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Glass Jaw
Graham Parker

I got a real wooden heart girl,
sometimes it's hard to ignite it
I must have water for blood girl,
but don't cut me out or write me off

You turn stone into flesh baby
and I almost get human
Yeah and it's always the best baby,
I hear your heart pitter patter
I feel your love start to shatter

CHORUS
My glass jaw,
and you can break this door
and you can take me for,
whatever you want

I got a head full of rocks girl,
shake me around and I rattle
I must have ice here in blocks girl,
being alive is a battle

I, I want to win when you're with me
that's when things really happen
Yeah even grin when you're with me,
you're arms around really fit yeah
You know the right place to hit it

REPEAT CHORUS

OOh you turn stone into flesh baby
and I almost get human
Yeah it's always the best baby,
I hear your heart pitter patter
And then your love start to shatter

REPEAT CHORUS

Oooh glass jaw,
and you can break this door
and you can take, take, take me for,
whatever you want

whatever you want,
whatever you want

A Slow Song
Joe Jackson

Music has charms they say
But in some people's hands
It becomes a savage beast
Can't they control it
Why don't they hold it back

You see my friend and me
Don't have an easy day
And at night we dance not fight
And we need the energy
If not the sympathy

But I'm brutalized by bass
And terrorized by treble
I'm open to change my mood but
I always get caught in the middle

And I get tired of DJ's
Why's it always what he plays
I'm gonna push right through
I'm gonna tell him too
Tell him to
Play us
Play us a slow song

It's late - I'm winding down
Am I the only one
To want a strong and silent sound
To pick me up and undress me
Lay me down and caress me

I feel you touch my hand
And whisper in my ear
Ask me how I'm feeling now
And I want to get near you
But I can't even hear you

But this is a fine romance
If we have to be so demanding
We need just one more dance to
Leave here with an understanding

And I get tired of DJ's
Why's it always what he plays
I'm gonna push right through
I'm gonna tell him too
Tell him to
Play us
Play us a slow song

Be My Number Two
Joe Jackson

Won't you be my number two
Me and number one are through
There won't be too much to do
Just smile when I feel blue

And there's not much left of me
What you get is what you see
Is it worth the energy
I leave it up to you

And if you got something to say to me
Don't try to play your funny ways on me
I know that it's really not fair of me
But my heart's seen too much action

And every time I look at you
You'll be who I want you to
And I'll do what I can do
To make a dream or two come true
If you'll be my
If you be my number two

Wood and glass, dj. They are fodder for the misbegotten, but we love it, do we not?

Fools in Love
Joe Jackson

Fools in love, well are there any other kind of lovers?
Fools in love, is there any other kind of pain?

Everything you do, everywhere you go now
Everything you touch, everything you feel
Everything you see, everything you know now
Everything you do, you do it for your lady
Love your lady, love your lady
Love your lady, love...

Fools in love, are there any creatures more pathetic?
Fools in love, never knowing when they've lost the game

Everything you do, everywhere you go now
Everything you touch, everything you feel
Everything you see, everything you know now
Everything you do, you do it for your lady
Love your lady, love your lady
Love your lady, love...

Fools in love they think they're heroes
'Cause they get to feel no pain
I say fools in love are zeros
I should know, I should know
Because this fool's in love again

Fools in love, gently hold each others hands forever
Fools in love, gently tear each other limb from limb

Everything you do, everywhere you go now
Everything you touch, everything you feel
Everything you do, even your rock 'n' roll now
Nothing mean a thing except you and your lady
Love your lady, love your lady
Love your lady, love...

Fools in love they think they're heroes
'Cause they get to feel no pain
I say fools in love are zeros
I should know, I should know
Because this fool's in love again

Then, what kind of fool am I, dj, who never fell in love.

Ah, my dear friends of cyber radio. You have helped me make it through the night, but I must leave you with my second sight.

Think of me and all who herein dwell.

