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I did indeed sing last night. Started with Eric Clapton's Wonderful tonight and finished with Patsy Cline's Crazy. Paul, a friend, and I were the main singers all night. There was an absolutely stunning woman dancing for most of the evening. She wiggled and jiggled to the point that I decided that the only men not affected had no pulse. Her dress threatened at any point to offer full disclosure. She was kept busy hitching it up to prevent same. Paul noticed my attention and stated I was being obvious. I answered for a body to perform that way it must have been recently lubricated. Of course I was merely admiring it from an esthetic perspective as I am not just old enough to be her father but also her grandfather.

Here's for you, Miss Letty :

Jacques Brel - La chanson des vieux amants

Bien sûr, nous eûmes des orages
Vingt ans d'amour, c'est l'amour fol
Mille fois tu pris ton bagage
Mille fois je pris mon envol
Et chaque meuble se souvient
Dans cette chambre sans berceau
Des éclats des vieilles tempêtes
Plus rien ne ressemblait à rien
Tu avais perdu le goût de l'eau
Et moi celui de la conquête

{Refrain:}
Mais mon amour
Mon doux mon tendre mon merveilleux amour
De l'aube claire jusqu'à la fin du jour
Je t'aime encore tu sais je t'aime

Moi, je sais tous tes sortilèges
Tu sais tous mes envoûtements
Tu m'as gardé de pièges en pièges
Je t'ai perdue de temps en temps
Bien sûr tu pris quelques amants
Il fallait bien passer le temps
Il faut bien que le corps exulte
Finalement finalement
Il nous fallut bien du talent
Pour être vieux sans être adultes

{Refrain}

Oh, mon amour
Mon doux mon tendre mon merveilleux amour
De l'aube claire jusqu'à la fin du jour
Je t'aime encore, tu sais, je t'aime

Et plus le temps nous fait cortège
Et plus le temps nous fait tourment
Mais n'est-ce pas le pire piège
Que vivre en paix pour des amants
Bien sûr tu pleures un peu moins tôt
Je me déchire un peu plus tard
Nous protégeons moins nos mystères
On laisse moins faire le hasard
On se méfie du fil de l'eau
Mais c'est toujours la tendre guerre

{Refrain}

Oh, mon amour...
Mon doux mon tendre mon merveilleux amour
De l'aube claire jusqu'à la fin du jour
Je t'aime encore tu sais je t'aime.

And here's one you probably remember.


1981

Title Chanson d'amour

It's for you, it's all because you're wonderful
When I was lonely, you were the only to ease my mind
You gave me back my faith and then
I found myself in poetry again

You gave me words and I regained my dignity
A voice inside me says I won't loose you anymore
So I wrote you this simple song
I used the words you whispered on and on

Chanson d'amour
Je t'aime j'attendrai
Chantez toujours
When love has come your way

Chanson d'amour
Je t'aime j'attendrai
Chantez toujours
When love has come your way

I think of you, here on my island in the sun
There was confusion, but my illusions did all come true
You gave me back my faith and then
I found myself in poetry again

Chanson d'amour
Je t'aime j'attendrai
Chantez toujours
When love has come your way

Chanson d'amour
Je t'aime j'attendrai
Chantez toujours
When love has come your way

Well, Bob, you can still see can't you?

Ah, dear Francis. I must take a moment to see if I know even one word in that song.

Brandon of Florida has a thread going about Rick Nelson who, perhaps, tried to sing........................................




Fools rush in

Where angels fear to tread

And so I come to you my love

My heart above my head



Though I see

The danger there

If theres a chance for me

Then I dont care



Fools rush in

Where wise men never go

But wise men never fall in love

So how are they to know



When we met

I felt my life begin

So open up your heart and let
This fool rush in.

Ah, Bob. I missed your chanson, but my quiet time is over now, and I must do ordinary things. In the interim I will continue to try my luck at the French translation of Francis' song that only he can do so well.

Don't touch that dial, listeners.

Station break:

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My fav version of Fools Rush In is by Brook Benton. Bob Dylan also made a perfectly awful recording of it.

edgar, folks should not step out of their milieu. Ricky Nelson was all right doing his thing, but really, best leave the ballads to the grownups. I saw that Brook Benton also did Fools Rush In, but I have not heard it by him.
Willie Nelson did a jazz collection of ballads. No good!

