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Could be. It's a small world after all.

The holidays have given me a chance to reflect on my grandkids and all the other small children growing up. I dedicate this to all parents.


Where are you goin' my little one, little one?
Where are you goin' my baby my own?
Turn around and you're two
Turn around and you're four
Turn around and you're a young girl
Going out of the door

Turn around
Turn around
Turn around and you're a young girl
Going out of the door

Where are you goin' my little one, little one?
Little Dirndles and petticoats, where have you gone?
Turn around and you're tiny
Turn around and you're grown
Turn around and you're a young wife
With babes of your own

Turn around
Turn around
Turn around and you're a young wife
With babes of your own

(repeat first chorus)

Where are you goin' my little one, little one?
Where are you goin' my baby my own?

Hi Edgar
That sounds very like "Sunrise, Sunset" words from "Fiddler on ther Roof", I think....I don't remember growing older; when did they?

B flat? Well, the next chord is A maj or something closely approximating, whem you're playing The World Is Waiting For The Sunrise.
<<exits stage left, humming>>

Ah, edgar. I love that song. Seems to me they use to play it behind a Kodak commercial. Of all the moguls that I have read about, listeners, I admire George Eastman the most. We'll have to discuss him on WA2K radio, some day.

I have Turn Around on an album, Love is a Gentle Thing, by Harry Belafonte. The song selection is outstanding.

McTag. I had forgotten that you studied music. I think it was Sarah Morgan who called McTag a statesman, listeners, an engineer with a fantastic ear.



Listen to SUNRISE, SUNSET

SUNRISE, SUNSET - Lyrics
IS THIS THE LITTLE GIRL I CARRIED?
IS THIS THE LITTLE BOY AT PLAY?

I DON`T REMEMBER GROWING OLDER,

WHEN DID THEY?

WHEN DID SHE GET TO BE A BEAUTY?

WHEN DID HE GROW TO BE SO TALL?

WASN`T IT YESTERDAY WHEN THEY WERE SMALL.


SUNRISE, SUNSET, SUNRISE, SUNSET,

SWIFTLY FLOW THE DAYS;

SEEDLINGS TURN OVERNIGHT TO SUNFLOW`RS,

BLOSSOMING EVEN AS WE GAZE.

SUNRISE, SUNSET, SUNRISE, SUNSET,

SWIFTLY FLY THE YEARS;

ONE SEASON FOLLOWING ANOTHER,

LADEN WITH HAPPINESS AND TEARS.


NOW IS THE LITTLE BOY A BRIDEGROOM,

NOW IS THE LITTLE GIRL A BRIDE.

UNDER THE CANOPY I SEE THEM,

SIDE BY SIDE.

PLACE THE GOLD RING AROUND HER FINGER,

SHARE THE SWEET WINE AND BREAK THE GLASS;

SOON THE FULL CIRCLE WILL HAVE COME TO PASS.


SUNRISE, SUNSET, SUNRISE, SUNSET,

SWIFTLY FLOW THE DAYS;

SEEDLINGS TURN OVERNIGHT TO SUNFLOW`RS,

BLOSSOMING EVEN AS WE GAZE.

SUNRISE, SUNSET, SUNRISE, SUNSET,

SWIFTLY FLY THE YEARS;

ONE SEASON FOLLOWING ANOTHER,

LADEN WITH HAPPINESS AND TEARS.

I was trying to remember a painting that depicted a cat holding a violin sitting on a roof. Hmmmmmmm.

I love that Harry Belafonte song, EB, but it made me think of another song and danged if I can remember who sang it or the rest of the lyrics. Help me A2K listeners.

One day a little girl
Next day a little lady
That's how it happens
That's how it goes.

One day in blue jeans
Next day in satins
Little girls blossom
Just like a rose.


Ed Ames and John Gary both come to mind, but I Just can't remember. I hate when that happens. It's happening too frequently these days.

Wasn't John Davidson was it, Raggedy.

I'd say them cells is workin' just find, wouldn't you listeners?

Nope, not John Davidson, but I have not the slightest doubt that he would have done a fine rendition of it.

im sorry but that is beyond my realm... forgive me please

Well, Seed, honey. That's cause you be a kid. <smile>

Ladies and gentlemen in radio land, we're happy to see our janitor come weekend warrior back with us here in the studio.

