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Nothing says lovin' like something from the oven and Pillsbury says it best...

Well, Francis, how did you know that? and do you know the doughboy personally? Which leads us into another song:

Johnny Doughboy Found A Rose In Ireland



John-ny Dough-boy sailed a-way,
And it was his luck-y day,
E-ven though the skies were gray a - bove,______

On that isle a - cross the sea,
John-ny's mak-ing his-to-ry
With his Yan-kee doo-dle arms of love.____

Refrain
John-ny Dough-boy found a rose in Ire - land,___
Sure the fair-est flow'r that Er-in ev-er grew,___
Oh the Blar-ney in her talk,
Took him back to old New York,
Where his moth-er spoke the sweet-est blar-ney too.___

John-ny Dough-boy found a rose in Ire - land,____
And she stole his heart with smil - in' eyes of blue,____
He said "Dar - lin' 'tis my du-ty,
To make an A-mer - i - can beau-ty,
Of a sweet Ir - ish rose like you."
WW II, 1942
Words and Music by Al Goodhart and Kay Twomey

Hey, Walter. Thanks for the picture. Somehow the doughboy reminds me of the marshmallow man. <smile>

lol i always think of the mitchelen tire man when i see it

Ah, folks. We got a smile out of our Seed. Now that was worth the commercial.

News item:


Report: All Bombers Died in London Attacks
AP - 20 minutes ago
LONDON - Police believe all four bombers who attacked trains and a bus in London died in the attacks, Sky News reported Tuesday, citing unidentified police sources. Detectives believe that all four were British citizens, Sky News said. Several news reports said police had concluded that the bomber who blasted a London bus was believed to be among the 13 dead in that incident. Metropolitan Police refused to comment on the reports.

Follwed by a bit of levity from our bermbits:

There were two old men sitting on a park bench passing the day away
talking.
One old man asked the other, "How is your wife?"
The second old guy replied, "I think she may be dead!"
The first man asked, "What do you mean you THINK she is dead?"
The second explained, "Well...the sex is the same but the dishes are starting to pile up."

Landslide

fleetwood mac

i took my love, i took it down
climbed a mountain and i turned around
and i saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
'til the landslide brought it down

oh, mirror in the sky
-what is love?
-can the child within my heart rise above?
-can i sail thru the changin' ocean tides?
-can i handle the seasons of my life?
i don't know.....

well, i've been afraid of changin'
'cause i've built my life around you
but time makes you bolder
even children get older
and i'm getting older too

oh, take my love, take it down
climb a mountain and turn around
-and if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
well the landslide will bring it down

-and if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
well the landslide will bring it down
the landslide will bring it down

Well, hello again, Bob of Boston. Did bermbits' cat get your tongue? I do miss your monologues, my friend. Great song, incidentally, especially the line "...oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?...."

Strange the things that we find that we are not looking for.

For example the following song by Eric Bogle:

Well, how'd you do, Private Willie McBride,
D'you mind if I sit down down here by your graveside?
I'll rest for awhile in the warm summer sun,
Been walking all day, Lord, and I'm nearly done.
I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916,
I hope you died quick and I hope you died "clean,"
Or, Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?
CHORUS:
Did they beat the drum slowly, did they sound the fife lowly?
Did the rifles fire o'er ye as they lowered ye down?
Did the bugles sing "The Last Post" in chorus?
Did the pipes play the "Floors1 O' The Forest"?
And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined?
And, though you died back in 1916,
To that loyal heart are you forever nineteen?
Or are you a stranger, without even a name,
Forever enshrined behind some glass pane,
In an old photograph, torn and tattered and stained,
And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame?
Well, the sun's shining down on these green fields of France;
The warm wind blows gently, the red poppies dance.
The trenches have vanished long under the plow;
No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now.
But here in this graveyard it's still No Man's Land;
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man.
And a whole generation who were butchered and damned.

And I can't help but wonder now, Willie McBride,
Do all those who lie here know why they died?
Did you really believe them when they told you "the cause?"
Did you really believe that this war would end wars?
Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame,
The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain,
For Willie McBride, it's all happened again,
And again, and again, and again, and again.

Has that been played before? It could be played again, and again, and again.







Pronounced "flures" (="flowers").

Speaking of "again", folks. Tropical storm Emily is on the way. I don't trust those women:

http://www.nhc.noaa.gov/refresh/graphics_at5+shtml/144629.shtml?prob

Talking about pillsbury, I have the set below in my kitchen. I just love them. My mother gave them to me when I was sick once.



I also have the raising doll

Earlier today Neruda's poetry spoke of rain, and it reminded me of this poem.



