Hey, Walter. Fabulous! It's nice to have someone on the fish's side for a change. <smile>
Is that the same Schubert who did the serenade? I've been trying to find the lyrics to that for someone, and it is a beautiful piano piece.
Well, folks, time for a news update:
BELFAST, Northern Ireland (AP) - The Irish Republican Army renounced violence as a political weapon Thursday and said it will resume disarmament, taking a dramatic step designed to revive Northern Ireland peace efforts after a 35-year conflict that killed and maimed thousands.
British Prime Minister Tony Blair called the move "a step of unparalleled magnitude," while Prime Minister Bertie Ahern of Ireland said it heralded "the end of the IRA as a paramilitary organization." The White House also welcomed the announcement.
Looks as though Tony is back in everyone's good graces again.
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Walter Hinteler
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Thu 28 Jul, 2005 03:44 pm
Ständchen (Serenade)
Ludwig Rellstab (1799-1860).
Franz Schubert (1797-1828).
My songs beckon softly
through the night to you;
below in the quiet grove,
Come to me, beloved!
The rustle of slender leaf tips whispers
in the moonlight;
Do not fear the evil spying
of the betrayer, my dear.
Do you hear the nightingales call?
Ah, they beckon to you,
With the sweet sound of their singing
they beckon to you for me.
They understand the heart's longing,
know the pain of love,
They calm each tender heart
with their silver tones.
Beautiful, Walter, both of them, but the one that I recall is the Serenade that is played in Cminor and goes something like:
Softly through the night is calling,
Dear one come to me.
Shades of night are quickly falling (major key change at this point)
The the interlude goes back to a minor key. Absolutely calming and haunting.
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CalamityJane
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Thu 28 Jul, 2005 03:58 pm
Beautiful indeed Walter, even in english.
Miss LEtty, I learnt my lesson and have never had any
alcohol on a boat again. Luckily we didn't have to drive
then, we were picked up by our then boyfriends, who
knew us all to well
Ah, sweet memories...I have to find a song for those.
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bobsmythhawk
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Thu 28 Jul, 2005 04:14 pm
Rhyme of the Chivalrous Shark
Lesley Nelson-Burns
Information
Lyrics
My father was a Navy captain and this was one of MY favorite songs. He always said it was because the shark ate the Captain....
This was written by Wallace Irwin and originally printed in a collection of nautical tunes Nautical Lays of a Landsman in 1904.
Most chivalrous fish of the ocean
To ladies forbearing and mild,
Though his record be dark,
is the man-eating shark,
Who will eat neither woman nor child.
He dines upon seamen and skippers,
And tourists his hunger assuage,
And a fresh cabin boy
will inspire him with joy
If he's past the maturity age.
A doctor, a lawyer, a preacher,
He'll gobble one any fine day,
But the ladies, God bless 'em
He'll only address 'em
Politely and go on his way.
I can readily cite you an instance
Where a lovely young lady of Breem,
Who was tender and sweet
and delicious to eat
Fell into the bay with a scream.
She struggled and flounced in the water,
And signaled in vain for her bar,
And she'd surely been drowned
if she hadn't been found
By a chivalrous man-eating shark.
He bowed in a manner most polished
Thus soothing her impulses wild.
"Don't be frightened," he said,
"I've been properly bred,
And will eat neither woman nor child."
Then her proffered his fin and she took it
Such gallantry none can dispute.
While the passengers cheered
as the vessel they neared
And a broadside was fired in salute.
And they soon stood alongside the vessel,
When a life-saving dinghy was lowered
With the pick of the crew,
And her relatives too
And the mate and the skipper aboard.
So they took her aboard in a jiffy,
And the shark stood attention the while,
Then he raised on his flipper
and ate up the skipper
And went on his way with a smile.
And this shows that the prince of the ocean,
To ladies forbearing and mile,
Though his record be dark
Is the man-eating shark,
Who will eat neither woman nor child.
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Letty
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Thu 28 Jul, 2005 04:32 pm
Ah, Jane. Please do find a song to fit your memory. Our listeners would love to hear another telling song, right, Folks?
Bob, the thoughts of a chivalrous shark is probably why that hammer head allowed me to follow him in the shallows of the surf and never even nibbled a toe.<smile> Fantastic, Boston.
Well, folks. I'm still trying to find Schubert's Serenade. I eventually will e-mail my sister and she will most definitely know. (I hope)
We certainly do miss our yitwail and hope he returns to us safely.
I think I made have chased hebba away with tales of Ulysses. Come on back Denmark/England. Hold on. Maybe he meant James Joyce. UhOh!
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Letty
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Thu 28 Jul, 2005 04:34 pm
make that I "MAY" have chased. Too caught up in listening to Schubert in my mind to edit.
