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Walter Brennan's "Old Rivers"

HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE I FIRST SEEN OLD RIVERS?
WHY, I CAN'T REMEMBER WHEN HE WEREN'T AROUND.
WELL, THAT OLD MAN DID A HEAP OF WORK;
SPENT HIS WHOLE LIFE WALKING PLOWED GROUND.

HE HAD A ONE-ROOM SHACK NOT FAR FROM US,
AND WE WAS ABOUT AS POOR AS HIM.
HE HAD ONE OLD MULE HE CALLED "MIDNIGHT",
AND I'D TAG ALONG AFTER THEM.

HE'D PLOW THEM ROWS STRAIGHT AND DEEP
AND I'D TAG ALONG BEHIND,
BUSTIN' UP CLODS WITH MY OWN BARE FEET --
OLD RIVERS WAS A FRIEND OF MINE.

THAT SUN WOULD GET HIGH AND THAT MULE WOULD WORK
TILL OLD RIVERS'D SAY, "WHOA!"
THEN HE'D WIPE HIS BROW, LEAN BACK IN THE REINS,
AND TALK ABOUT A PLACE HE WAS GONNA GO.

refrain:
SAY, ONE OF THESE DAYS I'M GONNA CLIMB THAT MOUNTAIN;
WALK UP THERE AMONG THEM CLOUDS,
WHERE THE COTTON'S HIGH AND THE CORN'S A-GROWIN',
AND THERE AIN'T NO FIELDS TO PLOW.

I GOT A LETTER FROM BACK HOME THE OTHER DAY --
THEY'RE ALL FINE, AND THE CROPS IS HIGH --
AND DOWN AT THE END MY MAMA SAID,
"YOU KNOW, OLD RIVERS DIED."
I'M JUST SITTING HERE ON THIS NEW-PLOWED EARTH,
TRYIN' TO FIND ME A LITTLE SHADE.
AND WITH THE SUN BEATING DOWN, 'CROSS THE FIELD I SEE
THAT MULE, OLD RIVERS...AND ME

refrain

Well, there's bermbits, folks, and playing "Old Rivers." Thanks, teach, for that mule song.

We have a small kitchenette in our studio, and I am preparing a brunch for our staff, so I'll be back later with more songs and news, folks.

This is for those who haven't been in our studio for a while, listeners:

Curious

by Unknown
Caugth a train, took a road
Searching for a pot of gold
Never knew, never told
And I wonder where you are... curious

There was a time, I knew a man
Who traveled in a caravan
He said, "seek and you shall find"
But I haven't found

And I wonder where you are...curioous
And I wonder where you are...safe I trust
And I wonder where you are...curious

Hey what's that?, far away
(ooooohhhh)
Same mirage, as yesterday
(ooooohhhh)
Hey there mister got a drug to take my mind away

And I wonder where you are..curious
and I wonder where you are...safe I trust
and I wonder where you are...curious

Fourty years down the road
(you say, "I know")
Haven't found that pot of gold
(all these faces I don't know)
Getting tired, i'm going home

And I wonder where you are...curious
And I wonder where you are...safe I trust
And I wonder where you are...

You know, folks. July is almost over, and in some areas of the U.S., kids will be going back to school in August.

I recall this song that my Irish friend, Al, and I smiled about:

I loved you as I never loved before,
When first I met you on the village green,
Come to me ere my dream of love is o'er,
I loved you as I love you,
When we were sweet,
When we were sweet
Sixteen.

And then there is the Van Morrison version:

Well, well, I loved you
Like I never loved before
First time I saw you
Standing home at your front door
Do you remember
You created quite a scene
When you were walking
Down by the village green

Chorus
When you were only
When you were only
When you were only
When you were only
Sweet sixteen
Baby, how I loved you
Sweet sixteen
How I really loved you
Sweet sixteen
Baby, how I loved you
Sweet sixteen
How I really loved you
Sweet sixteen

Standing on the corner
And you came walking by
And when I saw you
I said "My, my, my, my"
Do you remember
How I took you by the hand?
Do you remember
In the sunny summerland?

Chorus And your eyes shine like diamonds
And they sparkle in the night
And the kind of love that you give me
Seems to light up all my life

Sax break - Van?

And then, and then, and then I told you
That we'd never ever part
And then, and then, and then I'd hold you
A little closer to my heart
Do you remember
All the stars were shining bright?
Do you remember
It was on a magic night?

