven to touch. I wanna
hold you so much. At long last love has
arrived. And I thank God I'm alive. You're
just too good to be true. Can't take my
eyes off you.

I need you baby, and if it's quite all right,
I need you baby to warm a lonely night. I love
you baby. Trust in me when I say: Oh pretty
baby, don't bring me down I pray. Oh pretty
baby, now that I found you, stay. And let me
love you, oh baby let me love you, oh baby....

I need you baby, and if it's quite all right,
I need you baby to warm a lonely night. I love
you baby. Trust in me when I say: Oh pretty
baby, don't bring me down I pray. Oh pretty
baby, now that I found you, stay. And let me
love you, oh baby let me love you, oh baby....

Isn't it funny that nobody remembers Jack Buetel played The Outlaw.



Full Cast and Crew for
The Outlaw (1943)

Directed by
Howard Hughes
Howard Hawks (uncredited)

Writing credits
Jules Furthman (screenplay)

Howard Hawks uncredited
Ben Hecht uncredited

Cast (in credits order) verified as complete
Jack Buetel .... Billy the Kid (as Jack Beutel)
Jane Russell .... Rio McDonald
Thomas Mitchell .... Pat Garrett
Walter Huston .... Doc Holliday
Mimi Aguglia .... Guadalupe
Joe Sawyer .... Charley
Gene Rizzi .... Stranger
rest of cast listed alphabetically:
Edward Brady .... Deputy (uncredited)
Frank Darien .... Shorty (uncredited)
Dick Elliott .... Salesman (uncredited)
Martin Garralaga .... Waiter (uncredited)
Ben Johnson .... (uncredited)
Dickie Jones .... Boy (uncredited)
Cecil Kellogg .... Officer (uncredited)
Ethan Laidlaw .... Deputy (uncredited)
Arthur Loft .... Salesman (uncredited)
Ted Mapes .... Guard (uncredited)
William Newell .... Drunken cowboy (uncredited)
Emory Parnell .... Dolan (uncredited)
Edward Peil Sr. .... Swanson (uncredited)
Nina Quartero .... Chita (uncredited)
Wallace Reid Jr. .... Bystander (uncredited)
Julian Rivero .... Pablo (uncredited)
John Sheehan .... Salesman (uncredited)
Lee Shumway .... Dealer (uncredited)
William Steele .... Deputy (uncredited)
Carl Stockdale .... Minister (uncredited)
Frank Ward .... Boy (uncredited)
Pat West .... Bartender (uncredited)
Lee 'Lasses' White .... Coach driver (uncredited)



Produced by
Howard Hughes .... producer

Non-Original Music by
Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky (from "Symphony No. 6") (uncredited)

Cinematography by
Gregg Toland

Film Editing by
Wallace Grissell

Makeup Department
Mel Berns .... makeup artist (uncredited)

Production Management
Cliff P. Broughton .... production manager (as Cliff Broughton)

Second Unit Director or Assistant Director
Sam Nelson .... assistant director

Art Department
Perry Ferguson .... settings

Sound Department
Frank Maher .... sound

Special Effects by
Roy Davidson .... special photographic effects
Harry Redmond Jr. .... special effects (uncredited)
Harry Redmond Sr. .... special effects (uncredited)

Stunts
Richard Farnsworth .... stunts (uncredited)
Ben Johnson .... stunts (uncredited)

Other crew
Howard Hughes .... presenter
Otho Lovering .... supervising editor
Victor Young .... musical director
Lucien Ballard .... assistant camera (uncredited)
Dale Tate .... title designer (uncredited)

Well, Bob, McTag obviously didn't remember Jack Beutel and neither did Leonardo D. but thanks for the reminder, Boston.

Here's that safer mode I was thinking about, folks:

Oh Lydia, oh Lydia, say, have you met Lydia?
Lydia the Tattooed Lady.
She has eyes that folks adore so,
And a torso even more so.
Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia:
Lydia, The Queen of Tattoo.
On her back is The Battle of Waterloo;
Beside it, The Wreck of the Hesperus too.
And proudly above waves the red, white, and blue.
You can learn a lot from Lydia!


La-la-la...la-la-la.
La-la-la...la-la-la.


When her robe is unfurled she will show you the world,
If you step up and tell her where.
For a dime you can see Kankakee or Paree;
Or Washington Crossing the Delaware.


La-la-la...la-la-la.
La-la-la...la-la-la.


Oh Lydia, oh Lydia, say, have you met Lydia?
Lydia the Tattooed Lady.
When her muscles start relaxin',
Up the hill comes Andrew Jackson.
Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia.
Oh Lydia, the Queen of them all.
For two bits she will do a mazurka in jazz,
With a view of Niagara that nobody has.
And on a clear day you can see Alcatraz.
You can learn a lot from Lydia!


La-la-la...la-la-la.
La-la-la...la-la-la.


Come along and see Buffalo Bill with his lasso;
Just a little classic by Mendel Picasso†.
Here is Captain Spaulding exploring the Amazon;
Here's Godiva, but with her pajamas on.


La-la-la...la-la-la.
La-la-la...la-la-la.


Here is Grover Whalen unveilin' The Trilon;
Over on the west coast we have Treasure Isle-on.
Here's Nijinsky a-doin' the rhumba;
Here's her social security numba.


La-la-la...la-la-la.
La-la-la...la-la-la.


Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia.
Oh Lydia, the Champ of them all.
She once swept an admiral clear off his feet;
The ships on her hips made his heart skip a beat.
And now the old boy's in command of the fleet,
For he went and married Lydia!


I said Lydia...
(He said Lydia...)
They said Lydia...
We said Lydia, la, la!

† Mostly likely a joking reference to Pablo Picasso.

In the 1940 movie The Philadelphia Story, Dinah Lord (played by Virginia Weidler) sings the song.

The song was also sung by Robin Williams in the 1991 film The Fisher King. In that version, the reference to Andrew Jackson is changed to Michael Jackson.