Goodnight until the morrow for parting is such sweet sorrow.

From Letty with love.

Home Town
Joe Jackson

Of all the stupid things I could have thought
This was the worst
I started to believe
That I was born at seventeen
And all the stupid things
The letters and the broken verse
Stayed hidden at the bottom of the drawer
They'd always been
And now I plough through piles
Of bills, receipts and credit cards
And tickets and the Daily News
And sometimes I just . . .

Wanna go back to my home town
Though I know it'll never be the same
Back to my home town
'Cause it's been so long
And I'm wondering if it's still there

We think we're pretty smart
Us city slickers get around
And when the going's rough
We kill the pain and relocate
We're never married
Never faithful not to any town
But we never leave the past behind
We just accumulate
So sometimes when the music stops
I seem to hear a distant sound
Of waves and seagulls
Football crowds and church bells
And I . . .

Wanna go back to my home town
Though I know it'll never be the same
Back to my home town
'Cause it's been so long
And I'm wondering if it's still there

Back to my home town
Though I know it'll never be the same
Back to my home town
'Cause it's been so long
And I'm wondering if it's still there

Cruel To Be Kind
Nick Lowe

Oh, I can't take another heartache,
Though you say you're my friend, I'm at my wits' end!
You say you're love is bona fide,
But that don't coincide with the things that you do
And when I ask you to be nice, you say

You've gotta be
Cruel to be kind in the right measure,
Cruel to be kind it's a very good sign,
Cruel to be kind means that I love you,
Baby, you've gotta be cruel to be kind.

Well I do my best to understand dear,
But you still mystify, and I want to know why.
I pick myself up off the ground
To have you knock me back down again and again!
And when I ask you to explain, you say

You've gotta be
Cruel to be kind in the right measure,
Cruel to be kind it's a very good sign,
Cruel to be kind means that I love you,
Baby, you've gotta be cruel to be kind.

Well I do my best to understand dear,
But you still mystify, and I want to know why.
I pick myself up off the ground
To have you knock me back down again and again!
And when I ask you to explain, you say

You've gotta be
Cruel to be kind in the right measure,
Cruel to be kind it's a very good sign,
Cruel to be kind means that I love you,
Baby, you've gotta be cruel to be kind...

I Knew The Bride
Nick Lowe and his Cowboy Outfit

Well, the bride looks a picture in the gown that her mama wore,
When she was married herself, nearly twenty-seven years before.
They had to change the style a little but it looked just fine,
Stayed up all night but they got it finished just in time.
Now on the arm of her daddy she's walkin' down the aisle.
I see her catch my eye and give me a secret smile.
Maybe it's too old fashioned but we once were close friends.
Oh, but the way that she looks today, she never could have then!

Well, I can see her now, in her tight blue jeans,
Pumping all her money in the record machine.
Spinnin' like a top, you should have seen her go!
I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll!
I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll!

Well, her proud daddy only wants to give his little girl the best,
So he put down a grand on a cozy little lover's nest.
You could have called the reception an unqualified success,
At a flash hotel with a hundred and fifty guests.
Well take a look at the bridegroom, smilin' pleased as pie,
Shakin' hands all around with a glassy look in his eye.
He's got a real good job and his shirt and tie is nice,
But I remember a time when she never would have looked at him twice!

Well, I can see her now, drinkin' with the boys,
Breakin' their hearts like she was playin' with toys.
She used to do the pony, used to do the stroll,
I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll!
I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll!

I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll!
I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll!

(harmonica solo)

Well, I can see her now with her walkman on,
Jumpin' up and down to her favorite song.
I still remember when she used to want to make a lot of noise,
Hoppin' and a-boppin' with the street corner boys.
She used to wanna party, she used to wanna go!
I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll!
I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll!

I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll!
I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll!

I knew the bride when she used to do the pony,
I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll!
I knew the bride when she used to wanna party!
I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll!