Chorus and fade

Sorry, VM, Yours is just not as dear as the other. <smile>

Well, where in the world did everyone go. Surely, listeners, you don't expect poor Letty to run this station by herself. We must have a dj and a licensed engineer in here or Big Brother will shut us down. Speaking of Big Brother. Did anyone see were New Jersey is contemplating making it against the law to smoke in one's car?

Now the next song is for our Ray (with a few alterations)
(Lets Get) metaphysical
Olivia Newton John

I'm saying all the things that I know you'll like,
Makin' good conversation
I gotta handle you just right,
You know what I mean
I took you to an intimate restaurant,
Then to a suggestive movie
There's nothin' left to talk about,
Unless it's horizontally

Get metaphysical, physical,
I get metaphysical, let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk,
Your body talk, let me hear your body talk

I've been patient, I've been good,
Tried to keep my hands on the table
It's gettin' hard this holdin' back,
You know what I mean
I'm sure you'll understand my point of view,
We know each other mentally
You gotta know that you're bringin' out
The animal magnetism in me

Let's get animal, animal,
I wanna get animal, let's get into animal
Let me hear your body talk,
Your body talk, let me hear your body talk

Thanks for the dedication.

lol, I think, I think I've heard that song before!

Anyways, here's a great poem (somewhat related to Idealism) that you probably like:

Ode on A Grecian Urn
by John Keats

"Thou still unravished bride of quietness!
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flow'ry tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endeared,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal -yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unwearied,
For ever piping songs for ever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love!
For ever warm and still to be enjoyed,
For ever panting and for ever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloyed,
A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.

Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
What little town by river or sea-shore,
Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
Will silent be; and not a soul to tell
Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.

O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede
Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold pastoral!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou sayst,
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty, -that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."
"

Well, Ray, I'm glad you noticed the alterations.

(Dys would be pissed about the smoking thing. <smile>)

Keats and his contemporaries wrote lovely poetry, listeners, and Ode to the Grecian Urn is just one.

Now for some metaphysical poetry:

Devotions upon Emergent Occasions

The paragraph in context (in modern spelling) is as follows:

"No man is an island entire of itself; every man
is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;
if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe
is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as
well as any manner of thy friends or of thine
own were; any man's death diminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind.
And therefore never send to know for whom
the bell tolls; it tolls for thee."

Ernest Hemingway wrote his book "For Whom the Bell Tolls", based on John Donne, Ray

dys is a curmudgeon! But, damn, what a likeable person he is.

Well, Ray and Dys, I guess that we should dedicate a song to the philosopher's stone. What about a Rolling Stone song:



Dr. Hook - The Cover of The Rolling Stone
Ha ha ha I don't believe it
Da, da, ah, ah don't touch it
Hey, Ray, Hey Sugar tell them who we are

Well, we're big rock singers
We got golden fingers
And we're loved everywhere we go (that sounds like us)
We sing about beauty and we sing about truth
At ten-thousand dollars a show (right)

We take all kinds of pills that give us all kind of thrills
But the thrill we've never known
Is the thrill that'll gitcha when you get your picture
On the cover of the rollin stone

(Rollin stone)
Wanna see my picture on the cover
(Stone)
Wanna buy five copies for my mother (yes)
(Stone.)
Wanna see my smilin face
On the cover of the rollin stone
(that's a very very good idea)

I got a freaky ole lady name a cocaine Katy
Who embroideries on my jeans
I got my poor ole grey haired daddy
Drivin my limosine

Now it's all decided to blow our minds
But our minds won't really be blown
Like the blow that'll gitcha when you get your picture
On the cover of the rollin stone

(Rollin stone)
Wanna see our pictures on the cover
(Stone)
Wanna buy five copies for our mothers (yeah)
(Stone)
Wanna see my smilin face
On the cover of the rollin stone
(talking)
Hey, I know how
Rock and roll.....

SOLO

Ah, that's beautiful

We got a lot of little teenage blue eyed groupies
Who do anything we say
We got a genu wine Indian Guru
Who's teaching us a better way

We got all the friends that money can buy
So we never have to be alone
And we keep getting richer but we can't get our picture
On the cover of the rollin stone

(Rollin stone)
Wanna see my picture on the cover
(Stone)
Wanna buy five copies for my mother (wa wa)
(Stone)
Wanna see my smilin face
On the cover of the rollin stone
On the cover of the rollin

Stone)
Wanna see my picture on the cover
(talking)
I don't know why we ain't on the cover, Baby....
(Stone)
Wanna buy five copies for my mother
(talking)
We're beautiful subjects
(Stone)
Wanna see my smilin face
(talking)
I ain't kiddin, we would make a beautiful cover
On the cover of the rollin stone

Fresh shot, right up front, Man
I can see it now, we'll be up in the front
Smilin, Man
Ahh, beautiful

Oh, I forgot to ask all the texas folks out there, if it's true that there's a law in your state requiring people to take a bath at least once a year?

