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What an array of music our listeners were heir to, both last evening and this morning. Thanks to ehBeth for apprising us of the untimely death of the man with a voice of velvet, but his legacy will be the treasure of song.

And additional thanks to edgar, yit, Bob, and Francis for the lovely words replete with translation, and the bio of Hesse was one that left me with the sense of the iconoclast that he was.

Angel, that was a timely song for me, because I heard it several times on night owl theatre last evening.(certainly not music to sleep by)

Yes, folks, it was one of those nights that spelled "...too tired to sleep...". It happens to all of us, I suppose.

And here is my frivolous paean to the morning:

I saw a baby woodchuck sitting on a knoll,
Blinking in the sunlight,
Fat and brown and droll,
He ate a head of clover,
And then he ate another,
But when he grabbed a big paw full,
Out popped his baby brother.
His baby brother blinked and bumped
And bowled him over.
They fought like infant furies for a patch of clover.
Then spanked they were in sunshine,
By their firmed pawed mother.
Who marched them up the hill to home,
The woodchuck and his brother.

News item:











EDINBURGH, Scotland (AP) - Tens of thousands of people clad in white marched through Scotland's medieval capital Saturday, demanding that the leaders of the world's richest nations act to better the lives of the poorest.

The "Make Poverty History" marchers said the world must no longer tolerate the extreme poverty that blights the lives of millions in Africa and elsewhere. They planned to form a huge human bracelet around Edinburgh later Saturday as part of the kickoff to a week of anti-poverty activism.

The marchers aimed a peaceful but powerful message at politicians gathering for the summit of the G8 group of rich countries at the nearby Gleneagles resort next week.

"We're not here to march for charity; we are here to march for justice," said Walden Bello, of the advocacy group Focus on the Global South.

The march coincided with the Live 8 global music marathon to raise awareness of African poverty. Hundreds of musicians were taking to 10 stages around the world Saturday in cities ranging from Johannesburg to Philadelphia, Berlin to Barrie, Canada.

There are shows in all the G-8 countries - the United States, Britain, France, Germany, Italy, Canada, Japan and Russia - as well as in South Africa, where former President Nelson Mandela was expected to address the crowd. A tenth, all-African show was being staged in southwest England.

The atmosphere at the Edinburgh march was festive, with an African percussion band playing and some demonstrators wearing masks depicting the faces of G8 leaders including President Bush, Prime Minister Tony Blair and Russian President Vladimir Putin.

Britain's two main Roman Catholic leaders headed the procession and Cardinal Keith O'Brien, the leader of Scotland's Catholics, read a message from the Vatican. He said Pope Benedict XVI urged those in rich countries to bear the burden of reducing debt for the poor and called on their leaders to fight poverty.

"His Holiness prays for the participants in the rally and for the world leaders soon to gather at Gleneagles, that they may all play their part in ensuring a more just distribution of the world's good," said the message from Vatican Secretary of State Cardinal Angelo Sodano. He conveyed the pope's "ardent hope that the scourge of global poverty may one day be consigned to history."

Before the march began, tens of thousands of good-spirited protesters turned the Meadows, Edinburgh's main park, into a sea of white, the anti-poverty movement's trademark color. Many held white balloons bearing the names of aid groups.

Police and Edinburgh's merchants had feared anarchists might cause trouble at the march and mounted a huge security operation to head off any disorder. They were anxious to avoid a repeat of violence that marred demonstrations against the 2001 G8 summit in Genoa, Italy, where an officer shot and killed a protester.

The demonstrators - organizers expected more than 100,000 - urged the G8 leaders to heed Blair's call to erase Africa's debt, pony up for a massive boost in aid and eliminate trade barriers that make it difficult for impoverished nations to sell their goods overseas.

Some carried banners bearing religious imagery such as crosses while others espoused a socialist viewpoint.

"Make Capitalism History," read one group's red T-shirts; "Make Bush History," said another. Many placards bore the messages "Drop the Debt" and "Trade Justice." "For Those Who Have No Voices," a homemade banner said.

Thandiwe Letsoalo, who traveled from Soweto, South Africa, for the march, lost two daughters to HIV-related illnesses and is caring for eight grandchildren and two unemployed sons on a small pension.

