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The old man told his story
about the years gone by...
How he played his horn
down in New Orleans
in some old, dingy dive...
"I knowed 'em all, back then",
He said, "but..."
dat's befo' yo' time...
Dixieland, Po' folk's Blues,
and... Scatman Jackson Wine".

Slapped his knee and gave a grin...
"It sho' was good, back then!"
Reaching for his horn,
on the floor.
Kept it in an old toe-sack,
he slung across his back...
said good-bye,
then shuffled out the door.

Amused by what he told me,
I never got his name.
So I called the waitress over,
and started to explain...
"a tired old man, a tarnished horn...
memories of years gone by..."
How he played his horn,
and reminiced...
and smiled through tear dimmed eyes.

Slapped his knee and gave a grin...
"It sho' was good, back then!"
Reaching for his horn,
on the floor.
Kept it in an old toe-sack,
he slung across his back...
said good-bye,
then shuffled out the door.

She said "you are mistaken.
There's been no one but you...
But I know who you're talking about...
I used to know him, too.
You'll find him down
on Basin Street...
in back of an old church yard...
a stone that says...
Rest in Peace...
He tried, but it sure was hard".

Slapped his knee and gave a grin...
"It sho' was good, back then!"
Reaching for his horn,
on the floor.
Kept it in an old toe-sack,
he slung across his back...
said good-bye,
then ... shuffled out the door.

This happens several times a year in Pat O'Brian's Club on Bourbon street...

Raggedy, I just got goose bumps. REALLY!

Hey all, Maybe there's something to the movie White Noise, after all.

I thought for years that Joan Baez wrote the words to North. Now I learn she supplied the music. I don't recall the lyricist by name.

Where icicles hung blossoms swing,
but in my heart there is no spring.
You were my spring, my summer too,
it's always winter without you.

The flocks head north and the lilacs bloom,
at night they scent my moonlit room.
You were my spring, my summer too,
I'm going north to look for you.

Like a windblown bird my heart goes forth,
sent by the spring to the shining north.
You are my spring, my summer too,
and I won't rest till I find you.

Evan Andy Rooney makes sense.
*******
THOUGHTS TO END 2004 by Andy Rooney

Number 12 - Life is sexually transmitted.

Number 11 - Health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.

Number 10 - Men have two emotions: Hungry and Horny. If you see him without an erection, make him a sandwich!

Number 9 - Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day; teach a person to use the Internet and they won't bother you for weeks.

Number 8 - Some people are like Slinkies.....not really good for anything, but you still can't help but smile when you see one tumble down the stairs.

Number 7 - Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in hospitals dying of nothing.

Number 6 - Whenever I feel blue, I start breathing again.

Number 5 - All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays no attention to criticism.

Number 4 - Why does a slight tax increase cost you two hundred dollars and a substantial tax cut saves you thirty cents?

Number 3 - In the 60's, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird and people take Prozac to make it normal.

Number 2 - Politics is supposed to be the second oldest profession. I have come to realize that it bears a very close resemblance to the first.

AND THE NUMBER 1 THOUGHT FOR 2004:

Terrorists come to America legally and hang around on expired visas for as long as 10-15 years. Now take Blockbuster - You're two days late with a video rental and those people are all over you..... I think we should put Blockbuster in charge of our immigration.

With the change in Blockbuster's late policy, they might still be better than the US govament.

edgar, that song was a beautiful poem. I was trying to remember Joan Baez's song about Janis Joplin. Something about "...in the misty morning...that poor girl....hit by the chain of misfortune...went out on the mainline train....."

C.I. As usual, you have done a great balancing act. A small smile of redemption.

In the quiet morning
There was much despair
And in the hours that followed
No one could repair

That poor girl
Tossed by the tides of misfortune
Barely here to tell her tale
Rolled in on a sea of disaster
Rolled out on a mainline rail

She once walked right at my side
I'm sure she walked by you
Her striding steps could not deny
Torment from a child who knew

That in the quiet morning
There would be despair
And in the hours that followed
No one could repair

That poor girl
She cried out her song so loud
It was heard the whole world round
A symphony of violence
The great southwest unbound

la laa laa laa la la la laa laa
la laa laa laa la la laa laa
la laa laa laa la la la laa laa
la la la laa laa
la la la laa

In the quiet morning
There was much despair
And in the hours that followed
No one could repair

That poor girl
Tossed by the tides of misfortune
Barely here to tell her tale
Rolled in on a sea of disaster
Rolled out on a mainline rail

J: Joan Baez: Joan Baez lyrics: Come from the Shadows lyrics: In The Quiet Morning lyrics

That's it! That's it. Hey, edgar. Hows come you can find those lyrics and Letty can't?