Hey, Ray. There's a law for everything in Texas, right edgar?

Hey, listeners, while Francis is asleep we could bash him. He'll never know, but I think it's time to..................

I pulled in to Nazareth, was feeling 'bout half past dead
I just need some place where I can lay my head
``Hey mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?''
He just grinned and shook my hand, ``No'' was all he said

Take a load off, Francis,
Take a load for free
Take a load off, Francis,
And you put the load right on Texas T.

I picked up my bag, I went looking for a place to hide
When I saw Carmen and the Devil walking side by side
I said ``Hey Carmen, come on, let's go downtown''
She said ``I gotta go but my friend can stick around''

Take a load off, Francis
Take a load for free
Take a load off, Francis,
And you put the load right on edgar B.

Go down Miss Moses, there's nothing you can say
It's just old Luke, and Luke's waiting on the judgement day
``Well, Luke my friend, what about young Anna - Lee?''
He said ``Do me a favour son, won't you stay and keep Anna - Lee
Company?''

Take a load off, Francis,
Take a load for free
Take a load off, Francis,
And you put the load right on edgar B.

Crazy Chester followed me and he caught me in the fog
He said ``I will fix your rat if you'll take Jack my dog''
I said ``Wait a minute Chester, you know I'm a peaceful man''
He said ``That's okay boy, won't you feed him when you can?''

Take a load off, Francis,
Take a load for free
Take a load off, Francis,
And you put the load on edgar B.

Catch a cannonball now to take me down the line
My bag is sinking low and I do believe it's time
To get back to Mr. Francis, you know he's the only one
Who sent me here with his regards for everyone
Take a load off, Francis,
Take a load for free
Take a load off, Francis
And you put the load right on Texas T.

Well, listeners, before I turn this into a political radio station, I guess I had better say goodnight, but before I do, one final item:







JACKSON, Miss. (AP) - A scathing parody that likens President Bush to the "idiot" in William Faulkner's novel "The Sound and the Fury" has won this year's Faulkner write-alike contest - and touched off a literary spat.

Organizers of the Faux Faulkner competition are accusing Hemispheres, the United Airlines magazine that has sponsored the contest for six years, of playing politics by not putting Sam Apple's "The Administration and the Fury" in its print edition - only on its Web site.

"One of the things they asked was that we didn't have profanity or any obvious sexual content. We watch for that. But anything else, like a political subject, was funny, it was parody. ... We felt that that shouldn't be censored," said Larry Wells, who organizes the contest with his wife, Dean Faulkner Wells, Faulkner's niece.

The story portrays President Bush in the role of Benjy, the mentally challenged son - or, as Faulkner himself said, the "idiot" - in his 1929 novel about the wreckage of a Southern family.

Apple, a 29-year-old writer for Nerve magazine in New York, planned to be in Oxford this weekend to read his parody aloud at the 32nd annual Faulkner and Yoknapatawpha Conference at the University of Mississippi.

Hemispheres editor Randy Johnson said politics played no role in the handling of Apple's winning entry. The magazine published "The Administration and the Fury" only online, he said, because Hemispheres is trying to bring more attention to its Web site. Plus, he said, Apple's parody already had been published earlier this year in the online magazine Slate.

"The number of people who are able to see the Web site completely stands on its head any charge of censorship," Johnson said. "We are making it available to millions of people."

Hemispheres had already decided to end its sponsorship of Faux Faulkner, a cerebral contest that lets aspiring writers explore their inner "Pappy" with dense, stream-of-consciousness screeds.

Apple's story is told from Bush/Benjy's point of view as Vice President Dick Cheney, Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice and Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld prepare him for a news conference:

"'Go and get him Saddam's gun,' Condi said. 'You know how he likes to hold it.'

"Dick went to my desk drawer and took out Saddam's gun. He gave it to me, and it was hot in my hands. Rummy pulled the gun away.

"'Do you want him carrying a gun into the press conference?' Rummy said. 'Cant you think any better than he can?'"