Well, listeners, time for another song and this one is weird:


Music & Words: Antonini

The shining skylarks are coming to this town
to understand what people desire
to ride the rainbow, to find a simple life
come and play with us this song tonight
Now that time has come you can't go away
now that your soul is strong,
you'll fly alone someday
raise your sword to sun! (raise your sword to sun)
raise your sword to us! (don't think of losing)
raise your sword and the sun is coming down
raise your sword tonight
Skylarks are back in town
skylarks are falling down
upon your head, near to your eyes
I'm not afraid to die
skylarks are here for you
skylarks are running to
to a better place, to a better life
come with skylarks to survive
Here I go, I don't want to fall
skylarks are so near
no this time, 'cause we won't crawl
ride the sun of fear!
Raise your glory - don't you worry
raise your thoughts - don't sleep too much
raise your eyes - don't say goodbye
Follow the skylark
won't you leave it - don't you leave it
independent - this is your chance
got a time - it isn't a crime
Looking for skylark
Now that time has come you can't go away
now that your soul is strong,
you'll fly alone someday
raise your sword to sun! (raise your sword to sun)
raise your sword to us! (don't think of losing)
raise your sword and the sun is coming down
raise your sword tonight
Skylarks are back in town
skylarks are falling down
upon your head, near to your eyes
come with skylarks to survive!

Gulp!

You had the courage to sing "Crazy", bob, that is not an easy song to sing. Well done, you deserve respect.
Your karaoke session sounded like a lot of fun.

"Crazy" is a very nice song, recently revived by who was it? Leanne Rimes?

Feel like singing with some horses?
Click on each horse if you feel like singing:

http://svt.se/hogafflahage/hogafflaHage_site/Kor/hestekor.swf

Where is Gus when we need him?

BBB

Letty requested an encore
Letty requested an encore. I've titled this one Election Day in Iraq.

http://marge.uvm.edu/sdempse/jokes/craziness.swf

Dys and I just got a cd of Dave Van Ronk--wonderful blues. Here are the lyrics to Black Mountain--a little harsh but incredibly sung by Ronk.


Nick Drake Black Mountain Blues lyrics Nick Drake Black Mountain Blues lyrics


Old black mountain
Tried to spit in your face
Old black mountain
Tried to spit in your face
Babys grubbing whiskey
Oh she's practising ???
Old black mountain
Mean as they can be
Old black mountain
Mean as they can be
They use ground butter
Just to sweeten the tea
Had a girl in black mountain
Sweetest girl in town
Had a girl in black mountain
Sweetest girl in town
But she met a sweet black man
Then she threw me down
Well, old black mountain
Can't keep man in jail
Well, old black mountain
Can't keep man in jail
Sure to call him guilty
Judge will cry and bail
I'm bound for black mountain
Me and my razor and my gun
I'm bound for black mountain
Me and my razor and my gun
Gonna cut her if she stands there
And shoot her if she runs

BBB, We saved that information to favorites because it was taking a wee bit of time to access it. Thanks, gal!

Diane, that is one scary song, but typical in many ways, I suppose. Here's a companion piece to that blues bit for our audience:

Well, I built me a raft and she's ready for floatin'
Ol' Mississippi, she's callin' my name
Catfish are jumpin'
That paddle wheel thumpin'
Black water keeps rollin' on past just the same
Old black water, keep on rollin'
Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me
Old black water, keep on rollin'
Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me
Old black water, keep on rollin'
Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me
Yeah, keep on shinin' your light
Gonna make everything, pretty mama
Gonna make everything all right
And I ain't got no worries
'Cause I ain't in no hurry at all

Well, if it rains, I don't care
Don't make no difference to me
Just take that street car thats goin' up town
Yeah, I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland
And dance a honky tonk
And I'll be buyin' ev'rybody drinks all 'roun'

Old black water, keep on rollin'
Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me
Old black water, keep on rollin'
Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me
Old black water, keep on rollin'
Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me
Yeah, keep on shinin' your light
Gonna make everything, pretty mama
Gonna make everything all right
And I ain't got no worries
'Cause I ain't in no hurry at all

I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland
Pretty mama come and take me by the hand
By the hand, take me by the hand pretty mama
Come and dance with your daddy all night long
I want to honky tonk, honky tonk, honky tonk
With you all night long.