Anna Baladian
Is a Russian poet, and I sure would like to know more about her. I can't find anything on her on the net. If anybody knows anything about her please share the information.

Magic Spell of Rain

I love the rain, I passionately love the rain,
the mad rains and the gentle rains
the chaste rains and the rains like unbridled women,
refreshing rains and endless boring rains.
I love the rain, I passionately love the rain.
I like to wallow in its tall white grass,
I like to break its threads and walk with them
in my teeth
so that men watching me grow dizzy.
I know it isn't so nice to say,
I am the most beautiful
woman on earth,
it isn't nice and maybe it isn't even true,
but allow me, when it rains,
only when it rains,
to say the magic words,
I am the most beautiful
woman on earth,
the most beautiful because it is raining,
and the fringes of rain in my hair become me.
I am the most beautiful woman because
the wind blows
and my dress desperately struggles to hide my knees.
I am the most beautiful woman because you
are far away, and I am waiting for you,
and you know I am waiting.
I am the most beautiful woman because I know
how to wait,
and still I wait.
There's an intense scent of love in the air.
People passing by sniff the rain to catch its traces.
In such a rain, one can fall in love in an instant.
All those who pass by are in love
and I am waiting for you.
I love the rain, I passionately love the rain,
the mad rains and the gentle rains
the chaste rains and the rains like unbridled women.

Ah, Angel. Those are cute little dolls, but what is a raising doll? and that poem illustrated with the picture is beautiful, but you'll forgive me if I don't share Anna's rain enthusiasm at the moment.

However, listeners. I did find an interesting song related to raising cane:

Down in the Cane Break

Down in the cane break close by the mill,
There lived a black gal. Her name was Nancy Dill.
I told her that I loved her. I loved her very long.
And when I serenade her, this will be my song:

CHO: Come, my love, come. My boat lies low.
She lies high and dry on the Ohio.
Come, my love, come. Won't you come along with me,
And I'll take you down to Tennessee.

Down in the cane break, there's where I'll go,
Down where the yella moon is hangin' mighty low,
I know that she'll be waitin' beside the cabin door,
And she'll be mighty happy when I tell her once more,

Down in the cane break some happy day,
You'll hear the weddin' bells a-ringin' mighty gay,
There's goin' to be a cabin and in the trundle bed,
There'll be a little baby and all because I said,

Down in the cane break there's where I'll stay,
'Long side of Nancy dill till we are laid away,
And when we get to heaven and peter lets us in,
I'll start my wings a-flappin' and sing to her again,

[Several versions exist. Sometimes called "Nancy Till,"
"Nancy Gill," "Come Love Come." FM]

(Jumping into the middle is hard, so if this has been posted, accept my humble apologies)

Speaking of rain, Harry Chapin offers the following:

"It Seems You Only Love Me When It Rains"

Just after I screamed at you--
What the hell is it all about
You spilled your coffee
Onto my sleeve
And you said
Don't expect the tears
To come from me babe
For I've already grieved
But that's when you let me
Back into your dream
And I know you're frightened
By my laughter
But you're not afraid
To hold my pain
You see I'm never sure
Just what you're after, Babe
But it seems you only love me
When it rains
You never treat me
Like you treat a gentle man
You only hit me
When you know it hurts
But then why bother reaching down
To where I'm battered
To raise me up
From the dirt
But that's when you let me
Back into your dream
And I know you're frightened
By my laughter
But you're not afraid
To hold my pain
You see I'm never sure
Just what you're after, Babe
But it seems you only love me
When it rains
Yes I have sworn
To myself to stay protected
So I have strapped on
A sword and shield
But my armour
Yes it ends up meltin'
When you come along tumblin'
Across the field
Once again I yield, I yield
Yes you get me crazy
'Cause you never even wear my presents babe
You wear flowers tucked into your hair
But when I'm cursin' in the night
In my frustration
That's when suddenly you are there
Once again that's when you let me
Back into your dream
And I know you're frightened
By my laughter
But you're not afraid
To hold my pain
You see I'm never sure
Just what you're after, Babe
But it seems you only love me
When it rains
How come you only love me when it rains

Well, bermbits. I don't think that one has been played before, but I'm glad you decided to do so because I think the only song that we have heard here by Harry Chapin was played by George some time back. I do believe that it was The Cat's in the Cradle. Wow! the cats are jumpin today. <smile>

Chapin is a favorite of mine - he's not someone one puts on for atmosphere or background. His words are stories and say so much.

