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Listeners, come down to the corner and put a dime into the Glenn Miller Jukebox. Some of our nighttime favourites are there ...

Deep Purple
Stardust
Evening Serenade
Moonlight Serenade
Jukebox Saturday Night
Starlit Hour

http://swingera.net/CRmiller1/song23.htm

English Verbs are a Fright     
(Handed in by Martina Rowley, Toronto, Canada)

The verbs in English are a fright.
How can we learn to read and write?
Today we speak, but first we spoke;
Some faucets leak, but never loke.
Today we write, but first we wrote;
We bite our tongues, but never bote.

Each day I teach, for years I taught,
And preachers preach, but never praught.
This tale I tell; this tale I told;
I smell the flowers, but never smold.

I knights still slay, as once they slew,
Then do we play, as once we plew?
If I still do as once I did,
Then do cows moo, as they once mid?

I love to win, and games I've won;
I seldom sin, and never son.
I hate to lose, and games I lost;
I didn't choose, and never chost.

I love to sing, and songs I sang;
I fling a ball, but never flang.
I strike a ball, that ball I struck;
This poem I like, but never luck.

I take a break, a break I took;
I bake a cake, but never book.
I eat that cake, that cake I ate;
I beat an egg, but never bate.

I often swimm, as I once swam;
I skim some milk, but never skam.
I fly a kite that I once flew;
I tie a knot, but never tew.

I see the truth, the truth I saw;
I flee from falsehood, never flaw.
I stand for truth, as I once stood;
I land a fish, but never lood.

About these verbs I sit and think.
These verbs don't fit. They seem to wink
At me, who sat for years of thought
Of verbs that never fat or wought.

Twilight Time
The Platters

Heavenly shades of night are falling, it's twilight time
Out of the mist your voice is calling, 'tis twilight time
When purple-colored curtains mark the end of day
I'll hear you, my dear, at twilight time

Deepening shadows gather splendor as day is done
Fingers of night will soon surrender the setting sun
I count the moments darling till you're here with me
Together at last at twilight time

Here, in the afterglow of day, we keep our rendezvous beneath the blue
And, in the same and sweet old way I fall in love again as I did then

Deep in the dark your kiss will thrill me like days of old
Lighting the spark of love that fills me with dreams untold
Each day I pray for evening just to be with you
Together at last at twilight time

Here, in the afterglow of day, we keep our rendezvous beneath the blue
And, in the same and sweet old way I fall in love again as I did then

Deep in the dark your kiss will thrill me like days of old
Lighting the spark of love that fills me with dreams untold
Each day I pray for evening just to be with you
Together at last at twilight time
Together at last at twilight time

Ah, I love all the music, but I must hie me to a beddery.

Love you all, and I'll see you tomorrow.

(C) He came down through (G) fields of green
On the (F) summer side of (C) life
(G) His (F) love was (C) ripe
There were no il(G)lusions
On the (F) summer side of (C) life
(G) Only (F) tender(C)ness

(E7sus) And (E7) if you (Am) saw (C/G) him (F) now
(E7sus) You'd (E7) wonder (Am) why (C/G) (F) he would cry
The whole day (C) long (Fmaj7) (C) (Fmaj7)

There were young girls everywhere
On the summer side of life
They talked all night
To the young men that they knew
On the summer side of life
Going off to fight

And if you saw them now
You'd wonder why they would cry
The whole day long

He came down through fields of green
On the summer side of life
He prayed all night
Then he walked into a house
Where love had been misplaced
His chance to waste

And if you saw him now
You'd wonder why he would cry
The whole day long


Gordon Lightfoot

with Canada Day and the Fourth of July, summer starts in my head



(C) Where the road runs down by the (G) butternut grove
To (C) old Bill Skinner's (F) stream
(C) Do tell at the (F) noonday bell
It's (G) time for a summertime (C) dream
In a lunch pail town in a (G) one horse way
You can (C) live like a king and (F) queen
Let's (C) steal away in the (F) noonday sun
It's (G) time for a summertime (C) dream

(Am) Birds in all creation will be (C) twittering in the trees
And (Am) down below's a pond I know
You can (C) swim in it if you (Gsus4) please (G)

And if you come 'round when the mill shuts down
You can see what chivalry means
Let's steal away in the noonday sun
It's time for a summertime dream

On a trip on down to wonderland, in love among the flowers
Where time gets lost with no straw boss, tallying up the hours

Where the road runs down by the butternut grove
To old Bill Skinner's stream
Do tell at the noonday bell
It's time for a summertime dream

Birds in all creation will be twittering in the trees
And down below's a pond I know, you can swim in it if you please

And if you come 'round when the mill shuts down
You can see what chivalry means
Let's steal away in the noonday sun
It's time for a summertime dream




Gordon Lightfoot

A good 4th of July song


Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden while the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain
Dissolved into the bells of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsaked
Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stake
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
An' the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted situations
Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute
Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an' cheated by pursuit
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look
Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse
An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.



