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Out of the 68 sites as a google result, only two are linked to her in German .... with half-sentences.

She was broadcasted FROM Germany, but no-one was able to listen to her here .... and those, who listened to English programs illegally preferred the BBC to Nazi propaganda :wink:

Bob, "finger pointing time" is so true , and typically political. No one stops to think of the chaos shutting down a state government creates on any given holiday, anywhere, not to mention the folks that lose their jobs.

Well, we've had our brief political forum here on WA2K, but current and historical news is all part of the format. I do hope our listeners from other countries will share a song with us that reflects their native land.

Here's a cute Yankee song:

TOMMY:
I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy,
Yankee Doodle do or die.
A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam,
I was born on the 4th of July.
I've got a yankee doodle sweetheart,
she's my Yankee Doodle joy.
Yankee doodle came to London,
just to ride the ponies.
Say, I am a Yankee Doodle Boy.

PENNY:
He's a Yankee Doodle Dandy,
a yankee doodle do or die.
A real live nephew of his uncle Sam,
born on the 4th of July.

TOMMY & CHORUS:
I've got a yankee doodle sweetheart,
she's my yankee doodle joy.

TOMMY & PENNY:
Yankee doodle came to London,
just to ride the ponies. I am a Yankee Doodle boy.

Jimmy Kennedy, the man from Omagh, Co, wrote the lyrics for such songs like "Red Sails in the Sunset", "South of the Border", "The Teddy Bears' Picnic", "Isle of Capri", "My Prayer" and "Cokey-Cokey" (, which would later become the "Hokey-Pokey") as well as





AUDIO

FIND ME A PRIMITIVE MAN (Fifty Million Frenchmen,1929)

Cole Porter

Now, before this modern idea had burst
About the women and children first,
The men had much more charm than they have today.
And if only one of that type survived,
The very moment that he arrived,
I know I'd fall in love in a great big way.
I can't imagine being bad
With any Arrow collar ad,
Nor could I take the slightest joy
In waking up a college boy.
I've no desire to be alone
With Rudy Vallee's megaphone,
So when I'm saying my prayers, I say:

Find me a primitive man,
Built on a primitive plan.
Someone with vigor and vim.
I don't mean a kind that belongs to a club,
But the kind that has a club that belongs to him.
I could be the personal slave
Of someone just out of a cave.
The only man who'll ever win me
Has gotta wake up the gypsy in me,
Find me a primitive man,
Find me a primitive man.

Trouve moi un homme primitif
Trouve moi un garcon naif.
Quelqu'un tout plein de vigeur,
Ces p'tits maquereaux qu'on appelle gigolos ne
Pourraient jamais donner le vrai bonheur.
J'ai besoin d'un bel animal
Pour chauffeur mon chaffage centrale.
Et l'homme qui me veut pour capitane
Devrait reveiler mon sang tzigane,
Trouve moi un homme primitif, vif,
Trouve moi un homme primitif.

(Find me a primitive man,
Find me a forthright young lad,
Someone with vigor to spare,
Those fatuous beaux they call gigolos could never give me happiness.
I must have a gorgeous beast
To heat up my own central heat.
And he who aspires to be my stud
Must reawake my gypsy blood.
Find me a primitive man.)

Walter, I missed your last message about Axis Sally. Thanks for that, my dear.

Now, about that song. I couldn't play it because the file was corrupted. Duh, more propaganda?

I am not familiar Siegfried Line. Was that the same type thing as the Maginot line? Sounds like a war time parody.

Gorsh, Walter I love Red Sails in the Sunset because it reminds me so of Beyond the Sea, and I know South of the Border because my brother sang it.

Right, Bob. The type man that drags a woman by her hair into a cave.<smile>

Cole Porter wrote some really great ones. Did he do "Oh, How I Hate to get up in the Morning"? those are among the most clever lyrics that I have ever heard.

Well, listeners, you hear it all here on WA2K radio, and the memories are not only delightful, but also informative.

Isn't that where the expression "bad hair day" came from ?