Last Night I Had the Strangest Dream
Last night I had the strangest dream
I'd ever dreamed before
I dreamed the world had all agreed
To put an end to war
I dreamed I saw a mighty room
The room was Filled men
And the paper they were signing said
They'd never fight again

And when the papers were all signed
And a million copies made
They all joined hands and bowed their heads
And grateful pray'rs were prayed

And the people in the streets below
Were dancing 'round and 'round
While guns and swords and uniforms
Were scattered on the ground

Last night I had the strangest dream
I'd never dreamed before
I dreamed the world had all agreed
To put an end to war.


Goodnight and sweet dreams, sweet Letty.

Another day, another cycle rack for the car which doesn't fit well enough has got to be taken back to the cycle shop.

In the meantime, as requested by Miss Letty, here are the words from the duet from Bizet's opera "The Pearl Fishers" or more correctly perhaps "Les Pecheurs de Perles"

ZURGA
C'était le soir!
Dans l'air par la brise attiédi,
Les brahmines au front inondé de lumière,
Appelaient lentement la foule à la prière!

NADIR
Au fond du temple saint
Paré de fleurs et d'or,
Une femme apparaît!
ZURGA
Une femme apparaît!
NADIR
Je crois la voir encore!
ZURGA
Je crois la voir encore!

NADIR
La foule prosternée
La regarde, etonnée,
Et murmure tous bas:
Voyez, c'est la déesse!
Qui dans l'ombre se dresse
Et vers nous tend les bras!

ZURGA
Son voile se soulève!
?" vision! ô rêve!
La foule est à genoux!

ZURGA & NADIR
Oui, c'est elle!
C'est la déesse
plus charmante et plus belle!
Oui, c'est elle!
C'est la déesse
qui descend parmi nous!
Son voile se soulève et la foule est à genoux!

NADIR
Mais à travers la foule
Elle s'ouvre un passage!

ZURGA
Son long voile déjà
Nous cache son visage!

NADIR
Mon regard, hélas!
La cherche en vain!

ZURGA
Elle fuit!

NADIR
Elle fuit!
Mais dans mon âme soudain
Quelle étrange ardeur s'allume!

ZURGA
Quel feu nouveau me consume!

NADIR
Ta main repousse ma main!

ZURGA
Ta main repousse ma main!

NADIR
De nos cœurs l'amour s'empare
Et nous change en ennemis!

ZURGA
Non, que rien ne nous sépare!

NADIR
Non, rien!

ZURGA
Que rien ne nous sépare!

NADIR
Non, rien!

ZURGA
Jurons de rester amis!
NADIR
Jurons de rester amis!
ZURGA
Jurons de rester amis!

ZURGA & NADIR
Oh oui, jurons de rester amis!
Oui, c'est elle! C'est la déesse!
En ce jour qui vient nous unir,
Et fidèle à ma promesse,
Comme un frère je veux te chérir!
C'est elle, c'est la déesse
Qui vient en ce jour nous unir!
Oui, partageons le même sort,
Soyons unis jusqu'à la mort!

Okay got that? All together now....

Here it is again en anglais, the parts marked for Bryn Terfel and Andrea Bocelli:

BRYN
It was in the evening!
In the air cooled by a breeze,
The brahmanes with faces flooded with light,
Slowly called the crowd to prayer!

ANDREA
At the back of the holy temple,
decorated with flowers and gold,
A woman appears!
BRYN
A woman appears!
ANDREA
I can still see her!
BRYN
I can still see her!

ANDREA
The prostrate crowd
looks at her amazed
and murmurs under its breath:
look, this is the goddess
looming up in the shadow
and holding out her arms to us.

BRYN
Her veil parts slightly.
What a vision! What a dream!
The crowd is kneeling.

BRYN & ANDREA
Yes, it is she!
It is the goddess,
more charming and more beautiful.
Yes, it is she!
It is the goddess
who has come down among us.
Her veil has parted and the crowd is kneeling.