"The G8 leaders have to increase aid but ensure that the governments they are giving aid to are not corrupt so that the money can trickle down to the people," she said.

UhOh. Is that where our McTag is? <smile>

Up in the mornin', out on the job
Work like the devil for my pay.
But that lucky old sun has nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day.

Had a fuss with my woman, an' I toil for my kids,
An' I sweat 'til I'm wrinkled and gray,
While that lucky old sun got nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day.
Oh, Lord above, don't you hear me cryin'
Tears are rollin' down my eyes.
Send in a cloud with a silver linin',
Take me to paradise.
Show me that river, Take me across,
wash all my troubles away
Like that lucky old sun give me nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day.

There's a high flyin' bird, flying way up in the sky,
And I wonder if she looks down, as she goes on by?
Well, she's flying so freely in the sky.

Lord, look at me here,
I'm rooted like a tree here,
Got those sit-down,
can't cry Oh Lord, gonna die blues.

Now the sun it comes up and lights up the day,
And when he gets tired, Lord, he goes on down his way,
To the east and to the west,
He meets God every day.

Lord, look at me here,
I'm rooted like a tree here,
Got those sit-down, can't cry
Oh Lord, gonna die blues.

Now I had a woman
Lord, she lived down by the mine,
She ain't never seen the sun,
Oh Lord, never stopped crying.

Then one day my woman up and died,
Lord, she up and died now.
Oh Lord, she up and died now.
She wanted to die,
And the only way to fly is die, die, die.

There's a high flyin' bird, flying way up in the sky,
And I wonder if she looks down as she goes on by?
Well, she's flying so freely in the sky.

Lord, look at me here,
I'm rooted like a tree here,
Got those sit-down, can't cry,
Oh, Lord, gonna die blues.

My word, listeners. We're all singing the blues, including those disciplined woodchucks with sore backsides.

Dys, the sun is not always lucky. Think of all those spots he gets from time to time.

Shall we cheer each other up, folks?

Toru Namikoshi's come to our house to stay.
With Shiatsu therapy that drives our aches away.

Shiatsu occupies a point
Between the mysticism of needles
In the naked eyes
And soul of witticism.

Do I hear a smile, folks?

Good morning all!

And now I'm wondering: How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

July 2 Birthday celebrities:

1877 Hermann Hesse, novelist/poet (Germany; died 1962)

1894 Walter Brennan, Swampscott Mass, actor , was only in his 30s when he began playing crotchety old men ( Three Supporting Actor Oscars: Come and Get It, 1936; Kentucky, 1938; The Westerner 1940 as Judge Roy Bean ; TV series The Real McCoys, 6 seasons; Tycoon and Guns of Will Sonnett - Hit record, "Old Rivers" ) died 1974

1903 Olav V England, King of Norway (1957)

1908 Thurgood Marshall, first African-American Supreme Court justice (Baltimore, MD; died 1993)

1916 Ken Curtis, Lamar Colo, actor (Ripcord, Festus-Gunsmoke)died 1991

1922 Dan Rowan ,Beggs Okla, comedian (Rowan & Martin's Laugh-in) died 1987

1923 Wislawa Szymborska, poet (Kornik, Poland) Nobel Prize in literature, 1995 "Even the worst book can give us something to think about. "

1925 Medgar Evers, civil rights leader (Decatur, MS; died 1963 (assassinated)

1927 Brock Peters actor/singer (Lost in the Stars Carmen Jones, Porgy and Bess, To Kill a Mockingbird)

1929 Imelda Marcos, former Philippine first lady/political leader (Manila, Philippines)

1932 Dave Thomas, founder of Wendy's (Atlantic City, NJ) , died 2002

1937 Polly Holliday Jasper Ala, actress (Flo-Alice, Flo-Flo, (Kiss My Grits)

1937 Richard Petty, auto racer (Level Cross, NC)

1946 Helen Mirren, actress (London, England) (White Nights, Gosford Park, The Madness of King George, Calendar Girls, et al)

2946 Ron Silver, actor/director (New York, NY)

1947 Luci Baines Johnson Nugent Turpin daughter of Pres LBJ
1964 José Canseco, baseball player (Havana, Cuba)

My goodness, edgar, that's not a very cheery song. Sounds like a day even Darin can't save, nor Mercer either.