Larry Wells said Apple's piece won the contest not because of its political content but because it mirrors the labyrinthine language of the Nobel laureate.

"It was very funny, a brilliant use of 'The Sound and the Fury,'" Wells said. "The fact that he substituted Saddam's gun for a horseshoe Benjy liked to hold - it was hilarious."

Apple said he had struggled to read "The Sound and the Fury" as a teenager and decided to try it again as an adult.

"This time, I was able to appreciate it much more and I really fell in love with the language and took a lot of pleasure in just listening to the dialect and the different characters," he said.

He set about trying to write in Faulkner's style, he said, the same way a novice guitarist tries to imitate a pro. Another character's observation about Benjy made him think of Bush, and Apple has Cheney echo that line in the parody: "'He know lot more than folks think.'"

Apple said it was also a lucky coincidence that "Condi" sounds like "Caddy," Benjy's beloved sister. Just as Benjy has an olfactory memory of Caddy (she smelled like trees), the spoofed Bush thinks of Condi: "She smelled like the Xeroxed copies of the information packets they give me each day."

A smile to all, and to all Goodnight,

From Letty with love

Sleep well, Miss Letty. I thought of yall today (or it may have been yesterday) when NPR did another segment of what they call "What's In A Song." (or something like that.)
The song they featured this time had the lyrics, sung first by a very chirpy female voice and then by a beautiful male tenor's voice, but with a much more mournful tone. You will know the song by just these few lines:
"You take the high road
and I'll take the low road.
And I'll get to Scotland before you."

I never realized what that song was all about.

G'night Letty. Here are two--first one serious and the second a little nostalgic, thingking of my sons when they were little.

Joan Collins

Show me the prison
Show me the jail
Show me the prisoner
Whose knife has gone stale
And I'll show you a young man
With so many reasons why
There but for fortune go you or I

Show me the alley
Show me the train
Show me the hobo
Who sleeps out in the rain
And I'll show you a young man
With so many reasons why
There but for fortune go you or I

Show me the whiskey stains on the floor
Show me the drunkard
As he stumbles out the door
And I'll show you a young man
With so many reasons why
There but for fortune go you or I

Show me the country
Where the bums had to fall
Show me the ruins
Of the buildings, once so tall
And I'll show you a young land
With so many reasons why
There but for fortune go you and I
You and I
=================================

Winkin', Blinkin' And Nod
The Simon Sisters lyrics

Winkin` and Blinkin` and Nod one night
Sailed off on a wooden shoe
Sailed down a river of crystal light
Into a sea of dew

Now where are you going and what do you wish
The old moon asked the three
Well we`re going out fishing for Herring fish
That live in the beautiful sea
And some silver and gold have we
Said Winkin` and Blinkin` and Nod

The old moon laughed and sang a song
As they rocked in their wooden shoe
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew

While the little stars were the Herring fish
That lived in the beautiful sea
Now cast your nets where ever you wish
Never afeared are we
So sang the stars to the fishermen three
Winkin` and Blinkin` and Nod

All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe
Bringing the fishermen home

T`was all so pretty a sight it seemed
As if it could not be
And some folks thought t`was a dream they dreamed
Of sailing the beautiful sea
But I shall name you the fishermen three
Winkin` and Blinkin` and Nod

Now Winkin` and Blinkin` are two little eyes
And Nod is a little head
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee ones trundle bed

So close your eyes while mother sings
Of the beautiful sights that be
And you will see the wonderful things
As you rock in your misty sea
Where the old moon rocked the fishermen three
Winkin` and Blinkin` and Nod

God Blessed Texas
Little Texas

I've seen a lot of places
I've been around the world
I've seen some pretty faces
Been with some beautiful girls
But after all I've witnessed one thing still amazes me
Just like a miracle you have to see to believe

'Cause God blessed Texas with His own hand
Brought down angels from the promised land
Gave 'em a place where they could dance
If you wanna see heaven brother here's your chance
I've been sent to spread the message
God blessed Texas

First He lit sunshine
Then He made the waters deep
Then He gave us moonlight
For all the world to see
Well everybody knows that the Lord works in mysterious ways
He took a rest then on the very next day

God blessed Texas with His own hand
Brought down angels from the promised land
Gave 'em a place where they could dance
If you wanna see heaven brother here's your chance
I've been sent to spread the message
God blessed Texas