ANDREA
But through the crowd
she makes her way.

BRYN
Already her long veil
hides her face from us.

ANDREA
My eyes, alas!
Seek her in vain!

BRYN
She flees!

ANDREA
She flees!
But what is this strange flame
which is suddenly kindled in my soul!

BRYN
What unknown fire is destroying me?

ANDREA
Your hand pushes mine away!

BRYN
Your hand pushes mine away!

ANDREA
Love takes our hearts by storm
and turns us into enemies!

BRYN
No, let nothing part us!

ANDREA
No, nothing!

BRYN
Let nothing part us!

ANDREA
No, nothing!

BRYN
Let us swear to remain friends!
ANDREA
Let us swear to remain friends!
BRYN
Let us swear to remain friends!

BRYN & ANDREA
Oh yes, let us swear to remain friends!
Yes, it is her, the goddess,
who comes to unite us this day.
And, faithful to my promise,
I wish to cherish you like a brother!
It is her, the goddess,
who comes to unite us this day!
Yes, let us share the same fate,
let us be united until death!

Good morning, WA2K and fans.

dj, what a delightful array of "teenage" type songs, and Diane, thanks my dear friend for your gentle goodnight.

McTag, that was totally delicious. The words to that duet compliment the music that I was almost able to hear. Thanks, Brit, and I miss cycling. Isn't it frustrating when things don't fit as they should?

The background of The Pearl Fishers was quite interesting as it reflects the strong bonding of men even when a conflict of interests arises in the form of a woman. Rather like Walter's sirens and such. <smile>

Well, listeners. This is Sunday, and the day before our actual celebration of Independence Day.

When I get an eye opener, I'll be back with news and a song. Stay tuned, folks.

News item from the real estate world:




MIAMI - As home prices skyrocket, property taxes are also going up, especially in hot markets like Florida, California and the Northeast.



"Young families simply can't afford to live here. It's very difficult for police officers, firefighters, teachers and nurses," said Lori Parrish, the property appraiser in nearby Broward County, who has pushed for more property tax breaks.

Teri Vasarhelyi and her husband thought they would be able to afford a bigger house with more land two years ago when they left San Francisco, the most expensive home market in the country.

They figured they found a good deal in a two-bedroom house in the peaceful, leafy Coconut Grove area for $440,000 in March 2004. But the shock came when their first property tax bill came a few months later ?- more than $9,200 a year, nearly double what they paid in their old home.

"That's an awful lot of money, on top of your mortgage, to find that cash," said Vasarhelyi, 35, who's taking time off from her advertising career to raise their baby.

Many people are running into similar problems, a side effect of the real estate boom.

First-time home buyers are especially running into trouble as wages adjusted for inflation haven't kept pace with real estate prices, and elderly residents on fixed incomes who have lived in their homes for decades are also struggling to pay ever-increasing taxes.

The national average annual property tax collection was $971 per person in 2002-2003, up 18 percent from $822 five years earlier, according to the latest figures available from the Tax Foundation, a research organization in Washington. The median home price nationwide rose to $170,000 in 2003 from $128,400 in 1998, according to the National Association of Realtors.

The most expensive states for property taxes were in the Northeast, with New Jersey topping out at $1,872 per person in 2002-2003. The cheapest state was Alabama at $329 per person.

While rising property taxes in theory should slow down the real estate market, that hasn't happened for two key reasons: "The popular belief that real estate is the best investment and the American willingness to spend a remarkably high fraction of their disposable income on housing," said foundation spokesman Bill Ahern.

Governments are still sensitive to complaints from homeowners. At least 48 states have tried to give homeowners relief from rising property taxes, according to the National Conference of State Legislatures. The methods include tax freezes, restricting property taxes to a percentage of the home's market value and caps on how much a home's assessed value can increase. Many states are considering expanding property tax relief.