How about some Watermelon Man by Herbie Hancock. Unfortunately there are no lyrics to that song, but everyone has water melon for the 4th here in the U.S. I've been told that it's a marvelous hang over cure.

Well, folks. Here's our Raggedy again with the celebs of the day. Brock Peters was absolutely wonderful in To Kill a Mockingbird, right?

Interesting to me that the "mockingbird" was really Boo Radley.

Thanks, Aggie for being true not blue. <smile>

LET'S TALK ABOUT LOVE / LET'S NOT TALK ABOUT LOVE (complete lyric --from Let's Face It, 1941)

Cole Porter

Let's talk about love, that wonderful thing,
Let's blend the scent of Venice with Paris in Spring,
Let's gaze at that moon and try to believe
We're Venus and Adonis, or Adam and Eve,
Let's throw away anxiety, let's quite forget propriety,
Respectable society, the rector and his piety,
And contemplate l'amour in all its infinite variety,
My dear, let's talk about love.
Pretend you're Chopin and I'll be George Sand,
We're on the Grand Canal and, oh baby, it's grand!
Let's mention Walkures and helmeted knights,
I'm beautiful Bruennhilde, you're Siegfried in tights,
Let's curse the asininity of tribal consanguinity,
Let's praise the masculinity of Dietrich's new affinity,
Let's picture Cleopatra saying "Scram" to her virginity,
My dear, let's talk about love.
The weather's so warm and you are so cute,
Let's dream about Tahiti and tropical fruit,
I've always said men were simply deevine,
(Did you know Peggy Joyce was once a pupil of mine?)
Let's gather miscellania on Oberon's Titania,
Or ladies even branier who've moved to Pennsylvania,
(Bucks County, so I hear, is just a nest of nymphomania)
My dear, let's talk about love.

My buddies all tell me selectees
Are expected by ladies to neck-tease,
I could talk about love and why not?
But believe me, it wouldn't be so hot,
So

Let's talk about frogs, let's talk about toads,
Let's try to solve the riddle why chickens cross roads,
Let's talk about games, let's talk about sports,
Let's have a big debate about ladies in shorts,
Let's question the synonymy of freedom and autonomy,
Let's delve into astronomy, political economy,
Or if you're feeling biblical, the book of Deuteronomy,
But let's not talk about love.
Let's ride the New Deal, like Senator Glass,
Let's telephone Ickes and order more gas,
Let's curse the Old Guard and Hamilton Fish,
Forgive me, dear, if Fish is your favorite dish,
Let's heap some more profanities on Hitler's inhumanities,
Let's argue if insanity's the cause of his inanities,
Let's weigh the Shubert Follies with The Ear-rl Carroll Vanities,
But let's not talk about love.
Let's talk about drugs, let's talk about dope,
Let's try to picture Paramount minus Bob Hope,
Let's start a new dance, let's try a new step,
Or investigate the source of Mrs. Roosevelt's pep,
Why not discuss, my dee-arie,
The life of Wallace Bee-ery,
Or bring a jeroboam on
And write a drunken poem on
Astrology, mythology,
Geology, philology,
Pathology, psychology,
Electro-physiology,
Spermology, phrenology,
I owe you an apology
But let's not talk about love.

Let's speak of Lamarr, that Hedy so fair,
Why does she let Joan Bennett wear all her old hair?
If you know Garbo, then tell me this news,
Is it a fact the Navy's launched all her old shoes?
Let's check on the veracity of Barrymore's bibacity
And why his drink capacity should get so much publacity,
Let's even have a huddle over Ha'vard Univassity,
But let's not talk about love.
Let's wish him good luck, let's wish him more pow'r,
That Fiorella fella, my favorite flow'r,
Let's get some champagne from over the seas,
And drink to Sammy Goldwyn,
Include me out please.
Let's write a tune that's playable, a ditty swing-and-swayable
Or say whatever's sayable about the Tow'r of Ba-abel,
Let's cheer for the career of itty-bitty Betty Gra-abel,
But let's not talk about love.
In case you play cards, I've got some right here
So how about a game o' gin-rummy, my dear?
Or if you feel warm and bathin's your whim,
Let's get in the all-together and enjoy a short swim,
No honey, I suspect you all
Of bein' intellectual
And so, instead of gushin' on,
Let's have a big discussion on
Timidity, stupidity, solidity, frigidity,
Avidity, turbidity, Manhattan and viscidity,
Fatality, morality, legality, finality,
Neutrality, reality, or Southern hospitality,
Pomposity, verbosity,
You're loosing your velocity
But let's not talk about love.

ah, come on, Bob. Let's do talk about love. <smile>

Cole Porter knows how to "not talk" in a most delightful way, right?