You know, WA2K fans. I watched a video today that was based on a true event. It was called "Open Water", and was the most depressing thing that I have ever seen. At least "The Pledge" starring Jack Nicholson was fictional.

four thumbs up for the acting.
five thumbs down for the effect.

I'm not familiar with either of those films, Letty. I don't get around much anymore.

I have made it a hobby to select the best lyrics sites. There are lots of them out there waiting to put spyware or even viruses on the old pc, so it's taking chances when I search. The ones that say You must click yes always excite my antivirus software.

That's what dys and I decided, edgar. Hey, your comment reminded me of an oldie:

ROD STEWART LYRICS

"Don't Get Around Much Anymore"

Missed the Saturday dance
Heard they crowded the floor
Couldn't bear it without you
Don't get around much anymore

Thought I'd visit the club
Got as far as the door
They'd have asked me about you
Don't get around much anymore

Darling, I guess my mind's more at ease
But nevertheless, why stir up old memories

Been invited on dates
I might have gone but what for
It's awfully different without you
Don't get around much anymore

My darling, I guess my mind's more at ease
But nevertheless, why stir up old memories

Been invited on dates
I might have gone but what for
It's awfully different without you
Don't get around much anymore
Awfully different without you
Don't get around much anymore


When I was a kid, I thought that title was "mister Saturday Dance."

Our fashion expert, eoe, is going on a cruise. Hope she remember to take her Christmas tree dress and her Valentino attire.

Bon voyage, eoe. Be certain and get the dramamine patch.

Which reminds me, listeners. We haven't seen osso since she showed us her gingerbread house. Does anyone know if she left a trail of crumbs? I do hope they were pebbles instead.

Rod Stewart surprised me by recording those old standards. I bought one of the two CDs. My favorite by him is still
Maggie Mae


Wake up Maggie I think I got something to say to you
It's late September and I really should be back at school
I know I keep you amused but I feel I'm being used
Oh Maggie I couldn't have tried any more
You lured me away from home just to save you from being alone
You stole my heart and that's what really hurt

The morning sun when it's in your face really shows your age
But that don't worry me none in my eyes you're everything
I laughed at all of your jokes my love you didn't need to coax
Oh, Maggie I couldn't have tried any more
You lured me away from home, just to save you from being alone
You stole my soul and that's a pain I can do without

All I needed was a friend to lend a guiding hand
But you turned into a lover and
mother what a lover, you wore me out
All you did was wreck my bed
and in the morning kick me in the head
Oh Maggie I couldn't have tried anymore
You lured me away from home 'cause you didn't want to be alone
You stole my heart I couldn't leave you if I tried

I suppose I could collect my books and get on back to school
Or steal my daddy's cue and make a living out of playing pool
Or find myself a rock and roll band that needs a helpin' hand
Oh Maggie I wish I'd never seen your face
You made a first-class fool out of me
But I'm as blind as a fool can be
You stole my heart but I love you anyway

Maggie I wish I'd never seen your face
I'll get on back home one of these days

I'm not familiar with "Open Water", Letty. Is it a documentary?

CI - That's hilarious.

And Edgar, thank you. I adore Joan Baez - probably my favorite of all female vocalists. The lyricist for "North" is Nancy Duscheck. I think if I were asked to select a favorite Baez song, it would be Gabriel and Me written for her son. But, here's another one that has special meaning for me - And for Joan Baez lyrics, Letty, just go here:
http://baez.woz.org/lyrics.html

HONEST LULLABY
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

Early early in the game
I taught myself to sing and play
And use a little trickery
On kids who never favored me
Those were years of crinoline slips
And cotton skirts and swinging hips
And dangerously painted lips
And stars of stage and screen
Pedal pushers, ankle socks
Padded bras and campus jocks
Who hid their vernal equinox
In pairs of faded jeans
And slept at home resentfully
Coveting their dreams

And often have I wondered
How the years and I survived
I had a mother who sang to me
An honest lullaby

Yellow, brown, and black and white
Our Father bless us all tonight
I bowed my head at the football games
And closed the prayer in Jesus' name
Lusting after football heroes
tough Pachuco, little Neroes
Forfeiting my A's for zeroes
Futures unforeseen
Spending all my energy
In keeping my virginity
And living in a fantasy
In love with Jimmy Dean
If you will be my king, Jimmy, Jimmy,
I will be your queen

And often have I wondered
How the years and I survived
I had a mother who sang to me
An honest lullaby

