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Manchester England
(from the musical "Hair")

Manchester England England
Across the Atlantic Sea
And I'm a genius genius
I believe in God
And I believe that God
Believes in Claude
That's me that's me

Claude Hooper Bukowski
Finds that it's groovy
To hide in a movie
Pretends he's Fellini
And Antonioni
And also his countryman Roman Polanski
All rolled into one
One Claud Hooper Bukowski

Now that I've dropped out
Why is life dreary dreary
Answer my weary query
Timothy Leary dearie

Oh Manchester England England
Across the Atlantic Sea
And I'm a genius genius
I believe in God
And I believe that God
Believes in Claude
That's me (that's he)
That's me (that's he)
That's me (that's he)
That's me

My God, George, you are unbelievable. Where in the world did that come from.

Thought for the day: A clean house means a broken computer.
Amended:
What happens when your pc works and your house still ain't clean?

A few years ago Alan Jackson delivered a couple of scathing songs about the adulteration of Nashville...I hope Letty...that you enjoy as much as I did...


GONE COUNTRY


She's been playing in a room on a strip
For ten years in Vegas
Every night she looks in the mirror
And she only ages
She's been reading about Nashville, and all
The records that everybody's buying
Says 'I'm a simple girl myself
Grew up on Long Island'
So she packs her bags to try her hand
Says this might be my last chance

She's gone country, look at them boots
She's gone country, back to her roots
She's gone country, a new kind of suit
She's gone country, here she comes...

Well the folk scene is dead
But he's holding out in the village
He's been writing songs speaking out
Against wealth and privilege
He says 'I dont believe in money
But a man could make him a killin'
Cause some of that stuff dont sound
Much different than Dylan
I hear down there, it's changed you see
They're not as backwards as they used to be

He's gone country, look at them boots
He's gone country, back to his roots
He's gone country, a new kind of suit
He's gone country, here he comes...

He commutes to LA
But he's got a house in the valley
But the bills are piling up
And the pop scene just aint on the rally
He says 'Honey I'm a serious composer
Schooled in voice and composition
But with the crime and the smog these days
This aint no place for children
Lord it sounds so easy it shouldnt take long
Be back in the money in no time at all'

He's gone country, look at them boots
He's gone country, back to his roots
He's gone country, a new kind of suit
He's gone country, here he comes....

Yeah he's gone country, a new kind of walk
He's gone country, a new kind of talk
He's gone country, look at them boots
He's gone country, oh back to his roots

He's gone country
He's gone country
Everybody's gone country
Yeah we've gone country
The whole world's gone country

MURDER ON MUSIC ROW


Nobody saw them running
From 16th Avenue
They never found the fingerprints
Or the weapon that was used
But someone killed country music
Cut out its heart and soul
They got away with murder
Down on music row

The almight dollar
And the lust for worldwide fame
Slowly killed tradition
And for that, someone should hang ("Ahh, you tell 'em Alan")
They all say "Not Guilty!"
But the evidence will show
That murder was committed
Down on music row

For the steel guitars no longer cry
And the fiddles barely play
But drums and rock 'n' roll guitars
Are mixed up in your face
Ol' Hank wouldn't have a chance
On today's radio
Since they committed murder
Down on music row

They thought no one would miss it
Once it was dead and gone
They said no one would buy them ol'
Drinkin' and cheatin' songs ("Oh, but I still buy 'em")
Well there ain't no justice in it
And the hard facts are cold
Murder's been committed
Down on music row

For the steel guitars no longer cry
And you can't hear fiddles play
With drums and rock 'n' roll guitars
Mixed right up in your face
Why the Hag wouldn't have a chance
On today's radio
Since they committed murder
Down on music row

Why they even tell the Possum(George Jones)
To pack up and go back home
There's been an awful murder
Down on music row

And now it's Biff Burns spotlighting sports in your Sportlite Spotlite, sport.

