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Here's her tribute to Nat Cole:

I have a feeling, it's a feeling,
I'm concealing, I don't know why
It's just a mental, sentimental alibi

But I adore you
So strong for you
Why go on stalling
I am falling
Our love is calling
Why be shy?

Let's fall in love
Why shouldn't we fall in love?
Our hearts are made of it
Let's take a chance
Why be afraid of it

Let's close our eyes and make our own paradise
Little we know of it, still we can try
To make a go of it

We might have an end for each other
To be or not be
Let our hearts discover

Let's fall in love
Why shouldn't we fall in love
Now is the time for it, while we are young
Let's fall in love

We might have and end for each other
To be or not be
Let our hearts discover

Let's fall in love
Why shouldn't we fall in love?
Now is the time for it, while we are young
Let's fall in love

Hey, Eva. Guess we better do one for Francis:





Once in love with Francis, always in love with Francis.
Ever and ever fascinated by him, sets your heart afire to stay.

Once you're kissed by Francis. tear up your list it's Francis.
Ply him with bonbons, poetry, and flowers, moon a million hours away.

You might be quite the fickle-hearted rover so carefree and bold
Who loves a girl and later thinks it over and just quits cold.

But once in love with Francis. always in love with Francis.
Ever and ever sweetly you'll romance him. trouble is the answer will be
That Francis would rather stay in love with me.

How's that, Paris?

I love it, Letty! I think Francis will, too. Everytime I see his avatar now, I think of his beautiful garden. So here's another oldie recorded by Diana Krall, just for him. For sharing his garden with us.


'Twas just a garden in the rain
Close to a little leafy lane
A touch of color 'neath skies of gray
The raindrops kissed the flower beds
The blossoms raised their leafy heads
A perfumed thank you
they seemed to say

Surely here was charm beyond
compare to view
Maybe it was just that
I was there with you

'Twas just a garden in the rain
But then the sun came out again
And sent us happily on our way

Diana Krall
Holds you in thrall
Pins you to the wall
Makes your troubles seem small
You'll have a ball
With Diana Krall
That's all

Perfect, Eva. and McTag just slipped in. What shall we do for him? We'll simply pick up his last line and.................



Artist: Kevin Spacey Lyrics
Song: That's All Lyrics

I can only give ya love that lasts forever
And the promise to be near each time you call
And the only heart I own
For you and you alone
That's all that's all.

I can only give you country walks in springtime
And a hand to hold when leaves begin to fall
And a love who's burnin' light
Will warm the winter night.
That's all that's all.

There are those I am sure who have told you
They would give you the world for a toy
All I have are these arms to enfold you
And a love time can never destroy.

If you're wonderin' what I'm askin' in return, dear
You'll be glad to know that my demands are small
Say it's me that you'll adore
For now and evermore
That's all aˆ¦ that's all.

Scat singing

There are those I am sure who have told you
They would give you the world for a toy
All I have are these arms to enfold you
And a love time can never destroy.

If you're wonderin' what I'm askin' in return, dear
You'll be glad to know that my demands are small
Say it's me that you'll adore
Yeah it's me that you'll adore
For now and evermore
That's all.

Well, Francis left. He's shy, you know.

You ladies know how to speak to Francis...

<smile> Now McTag has fled.

Question for today:

what is the etymology of SNOB?

Oh here is the Francis fan club and I have to draw a number - 198 it is. By the time, it will be my turn, I'm practically
on my death bed.

I like the Nat Cole song a lot Miss Letty, very appropriate.

Ah, CJ. You're just hoppin' on the band wagon 'cause your birthday is Bastile Day.

Yes, Nat Cole has been mimed by many, honey.

No Letty, mine is two days prior to, but if you're all jumping
on the band wagon, then maybe there is more to Francis
than just his left ear

oops, sorry Jane. Nevertheless, all. Walter's pictures of our own C.J. were lovely, but we're glad you are back in San Francisco.

Now a song for Calamity:(and if it's San Diego. I'll leave)







I LEFT MY HEART IN SAN FRANCISCO (Tony Bennett)

The loveliness of Paris
Seems somehow sadly gay
The glory that was Rome
Is of another day
I've been terribly alone
And forgotten in Manhattan
I'm going home to my city by the bay.

I left my heart in San Francisco
High on a hill, it calls to me.
To be where little cable cars
Climb halfway to the stars!
The morning fog may chill the air
I don't care!
My love waits there in San Francisco
Above the blue and windy sea
When I come home to you, San Francisco,
Your golden sun will shine for me!

Hey gal, just substitute where necessary. <smile>

I have, I have Miss Letty
and thank you for your kind words.