How about a little luck for the folks with no mo money.

Writer(s): loesser

They call you lady luck
But there is room for doubt
At times you have a very un-lady-like way
Of running out

Your on this date with me
The pickin's have been lush
And yet before the evening is over
You might give me the brush

You might forget your manners
You might refuse to stay
And so the best that I can do is pray

Luck be a lady tonight
Luck be a lady tonight
Luck if you've been a lady to begin with
Luck be a lady tonight

Luck let a gentleman see
Just how nice a dame you can be
I know the way you've treated other guys you've been with
Luck be a lady with me

A lady never leaves her escort
It isn't fair, it isn't nice
A lady doesn't wander all over the room
And blow on some other guys dice

Lets keep this party polite
Never get out of my sight
Stick with me baby, I'm the guy that you came in with
Luck be a lady tonight

A lady never flirts with strangers
She'd have a heart, she'd be nice
A lady doesn't wander all over the room
And blow on some other guys dice

Lets keep this party polite
Never get out of my sight
Stick with me baby, I'm the guy that you came in with
Luck be a lady tonight.

Place your bets, ladies and gentlemen

Kay Star

The wheel of fortune,
Goes spinnin' around.
Will the arrow point my way.
Will this be my day.

Oh, wheel of fortune,
Please don't pass me by,
Let me know the magic of,
A kiss and a sigh.

While the wheel is spinning, spinning, spinning,
I'll not dream of winning fortune or fame.
While the wheel is turning, turning, turning,
I'll be yearning, yearning for love's precious flame.

Oh, wheel of fortune,
I'm hopin', somehow,
If you ever smile on me,
Please let it be now.

While the wheel is spinning, spinning, spinning,
I'll not dream of winning fortune or even fame.
While the wheel is turning, turning, turning,
I'll be yearning, yearning for love's precious flame.

Oh, wheel of fortune,
I'm hopin', somehow,
If you ever smile on me,
Please let it be now.

Ah, edgar, there's that wheel again "....a wheel in a wheel way up in the middle of the air..." know that reference?

And, of course, listeners there's this bloke's luck:

Artist: Lyrics
Song: With a Little Bit O' Luck Lyrics

Alfred The Lord above gave man an arm of iron
So he could do his job and never shirk.
The Lord gave man an arm of iron-but
With a little bit of luck, With a little bit of luck,
Someone else'll do the blinkin' work! The three
With a little bit...with a little bit...
With a little bit of luck you'll never work!
Alfred The Lord above made liquor for temptation,
To see if man could turn away from sin.
The Lord above made liquor for temptation-but
With a little bit of luck, With a little bit of luck,
When temptation comes you'll give right in!
The three With a little bit...with a little bit...
With a little bit of luck you'll give right in.
Alfred Oh, you can walk the straight and narrow;
But with a little bit of luck You'll run amuck!
The gentle sex was made for man to marry,
To share his nest and see his food is cooked.
The gentle sex was made for man to marry-but
With a little bit of luck, With a little bit of luck,
You can have it all and not get hooked.
The three With a little bit...with a little bit...
With a little bit of luck you won't get hooked.
With a little bit...with a little bit...
With a little bit of bloomin' luck! Alfred
The Lord above made man to help is neighbor,
No matter where, on land, or sea, or foam.
The Lord above made man to help his neighbor-but
With a little bit of luck, With a little bit of luck,
When he comes around you won't be home! Jim and Harry
With a little bit...with a little bit...
With a little bit of luck, You won't be home.
Alfred They're always throwin' goodness at you;
But with a little bit of luck A man can duck!
Oh, it's a crime for man to go philandrin
And fill his wife's poor heart with grief and doubt.
Oh, it's a crime for man to go philanderin'-but
With a little bit of luck, With a little bit of luck,
You can see the bloodhound don't find out!
The three With a little bit...with a little bit...
With a little bit of luck she won't find out!
With a little bit...with a little bit...
With a little bit of bloomin' luck!
He doesn't have a tuppence in his pocket.
The poorest bloke you'll ever hope to meet.
He doesn't have a tuppence in his pocket-but
With a little bit of luck, With a little bit of luck,
He'll be movin' up to easy street.
With a little bit...with a little bit...
With a little bit of luck, He's movin' up.
With a little bit...with a little bit...
With a little bit of bloomin luck!

