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Isn't "doxie" short for miniature Dachshund?

So why won't you dedicate a song to the Dachshund Francis ?

Sorry, too hot here to be serious.

My word, there's Boo2.

Boo2, you've got me cryin' for you.

CJ, I know what, How about a bit on St. Francis of Assisi? Patron saint of gardens, right? We all know what dachshund do in a garden.

Yes Miss Letty, and I bridge the gap between St. Francis of Assisi and the United States.

n a room across the street from St. Peter's Basilica in Rome, Santa Fe Archbishop Michael J. Sheehan sat with other archbishops, trying to contain his excitement.

On July 1, Archbishop Domencio Sorrentino, the head of the Vatican's office for the Congregation of Divine Worship, told Sheehan that St. Francis of Assisi Cathedral would be given a new, higher status in the hierarchy of the church.

The historic Santa Fe church will now be known as Cathedral Basilica of St. Francis of Assisi, a designation given by Pope Benedict XVI.

Sheehan said Sorrentino had made a good case for

St. Francis to be named a basilica, a title churches earn by petitioning the Vatican.

"It was very exciting to be there for it," Sheehan said. "I was elated."

Basilica is a designation given by popes to select churches that demonstrate leadership in promoting faith, antiquity and artwork and have historical importance. The title gives the Santa Fe basilica a higher rank within the church. The famous Roman churches -- St. Peter's, St. John in Lateran, St. Paul Without the Walls and St. Mary Major -- were among the first basilicas. Fifty other Catholic churches in the United States are known as basilicas. St. Francis of Assisi is the first church in New Mexico to be honored with the title.

Wow! CJ. That is very interesting information, my dear. All that fuss over Francis, and he is definitely no saint.<smile>

Seriously, I know so little about the Roman Catholic church and the process of canonizing individuals, but it is a coup for New Mexico to be thus honored.

Hey, listeners. I sang one line of a song to our Boo. Can you guess the rest of the lyrics?

and for a more serious moment, folks. Whatever your beliefs, this is a beautiful prayer:



Lord, make me an instrument of your peace,
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy;

... that's a very nice prayer Miss Letty.
I've been to that church in Santa Fee, it is the oldest one
in the United States, by the way.

And no, I don't think our Francis is a saint (yet).

To that, this song is appropriate:

Writer(s): Styne/Comden/Green


Make someone happy,
Make just one someone happy.
Make just one heart the heart you sing to.
One smile that cheers you,
One face that lights when it nears you.
One gal you're everything to.

Fame, if you win it,
Comes and goes in a minute.
Where's the real stuff in life to cling to?
Love is the answer,
Someone to love is the answer.
Once you've found her,
Build your world around her.
Make someone happy.
Make just one someone happy
And you will be happy too.

Forget about the jeans, seeing a man in chaps is to guarantee a smile for days on end. What a wonderful sight.

No leggings then, Diane? <smile>

Europe is asleep so a goodnight song for them:

For Walter: Hansel and Gretel's prayer
For McTag: Holy Willie's prayer
(Francis has been done to death<smile>)

Anyway, from us Dixie Chicks to Boo:

Boo-Two

Boo-Two you've got me cryin' for you
And as I sit here and sigh
Cause I, I can't believe it's true, Boo-two
I'll tell my mother on you
The little game that you played
Has made her baby oh so blue
You left me in a lurch
You left me waiting at the church
Boo-Two that's why I'm cryin' for you
Someday you'll feel like I do
And you'll
be boo two hoo-in too

Ah, yes, Diane, I know the old ragtime cowboy Joe.

PAPER OF PINS

I'll give to you a paper of pins,
If that's the way that love begins,
If you will marry, marry, marry, marry,
If you will marry me.

Well, I don't want your paper of pins,
If that's the way that love begins,
for I won't marry, marry, marry, marry,
I won't marry you.

I'll give to you a golden ball
To bounce from the kitchen to the hall,
If you will marry, marry, marry, marry,
If you will marry me.

I don't want your golden ball,
To bounce from the kitchen to the hall,
For I won't marry, marry, marry, marry,
I won't marry you.

I'll give to you a rocking chair
To sit in the garden and take fresh air
If you will marry, marry, marry, marry,
If you will marry me.

I don't want your rocking chair,
To sit in the garden and take fresh air,
For I won't marry, marry, marry, marry,
I won't marry you.

I'll give to you a silver spoon,
To feed the baby in the afternoon,
If you will marry, marry, marry, marry,
If you will marry me.

I don't want your silver spoon,
To feed the baby in the afternoon,
For I won't marry, marry, marry, marry,
I won't marry you.

I'll give to you the keys of the chest,
And all the money that I possess,
If you will marry, marry, marry, marry,
You will marry me.

If you'll give me the keys of the chest,
And all the money that you possess,
Then I will marry, marry, marry, marry,
I will marry you.

Ah ha ha now I see,
You love my money but you don't love me,
And I'll not marry, marry, marry, marry,
I'll not marry you.


I'll Tell My Ma

Chorus
I'll tell my ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair, they stole my comb
But that's all right till I go home.
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the bell of Belfast city
She is counting one, two, three
Please won't you tell me who is she.

Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
They knock at the door and they ring at the bell
Sayin' "Oh my true love, are you well?"
Out she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
Old John Murray says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye.

Chorus

Let the wind and rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come tumblin' from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie
She'll get her own lad by and by.
When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma when she goes home
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still.

Chorus (twice)

dj, Hey, Canada. Delightful to see you again in our studio.

Did Burl Ives do Paper of Pins? I can hear the melody in my head.

Well, I know that must be an Irish tune you played for us.

and, folks, it reminds me of another Ma.

Ma, he's making eyes at me
Ma, he's awful nice to me
Ma, he's almost breaking my heart
I'm beside him
Mercy! Let his conscience guide him!
Ma, he wants to marry me
Be my honey bee
Every minute he gets bolder
Now he's leaning on my shoulder
Ma, he's kissing me

i'm thinking you may be right about burl ives, but not sure

When I Was Single

When I was single, I wore a plaid shawl
Now that I'm married, I've nothing at all

Oh, but still I love him, I'll forgive him
I'll go with him wherever he goes

He came up our alley and he whistled me out
But the tail of his shirt from his trousers hung out

Oh, but still I love him, I'll forgive him
I'll go with him wherever he goes

He bought me a handkerchief, red, white and blue
But before I could wear it, he tore it in two

Oh, but still I love him, I'll forgive him
I'll go with him wherever he goes

He brought me to an ale house and he bought me some stout
But before I could drink it, he ordered me out

Oh, but still I love him, I'll forgive him
I'll go with him wherever he goes

He borrowed some money to buy me a ring
Then he and the jeweller went off on a fling

Oh, but still I love him, I'll forgive him
I'll go with him wherever he goes

There's cakes in the oven, there's cheese on the shelf
If you want any more, you can sing it yourself

Oh, but still I love him, I'll forgive him
I'll go with him wherever he goes

Ah, dj. Burl Ives reminds me of our Stoat. Wonder where in the world he is?

Anyway, He guided me through the following lyrics:

Angus MacFergus MacTavish Dundee

I know a wee squirrel who lives in an oak
He loves a good lunch and he loves a good joke
There's a wee bit of Scotch in his family tree
He's Angus McFergus McTavish Dundee.

Of chestnuts and acorns he gathered a score
Although he has plenty, he still gathers more
And he eats them for breakfast and luncheon and tea
Young Angus McFergus McTavish Dundee

His brothers and sisters and uncles and aunts
Quite often would gather and have a fine dance
And they'd leap through the air with hilarious glee
With Angus McFergus McTavish Dundee

Once while they were dancing a hunter came by
And all of those squirrels the hunter did spy
And he lifted his rifle and aimed carefully
At Angus McFergus McTavish Dundee!

The rifle went off with a terrible blast
But Angus McFergus was faster than fast
And the bullet went deep in the poor old oak tree
But it never touched Angus McFergus Dundee

The hunter looked round, but the squirrels were gone
Of all of those dancers, there wasn't a one
They were all safely hid in that friendly oak tree
With Angus McFergus McTavish Dundee!

I often imagine that I'd like to be
A bonnie wee squirrel and live in a tree
Pay no rent and no taxes and get my lunch free
Like Angus McFergus McTavish Dundee.

GOD BLESS ENGLAND

Oh, I'll tell you a tale of peace and love
Whack fol the diddle o the die do day
Of a land that reigns all lands above
Whack fol the diddle o the die do day
May peace and plenty be her share
Who kept our homes from want and care
Oh, God bless England is our prayer
Whack fol the diddle o the die do day

Chorus:
So we say "hip hooray"
Come and listen while we pray
Whack fol the diddle o the die do day

Now our fathers oft were naughty boys
Whack fol the diddle o the die do day
For pikes and guns are dangerous toys
Whack fol the diddle o the die do day
At Ballinahabwee and at Bunker's hill
We made poor England cry her fill
But old Brittania loves us still
Whack fol the diddle o the die do day

Chorus:
So we say "hip hooray"
Come and listen while we pray
Whack fol the diddle o the die do day

Now, when we were savage, fierce and wild
Whack fol the diddle o the die do day
She came as a mother to her child
Whack fol the diddle o the die do day
Gently raised us from the slime
And kept our hands from hellish crime
And she sent us to heaven in our own good time
Whack fol the diddle o the die do day

Chorus:
So we say "hip hooray"
Come and listen while we pray
Whack fol the diddle o the die do day

Well, now Irish men forget the past
Whack fol the diddle o the die do day
And think of the day that's coming fast
Whack fol the diddle o the die do day
When we shall all be civilized
Neat and clean and well advised
Oh, won't mother England be surprised?
Whack fol the diddle o the die do day

It's Friday and karaoke Bob is hopping in the shower. I've been practicing five new songs (to me). At the end of the evening I'll be either a hero or a fool or combination of both. So be it. If they're thrilled, good. If they have some laughs, good. It's all in fun. If you keep your fingers crossed, I'll keep my eyes crossed and my legs crossed. Wish me well.

dj, I don't know where you come up with all those unusual lyrics, but I know that our listeners enjoy it. I, for one, loved what you just played.

