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Yes Letty, I think Bob Seger is under rated as a writer...

The world can seem like it is in a sad state sometimes...

I like this, thanks Walter

dj and edgar, Johnny Cash and Hank Snow simply go together, do they not?

Just on observation about Hank Snow. When he sings "I've Been Everywhere," he never takes a breath, have you noticed? He has a fantastic voice, whereas, the man in black has a little too much vibrato. Janis Joplin's voice was raspy, and I suspect we all know why now. I did not like Hank Williams' voice, but the man's lyrics are so awesome, that he could compete with any poet in any kingdom.

I'm no music critic, but I have a good ear and often, different music is appealing, and some is not. That is why it is so wonderful to hear and see all of you here.

Right now, I am humming to myself "I can't help it if I'm still in love with you."

I think, listeners, that is the reason music is such a wonderful thing. It is a combination of history; poetry; and unrest.

One Tree Hill


We turn away to face the cold, enduring chill
As the day begs the night for mercy
Your sun so bright it leaves no shadows, only scars
Carved into stone on the face of earth
The moon is up over One Tree Hill
We see the sun go down in your eyes

You ran like a river oh, to the sea
You run like a river runs to the sea

And in our world a heart of darkness
A firezone where poets speak their hearts
Then bleed for it
Jara sang his song a weapon
In the hands of love
You know his blood still cries from the ground

It runs like a river, runs to the sea
It runs like a river to the sea

I don't believe in painted roses or bleeding hearts
While bullets rape the night of the merciful
I'll see you again when the stars fall from the sky
And the moon has turned red over One Tree Hill

We run like a river to the sea, run to the sea
We run like a river to the sea
And when it's raining, raining hard
That's when the rain will break my heart
Raining, raining hard, raining in your heart
Raining, rain into your heart, raining

Oh great ocean, oh great sea
Run to the ocean, run to the sea

U2

That is beautiful Letty...

Rex, I am so glad that you are a member of our cyber radio. You bring to it a new sense of things; a reawakening, if you will.

I wonder where our Yitwail is; the man of tortoise shell and delight.

For some reason, listeners. e.e.cummings comes to mind tonight:


Buffalo Bill's/ defunct

Buffalo Bill's
defunct
who used to
ride a watersmooth-silver
stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
Jesus
he was a handsome man
and what i want to know is
how do you like your blueeyed boy
Mister Death

-- E. E. Cummings

The way the man used unorthodox form is all the more appealing.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Victor_Jara

I wonder if this is the "Jara" that Bono refers to in the "One Tree Hill" song I posted...

Thanks Letty... It is an honor and a privilege to be in the company of so many music lovers...

as i have stated before, i love ee cummings

anyone lived in a pretty how town
e.e. cummings

anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain

Oh, my God, Rex. I just read the background provided in your link. It literally gave me chills. The Unfinished Song. WOW! Yes, that must be the Jara of your lyrics.

dj, Do you know the reason that cummings was like a magnet? because like many individualists, he broke the rules in the most intricate way.

Well, my friends, I must go to bed now--to sleep, perchance to dream? Nope! Nothing quite so glamorous. Probably just watch some bad TV. <smile>

My goodnight message to your all:

"...but I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep...."

From Letty with love

South of the border hey I know a lad
He's got more fun than anybody's had
Don't got no worries, don't got no dough
Everybody's wondering about Mexican Joe

In Old Mexico they call him the rumba king
Leads all the woman around on a string
When they go out they get a million thrills
But the lovely senioritis wind up with the bill

Dancing, romancing always on the go
Sun shining down on Mexican Joe

He makes the nightspots all along the bay
People want to see him when he comes their way
He spreads so much joy everywhere he goes Everyone shouts Viva La Mexican Joe

He likes to gamble at poker he's an ace
He's always lucky with cards that has a face
At winning the money he is sure a whiz
But when they win they don't collect
Cause they don't know where he is

Dancing, romancing always on the go
Sun shining down on Mexican Joe

He don't got no income tax cause he ain't got no dough
Still he gets along just fine how we'll never know
He's got everything he wants a girl, a drink, a song
If we use his formula we surly can't go wrong

His favorite playground is anywhere there's girls
He's got that something that's sets their hearts awhirl
It couldn't be his money cause he ain't got a peso
But when he wants a kiss all he's got to do is say so

Dancing romancing always on the go
The sun's shining down on Mexican Joe

This song goes out to Jara wherever you are...

Killing Me Softly

I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him
To listen for a while
And there he was this young boy
A stranger to my eyes

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

I felt all flushed with fever
Embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters
And read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish
But he just kept right on

He sang as if he knew me
In all my dark despair
And then he looked right through me
As if I wasn't there
But he was there this stranger
Singing clear and strong

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song


ROBERTA FLACK

Speaking of Victor Jara, he was one of my favorite singers when I was a teenager.

My prefered song from him is this one:

Quien matò a Carmencita?