Copyright © 1964; renewed 1992 Special Rider

Happy 4th of July

Summer Celebrations

We line the curbs of Main Street
To cheer a proud parade
Of reds, whites, and blues,
So brilliantly displayed.

Brass-buttoned bands
March through sun and shade,
While we trick the heat
With snowcones and lemonade.

Afterwards we gather
To picnic in the park,
Play croquet and softball,
Till finally it's dark.

At last comes the time
We've all been waiting for,
Sparklers, whistling pinwheels,
Volcanoes, and much more.

Then, * Boom * Crackle * Bang *
Colors burst the sky!
What fun it is to celebrate
The Fourth of July!

~Paige Taylor~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Concord Hymn

Sung at the completion of the battle monument on April 19, 1836

By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood,
And fired the shot heard round the world.

The foe long since in silence slept;
Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;
And Time the ruined bridge has swept
Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.

On this green bank, by this soft stream,
We set today a votive stone;
That memory may their deed redeem,
When, like our sires, our sons are gone.

Spirit that made those heroes dare
To die, and leave their children free,
Bid Time and Nature gently spare
The shaft we raise to them and thee.

~Ralph Waldo Emerson~

Most important at this time is to remember those we have lost, those we may lose, and hope that our present young don't step into their shoes. And lets not forget many of our veterans who are ill, and homeless.

He went where others feared to go,
and did what others failed to do.
He cried, pained and hoped--
but most of all he lived times--
never to be forgotten.
~Author Unknown~



With these Red Roses that symbolize Blood, and Love, I remember them.



Candle credit to: http://westwood.fortunecity.com/sander/604/smallcandleani.gif

With this lighted Candle, the light of hope is in my heart for the safe return of our men, and women from war.

Thanks, Angelique, for the Canadian verbs poem.

Artful. I will use that to send to others. Very good.

Welcome,

More music now please, ladies, gentlemen continue.

I'm a little tipsy here, half finished a bottle of Fox Brook, White Zinfandel, and will finish it tonight here with you. For tomorrow I stuffed my face with my family, won't be here till late evening, and I will be blasted, stuffed, and too tired to participate.

Stephen Foster
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Stephen Collins Foster (July 4, 1826 - January 13, 1864) was the pre-eminent songwriter in the United States of his era. Many of his songs, such as "Oh! Susanna," "Camptown Races" and "Beautiful Dreamer," are still popular over 150 years after their composition.

Foster was born in Lawrenceville, a small town which later became a neighborhood of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and grew up as the youngest of ten children in a relatively well-off family. His education included a month at college, but little formal music training. Despite this, he had published several songs before he was twenty years old (his first, "Open Thy Lattice Love," appeared when he was eighteen).

In 1846 he moved to Cincinnati, Ohio and became a bookkeeper with his brother's steamship company. While living in Cincinnati, Foster had his first hit songs, including "Oh! Susanna," which was to serve as the anthem of the California gold rush in 1848/9. Foster also achieved popularity with several songs published in his compilation Songs of the Sable Harmonists (1848). In 1849 he published Foster's Ethiopian Melodies, which included the hit song "Nelly Was A Lady", made famous by the Christy Minstrels.

That year he returned to Pennsylvania and formed a contract with the Christy Minstrels, beginning the period in which most of his best-known songs were written: "Camptown Races" (1850), "Nelly Bly" (1850), "Old Folks at Home" ("Swanee River", 1851), "My Old Kentucky Home" (1853), "Old Dog Tray" (1853), "Hard Times Come Again No More" (1854), "Jeannie With the Light Brown Hair" (1854), and "Beautiful Dreamer" (1862). Foster moved to New York City in 1860.