Here are last night's NBA scores:
96-93
102-84
84-83
101-85
105-87
102-94
95-89
97-74
118-104
108-98
106-99
...and a partial score...
100

And now back to you.

George?...George Carlin?...thought you were in rehab?

...and so he is...
...but I'm still in denial.

Remember the Hippie-Dippy Weatherman?
And there was a DJ character too, but I can't recall the name.
"Wonderful W-I-N-O"

I'm listening...

That country song reminds me of

"Abilene, Abilene
Prettiest town I ever seen
Only seen it in a magazine
Abilene, my Abilene.."

Ah, Panz. What memories. When I was a kid and used to visit Richmond, Va. my cousins played real country in The Old Dominion Barn Dance, with Sunshine Sue as the hostess. I was too young to appreciate the music, because I thought it wasn't cool. In looking back, I realize how intolerant I was. The song by that cowboy( who, incidentally, looks like dys) was just what those Nashville cats needed. <smile>

Fans, of WA2K, radio, it is incumbent on us to listen to all types of music in order to really be a critic of any of it, or, for that matter to enjoy all of it; from Bach to the Beatles; From Lohengrin to Loretta Lynn; from Shubert to Shearing.

George, You are a riot. I am so glad you provided us with that stuff. lol.

Here's a dedication to a boy I know in Manchester:

ABELINE Key of F

Chorus:
(C7) Abi - (F) lene, Abi -(A) lene,
(Bb) prettiest town you've ever (F) seen,
Women (G7) there don't treat you (C7) mean,
In Abi -(F) lene, (Bb) my Abi -(F) lene. (C7)

First verse:
I sit a -(F) lone most every (A) night,
Watch those (Bb) trains pull out'a (F) sight,
Don't I (G7) wish they were (C7) carrying me,
Back to (F) Abilene, (Bb) sweet Abi -(F) lene. (C7)

Repeat chorus:

Second verse:
Crowded (F) city, there ain't (A) nothin' free,
Nothin' (Bb) in this town for (F) me,
Wish to the (G7) Lord that (C7) I could be,
In (F) Abilene, sweet Abi -(F) lene. (C7)

Chorus:
Abi -(F) lene, Abi -(A) lene,
Prettiest (Bb) town you've ever (F) seen,
Women (G7) there don't treat you (C7) mean,
In Abi -(F) lene, (Bb) my Abi -(F) lene.

Tag: Women (G7) there don't treat you (C7) mean,
In Abi -(F) lene, (Bb) my Abi -(F) lene.

Well, I'll be. That was done by George Hamilton.

Most folks remember Jackie Wilson for songs like Work Out or Lonely Teardrops. He actually could sing in a voice reminiscent of Mario Lanza. His rendition of Night is beautiful.


Night, here comes the night,
Another night to dream about you.
Night, each lonely night,
The only time I'm not without you.

Once more, I feel your kisses.
Once more, I know what bliss is.
Comes dawn, my darling, you're gone
But you come back into my arms each night.

Once more, I feel your kisses.
Once more, I know what bliss is.
Comes dawn, my darling, you're gone
But you come back into my arms each night.

If today was not an endless highway,
If tonight was not a crooked trail,
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time,
Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',
Only if she was lyin' by me,
Then I'd lie in my bed once again.

I can't see my reflection in the waters,
I can't speak the sounds that show no pain,
I can't hear the echo of my footsteps,
Or can't remember the sound of my own name.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',
Only if she was lyin' by me,
Then I'd lie in my bed once again.

There's beauty in the silver, singin' river,
There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky,
But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty
That I remember in my true love's eyes.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',
Only if she was lyin' by me,
Then I'd lie in my bed once again.