Ahem. I guess we better get serious around here, listeners, or our audience will think that we have had too much bubbly:



Bush Falls Off Bike in Scotland 43 minutes ago



GLENEAGLES, Scotland - President Bush collided with a local police officer and fell during a bike ride on the grounds of the Gleneagles golf resort while attending a meeting of world leaders Wednesday.


Bush suffered scrapes on his hands and arms that required bandages by the White House physician, said White House spokesman Scott McClellan.

The police officer was taken to a local hospital as a precaution, McClellan said. Police said the officer suffered a "very minor" ankle injury.

It was raining lightly at the time.

The officer was on a security detail. He is a member of the police department of Strathclyde, a nearby town, McClellan said.

The president was concerned about the officer's condition, and talked with him for some time after the collision, McClellan said. The president also asked White House physician Richard Tubb to monitor the officer's condition at the hospital.

The fall did not affect the president's schedule. Dressed in a tuxedo, he attended a dinner hosted by Queen Elizabeth at the annual Group of Eight economic summit. He showed no signs of distress.

and that ties in perfectly with Lance Armstrong in Tour de France

Scottish police can be incredibly thick- though ones allowed near the hotel in Gleneagles should have been specially selected, and alert....

I suppose that officer should be thankful he wasn't shot by a Secret Service agent.

Mr Bush may have been unaware that in this country we drive on the left, however.

I know nothing of the police people in Scotland, but I do know that Bush can be rather Klutzy, McTag.

Frankly, folks. I am a wee bit concerned about Dennis. Know who he is?

Dennis is a hurricane. Surprised listeners?

My goodnight song to everyone:


Moon of Manakoora - Words by Frank Loesser, Music by Alfred Newman



The moon of Manakoora filled the night
With magic polynesian charms
The moon of Manakoora came in sight
And brought you to my eager arms




The moon of Manakoora soon will rise again
Above the island shore
Then I'll behold it in your dusky eyes
And you'll be in arms once more

From Letty with love and a care for bear.

Angie
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

Angie, Angie, when will those clouds all disappear?
Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here?
With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats
You can't say we're satisfied
But Angie, Angie, you can't say we never tried
Angie, you're beautiful, but ain't it time we said good-bye?
Angie, I still love you, remember all those nights we cried?
All the dreams we held so close seemed to all go up in smoke
Let me whisper in your ear:
Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here?

Oh, Angie, don't you weep, all your kisses still taste sweet
I hate that sadness in your eyes
But Angie, Angie, ain't it time we said good-bye?
With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats
You can't say we're satisfied
But Angie, I still love you, baby
Ev'rywhere I look I see your eyes
There ain't a woman that comes close to you
Come on Baby, dry your eyes
But Angie, Angie, ain't it good to be alive?
Angie, Angie, they can't say we never tried

Dead Flowers
The Rolling Stones

Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
Talkin' to some rich folk that you know
Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged company
Well, you know I could never be alone

Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave

Well when you're sitting back in your rose pink Cadillac
Making bets on Kentucky Derby Day
Ah, I'll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon
And another girl to take my pain away

Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave

Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the U.S. Mail
Say it with dead flowers in my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
No, I won't forget to put roses on your grave

You aint going nowhere
(Byrds)

Clouds so swift,
the rain won´t lift
The gate won´t close,
the railings froze
Get your mind off wintertime
You ain´t goin´ nowhere.
Whooee! Ride me high,
tomorrow´s the day
my bride´s gonna come.
Oh oh, are we gonna fly
down in the easy chair.
I don´t care
how many letters they send,
the morning came,
the morning went.
Pack up your money,
pick up your tent,
You ain´t goin´ nowhere.
Whooee! Ride me high,
tomorrow´s the day
my bride´s gonna come.
Oh oh, are we gonna fly
down in the easy chair.
Buy me a flute
and a gun that shoots,
tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself
to the tree with roots.
You ain´t goin´ nowhere.
Whooee! Ride me high,
tomorrow´s the day
my bride´s gonna come.
Oh oh, are we gonna fly
down in the easy chair.
Now Genghis Kahn
he could not keep,
All his kings
supplied with sleep,
We´ll climb that hill
no matter how steep,
When we get up to it.
Whooee! Ride me high,
tomorrow´s the day
my bride´s gonna come.
Oh oh, are we gonna fly
down in the easy chair.
Whooee! Ride me high,
tomorrow´s the day
my bride´s gonna come.
Oh oh, are we gonna fly
down in the easy chair.
Whooee! Ride me high,
tomorrow´s the day
my bride´s gonna come.
Oh oh, are we gonna fly
down in the easy chair.
Whooee! Ride me high,
tomorrow´s the day
my bride´s gonna come.
Oh oh, are we gonna fly
down in the easy chair.