The Doobie Bros.

david wilcox had this to say on the subject of riverboats


RIVERBOAT FANTASY

Sittin' on a riverboat
Havin' a party
Me and my Cajun Queen
She's turnin' twenty-one on the Mississippi river
Headin' down to New Orleans
The year is 1894
Oh come on mama
And love me some more
Her dark eyes flash
Like a gambler's rings
She shakes her pretty head and sings

Life for me is a riverboat fantasy
Watchin'the sun go down
A rock and roll band
With a reefer in my hand
Now look at that wheel go around
Cocaine kisses and moonshine Misses
That's the life for me
I'm sailing away from my heartache
On a riverboat fantasy

Can't think, can't drink
Anymore whisky
I could'a drunk a river dry
Mmmmm...this old boat she's
Just sittin' in the moonlight
Catchin' the gleam in her eye
Showers of rain come pourin' down
The sky full of stars
Like a french lace gown
Shimmer, glimmer
I think I'm gonna fall
Whoops catch me mama, that's all

Life for me is a riverboat fantasy
Watchin' the sun go down
A rock and roll band
With a reefer in my hand
Now look at that wheel go around
Cocaine kisses and moonshine Misses
That's the life for me
I'm sailing away from my heartache
On a riverboat fantasy

Delta sun beats down like a hammer
Mmmm....it gives the low down blues
I've got a cotton gin
I'll weave and spin
And shake the dust from my shoes
I made my money
I found me a honey
To tickle me under my chin
When mornin' comes
I'll ride into town
And worry 'bout the shape I'm in

Life for me is a riverboat fantasy
Watchin' the sun go down
A rock and roll band
With a reefer in my hand
Now look at that wheel go around
Cocaine kisses and moonshine Misses
That's the life for me
Yes it is
I'm sailing away from my heartache
On a riverboat fantasy

Ah, Sir dj, Once again our listeners are taken with your ability to play the right kind of song for our listening audience. Thanks, Canada.

Hmmm. Where is our yitwail, the man who watches the turtles on an island?

Shall we go to our favorite place in song, folks?


Isle of Capri


`twas on the isle of capri that I found her
Beneath the shade of an old walnut tree
Oh, I can still see the flow'rs bloomin' round her
Where we met on the isle of capri

She was as sweet as a rose at the dawning
But somehow fate hadn't meant her for me
And though I sailed with the tide in the morning
Still my heart's on the isle of capri

Summertime was nearly over
Blue italian sky above
I said lady, I'm a rover,
Can you spare a sweet word o'love?

She whispered softly it's best not to linger
And then as I kissed her hand I could see
She wore a lovely meatball on her finger
'twas goodbye at the villa capri

<instrumental-horns with mandolin>

Summertime was nearly over
Blue italian sky above
I said lady, I'm a rover,
Can you spare a fine word o'love?

She whispered softly it's best not to linger
And then as I kissed her hand I could see
She wore a plain golden ring on her finger
'twas goodbye on the isle of capri
'twas goodbye on the isle of capri
'twas goodbye on the isle of capri

The sun is yelling through my window
With white heat that stuns the eyes.
In the background I hear Bush singing
The same old refrain; No surprise.

Just a note of hope, folks. The seagrass is growing on the dunes with the sea oats nodding to the West,
I saw a white yucca plant growing,
The time that our nature is best.

Sorry, folks. The poet emerges when the ear shuts out sound.

THE TALE OF CUSTARD THE DRAGON
By Ogden Nash

Belinda lived in a little white house,
With a little black kitten and a little gray mouse,
And a little yellow dog and a little red wagon,
And a realio, trulio, little pet dragon.

Now the name of the little black kitten was Ink,
And the little gray mouse, she called her Blink,
And the little yellow dog was sharp as Mustard,
But the dragon was a coward, and she called him Custard.

Custard the dragon had big sharp teeth,
And spikes on top of him and scales underneath,
Mouth like a fireplace, chimney for a nose,
And realio, trulio, daggers on his toes.

Belinda was as brave as a barrel full of bears,
And Ink and Blink chased lions down the stairs,
Mustard was as brave as a tiger in a rage,
But Custard cried for a nice safe cage.

Belinda tickled him, she tickled him unmerciful,
Ink, Blink and Mustard, they rudely called him Percival,
They all sat laughing in the little red wagon
At the realio, trulio, cowardly dragon.