Con su mejor vestido bien planchado, iba
temblando de ansiedad sus lagrimas corrían
a los lejos gemidos de perros y de bocinas
el parque estaba oscuro y la ciudad dormía.
Apenas quince años y su vida marchita
el hogar la aplastaba y el colegio aburría
en pasillos de radios su corazón latía
deslumbrando sus ojos los ídolos del día.
Los fríos traficantes de sueños en revistas
que de la juventud engordan y profitan
torcieron sus anhelos y le dieron mentiras
la dicha embotellada, amor y fantasía.
Apenas quince años y su vida marchita
huyo, Carmencita murió
en sus sienes la rosa sangro
partió a encontrar su ultima ilusión.
La muchacha ignoraba que la envenenarían
que toda aquella fábula no le pertenecía
conocer ese mundo de marihuana y piscina
con Braniff International viajar a la alegría
Su mundo era aquel, aquel del barrio Pila
de calles aplastadas, llenas de griterías
su casa estrecha y baja, ayudar la cocina
mientras agonizaba otros se enriquecían.
Los diarios comentaron: causa desconocida.
Huyo, Carmencita murió
en sus sienes la rosa sangro
partió a encontrar su ultima ilusión.

Carmencita died, in her temples a rose bleeded, she met her last delusion.

Good morning/afternoon, WA2K radio fans and contributors. Is it possible that the end of August is approaching? Soon we'll be singing "September song."

edgar, I liked that song, "Mexican Joe". That's one way to beat the tax man. <smile>

Rex, I really love "Killing Me Softly". That song was written about Don McLean, you know. Such a pity that McLean changed his style, no?but that was a dear dedication, my friend.

Well, Francis, I'm certain that is a lovely song. I guess I'll have to trot out my Spanish 101 book.

It seems that Madonna had a spill off a horse and broke some bones. Not a very good way to celebrate one's birthday, is it.

For Madonna:

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Don't Cry For Me Argentina (Miami Spanglish Mix)
lyrics by Tim Rice, music by Andrew Lloyd Webber
remix produced by Madonna, Pablo Flores, and Javier Garza
Time: 7:00
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[Evita, Evita, Evita, Evita]
[Evita, Evita, Evita]

It won't be easy, you'll think it strange
When I try to explain how I feel
That I still your love after all that I've done

You won't believe me
All you will see is a girl you once knew
Although she's dressed up to the nines
At sixes and sevens with you

I had to let it happen, I had to change
Couldn't stay all my life down at heel
Looking out of the window, staying out of the sun

So I chose freedom
Running around, trying everything new
But nothing impressed me at all
I never expected it to

Chorus:

No llores por mi Argentina
Mi alma esta contigo
Mi vida entera, te la dedico
Mas no te alejes

Te necesito
Don't cry for me Argentina
My soul is with you
My whole life, I dedicate to you
Don't keep your distance

I need you


And as for fortune, and as for fame
I never invited them in
Though it seemed to the world they were all I desired

They are illusions
They're not the solutions they promise to be
The answer was here all the time
I love you and hope you love me

(chorus)

Chorus2:

No llores por mi Argentina
Jamas yo te he abandonado
Aunque en silencio, mi alma te grita
Hoy y por siempre
[Soy Argentina]
Soy Argentina
Don't cry for me Argentina
I have never left you
Although in silence, my soul cries to you
Now and forever
[I am Argentina]
I am Argentina


[Ahh, so I chose freedom for Argentina, ahh]
[No llores por mi]

[Evita, Evita, Evita, Evita]
[Evita, Evita, Evita]

So I chose freedom
Running around, trying everything new
But nothing impressed me at all
I never expected it to

(chorus)
(chorus2)

No llores por mi

Have I said too much?
There's nothing more I can think of to say to you.
But all you have to do is look at me to know
That every word is true

Hello Letty, it's taken me a while to get here, but I'm a bit slow on the uptake these days.

Very impressed with what you have done here - and the friendly atmosphere you have created.

Look forward to checking in now and again.

Peace,
Endy

ENDYMION, It's wonderful to see that you have joined us in our studio. We all enjoyed your original poetry, you know. You'll meet lots of Brits here as well. <smile>

Greetings and well-a-day, fair Letizia

It's a sunny, warm day here in old England.

We're in the

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun
Conspiring with him how to bless and load with fruit
The vines that round the thatch-eaves run ...

and Endy. Here's one of our favorite Brits right now.

Good afternoon, McTag. It's a rather dappled sky here in my little corner of Florida. How grows your hanging garden of Manchester?

Here is a day poem for Endy and McTag:







Be still. The Hanging Gardens were a dream
By Trumbull Stickney
1874-1904


Be still. The Hanging Gardens were a dream
That over Persian roses flew to kiss
The curled lashes of Semiramis.
Troy never was, nor green Skamander stream.
Provence and Troubadour are merest lies,
The glorious hair of Venice was a beam
Made within Titian's eye. The sunsets seem,
The world is very old and nothing is.
Be still. Thou foolish thing, thou canst not wake,
Nor thy tears wedge thy soldered lids apart,
But patter in the darkness of thy heart.
Thy brain is plagued. Thou art a frighted owl
Blind with the light of life thou'ldst not forsake,
And Error loves and nourishes thy soul

Well, listeners. It sounds as though Stickney didn't cotton to the seven wonders.

The hanging garden is flourishing on only one watering a day, thank 'ee kindly.

Here's us, in Edinburgh in July. The nipper's graduation:

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McTag and I have collaborated before on limericks
I take my hat of to you Mac, you're good.