I travelled all around the world
And knew more than the other girls
Of foreign languages and schools
Paris, Rome and Istanbul
But those things never worked for me
The town was much too small you see
And people have a way of being
Even smaller yet
But all the same though life is hard
And no one promised me a garden
Of roses, so I did okay
I took what I could get
And did the things that I might do
For those less fortunate

And often have I wondered
How the years and I survived
I had a mother who sang to me
An honest lullaby

Now look at you, you must be growing
A quarter of an inch a day
You've already lived near half the years
You'll be when you go away
With your teddy bears and alligators
Enterprise communicators
All the tiny aviators head into the sky
And while the others play with you
I hope to find a way with you
And sometimes spend a day with you
I'll catch you as you fly
Or if I'm worth a mother's salt
I'll wave as you go by

And if you should ever wonder
How the years and you'll survive
Honey, you've got a mother who sings to you
Dances on the strings for you
Opens her heart and brings to you
An honest lullaby

Sorry for all the space I've taken, but I can never resist when it is Joan Baez.

Anything Joan does is fine with me.

DIAMONDS AND RUST
(Words and Music by Joan Baez) this song she wrote re her relationship with Bob Dylan.

Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall

As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust

Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed

Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there

Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid

Well, Rod had the voice that I loved to hate, but I must admit I liked Maggie Mae. I think the raspy quality came from the fact that he had throat cancer, but I'm not certain of that.

Raggedy, it wasn't a documentary, but it really happened. I wasn't familiar with any of the cast, however. I have grown to like Baez.

I got the CD today of Shaun of the Dead. Everyone says it's hilarious in a macabre way.

One more for good measure:

GABRIEL AND ME
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

The grey quiet horse wears the reins of dawn,
and nobody knows what mountain he's from.
In his mouth he carries the golden key,
and nobody sees him but Gabriel and me.
Gabriel and me.

His nose is silver and his mane is white,
his eyes are black and starry like night.
So softly he splashes his hoofs in the sea,
that nobody hears him but Gabriel and me.
Gabriel and me.

He comes in the morning when the air is still,
he races the sun and he always will.
We raise up the window and call through the trees,
oh we'd love to fly with you, Gabriel and me.
Gabriel and me.

For your back is wingless and there's room for two,
we'll mount from a tree and ride straight on through.
But I guess you're wiser than I thought you'd be,
for you never will listen to Gabriel and me.
Gabriel and me.

For you know that one day we'll forget to wake,
call it destiny, call it fate.
You'll nuzzle us softly and so silently,
we'll ride in the morning, Gabriel and me,
with the golden key.
Gabriel and me,
forever to the sea.

You know, dys. I used to get her confused with Joni Mitchell. Hmmmm, believe that I'm a wee bit confused, listeners. Maybe I ought to toddle off to bed.

I'll bet not a one of you here remember this song. My older sister won a contest singing it.

Let's see if I can remember the lyrics:

Ship ahoy, my little skipper,
The sandman's coming, don't delay.
Climb aboard your baby clipper,
But don't you sail too far away.

(bridge)
At the foot of your bed is your faithful little crew,
It's your own puppy dog keeping watch the whole night through.

Ship ahoy, my little skipper,
Goodnight and pleasant dreams to you.

Yehaw. I can't believe that I knew those lyrics.

Raggedy is on a roll. Keep it up while Letty turns in.

Goodnight from Letty with love.

Wildfire

Sung by: Michael Murphy (a colorado boy)
Written by: Michael Martin Murphy

She came down yellow mountain
on a dark flat land she rides
On a pony she named Wildfire
With a whirlwind by her side
On a cold Nebraska night

Oh they say she died one winter
When there came a killing frost
And the pony she named Wildfire
Busted down his stall
In a blizzard he was lost
She ran calling Wildfire
She ran calling Wildfire
She ran calling Wildfire

By the dark of the moon I planted
But there came an early snow
There's been a hoot owl howling by my window now
For six nights in a row
She's coming for me I know
And on Wildfire we're both gonna go
We'll be riding Wildfire
We'll be riding Wildfire
We'll be riding Wildfire

On Wildfire we're going to ride
Gonna leave sodbusting behind
Get these hard times right on out of my mind
Riding Wildfire

I thought I knew all the lullabys. That's a new one to me.

Anyway:

Close your sleepy eyes, my little Buckaroo
While the light of western skies is smiling down on you
Just remember Buffalo Bill was once a kid like you
So close your eyes, my little Buckaroo.

(I haven't thought of that one in too many years to try to remember. )