GENES
My sweetheart was a gambler, lord
Down in new orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk

He fills his glasses up to the brim
And he'll pass the cards around
And the only pleasure he gets out of life
Is ramblin' from town to town

Oh tell my baby sister
Not to do what I have done
But shun that house in new orleans
They call the risin' sun

Well, it's one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to new orleans
To wear that ball and chain

I'm a-goin' back to new orleans
My race is almost run
I'm goin' back to end my life
Down in the risin' sun

There is a house in new orleans
They call the risin' sun
It's been the ruin of many poor girl
And me, oh god, I'm a-one

good evening WA2K, i come before you tonoight with a problem, a problem i'm sure we can all relate to, payday isn't until monday and i'm broke, not destitute in the streets broke but not much money for fun, oh well this too shall pass, let's hear how others faced this situation

Busted
Johnny Cash

My bills are all due and the babies need shoes,
But I'm Busted
Cotton's gone down to a quarter a pound
And I'm busted

I got a cow that's gone dry
And a hen that won't lay
A big stack of bills
Getting bigger each day
The county's gonna haul my belongings away,
But I'm busted

So I called on my brother to ask for a loan
'Cause I was busted
I hate to beg like a dog for a bone,
But I'm busted

My brother said, "there's not a thing I can do,
My wife and my kids
Are all down with the flu
And I was just thinkin' about callin' on you,
'Cause I'm busted."

Lord, I ain't no thief, but a man can go wrong,
When he's busted
The food that we canned last summer is gone,
But I'm busted

Now the fields are all bare
And the cotton won't grow
Me and my family's gotta pack up and go
But I'll make a living, just where, I don't know
'Cause I'm busted


Brother, Can You Spare A Dime
Tom Jones

Once I built a railroad...made it run
Made it race against time
Once I built a railroad...now it's done
Brother, can you spare a dime

Once I built a tower...to the sun
Bricks...rivet...and lime
Once I built a tower...now it's done
Brother, can you spare a dime

Once in cocky suits
Gee, we looked swell
Full of that Yankee Doodle-dom
Half a million boots..they went
slogging through Hell
And I..I was a kid with a drum

Say, don't you remember..
They called me Al
It was Al all the time
Say, don't you remember
I'm your pal
Buddy, can you spare a dime.....


well listners things aren't that bad, but i know how they could be better


If I Had $1000000
Barenaked Ladies

If I had a million dollars
(If I had a million dollars)
Well I'd buy you a house
(I'd buy you a house)
And if I had a million dollars
(If I had a million dollars)
I'd buy you furniture for your house
(maybe a nice chesterfield or an ottoman)
And if I had a million dollars
(If I had a million dollars)
Well I'd buy you a K-Car
(a nice reliant automobile)
And if I had a million dollars,
I'd buy your love

If I had a million dollars
I'd build a tree-fort in our yard
If I had a million dollars
you could help, it wouldn't be that hard
If I had a million dollars
maybe we could put a little tiny fridge in there somewhere.
(spoken)
"You know, we could just go up there and hang out."
"Like open the fridge and stuff, and there'd all be foods laid out for us like little pre-wrapped sausages and things. They have pre-wrapped sausages but they don't have pre-wrapped bacon."
"Well can you blame them?"
"Yeah."

If I had a million dollars
(If I had a million dollars)
Well I'd buy you a fur a coat
(but not a real fur coat, that's cruel)
And if I had a million dollars
(If I had a million dollars)
Well I'd buy you an exotic pet
(yep, like a llama or an emu)
And if I had a million dollars
(If I had a million dollars)
Well I'd buy you John Merrick's remains
(all them crazy elephant bones)
And if I had a million dollars,
I'd buy your love

If I had a million dollars
we wouldn't have to walk to the store
If I had a million dollars
we'd take a limousine 'cause it costs more
If I had a million dollars
we wouldn't have to eat Kraft dinner
(spoken)
"But we would eat Kraft dinner."
"Of course we would, we'd just eat more."
"And buy really expensive ketchups with it."
"That's right, all the fanciest Dijon ketchups."

If I had a million dollars
(If I had a million dollars)
Wel I'd buy you a green dress
(but not a real green dress that's cruel)
And if I had a million dollars
(If I had a million dollars)
Well I'd buy you some art
(A Picasso or a Garfunkel)
And if I had a million dollars
(If I had a million dollars)
Well I'd buy you a monkey
(haven't you always wanted a monkey?!)
And if I had a million dollars,
I'd buy your love

If I had a million dollars;
if I had a million dollars
If I had a million dollars;
if I had a million dollars
If I had a million dollars…

I'd be rich!