But local governments are also wary of cutting back on what they collect ?- they get more than 95 percent of all property taxes. Altogether, American businesses and home-owners paid $296.7 billion in property taxes in 2002-2003, up from $279.1 billion in 2001-2002, according to the latest data from the U.S. Census Bureau. Those numbers likely climbed even faster recently along with record-high home prices.

Property taxes pay for everything from schools and roads to police and fire departments. While they usually are collected by local governments, states generally write the laws that govern them.

"States are interested in keeping property taxes manageable at the same time they're balancing the delivery of public services demanded by citizens," said Bert Waisanen, fiscal analyst with the National Conference of State Legislatures.

Property tax relief varies widely from state to state, and even within them. A 2002 report by the legislative conference said that states are walking a tightrope to ensure that tax burdens are fair.

"(T)he relief provided to some may come at the expense of others," the report said.

California was a pioneer in easing the burden of property taxes. In 1978, voters there passed Proposition 13, which capped the increase in a home's taxable value at 2 percent a year until it is sold. It also limits a homeowners property tax to 1 percent of market value. Many other states followed with similar breaks, even though California's recurring budget crisis has been partly blamed on the initiative.

Forty-eight states also give home-owners a homestead exemption or credit, which allows them to deduct a certain amount from their home's taxable value.

But those rules aren't enough to keep taxes level.

It is also becoming more difficult for people to move because they usually lose out on property tax breaks when they do. For example, the previous owner of Vasarhelyi's house paid less because the increases in assessed values are capped in Florida at a maximum of 3 percent a year. But once the house is sold, that limit is lifted.

So what options do people have when the taxman comes calling?

"The biggest thing that any individual home-owner can do is to make sure that they aren't overassessed. The errors that take place in assessing properties are rampant," American Homeowners Association president Richard J. Roll said.

Some common errors are improper calculation of square footage and incorrect number of bathrooms or bedrooms, he said.

Only 2 percent of homeowners have challenged their assessment, but many more should because about 70 percent of those who do receive a reduction, Roll said.

"There are often tremendous disparities for no apparent reason," he said.

And for dj's "hometown"



Dear Hearts
and Gentle People

I love those dear hearts . . . an' gentle people,
Who live in my home town,
Because those dear hearts . . . an' gentle people,
Will never, ever, let you down!

They read the 'Good-Book' . . . from Fri 'till Monday,
That's how the weekend goes!
I've got a 'dream-house' . . . I'll build there one day,
With a picket-fence . . . an' ramblin' rose!

I feel so welcome . . . each time that I return,
That my happy heart keeps laughin' like a clown
I love those dear hearts . . . an' gentle people,
Who live an' love in my home town!

< instrumental break >

I love those people!

< instrumental break >

I love those dear hearts . . . an' gentle people,
Who live in my home town,
Because those dear hearts . . . an' gentle people,
Will never, ever let you down!

They read the 'Good-Book' . . . from Fri 'till Monday,
That's how the weekend goes!
I've got a 'dream-house' . . . I'll build there one day,
With a picket-fence . . . and a ramblin' rose!

< instrumental break >

I love the dear hearts . . . an' gentle people,
Who shout a friendly 'Hi' . . .
When they go passin' by . . .
Who live an' love in my home town!

< instrumental break >

Ah! These are my kinda people!

The Sound of Silence


Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.

"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.



- Paul Simon -
"Wednesday Morning 3A.M.", 1964

WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE
words and music by Pete Seeger
performed by Pete Seeger and Tao Rodriguez-Seeger


Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the flowers gone?
Girls have picked them every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the young girls gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the young girls gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the young girls gone?
Taken husbands every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the young men gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the young men gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the young men gone?
Gone for soldiers every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the soldiers gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the graveyards gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Covered with flowers every one
When will we ever learn?
When will we ever learn?