Love it!

As recorded by Belafonte


Ezekiel saw the wheel, way up in the middle of the air,
Ezekiel saw the wheel, way in the middle of the air,
The big wheel run by faith, little wheel run by the grace of God
Wheel within a wheel, 'way in the middle of the air,
Wheel, wheel, wheel, wheel in the middle of the air.
Wheel, wheel, wheel, wheel in the middle of the air.

Now I got shoes
And you got shoes
All God's children got shoes . . .

You gotta march down, march on down
You gotta march down to Jordan Hallelujah
You gotta march down, march on down
You gotta march down to Jordan Hallelujah

Where are you goin' my sisters?
Where are you goin' now ?
Oh well we're goin' on down to the river Jordan
Gonna wash our sins away

You gotta march down, march on down
You gotta march down to Jordan Hallelujah
You gotta march down, march on down
You gotta march down to Jordan Hallelujah

Have you heard of-a that city
They say it's built four square
He said he wanted you people
To meet him over there

You better march down, march on down
You gotta march down to Jordan Hallelujah
You gotta march down, march on down
You gotta march down to Jordan Hallelujah

Brothers?
Yeah
Sisters?
Yeah
Says here in Genesis, one chapter one
In the beginning God made the earth
And also says here in Genesis, six chapter six
That the children of Israel were sinning, they were sinning
What did I say? They were sinning
That's exactly what I said
And when God saw them sinning
It hurt Him to his heart, it hurt Him so bad
It made Him mad, it made Him so mad he was angry
And when God got angry the sky turned dark
And it was than that he told Noah to build the ark
Who built the ark, Noah
Who built the ark, Noah
Who built the ark, Noah, Noah
Noah built that ark
Children stop to steel, listen to me
God walked down by the Briny sea
Beheld evil of the sinful man
Declared that he would destroy the land
Spoke to Noah Brother Noah said Hark.
He said look a here Noah build me an ark
Want you build it big and strong
Build it 300 cubits long, 30 high, about 50 wide
I want it to stand my rain and tide
On this day I make my mark
In a 100 years I want that ark
When I get thru with this evil land
Not a living thing is gonna stand
Except the things that I tell to you
That I gonna need , when the world is new
I've been east and I've been west
I decided to put this world at rest
I've been up and I've been down
Nothing but evil all around
I've seen brother turn against brother
Up this high and it'll go no further
Women weep and children mourn
Sorry the day that man was born
Sinful people one by one
Sorry the day my wrath begun
Sorry the day my wrath begun
Sorry the day my wrath begun
Sorry the day my wrath begun
`Cause it's gonna rain
`Cause it's gonna rain
`Cause it's gonna rain
`Cause it's gonna rain
And all this land is my land
Not a living thing is gonna stand
'Cause it's gonna rain
`Cause it's gonna rain
`Cause it's gonna rain
`Cause it's gonna rain

Who built the ark? Noah. Yeah
Who built the ark? Noah. Yeah
Who built the ark? Noah Noah
Noah built the ark
Well God told him what to do
Then the work began cut and hewed
Ringing o´ the hammer was "judgment"
Singing o´ the saw "God said repent"
100 years he hammered and sawed
Building the ark by the grace of God
After the foundation was laid
Heaved down the timber and the ark was made
Called in the animals two by two
There was the Ox, the Camel and the Kangaroo
Hallowed in the monkey and the crocodile
Even the baby animals that couldn't smile
Packed them in the ark so tight
They all couldn't get no sleep at night
Called in Japheth and Shem and Ham
God began to flood the land
Raised his hand to heaven on high
And knocked that sun and the moon from the sky
Shook the mountains and stirred the sea
Hitched his reins to his Chariot Wheel
Stepped on land and split out the shore
There is time for to be no more
Cause it's gonna rain
Cause it's gonna rain
Cause it's gonna rain
Cause it's gonna rain