Belinda giggled till she shook the house,
And Blink said Week!, which is giggling for a mouse,
Ink and Mustard rudely asked his age,
When Custard cried for a nice safe cage.

Suddenly, suddenly they heard a nasty sound,
And Mustard growled, and they all looked around.
Meowch! cried Ink, and Ooh! cried Belinda,
For there was a pirate, climbing in the winda.

Pistol in his left hand, pistol in his right,
And he held in his teeth a cutlass bright,
His beard was black, one leg was wood;
It was clear that the pirate meant no good.

Belinda paled, and she cried, Help! Help!
But Mustard fled with a terrified yelp,
Ink trickled down to the bottom of the household,
And little mouse Blink strategically mouseholed.

But up jumped Custard, snorting like an engine,
Clashed his tail like irons in a dungeon,
With a clatter and a clank and a jangling squirm
He went at the pirate like a robin at a worm.

The pirate gaped at Belinda's dragon,
And gulped some grog from his pocket flagon,
He fired two bullets but they didn't hit,
And Custard gobbled him, every bit.

Belinda embraced him, Mustard licked him,
No one mourned for his pirate victim
Ink and Blink in glee did gyrate
Around the dragon that ate the pyrate.

Belinda still lives in her little white house,
With her little black kitten and her little gray mouse,
And her little yellow dog and her little red wagon,
And her realio, trulio, little pet dragon.

Belinda is as brave as a barrel full of bears,
And Ink and Blink chase lions down the stairs,
Mustard is as brave as a tiger in a rage,
But Custard keeps crying for a nice safe cage.

Custard The Dragon And The Wicked Knight
Ogden Nash

Guess what happened in the little white house
Where Belinda lived with a little grey mouse,
And a kitten, and a puppy, and a little red wagon,
And a realio, trulio, little pet dragon.

This dragon was a shy one, for ever getting flustered,
So they said was a coward and they called him Custard.
He had eaten up a pirate once, but then
He went back to being to being a coward again.

Custard the dragon felt comfortable and cozy,
His breath wasn't fiery, just flickery and rosy,
And he lay with his head on his iron dragon toes,
Dreaming dragon dreams in a happy dragon doze.

Belinda sang as she went about her housework,
Blink the mouse was busy with her mousework,
Ink the kitten was laundering her fur,
And teaching the little dog Mustard to purr.

Belinda's song, as she wiped the dishes bright,
Was all about Sir Garagoyle, the wicked, wicked Knight.
His castle's on a mountain, above the edelweiss;
Its gates are solid iron, its walls are solid ice;
And underneath the cellar is the dismalest of caves,
Where he keeps the captive maidens he has carried off as slaves.

Ink, Blink and Mustard joined their voices three:
'We're not cowardly like Custard, we're courageous as can be.
So hush you, Belinda, hush you, do not fret you.
We promise that Sir Garagoyle shall never, never get you.'
Then - just as Ink was complimenting Blink -
'That', said a voice, 'is what you think!'

Belinda dropped the dishes on the floor,
For there was Sir Garagoyle, coming in the door.
You could tell he was wicked, for he reeked of roguery,
He was like an ogre, only twice as ogre-y,
He was twice as big as a big gorilla,
And covered with armour like an armadilla -
Armour on the front of him, armour on the back,
And every inch of it thunderstorm-black.
Ink got gooseflesh, Blink was terror-laden,
And Mustard yelped that he was not a maiden.
Blink fled downstairs, Ink fled up,
And underneath the sofa went the pup.

Sir Garagoyle pounced with panther speed
And carried off Belinda on his snorting steed.
He plied his spurs with a cruel heel;
He was in a hurry for his evening meal,
His favourite meal, of screws and nails
And rattlesnake tongues and crocodile tails.

Custard was roused from his quiet dreams
By the pitiful sound of Belinda's screams.
'To horse!' he cried. 'Brave friends, to horse!
We must organise a Rescue Force!'
Said Mustard, 'I'd show that wicked knight -
But I've got a toothache and I couldn't bite.'

Said Ink, 'I can hardly stir my stumps;
I'm afraid that I'm coming with mumps.'
Said Blink, 'If only I were feeling brisker...!
But I'm weakened by an ingrowing whisker.'