Many of Foster's songs were in the minstrel show tradition popular at the time. However, rather than simply caricaturing African-Americans, they show an empathy for the sufferings of the slave rare in works for the mainstream white audience of the time. He was the first white composer to portray blacks as loving husbands and wives. This won Foster praise from Frederick Douglass, among others. It is also worth noting that, although his songs largely dealt with life in the South, Foster himself had little firsthand experience there, only having visited New Orleans in 1852 on his honeymoon.

Foster tried to make a living as a professional songwriter, and may be considered a pioneer in this respect, since this field of endeavor did not yet exist in the modern sense. Consequently, due in part to the poor provisions for music copyright and composer royalties at the time, Foster saw very little of the profits which his works generated for sheet music printers. Multiple publishers often printed their own competing editions of Foster's tunes, paying Foster nothing. Beginning in 1862 his musical fortunes began to decline, and as they did so did the quality of his new songs, at least in the perception of the contemporary public; this may well have been a result of his teaming with George Cooper, who took over the writing of lyrics for many of Foster's tunes. The wartime economy was also detrimental to his publishing efforts.

Stephen Foster died impoverished while living at the North American Hotel at 30 Bowery on the Lower East Side of Manhattan (possessing exactly 38 cents) at the age of 37. He is buried in the Allegheny Cemetery in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

The story of Stephen Foster's life is recalled in Stephen Foster, The Musical (formerly The Stephen Foster Story), a long-running seasonal stage show produced at My Old Kentucky Home State Park in Bardstown, Kentucky.

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

Beautiful Dreamer
Words & Music By Stephen Foster

Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world, heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea
Mermaids are chanting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.
Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

Good morning, WA2K audience.

We here in the studios have been privileged to listen to a variety of music and background on our little station, and I would like to acknowledge all of those who so diligently keep us informed and entertained.

dj and his fascination collection of music for everyone.
ehBeth for that great site of oldies which shall remain favorites forever, especially Stardust by Hoagy Carmichael. Actually the verse to that song in the most beautiful part.

I second McTag in Angelique's quaint verb song and would also like to salute her for the festive pictures that depict America's celebration.

Angel, I hope the sun didn't catch you with a hangover. <smile>

Believe it, listeners, there were only a few pops and crackles in my neighborhood last night. Tonight? well, that remains to be seen.

Bob, we all appreciate your thorough background on Stephen Foster. and after coffee, I want to cover the details carefully.

Good Morning all.
Well, I just goofed and lost my post. Anyway, I said Bob surprised me again with his bio choice. I would have placed my bet on George M. Cohan , but I'm glad he picked a local boy. Beautiful Dreamer was my favorite Foster song.

Here's an incomplete list of July 4 birthdays. I lost the others from another source when researching the dates when they died. So, we really don't want to talk about when they died anyway, do we?

1804 Nathaniel Hawthorne, novelist/short-story writer (Salem, MA; died 1864) the Scarlet Letter, House of the Seven Gables, et al
1807 Giuseppe Garibaldi, Italian patriot/military leader (Italy; died 1882)
1826 Stephen Foster, songwriter (Lawrenceville, PA; died 1864)
1872 Calvin Coolidge, 30th president of the United States (Plymouth, VT; died 1933)
1878 George M. Cohan, composer/entertainer/producer (Providence, RI; died 1942)

I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy
A Yankee Doodle, do or die
A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam
Born on the Fourth 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
I am the Yankee Doodle Boy


1910 Gloria Stuart, actress (Santa Monica, CA)
Stuart was signed to a contract by Universal Studios in 1932. She was also selected as one of the thirteen WAMPAS Baby Stars of 1932. As a glamorous blonde, she was quickly cast in a variety of films and became a favourite of director James Whale, appearing in his The Old Dark House (1932), The Invisible Man (1933) and The Kiss Before the Mirror (1933). Her career with Universal Studios failed to gain momentum and she moved to 20th Century Fox. By the end of the decade she had starred in more than forty films, including Roman Scandals (1933) and Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm (1938) but had not become a major star. She made a few films during the 1940s but had become more interested in working with the Screen Actors Guild, and in developing her talents as a painter. As an artist she became well respected with her work being exhibited throughout the USA and Europe. After a thirty year break from acting, she appeared in the 1975 television movie The Legend of Lizzie Borden and over the next few years appeared regularly on television. She made her first cinema appearance in almost forty years when she appeared in My Favourite Year in 1982.

In old age, she achieved a level of celebrity she had never experienced during her years as a Hollywood contract player, when cast in Titanic (1997). As the 101-year-old Rose DeWitt Bukater she received a Best Supporting Actress Academy Award nomination, becoming the oldest person to receive an acting nomination.