See the little baby, Amen
Lyin' in a manger, Amen
On Christmas morning,
Amen, Amen, Amen

See him in the temple, Amen
Talking with the elders, Amen
Who marveled at his wisdom
Amen, Amen, Amen

See him by the seaside, Amen
Talking with the fishermen, Amen
Makin' 'em disciples
Amen, Amen, Amen

Marchin' to Jerusalem, Amen
Wavin' palm branches, Amen
In pomp and splendor
Amen, Amen, Amen

See him in the garden, Amen
Talkin' with the Father, Amen
In deepest sorrow
Amen, Amen, Amen

Led before Pilate, Amen
Then they crucified him, Amen
But he rose on Easter
Amen, Amen, Amen

Hallelujah!, Amen
He died to save us, Amen
But he lives forever!
Amen, Amen, Amen

it's a month early for this, but edgar's got me in the mood for a Neil Diamond gem ;-)

Hot August night and the leaves hanging down
And the grass on the gound smellin' sweet,
Move up the road to the outside of town
And the sound of the good gospel beat;
Sits a ragged tent where there ain't no trees,
And that gospel group tellin' you and me,
It's Love, Brother Love, say Brother Love's
Trav'lin' Salvation Show,
Pack up the babies and grab the old ladies
And ev'ry one goes, 'cause ev'ry one knows
Brother Love's Show.

Room gets suddenly still and when you'd almost
Bet you could hear yourself sweat, he walks in,
Eyes black as coal and when he lifts his face
Ev'ry ear is the place is on him.
Starting soft and slow like a small earthquake,
And when he lets go half the valley shakes,
It's Love, Brother Love, say Brother Love's
Trav'lin' Salvation Show,
Pack up the babies and grab the old ladies
And ev'ry one goes, 'cause ev'ryone knows
Brother Love's Show, Hallelujah!

Brothers, I said Brothers, now you've got yourself
Two good hands, and when your brother is troubled
You gotta reach out your one hand for Him
'Cause that's what it's there for.
And when your heart is troubled you gotta
Reach out your other hand, reach it out
To the Man up there 'cause that's what He's there for.
Take my hand in yours, walk with me this day.
Give my heart sweet warmth, I will never stray.
Brother Love, say Brother Love's Trav'lin' Salvation Show,
Pack up the babies and grab the old ladies
And ev'ryone goes, 'cause ev'ry one knows
Brother Love's Show.

Don't you love the change of pace here, folks? All that clapping of hands and tent meetings. Yep, there'll be a hot time in the old town tonight.




(Trad.)
You've got to walk that lonesome valley
Well you gotta go there by yourself
Well there ain't nobody else gonna go there for you
You gotta go there by yourself

Now mother walked that lonesome valley
Now mother walked, she walked it by herself
Well there ain't nobody else could ever walk it for her
She had to walk it, she had to walk it by herself

You've got to walk that lonesome valley
Well you gotta go there by yourself
Well there ain't nobody else gonna go there for you
You gotta go there by yourself

Now father walked that lonesome valley
Now father walked it, he walked it by himself
Nobody else could walk it for him
Well he had to walk it, he had to walk it by himself

You've got to walk that lonesome valley
Well you gotta go by yourself
Well there ain't nobody else gonna go there for you
You gotta go there by yourself

Now some folks say that John was a baptist
some folks say he was a Jew
He wrote that holy holy bible
The bible tells you, it plainly tells you
That he was, that he was a preacher too

You've got to walk that lonesome valley
Well you gotta go by yourself
Well there ain't nobody else gonna go there for you
You gotta go there by yourself

You've got to walk that lonesome valley
Well you gotta go by yourself
Well there ain't nobody else gonna go there for you
You gotta go there by yourself.

Sing it brother edgar; Sing it brother Yit. If we pound that Bible, we may have another hit.