Ken Russell

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Henry Kenneth Alfred Russell, known as Ken Russell (born July 3, 1927) is a controversial British film director, particularly known for his films about famous composers.

He was born in Southampton, and served in both the RAF and the Merchant Navy before finding cinema after a brief affair with dancing and photography. In the late 1950s, his amateur films secured him a job at the BBC, where he worked regularly from 1959-1970 making arts documentaries for Monitor and Omnibus. Amongst his best known works from this period were Elgar (1962), The Debussy Film (1965), Isadora Duncan - The Biggest Dancer In The World (1967) and Song of Summer (1968). His television films became increasingly flamboyant and outrageous ?- The Debussy Film opens with a scene in which a woman is shot full of arrows (a reference to Debussy's The Martyrdom of St. Sebastian), while Dance of the Seven Veils (1970), a self-styled "comic strip in seven parts on the life of Richard Strauss", caused such outrage that questions were asked in the British Parliament and the Strauss family withdrew all music rights, effectively banning it from legal circulation. Although the majority of his BBC films were about musical subjects, he also tackled visual art, in the seminal film on British Pop Art, Pop Goes the Easel (1963) and a biopic of French painter Henri Rousseau, Always on Sunday (1965).

Russell's first feature film was a comedy, French Dressing, made in 1963, but its critical and commercial failure sent him back to the BBC. His second big-screen effort was part of the Harry Palmer spy cycle, Billion Dollar Brain (1967). His first truly personal feature film was 1969's Women in Love, based on the novel by D. H. Lawrence. The film made a star of Glenda Jackson and broke the cinema taboo of full frontal male nudity. More work in a similar vein followed, including The Music Lovers (1970), a biopic of Tchaikovsky which drew attention to his homosexuality, and The Devils, based on Aldous Huxley's book The Devils of Loudun, starring Vanessa Redgrave in a highly controversial role as a nun.

Russell's first attempt to break into America with the period musical/Twiggy vehicle The Boyfriend was a flop. Russell turned to European financing for Savage Messiah a biopic of artist Henri Gaudier-Brzeska and Mahler resulting in two of his better films. In 1975 Russell was gifted a hit with the star studded film version of The Who's Tommy that also allowed him to indulge his visual flair but his follow up Lizstomania designed as a vehicle for Roger Daltrey was a dud. The success of Tommy gave Russell another shot at Hollywood but the biopic Valentino saw Russell in Director for Hire mode. 1980's Altered States also saw Russell working from someone else's script but gave him some opportunity to engage with by now trademark religious and sexual imagery. Russell's last American film Crimes of Passion (1984) was probably his best work since The Devils contrasting the prostitute with the 'priest' and benefiting from two extraordinary performances from Kathleen Turner and Anthony Perkins.

Unable to comply with the conservatism of Hollywood Russell returned to Europe and mostly financed his remaining cinema projects himself. Gothic (1986) was a suitably hysterical treatment of Lord Byron. In 1988 he released two films: the dire Hammer spoof The Lair of the White Worm and the better Salome's Last Dance that reunited him with his Women in Love star Glenda Jackson. Russell returned to Lawrence for what so far has been his last personal project for the cinema, an adaptation of The Rainbow.

By the 1990s, Russell's work had attracted so much media attention that he was widely regarded as unemployable in cinema, and he is now largely reliant on his own finances to continue making films. Much of his work since 1990 has been commissioned for television and he has continued to work regularly with films for the South Bank Show but Russell's later work has suffered from a random use of nudity and casting himself in his films. Russell's best work results when he has a strong actors to push against (Women in Love, The Devils, Crimes of Passion).

He and his late ex-wife, Shirley, converted to Roman Catholicism together.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ken_Russell

And there's our Angel of the morning. <smile> Thank you, my dear, for those silent sounds and the disappearing flower songs.

Bob, once again you have enlightened our audience with a very interesting bio about a film maker. In the past, whenever I watched a movie, I never paid much attention to producers or directors, but current emphasis has changed all that. Thanks, Boston.