1918 Ann Landers,(Esther Lederer) advice columnist (Sioux City, IA) died 2002

1924 Eva Marie Saint, actress (Newark, NJ) (Exodus, On the Waterfront, North By Northwest)

1927 Gina Lollobrigida, actress (Subiaco, Italy)

1927 Neil Simon, playwright (New York, NY) (Brighton Beach Memoirs, Lost in Yonkers, The Odd Couple, Barefoot in the Park and more great ones

1929 Al Davis, football executive (Brockton, MA)
1930 George Steinbrenner, NY Yankees owner (Rocky River, OH)
1943 Geraldo Rivera, TV personality/journalist (New York, NY)

Good morning, Raggedy, and once again we are in your debt for continuing to keep us informed about the glitter dome.

I have always appreciated Nathaniel Hawthorne because of his very vivid reminders about the dangers of theocracy among other warnings.

Another personage that I admire is Cal Coolidge. His laconic remarks always gave me, not only a smile, but an appreciation of his tenure in the white house.

msolga and McTag have threads going in our vast audience concerning the American Revolution, and it's always informative to see what other countries have to say about our young nation.

Yes, folks. Beautiful Dreamer is an old favorite among many, as is George Cohan.

Thought for the day:



For this is Wisdom; to love, to live
To take what fate, or the Gods may give.
To ask no question, to make no prayer,
To kiss the lips and caress the hair,
Speed passion's ebb as you greet its flow
To have, - to hold - and - in time, - let go!
- - - -Laurence Hope

Well I'm a-gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler
About workin' all summer just to try an' earn a dollar
Everytime I call my baby, to try to get a date
My boss says, no dice, son, you gotta work late
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

Well my mom 'n' papa told me, son, you gotta make some money
If you wanna use the car to go ridin' next sunday
Well I didn't go to work, told the boss I was sick
Now you can't use the car 'cause you didn't work a lick
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

I'm gonna take two weeks, gonna have a vacation
I'm gonna take my problem to the united nation
Well I called my congressman and he said quote
I'd like to help you son, but you're too young to vote
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

Well I'm a-gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler
About workin' all summer just to try an' earn a dollar
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

Yeah, sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
No there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

Summertime blues, huh. Well, dys, today has more to do with a combination, right?

For example, listeners. Those who are careless on the beach will have red on white and then they will be singing the blues that even aloe can't save.

Ah, come on. Let's do a little more Cohan:




Lyrics and Music by George M. Cohan (1904)
Did you ever see two Yankees part upon a foreign shore?
When the good ship's just about to start for Old New York once more?
With tear dimmed eye, they say goodbye
They're friends, without a doubt;
When the man on the pier shouts, "Let them clear!"
As the ship strikes out.

Give my regards to Broadway!
Remember me to Herald Square!
Tell all the gang at Forty Second Street
That I will soon be there!
Whisper of how I'm yearning
To mingle with the old time throng!
Give my regards to Old Broadway
And say that I'll be there, 'ere long!

Give my regards to Broadway!
Remember me to Herald Square!
Tell all the gang at Forty Second Street
That I will soon be there!
Whisper of how I'm yearning
To mingle with the old time throng!
Give my regards to Old Broadway
And say that I'll be there, 'ere long!

In the summertime when all the trees and leaves are green
And the redbird sings, I'll be blue
'cause you don't want my love

Some other time, that's whatcha say when I want you
Then you laugh at me and make me cry
'cause you don't want my love

You don't seem to care a thing about me
You'd rather live without me
Than to have my arms around you
When the nights are cold and you're so all alone (all alone)

In the summertime when all the trees and leaves are green
And the redbird sings, I'll be blue
'cause you don't want my love

Once upon a time you used to smile and wave to me
And walk with me but now you don't
'cause you don't want my love

Some other guy is takin' up all your time
Now ya don't have any time for me
'cause you don't want my love

You don't seem to care a thing about me
You'd rather live without me
Than to have my arms around you
When the nights are cold and you're so all alone (all alone)

In the summertime when all the trees and leaves are green
And the redbird sings, I'll be blue
'cause you don't want my love

In the summertime when all the trees and leaves are green
And the redbird sings, I'll be blue
'cause you don't want my love

(in summertime, in summertime when all the leaves are green)
In the summertime, I'll be blue all the time
'cause you don't want my love