I was recently introduced to "Dance Band on the Titanic," a sometimes upbeat yet chilling, depressing song - the words must be heard to experience of what I speak:

Dance band on the Titanic
Sing Nearer, my God, to Thee
The iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me
Mama stood cryin' at the dockside
Sayin' Please son, don't take this trip
I said Mama, sweet Mama, don't you worry none
Even God couldn't sink this ship
Well, the whistle blew and they turned the screws
It turned the water into foam
Destination sweet salvation
Goodbye home sweet home
I'm in the dance band on the Titanic
Sing Nearer, my God, to Thee
The iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me
There was a trombone and a saxophone
The bass and drums were cookin' up the bandstand
And I was strummin' in the middle with this dude on the fiddle
And we were three days out from land
And now the foghorn's jammed and moanin'
Hear it groanin' through the misty night
I heard the lookout shout down There's icebergs around
But still everything's all right
Oh, the dance band on the Titanic
Sing Nearer, my God, to Thee
The iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me
They were burnin' all the flares for candles
In the banquet they were throwin' in first class
And we were blowin' waltzes in the barroom
When the universe went CRASH!
There's no way that this could happen
I could hear the old captain curse
He ordered lifeboats away, that's when I heard the chaplain say
Women and children and chaplains first
Well, they soon used up all of the lifeboats
But there were a lot of us left on board
I heard the drummer sayin' Boys, just keep playin'
Now we're doin' this gig for the Lord
I heard the dance band on the Titanic
Sing Nearer, my God, to Thee
The iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me
There's a wild-eyed boy in the radio shack
He's the last remaining guest
He was tappin' in a Morse code frenzy
Tappin' Please God, S.O.S.
Jesus Christ can walk on the water
But a music man will drown
They say that Nero fiddled while Rome burned up
Well, I was strummin' as the ship go down
I'm in the dance band on the Titanic
Sing Nearer, my God, to Thee
The iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me
Dance band on the Titanic
Sing Nearer, my God, to Thee
The iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me
Dance band on the Titanic
Sing Nearer, my God, to Thee
The iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me

Wow! bermbits. That's a pre cognition song, and you're right. Im certain it must be heard to be appreciated, but remember, our listeners can hear it, although we here in the studio have our speakers turned off.

A real observation. The band on the Titanic didn't really play, "Nearer my God to Thee." Anyone out there know what they played?

Reports differed as to the Titanic's last song. Mrs. A. A. Dick claimed she saw the band lined up on deck playing "Nearer My God, to Thee." Another passenger said they were playing "Autumn," an Episcopalian hymn. This image of the brave orchestra playing until the end fired the public's imagination, which had an insatiable appetite for eye-witness accounts of the final moments of the Titanic.

Joseph Conrad, a writer of that period, dismissed the controversy over the last song as sentimental fluff. He called it "music to get drowned by." "It would have been finer if the band of the Titanic had been quietly saved," he stated, "instead of being drowned while playing-whatever the tune they were playing, poor devils."

Reports differed as to the Titanic's last song. Mrs. A. A. Dick claimed she saw the band lined up on deck playing "Nearer My God, to Thee." Another passenger said they were playing "Autumn," an Episcopalian hymn. This image of the brave orchestra playing until the end fired the public's imagination, which had an insatiable appetite for eye-witness accounts of the final moments of the Titanic.

Joseph Conrad, a writer of that period, dismissed the controversy over the last song as sentimental fluff. He called it "music to get drowned by." "It would have been finer if the band of the Titanic had been quietly saved," he stated, "instead of being drowned while playing-whatever the tune they were playing, poor devils."

From: http://octopus.gma.org/space1/name.html

Reports differed as to the Titanic's last song. Mrs. A. A. Dick claimed she saw the band lined up on deck playing "Nearer My God, to Thee." Another passenger said they were playing "Autumn," an Episcopalian hymn. This image of the brave orchestra playing until the end fired the public's imagination, which had an insatiable appetite for eye-witness accounts of the final moments of the Titanic.

Joseph Conrad, a writer of that period, dismissed the controversy over the last song as sentimental fluff. He called it "music to get drowned by." "It would have been finer if the band of the Titanic had been quietly saved," he stated, "instead of being drowned while playing-whatever the tune they were playing, poor devils."

From: http://octopus.gma.org/space1/name.html

Reports differed as to the Titanic's last song. Mrs. A. A. Dick claimed she saw the band lined up on deck playing "Nearer My God, to Thee." Another passenger said they were playing "Autumn," an Episcopalian hymn. This image of the brave orchestra playing until the end fired the public's imagination, which had an insatiable appetite for eye-witness accounts of the final moments of the Titanic.

Joseph Conrad, a writer of that period, dismissed the controversy over the last song as sentimental fluff. He called it "music to get drowned by." "It would have been finer if the band of the Titanic had been quietly saved," he stated, "instead of being drowned while playing-whatever the tune they were playing, poor devils."

From: http://octopus.gma.org/space1/name.html