wishing you all a good sunday - and happy birthday to : Donna Fargo
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Donna Fargo (born Yvonne Vaughan, November 10, 1945, Mount Airy - I sure know Mount Airy - , North Carolina) is an American country singer-songwriter, who is best known for a series of Top 10 country hits in the 1970s. These include "The Happiest Girl In the Whole USA" and "Funny Face," which both became crossover pop hits in 1972.[3]
Fargo has won major awards since her debut in the late 1960s, including one Grammy Award, five awards from the Academy of Country Music and one award from the Country Music Association.
François Couperin (French: [fʁɑ̃swa kupʁɛ̃]; 10 November 1668 – 11 September 1733) was a French Baroque composer, organist and harpsichordist. He was known as Couperin le Grand ("Couperin the Great") to distinguish him from other members of the musically talented Couperin family.
( some fine music for a sunday )
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Sun 10 Nov, 2013 09:25 am
Happy SUNday, to all out contributors and listeners. Wish I could acknowledge each one, but there are too many. Please remember, y'all, that we don't post we play on our radio.
It is my understanding that bumping means to go to a new page of our transcript.
First, a great song by Bach from which Procol Harum created A Whiter Shad of Pale.
Yes, too many to acknowledge each one. I have a pretty good collection of William Blake's poems, letty. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZKdrnTTDTqo
Here is a fantastic musician at work
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Letty
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Sun 10 Nov, 2013 10:14 am
I would like to thank you all for the personal acknowledgement.
edgar, Thanks you for the comment on William Bake. That mixture of melodies by Slim Gailland was fantastic. What a great musician, Texas.
Now, our poem for the day.
Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
In the forest of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And What shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
William Blake
My older sister thought it was just a poem about a tiger and a lamb
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