God blessed Texas with His own hand
Brought down angels from the promised land
Gave 'em a place where they could dance
If you wanna see heaven brother here's your chance
Well I've been sent to spread the message
God blessed Texas

Well I've been sent to spread the message
God blessed Texas
Well I've been sent to spread the message
Mmm...God blessed Texas

Rules from Kids

"Don't wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts."
-Kellie, age 11

"You can't hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk."
-Amir, age 9

"Felt-tip markers are not good to use as lipstick."
-Lauren, age 9

"If you want a kitten, start out by asking for a horse."
-Naomi, age 12

"Don't pick on your sister when she's holding a baseball bat."
-Joel, age 10

"Never try to baptize a cat."
-Eileen, age 8

"When you get a bad grade in school, show it to your mom when she's
on the phone."
-Alyesha, age 13

FAR AWAY EYES
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

I was driving home early Sunday morning through Bakersfield
Listening to gospel music on the colored radio station
And the preacher said, "You know you always have the
Lord by your side"

And I was so pleased to be informed of this that I ran
Twenty red lights in his honor
Thank you Jesus, thank you lord

I had an arrangement to meet a girl, and I was kind of late
And I thought by the time I got there she'd be off
She'd be off with the nearest truck driver she could find
Much to my surprise, there she was sittin in the corner
A little bleary, worse for wear and tear
Was a girl with far away eyes

So if you're down on your luck
And you can't harmonize
Find a girl with far away
And if you're downright disgusted
And life ain't worth a dime
Get a girl with far away eyes

Well the preacher kept right on saying that all I had to do was send
Ten dollars to the church of the sacred bleeding heart of Jesus
Located somewhere in Los Angeles, California
And next week they'd say my prayer on the radio
And all my dreams would come true
So I did, the next week, I got a prayer with a girl
Well, you know what kind of eyes she got

So if you're down on your luck
I know you all sympathize
Find a girl with far away eyes
And if you're downright disgusted
And life ain't worth a dime
Get a girl with far away eyes

Coat of Many Colors - Dolly

Back through the years
I go wonderin' once again
Back to the seasons of my youth
I recall a box of rags that someone gave us
And how my momma put the rags to use
There were rags of many colors
Every piece was small
And I didn't have a coat
And it was way down in the fall
Momma sewed the rags together
Sewin' every piece with love
She made my coat of many colors
That I was so proud of
As she sewed, she told a story
From the bible, she had read
About a coat of many colors
Joseph wore and then she said
Perhaps this coat will bring you
Good luck and happiness
And I just couldn't wait to wear it
And momma blessed it with a kiss
Chorus:

My coat of many colors
That my momma made for me
Made only from rags
But I wore it so proudly
Although we had no money
I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me

So with patches on my britches
Holes in both my shoes
In my coat of many colors
I hurried off to school
Just to find the others laughing
And making fun of me
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me

And oh I couldn't understand it
For I felt I was rich
And I told them of the love
My momma sewed in every stitch
And I told 'em all the story
Momma told me while she sewed
And how my coat of many colors
Was worth more than all their clothes

But they didn't understand it
And I tried to make them see
That one is only poor
Only if they choose to be
Now I know we had no money
But I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me
Made just for me

Dedicated to a certain sailor from Northern England/Scotland, who returned home last night :wink:


Rolling Home

Up aloft, amid the rigging
Swiftly blows the fav'ring gale,
Strong as springtime in its blossom,
Filling out each bending sail,
And the waves we leave behind us
Seem to murmur as they rise;
We have tarried here to bear you
To the land you dearly prize.
Rolling home, rolling home,
Rolling home across the sea,
Rolling home to dear old England
Rolling home, dear land to thee.

Now, it takes all hands to man the capstan,
Mister see your cables clear!
Soon you'll be sailing homeward bound sir,
And for the channel you will steer.
See your sheets and crew lines free sir,
All your buntlines overhauled;
Are the sheerpoles and gear all ready?
Soon for New England we will steer.
Rolling home, rolling home,
Rolling home across the sea,
Rolling home to dear old England
Rolling home, dear land to thee.

Full ten thousand miles behind us,
And a thousand miles before,
Ancient ocean waves to waft us
To the well remembered shore.
Newborn breezes swell to send us
To our childhood welcome skies,
To the glow of friendly faces
And the glance of loving eyes.
Rolling home, rolling home,
Rolling home across the sea,
Rolling home to dear old England
Rolling home, dear land to thee.




And 'Good morning' to all and everyone!