Waterboy - Belafonte version

Waterboy, where are you hiding
If you don't come right here
Gonna tell your pa on you
There ain't no hammer
That's on a this mountain
That ring like mine boy
That ring like mine

I'm gonna bust this rock boy
From here to the Macon
All the way to the jail boy
All the way to the jail

You Jack ´o diamond
Jack ´o diamond
Know you of old boy
I know you of old
You rob-a my pocket
Rob my pocket
Silver and gold boy
Of silver and gold
There ain't no sweat boy
That's on a this mountain
That run like mine boy
That run like mine

Gonna bust these rocks boy
From here to the Macon
All the way to the jail boy
All the way to the jail

Waterboy
Where are you hiding
If you don't come right here ...

Jackie Wilson. I vaguely remember "Lonely Teardrops", edgar, but I can't imagine his sounding like Mario Lanza; however, I most certainly will take your word for it, my friend.

dys, "...I can't speak the sounds that show no pain..."

Somehow that line became a part of my thinking tonight.

listeners, I think tonight is one of those lie back and remember:



On A Little Street In Singapore











Text/ Lyrics


On a little street in Singapore,
We'd meet beside a lotus-covered door,
A veil of moonlight on her lonely face,
How pale the hands that held me in embrace.
My sails tonight are filled with perfume of Shalimar,
And temple bells will guide me to the shore.
And then I'll hold her in my arms, and love the way I loved before,
On a little street in Singapore.

edgar, Harry sorta rewrote those words, right?

Folks, there are a lot of songs out there that have re-written words, but the originals are the things art collectors and antique dealers strive for.

Fats Waller, Did you know that he played fantastic pipe organ? Very few people do, but thanks to my brother-in-law, I have heard him.

I love Paul Robeson's Water Boy, but have never heard Belafonte's version. From what I can remember, the words are the same except for a slight change in the beginning: If you don't come here, I'm gonna turn you over my knee." I like Harry's lyrics better.

anyone remember "Don Shirley Trio" an outstanding jazz "waterboy"
On the album, Don Shirley translates folk melodies into a different language. Part jazz, part classical, this new dialogue is dramatic and compelling. The title song Water Boy is an old prison song. Juri Taht's cello thuds, projecting an image of rock breaking, a heartbreaking continuous pounding sound, interrupted in the middle refrain by the prisoner's memories of freedom. The melody then becomes hopeful, but reality breaks in, almost physical in its intrusion and the water boy returns to the reality of the suffering in his life.

Shirley's interpretation of George Gershwin's "The Man I Love" is genius. The solo, played with the left hand only, increases in tempo and just blows the listener away as it hits its climax. The folk tune "By Myself", undoubtedly the most soulful, heartrending introspective piece, is compelling and intricate. "Adieu Madraz", a remarkable romantic West Indian tune reminiscent of Shirley's native Jamaica, used to truly trip my trigger even when I was too young to understand what romance was. I knew "adieu" meant good-bye and I felt the sense of loss portrayed in the melody. The album contains music by Richard Rodgers, "This Nearly Was Mine" in which Shirley's arrangement was influenced by Ezio Pinza's attitude in his performance of the song in "South Pacific". Irving Berlin's "Blue Skies" will make you want to dance, and there's a fantastic rendition of E. A. Swaine's "When Your Lover Has Gone" that'll just send you into orbit.

My God, dys. Don Shirley is the one who played in between breaks for George Shearing when we saw him at The Embers in New York.

Raggedy, I have searched for the last twenty minutes trying to find the Water Boy lyrics that I remember.

Help listeners!

Letty medear, there are sooo many versions/lyrics for waterboy you might become aghast.

here's Odetta's waterboy lyrics

Waterboy, where are you hiding
If you don't come right here
Gonna tell you pa on you
There ain't no hammer
That's on a this mountain
That ring like mine boy
That ring like mine

I'm gonna bust this rock boy
From here to the Macon
All the way to the jail boy
All the way to the jail

You Jack o diamond
Jack o diamond
Know you of old boy
I know you're of old
You rob-a my pocket
Rob my pocket
Silver and gold boy
Of silver and gold
There ain't no sweat boy
That's on a this mountain
That run like mine boy
That run like mine