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Letty
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Thu 28 Jul, 2005 04:49 pm
Well, I don't believe it, folks. I found Schubert and it's the very one to which I was referring.
Jane, can you translate those lyrics, please. The only mistake that I made was the key signature, listeners. The Serenade was in the key of F.
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McTag
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Thu 28 Jul, 2005 05:37 pm
Summertime, and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin', and the cotton is high...
Did you hear the story about Mrs Rogers?
Somebody said "Didn't your husband write "Ol' Man River""?
and she said "No, it was Oscar Hammerstein. My husband just wrote "dum dum darum"
(really, you've got to hear that one )
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Letty
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Thu 28 Jul, 2005 05:46 pm
My word, McTag. What are you doing up at this hour and doing dum dum darum. Even Walter is asleep. Funny, Brit.
I never knew that there were really flying fish, folks until I heard Kipling's song:
On The Road to Mandalay Lyrics (Frank Sinatra)
Frank Sinatra - On The Road to Mandalay Lyrics
Writer(s): kipling/speaks
By the old moulmein pagoda
Looking eastward to the sea
There?s a burma gal a settin?
And I know that she waits for me
And the wind is in those palm trees
And the temple bells they say
Come you back you mother soldier
Come you back to mandalay, come you back to mandalay
Come you back to mandalay
Where the old flotilla lay
I can here those paddles chonkin?
From rangoon to mandalay
On the road to mandalay
Where the flying fishes play
And the dawn comes up like thunder
Out of china across the bay
Ship me somewhere east of suez
Where the best is like the worst
And there ain?t no ten commandments
And a cat can raise a thirst
And those crazy bells keep ringing
?cause it?s there that I long to be
By the egg foo yong pagoda
Looking eastward to the see.
Folks, I refuse to delete those question marks, but I am certain you get the idea.
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McTag
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Thu 28 Jul, 2005 05:50 pm
The latin genus name for flying fish is exocetae (meaning out of the sea) and that's where the exocet naval guided missile gets its name.
Classically educated, these French. A factiod for your notebook.
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Letty
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Thu 28 Jul, 2005 06:03 pm
McTag, dear. Have you been into the scotch? The only thing that I saw about getting hooked was a dell notebook.
Well, we could do Farmer in the Dell, but it's entirely to long; however, listeners, there is a book called The Cheese Stands Alone.
I need to check that out. Anyone out there read it?
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Letty
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Thu 28 Jul, 2005 06:13 pm
Here's a synopsis, listeners:
Review Summary of I Am the Cheese by author Robert Cormier
An emotionally disturbed teenaged boy is being questioned in a mental hospital about his history; the boy's father testified against organized crime and the family had to join the Witness Protection Program. The boy has amnesia and cannot remember most of his life, such as where his parents are and what happened to send him to the mental hospital. His memory gradually unfolds as the book progresses.
Meaghan, Resident Scholar
Adam Farmer, a young teen, is placed into a mental institution because he has amnesia. His thereapist, Brint, wants to find out what happened to him.
Adam's father testified against wrongdoers and they tried to kill him. The family changed their names and occupation and location. Adam embarks on a trip to what he thinks is to visit his father in the hospital. However, the reader learns at the end of the book that Adam suffers from mental illness and was never on a trip to visit his father, but rather on a bike ride around the asylum.
The novel goes through chapters of either Adam on his determined "trip to see his father" and his sessions with Brint. Brint questions Adam, and at times Adam is suspicious of who Brint really is but in the end is convinced he is just a psyciatrist. In truth, Brint is an investigator and Adam is just crazy.
The book is called "I Am the Cheese" because if the reader recalls at the end of the book, Adam starts to sing "The Farmer in the Dell" and the last phrase of the song is "The cheese stands alone, the cheese stands alone." This is Adam. Adam is describing himself. Cheese is merely nothing so too is Adam. The cheese is alone, and unimportant, just like Adam.
Now, here is a question for all readers: Cheese has one importance to it- the fact that it is a food and it can help survival for a human being, makes cheese have a different meaning to it, doesn't it? Now, cheese has suddenly become important. Well, in a way so too is Adam, for the government relies on him to find out the truth of what really happened with his family. So now the title has another significance to it, doesn't it?
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CalamityJane
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Thu 28 Jul, 2005 06:13 pm
Miss Letty, here is the full text in German. Walter has
posted the translation above, but I'll include again.
Leise flehen meine Lieder
Durch die Nacht zu dir;
In den stillen Hain hernieder,
Liebchen, komm zu mir!
Flüsternd schlanke Wipfel rauschen
In des Mondes Licht;
Des Verräters feindlich Lauschen
Fürchte, Holde, nicht.