When I Win the Lottery
Camper Van Beethoven

Well I lost an eye in Mexico
Lost two teeth where I don't know
People see me comin' and they move to the other side
of the road.

I robbed a liquor store or two
Made myself at home a few times
Borrowed myself a car when I needed it.

I got me a shack at the bottom of the road
Fixin' cars and givin' tows
Spend all my money on the lottery.

When I win the lottery gonna buy all girls on my block
A color TV and a bottle of French perfume
When I win the lottery gonna donate half my money to
the city
So they have to name a street or a school or a park
after me
When I win the lottery

Never run a flag up a pole
Like Mr. Red, White, and Blue down the road
But I never called myself a hero for killing a known
communist.

Now I can walk into any old bar
Find a fight without looking too hard
But I never killed someone I don't know just 'cause
someone told me to.

And when I win the lottery
Gonna buy the house next to Mr. Red, White and Blue
And when I win the lottery
Gonna buy Post 306 American Legion, paint it red with
five gold stars.

When I win the lottery.

When the end comes to this old world
The rats will cry and the rest will curl up
And God won't take the time to sort your ashes from
mine.

'Cause we zig and zag between good and bad
Stumble and fall on right and wrong
'Cause the tumbling dice and the luck of the draw
just leads us on.

And when I win the lottery, gonna buy all the girls
on my block
Silver-plated six shooters and a quart of the finest
highland scotch
'Cause when I win the lottery, the rocks will shake
their heads and say that
God is good but surely works in mysterious ways.

When I win the lottery.

Hey, dj, and I hope you got my message about Happy Canada Day. Honey, I know just how you feel. All of us have been crying the money blues at one time or another, right listeners?
Lyrics
Artist: The Drifters



You know, the landlord rang my front door bell--
I let it ring for a long, long spell--
I looked through the window, I peeked through the blind,
And asked him to tell me what was on his mind.
He said, "Money, honey!
Money, honey!
Money, honey,
If you wanna get along with me."

I was cleaned and skinned and so hard-pressed--
I called the woman that I love the best--
I finally reached my baby 'bout a half past three--
She said, "I'd like to know what you want with me."
I said, "Money, honey!
Money, honey!
Money, honey,
If you wanna get along with me."

Actually, folks, I suspect there are a lotta of well-to-do people out there who feel the same way.

ah, That didn't help one bit, did it. Neither will this, but I feel we need to understand about the background of those who gave so much and got so little: Pierre L'enfant:




Pierre Charles L'Enfant, b. Aug. 2, 1754, d. June 14, 1852, was the French architect and engineer responsible for the design of Washington, D.C. The plan of the city is based on principles employed by Andre Le Notre in the palace and garden of Versailles, where L'Enfant's father had worked as a court painter, and on Domenico Fontana's scheme (1585) for the replanning of Rome under Pope Sixtus V. Through the use of long avenues joined at key points marked by important buildings or monuments, the city is a symbolic representation of power radiating from a central source.

On his arrival in America in 1777, L'Enfant joined the Revolutionary army as a volunteer during the War of Independence, and attained the rank (1783) of major of engineers. When Congress decided (1791) to build a capital city on the Potomac, George Washington asked L'Enfant to prepare a design but dismissed him in the following year because of his insistence on complete control of the project. L'Enfant also designed the old City Hall in New York (c.1787) and the town house of the financier Robert Morris in Philadelphia (begun 1793; demolished).

Although he died penniless and alone he was reinterred in Arlington National Cemetery, after his plan for the city was readopted and his immortal contribution to this most unique capital city fully recognized.

Well, folks. Things could be worse. We could be selling pencils and apples on a street corner, victims of the GREAT DEPRESSION.

hmm, i missed ehbeths canada day thread, must look for it

thank you for the shout out

I missed adding Reyn to the list as well.