Whack fol the diddle o the die do day? Captivating and banshee like.

So, let's do a song for all nations:


In Spain they say "Si, Si"
In France you'll hear "Oui, Oui"
Ev'ry little Dutch girl says "Ya, Ya"
Ev'ry little Russian says "Da, Da"

But, Sweetheart, tell me why
No matter how I try
You won't listen to my plea
Won't say "Yes" in any language to me
When will you say "Si, Si"

"Si, Si", "Si, Si"
"Si, Si", "Si, Si"
Ev'ry little Dutch girl says "Ya, Ya", ya-ya-ya
Ev'ry little Russian says "Da, Da"

But, Sweetheart, oh, why won't you tell me why
No matter how m-m-much I try, please tell me why
La-la-la-la-da, won't listen to my plea
Won't say "Yes" in any language to me
Oh-woh, and when you say "Si, Si", say "Si, Si"

La la la la la la la da da da da
La da da da da da da da
La da da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da da daaa

(Orchestral Interlude)

If you could only say "Si, Si", "Oui, Oui", "Ya, Ya", "Da, Da,"
Da da da la da
And all my life would be a song,
Nothing could go wrong, go wrong, go wrong

If you give in, I'll win
I won't give up, give up
Darling, if you give in
I must hear you say "Si, Si"

Oh, won't you listen to my plea
Please say "Yes" in any language to me
Won't you say "Si, Si", say "Si, Si"

And, listeners, the alternate lyrics:

ALTERNATE VERSES:


In Hindustan "Ug, Ug"
Means "Okay, Babe, let's hug"
Never was a Panamama who
Told her Trinidaddy "No can do"

On ev'ry Virgin Isle
They say it with a smile
But you never hear my plea
Won't you say "Yes" in any language to me
When will you say "Si, Si

ah, Bob. I was wondering about that, honey. Consider yourself well-wished. <smile>

We all know you'll be good, right folks?

Well, we're missing Denmark and Norway, but we know that they will be ok.

and speaking of missing, listeners, the following late evening news item explains why we haven't seen JL around in a bit:





NEW YORK - A violinist who claims the New York Philharmonic fired him because he is a man says some of the women who were promoted ahead of him gave flowers and other gifts to their bosses.


Anton Polezhayev, 29, says in a lawsuit that he was asked to leave after the 2003-2004 season, in the last month of his 17-month probation, despite being told by orchestra officials that he was doing "a fine job" and that his playing was "perfect."

Polezhayev's lawyer, Lenard Leeds, said Friday that the Philharmonic's personnel manager, Carl R. Schiebler, even wrote a letter to a landlord on the violinist's behalf, saying he expected Polezhayez would be "a long-term member of the orchestra."

Meanwhile, Polezhayev says in court papers filed Thursday, seven female violinists won permanent jobs or were promoted over him, although some had less experience than he had, or had not auditioned for the positions.

Polezhayev's court papers and Leeds said that some of the women's progress was accomplished by giving gifts, including flowers and champagne, to musical director Lorin Maazel and Glenn Dicterow, the concertmaster or principal violinist.

Of the Philharmonic's 33 violinists, 20 are women, the orchestra's Web site says.

"I think that if I were exactly the same person in a female body they would keep me for life and never fire me," Polezhayev said Friday by telephone.

Eric Latzky, the Philharmonic's spokesman, said he had no comment on the lawsuit.

Polezhayev, a U.S. citizen since 1996, is a native of Russia where he began his musical education in Moscow. En route to the Philharmonic, he won or placed well in several international violin competitions.

During his Philharmonic probationary period, Polezhayev was supposed to have 13 meetings with orchestra leaders so they could give him feedback and progress reports, court papers say. No such meetings were held, he says.

After Polezhayev complained to Schiebler and Dicterow about what he considered gender discrimination, they brought his complaints to Maazel's attention.

Maazel told Polezhayev in a meeting that he was being fired for "unprofessional behavior" and because he "was not good for the orchestra," despite being a good violinist, court papers say.

The musician said no one had expressed concern before about his behavior. On Feb. 10, 2004, court papers say, he received a letter from Schiebler telling him he was being fired as a Sept. 19, 2004.

Polezhayev says in court papers he was actually fired "in part, due to his gender and/or because of his good faith opposition to discriminatory practices."

"There was long-term damage to my career," Polezhayev said in the phone interview. "I will have a lot of trouble getting a job with another good orchestra. Getting fired is a black mark on your career. All musicians know that."

Polezhayev's lawsuit names the Philharmonic-Symphony Society of New York, Maazel, Dicterow and Schiebler as defendants. He is demanding a permanent job, back pay, and unspecified compensatory and punitive damages.

Leeds said that after his client was fired, he was forced to give up his Manhattan apartment and move back into his parents' Long Island home. The lawyer said Polezhayev has not worked since being fired by the orchestra.

The Philharmonic is currently in Vail, Colo., for a nine-day concert series.

Oops, that's not our JL. Wrong ethnic group.