Hörst die Nachtigallen schlagen?
Ach! sie flehen dich,
Mit der Töne süßen Klagen
Flehen sie für mich.
Sie verstehn des Busens Sehnen,
Kennen Liebesschmerz,
Rühren mit den Silbertönen
Jedes weiche Herz.
Laß auch dir die Brust bewegen,
Liebchen, höre mich!
Bebend harr' ich dir entgegen!
Komm, beglücke mich!
English:
My songs beckon softly
through the night to you;
below in the quiet grove,
Come to me, beloved!
The rustle of slender leaf tips whispers
in the moonlight;
Do not fear the evil spying
of the betrayer, my dear.
Do you hear the nightingales call?
Ah, they beckon to you,
With the sweet sound of their singing
they beckon to you for me.
They understand the heart's longing,
know the pain of love,
They calm each tender heart
with their silver tones.
Let them also stir within your breast,
beloved, hear me!
Trembling I wait for you,
Come, please me!
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Letty
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Thu 28 Jul, 2005 06:24 pm
Thank you, Jane. Somehow the words, just didn't seem to fit the melody line. Perhaps if you play piano, you can try it yourself. Our studio piano really needs tuning.
Well, my goodness. Did McTag fall off his chair?
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Letty
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Thu 28 Jul, 2005 07:26 pm
Well, listeners, I found this haunting serenade sent to me by a lovely German/American lady who has a daughter with the most beautiful face that smiles in a delightful way, even when she's wearing braces.
So I think that I'll make this my goodnight song:
My songs beckon softly
through the night to you;
below in the quiet grove,
Come to me, beloved!
The rustle of slender leaf tips whispers
in the moonlight;
Do not fear the evil spying
of the betrayer, my dear.
Do you hear the nightingales call?
Ah, they beckon to you,
With the sweet sound of their singing
they beckon to you for me.
They understand the heart's longing,
know the pain of love,
They calm each tender heart
with their silver tones.
Let them also stir within your breast,
beloved, hear me!
Trembling I wait for you,
Come, please me!
From Letty with love and appreciation
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CalamityJane
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Thu 28 Jul, 2005 08:01 pm
awww, you're so kind lovely Miss Letty, and I have to
admit, that picture of her is cute.
I found a song about memories....
MEMORIES (Mac Davis)
Memories
Pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories
Sweetened thru the ages just like wine
Quiet thoughts come floating down
And settle softly to the ground
Like golden autumn leaves around my feet
I touched them and they burst apart with
Sweet memories
Sweet memories
Of holding hands and red bouquets
And twilight trimmed in purple haze
And laughing eyes and simple ways
And quiet nights and gentle days with you
Memories
Pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories
Sweetened thru the ages just like wine
Memories
Memories
Sweet memories
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edgarblythe
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Thu 28 Jul, 2005 08:28 pm
Twilight Time - The Platters
Heavenly shades of night are falling, it?s twilight time
Out of the mist your voice is calling, it?s twilight time
When purple-colored curtains mark the end of day
I?ll hear you, my dear, at twilight time
Deepening shadows gather splendor as day is done
Fingers of night will soon surrender the setting sun
I count the moments darling till you?re here with me
Together at last at twilight time
Here, in the afterglow of day, we keep our rendezvous beneath the blue
Here in the same and sweet old way I fall in love again as I did then
Deep in the dark your kiss will thrill me like days of old
Lighting the spark of love that fills me with dreams untold
Each day I pray for evening just to be with you
Together at last at twilight time
Here, in the afterglow of day, we keep our rendezvous beneath the blue
Here in the sweet and same old way I fall in love again as I did then
Deep in the dark your kiss will thrill me like days of old
Lighting the spark of love that fills me with dreams untold
Each day I pray for evening just to be with you
Together at last at twilight time
Together at last at twilight time
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edgarblythe
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Thu 28 Jul, 2005 09:43 pm
Sad movies always make me cry
Sad movies always make me cry
He said he had to work, so I went to the show alone.
They turned down the lights and turned the projector on.
And just as the news of the world started to begin,
I saw my darling and my best friend walking in.
Although I was sitting right there they didn'n see me.
And so they both sat right down in the front of me.
And when he kissed her lips then I almost died.
And in the middle of the colour cartoon I started to cry.
Oh sad movies always make me cry
Sad movies always make me cry
Sad movies always make me cry
Sad movies always make me cry
And so I got on up and slowly I walked on home,
And mama saw the tears and said baby what is wrong.
And so just to keep from telling her a lie,
I just said sad movies makes me cry.
Oh sad movies always make me cry
Sad movies always make me cry
Sad movies always make me cry
Sad movies always make me cry