Well, folks, it's that time of night again, and I decided to end the broadcast with a song. Although Barbara Allen was adapted by many countries, this was reputed to have been one of George Washington's favorites:

In Scarlet town where I was born
There was a fair maid dwelling
And every youth cried well away
For her name was Barbara Allen


Twas in the merry month of May
The green buds were a swelling
Sweet William on his deathbed lay
For the love of Barbara Allen


He sent a servant unto her
To the place she was dwelling
Saying you must come to his deathbed now
If your name be Barbara Allen


Slowly slowly she got up
Slowly slowly she came nigh him
And the only words to him she said
Young man I think you're dying


As she was walking oer the fields
She heard the death bell knelling
And every stroke it seemed to say
Hardhearted Barbara Allen


Oh mother mother make my bed
Make it long and make it narrow
Sweet William died for me today
I'll die for him tomorrow


They buried her in the old churchyard
They buried him in the choir
And from his grave grew a red red rose
From her grave a green briar


They grew and grew to the steeple top
Till they could grow no higher
And there they twined in a true love's knot
Red rose around green briar

(Trad./ Arranged by Harvey Reid)

Goodnight all.

From Letty with love.

Good night and goodbye to Luther Vandross who died today.



http://edition.cnn.com/2005/SHOWBIZ/Music/07/01/vandross.obit/


Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around 'til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved
If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
How I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again

When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way, I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
'Cause I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again

Sometimes I'd listen outside her door
And I'd hear how my mother cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I'm praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved
I know you don't do it usually
But dear Lord she's dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream

i'd lake to belatedly add another money song, made famous by Bessie Smith:

Once I lived the life of a millionaire,
Spent all my money, I just did not care.
Took all my friends out for a good time,
Bought bootleg whiskey, champagne and wine.

Then I began to fall so low,
Lost all my good friends, I did not have nowhere to go.
I get my hands on a dollar again,
I'm gonna hang on to it till that eagle grins.

'Cause no, no, nobody knows you
When you're down and out.
In your pocket, not one penny,
And as for friends, you don't have any.

When you finally get back up on your feet again,
Everybody wants to be your old long-lost friend.
Said it's mighty strange, without a doubt,
Nobody knows you when you're down and out.

Another Money song.

King Of The Road

Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let...fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but..two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.

Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination...Bangor, Maine.
Old worn out clothes and shoes,
I don't pay no union dues,
I smoke old stogies I have found
Short, but not too big around
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.

I know every engineer on every train
All of their children, and all of their names
And every handout in every town
And every lock that ain't locked
When no one's around.

I sing,
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.

Why Don't You Do Right - I believe Peggy Lee's first recording, for which she was paid, I think, ten bucks.

You had plenty money, 1922
You let other women make a fool of you
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too

You're sittin' there and wonderin' what it's all about
You ain't got no money, they will put you out
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too

If you had prepared twenty years ago
You wouldn't be a-wanderin' from door to door
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too

I fell for your jivin' and I took you in
Now all you got to offer me's a drink of gin
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Like some other men do

Impossible Dream

Luther Vandross

To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
And to run where
the brave dare not go
To right the unrightable wrong
And to love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star
This is my quest
To follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far
To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march,
march into hell
For that heavenly cause
And I know
If I'll only be true
To this glorious quest
That my heart
Will lie peaceful and calm
When I'm laid to my rest
And the world will be
better for this
That one man, scorned
and covered with scars,
Still strove with his last
ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable,
the unreachable,
The unreachable star
And I'll always dream
The impossible dream
Yes, and I'll reach
The unreachable star

The same in French...

La quête - Jacques Brel

Rêver un impossible rêve
Porter le chagrin des départs
Brûler d'une possible fièvre
Partir où personne ne part

Aimer jusqu'à la déchirure
Aimer, même trop, même mal,
Tenter, sans force et sans armure,
D'atteindre l'inaccessible étoile

Telle est ma quête,
Suivre l'étoile
Peu m'importent mes chances
Peu m'importe le temps
Ou ma désespérance
Et puis lutter toujours
Sans questions ni repos
Se damner
Pour l'or d'un mot d'amour
Je ne sais si je serai ce héros
Mais mon cœur serait tranquille
Et les villes s'éclabousseraient de bleu
Parce qu'un malheureux

Brûle encore, bien qu'ayant tout brûlé
Brûle encore, même trop, même mal
Pour atteindre à s'en écarteler
Pour atteindre l'inaccessible étoile.