'Alas,' said Custard, 'alas, poor Belinda!'
He sighed a sigh, and the sigh was a cinder.
'her three brave bodyguards are powerless as she,
And no one to rescue her but chickenhearted me.
Well,' said Custard, 'at least I'm in the mood
To be the toughest chicken that was ever chewed.'

As he thought about Belinda and Sir Garagoyle
Everything inside him began to boil.
He sizzled and simmered and he bubbled and he hissed,
Then he whooshed like a rocket through the evening mist.

With headlight eyes and spikes a-bristle
He pierced the air like a locomotive whistle,
Then swooped from the sky as grim as fate
And knocked on Garagoyle's fearsome gate.

Sir Garagoyle rose at Custard's hail:
He was chewing a screw and swallowing a nail.
He called, 'You can hammer all night and day,
But you might as well take yourself away.
My gates are iron and my walls are ice,
And I've woven a spell around them thrice,
And if by chance you should break in,
I'll lay you open from tail to chin.'

He thought to frighten the dragon to death,
But Custard blew like a blowtorch breath.
He was a small volcano with the whooping cough,
And like molten lava the gates flowed off!
He blew another breath, and the icy walls
Came a-splashing down in waterfalls.

Sir Garagoyle spluttered like a sprinkler-wagon,
'A knight can alwayd beat a dragon!'
'Pooh!' said Custard. 'How you rant!
A true knight could, but a wicked knight can't
'Have at you then!' Sir Garagoyle roared,
And he rushed at Custard with his deadly sword.

Twice Custard parried those fierce attacks,
Then he swung his tail like a battle axe.
>From helm and breastplate down to spur
It flattened that unworthy Sir.
His armour crumpled like thin tinfoil,
And that was the end of Garagoyle.

Custard rushed like a tidal wave
Down, down, down to the dismal cave
Where Belinda lay in chains, a slave -
Chains too strong to chop or hack,
But he sawed them through with his spiky back.
Belinda was too weak to speak her thanks,
But she managed to pat his scaly flanks.

Now, Custard was a flyer of great renown,
He was able to fly while sitting down,
So home he soared with wings a-flap,
And Belinda sitting in his lap.
Ink, Blink and Mustard were in a happy tizzy,
They danced around Belinda till they made her dizzy,
Then they looked at Custard and they gave a shout:
'There's a rabbit in the kitchen and he won't get out.
He's eaten all the carrots and he's starting on the peas,
And you're just in time to eject him, please!'

Custard said, 'You know my habits;
You know I've always been afraid of rabbits;
So if this fierce fellow won't depart in peace,
Eject him yourself or call the police.'
'Oh', jeered Ink and Blink and Mustard,
'What a cowardly, cowardly, cowardly Custard!'
'I agree', said Custard; 'and I add to that
Craven, poltroon, and fraidy-cat.
I've learned what a nuisance bravery can be,
So a coward's life is the life for me.'
Belinda kissed him and said, 'Don't fret,
A cowardly dragon makes the nicest pet.'

You, know, dj, Behind Ogden Nash's seeming fun, there is a deeper message. We loved the poem, dj, but it does more than rhyme, it reminds us that when called upon, the custard will always rise to the occasion and the lion may cower in the den.

Nash and Thurber always reminded me of each other, somehow.

Goodnight, all you dear people.

From Letty with love.

Dance With A Dolly (With A Hole In Her Stocking)Russ Morgan

[Words and music by Terry Shand, Jimmy Eaton and Mickey Leader]

As I was walkin' down the street
Down the street, down the street
I met somebody who was mighty sweet
Mighty fair to see
I asked her would she like to have a talk
Have a talk, make some talk
All the fellows standin' on the walk
Wishin' they were me
Mama, Mama let me dress up tonight
Dress up tonight, dress up tonight
I've got a secret, gonna 'fess up tonight
Gonna dance by the light of the moon
Gonna dance with a dolly with a hole in her stockin'
While our knees keep a-knockin'
And our toes keep arockin'
Dance with a dolly with a hole in her stockin'
Dance by the light of the moon

Mama, Mama put the cat out tonight
Cat out tonight, cat out tonigh
Worked all day I'm gonna scat out tonight
And I won't be home until dawn
Gaonna dace with a dolly with a hole in her stockin'
While our knees keep a-knockin'
And our toes keep a rockin'
Dance with a dolly with a hole in her stockin'
Dance by the light of the moon
Gonna dance by the light of the moon
Dance by the light of the moon
By the light of the moon