As much as I hate to admit it, I'm gonna have to sign off for a bit to watch the Monk marathon on TV (ugly word)

Don't know where that Eva is, but I'm certain that she'll be back ere long with some advice, and perhaps a song.

"Oh, hi! A-heh heh! Is Miss Otis in?"
"Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today."

Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today, madam.
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today, mmmmmm.
And she's sorry to be delayed,
but last evening down at lover's lane
she strayed, madam.
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today.

When she woke up and found
that her dream of love was gone, madam,
she ran to the man
who had lead her so far astray.
And from under her velvet gown
she drew a gun and shot her lover down, madam.
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today.

When the mob came and got her
and dragged her from the jail, madam,
they strung her up
on the willow across the way.
And the moment before she died
she lifted up her lovely head and cried, madam.
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch.
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today.

Romeo and Juliet:

If you will die foe,
I will die for you

and our graves will
be like lovers washing
their clothes together
in a laundromat.

If you will bring the soap,
I will bring the bleach.

Well, I had seen Monk, the one with the monkey, so I'll just have to say that I love Ms. Otis. I have to smile at our friend, Bill, calling the white Florida birds, Miss Otis egrets. Thanks, Dys.

dys, and Romeowed what JulieET. <groan>

Ever wonder about the origin of The Big Apple, an epithet for New York?

Here it is, and may explain why our Eve with an A is not around:

http://salwen.com/apple.html

johnboy mopes into the studio and runs into our janitor making the place clean: sweeping, dusting and mopping. Johnboy had told Eva he wanted to do an end of the year essay on 2004 but 2004 is gone. Swept away, swept away like a village in some far away place that I have probably never been to and probably will never see.
A lot happened in 2004: hurricanes, the elections, Arafat, more and more Iraq.
2004? Where did 2003 and 2002 go?
johnboy puts his notes back in the file folder, wishing he could be as clever as yall at poetry.
The janitor mops the floor clean, really clean, humming an old blues song that will stick in my head for days. Happy New Year to yall! -rjb-

You know, John of Virginia, I miss Gothboy.

That sighing young man all dressed in black,
Moving here and there,
And back

on the lawn in our D.C.
Hitching rides from A to Z
All without the perfidy.

Actually, John. I like what you wrote, because it reminds me of a golden tune:

Far Away Places

Far away places,
with strange soundin' names,
far away over the sea . . .
Those far away places,
with the strange soundin' names,
are callin', callin' me . . .

Goin' to China or maybe Siam,
I wanna see for myself . . .
Those far away places,
I've been readin' about,
in a book that I took from a shelf . . .

I start gettin' restless whenever I hear
the whistle of a train . . .
I pray for the day I can get under way
and look for those castles in Spain!

They call me a dreamer,
well maybe I am,
But I know that I'm burnin' to see
Those far away places,
with the strange soundin' names,
Callin' . . . callin' . . . me . . .

Bruce Springsteen - The Promised Land

On a rattlesnake speedway in the utah desert
I pick up my money and head back into town
Driving cross the waynesboro county line
I got the radio on and I?m just killing time
Working all day in my daddy?s garage
Driving all night chasing some mirage
Pretty soon little girl I?m gonna take charge

The dogs on main street howl `cause they understand
If I could take one moment into my hands
Mister I ain?t a boy no I?m a man
And I believe in a promised land

I?ve done my best to live the right way
I get up every morning and go to work each day
But your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold
Sometimes I feel so weak I just want to explode
Explode and tear this town apart
Take a knife and cut this pain from my heart
Find somebody itching for something to start

The dogs on main street...

There?s a dark cloud rising from the desert floor
I packed my bags and I?m heading straight into the storm
Gonna be a twister to blow everything down
That ain?t got the faith to stand it?s ground
Blow away the dreams that tear you apart
Blow away the dreams that break your heart
Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and
brokenhearted

The dogs on main street...