It promises to be a lovely day here today, and I really would love to take a walk on the beach, but I know that it will be awash with bodies, surfers, and sailors. I like lonely stretches at night, and you?

Walt Whitman - On the Beach at Night, Alone.

ON the beach at night alone,
As the old mother sways her to and fro, singing her husky song,
As I watch the bright stars shining?-I think a thought of the clef of the universes, and of
the future.

A VAST SIMILITUDE interlocks all,
All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets, comets, asteroids,
All the substances of the same, and all that is spiritual upon the same,
All distances of place, however wide,
All distances of time?-all inanimate forms,
All Souls?-all living bodies, though they be ever so different, or in different worlds,
All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes?-the fishes, the brutes,
All men and women?-me also;
All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages;
All identities that have existed, or may exist, on this globe, or any globe;
All lives and deaths?-all of the past, present, future;
This vast similitude spans them, and always has spann'd, and shall forever span them, and compactly hold them, and enclose them.

Good morning everybody. It's a beautiful day in PA. Hope you all are enjoying the same.
Just played my CD with the Pearl Fishers duet - Robert Merrill and Jussi Bjoerling - not a bad way to start the day.

And now, some July 3 B.D. celebrities:

1423 Louis XI king of France (1461-83) died 1483
1567 Samuel de Champlain explorer (Lake Champlain) died 1635
1738 John Singleton Copley, portrait painter (Boston, MA; died 1815)
1883 Franz Kafka, novelist/short-story writer (Prague, Austria-Hungary; died 1924)
1927 Ken Russell, director (Southampton, England) (Crimes of Passion, Tommy, Altered States)

1906 George Sanders St. Petersburg, Russia, actor , Married and divorced : Susan Larson (m. 1940, div. 1949) Zsa Zsa Gabor (m. 1949, div. 1954)( Benita Hume (actress, m. 1959, d. 1967) Magda Gabor (actress, m. 1970, div. 1971)
(The Saint; All About Eve-Academy Award 1950)
Died in 1972 (Sanders committed suicide by taking an overdose of sleeping pills, leaving behind a note that read, in part, "Dear World: I am leaving because I am bored.")

1913 Dorothy Kilgallen Chic Ill, columnist (What's My Line?) On November 8, 1965, Dorothy Kilgallen, was found dead in her apartment shortly after returning from Dallas where she had interviewed Jack Ruby and had conducted her own investigation of the JFK murder during several trips to cover the Ruby trial.
She had revealed secret transcripts of Ruby's testimony in her column. Kilgallen had met with Ruby. She had learned of a meeting three weeks before the assassination at Ruby's "Carousel", the Dallas underworld's merry-go-round where the "Big D" mobsters wheeled around.
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1925 Tony Curtis [Bernard Schwartz] Bronx NY, actor (Some Like it Hot, et al)
1930 Pete Fountain, jazz musician (New Orleans, LA)

1937 Tom Stoppard English playwright, b. Zlín, Czechoslovakia (now in the Czech Republic), as Tomas Straussler (Rosencrantz & Guildenstern-1968 Tony)

Stoppard quotes:
Eternity's a terrible thought. I mean, where's it all going to end?
It is better of course to know useless things than to know nothing.
It is better to be quotable than to be honest.
I think age is a very high price to pay for maturity.
Every exit is an entry somewhere else.

1947 Dave Barry, humorist (Armonk, NY)
1947 Betty Buckley, actress/singer (Fort Worth, TX) (B'Way, Tony for Cats (Grisabella); TV, Eight is Enough; Tender Mercies
1956 Montel Williams, TV personality (Baltimore, MD)
1957 Laura Branigan, singer (Brewster, NY)
1962 Tom Cruise, actor (Syracuse, NY)
1963 Taylor Dayne, singer (Long Island, NY)



Betty Buckley