RJB

baby still looks like you're on your way to china
china, chi-nay, far away
baby said how long you gonna stay in china
china, chi-nay, far away

I said I'll be back as soon as I can from china
china, chi-nay, far away
I said babe I hope you understand about china
china, chi-nay, far away

I'm walkin' with my baby but man I'm in china
china, chi-nay, far away
I'm talkin' with my baby but mmm I'm in china
china, chi-nay, far away

I come in on the run from china
china, chi-nay, far away
I tried to hug my baby some, she's in china
china, chi-nay, far away

O maybe somewhere down the line O china
china, chi-nay, far away
we'll get back the same time from china
china, chi-nay, far away

baby said looks like you're on your way to china
china, chi-nay, far away
baby said how long you gonna stay in china
china, chi-nay, far away

The number 15 record of 1953 was this:


St George And The Dragonet by Stan Freberg

Narrator:
The legend you are about to hear is true
Only the needle should be changed to protect the record

St George:
This is the countryside
My name is St George
I'm a knight

Saturday, July 10th, 8:05 pm
I was working out of the castle on the nightwatch
when a call came in from the Chief
A dragon had been devouring maidens
Homicide
My job, slay him

St George:
You call me, Chief

Chief:
Yes, the dragon again, devouring maidens
The King's daughter may be next

St. George:
Mmm-hmm
You got a lead

Chief:
Oh, nothing much to go on
Say, did you take that .45 automatic
into the lab to have them check on it

St George:
Yeah, you were right

Chief:
I was right

St George:
Yeah, It was a gun

8:22 pm, I talked to one of the maidens
who had almost been devoured

St. George:
Could I talk to you, Ma'am

Maiden:
Who are you

St George:
I'm St. George, Ma'am
Homicide, Ma'am
Want to ask you a few questions, Ma'am
I understand you were almost devoured by the Ma'am
Is that right, dragon

Maiden:
It was terrible
He breathed fire on me
He burned me already

St George:
How can I be sure of that, Ma'am

Maiden:
Believe me
I got it straight from the dragon's mouth

St George:
11:45 pm
I rode over the King's Highway
I saw a man
Stopped to talk to him
Pardon me, Sir
Could I talk to you for just a minute, Sir

Knave:
Sure, I don't mind

St. George:
What do you do for a living

Knave:
I'm a knave

St George:
Didn't I pick you up on a 903 last year for stealing tarts

Knave:
Yeah, so what
Do you wanna make a federal case out of it

St George:
No, Sir
We heard there was a dragon operating in this neighborhood
We just want to know if you've seen him

Knave:
Sure, I've seen him

St George:
Mmm-hmm
Could you describe him for me

Knave:
What's to describe
You see one dragon, you seen 'em all

St George:
Would you try to remember, Sir
Just for the record
We just want to get the facts, Sir

Knave:
Well, he was, you know, he had orange polka dots . . .

St George:
Yes, Sir

Knave:
Purple feet, breathing fire and smoke . . .

St. George:
Mmm-hmm

Knave:
And one big bloodshot eye
right in the middle of his forehead and
Uh, like that

St George:
Notice anything unusual about him

Knave:
No, he's just your run-of-the-mill dragon, you know

St George:
Mmm-hmm
Yes, Sir
You can go now

Knave:
Hey, by the way, how you gonna catch him

St. George:
I thought you'd never ask
A Dragonet

3:05 pm
I was riding back into the courtyard
to make my report to the lab
Then it happened
It was the dragon

Dragon:
Hey, I'm the fire-breathin' Dragon
You must be St George, right

St George:
Yes, Sir

Dragon:
I can see you got one of them new .45 caliber swords

St George:
That's about the size of it

Dragon:
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
You slay me

St George:
That's what I wanted to talk to you about

Dragon:
What do you mean

St George:
I'm taking you in on a 502
You figure it out

Dragon:
What's the charge

St George:
Devouring maidens out of season

Dragon:
Out of season
You'll never pin that rap on me
Do you hear me, cop

St George:
Yeah, I hear you
I got you on a 412 too

Dragon:
A 412
What's a 412

St George:
Over-acting
Let's go

Narrator:
On September the 5th, the Dragon was tried and convicted
His fire was put out and his maiden-devouring license revoked
Maiden devouring out of season is punishable
by a term of not less than 50 or more than 300 years