Well, there's the other part of Europe that I was looking for. Hey, McTag and Walter. The answer, of course is Joan of Arc.
Yes!! Of course, Francis might call her Jeanne d'Arc
And, other folks could call her Jean Dark. :wink:
Do your place names make you feel nostalgic, sometimes, for old countries and old ways?
You've got New Orleans, New Brunswick, New Jersey, Nova Scotia, New York, New Hampshire, New England....
Just wondered whether yanks ever thought where old Jersey might be...
McTag wrote:
You've got New Orleans, New Brunswick, New Jersey, Nova Scotia, New York, New Hampshire, New England....
But New Milton is still on it's initial place
Yes, McTag. Place names make us all nostalgic, I think, and old Jersey is the one that got retired after Dan Marino did.
Well, listeners. We have wonderful times here on our little cyber radio.
Joan of Arc
Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc
as she came riding through the dark;
no moon to keep her armour bright,
no man to get her through this very smoky night.
She said, "I'm tired of the war,
I want the kind of work I had before,
a wedding dress or something white
to wear upon my swollen appetite."
"Well, I'm glad to hear you talk this way,
you know I've watched you riding every day
and something in me yearns to win
such a cold and lonesome heroine."
"And who are you?" she sternly spoke
to the one beneath the smoke.
"Why, I'm fire," he replied,
"And I love your solitude, I love your pride."
"Then fire, make your body cold,
I'm going to give you mine to hold,"
saying this she climbed inside
to be his one, to be his only bride.
And deep into his fiery heart
he took the dust of Joan of Arc,
and high above the wedding guests
he hung the ashes of her wedding dress.
It was deep into his fiery heart
he took the dust of Joan of Arc,
and then she clearly understood
if he was fire, oh then she must be wood.
I saw her wince, I saw her cry,
I saw the glory in her eye.
Myself I long for love and light,
but must it come so cruel, and oh so bright?
-- Leonard Cohen
And Newcastle, Newham....
Each country brings something to the altar of tomorrow, but we should bring something of today as well.
My goodness. We embarrassed Francis with all the tribute and he's off again. I declare, we can't keep that man here more than a life's story in a quote. <smile>
McTag, there is a London, Kentucky.
Well, folks. Everything is beautiful in its own way. Know that song anyone?
Hi Letty
I know this is not the song you were thinking of but the phrasing reminded me of it.
ALWAYS TRUE TO YOU IN MY FASHION
Oh, Bill,
Why can't you behave?
Why can't you behave?
How in hell can you be jealous
When you know, baby, I'm your slave?
I'm just mad for you,
And I'll always be,
But naturally
Refrain 1
If a custom-tailored vet
Asks me out for something wet,
When the vet begins to pet, I cry "Hooray!"
But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion,
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way.
I enjoy a tender pass
By the boss of Boston, Mass.,
Though his pass is middle-class and notta Backa Bay.
But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion,
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way.
There's a madman known as Mack
Who is planing to attack,
If his mad attack means a Cadillac, okay!
But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion,
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way.
Refrain 2
I've been asked to have a meal
By a big tycoon in steel,
If the meal includes a deal, accept I may.
But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion,
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way.
I could never curl my lip
To a dazzlin' diamond clip,
Though the clip meant "let 'er rip," I'd not say "Nay!"
But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion,
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way.
There's an oil man known as Tex
Who is keen to give me checks,
And his checks, I fear, mean that sex is here to stay!
But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion,
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way.
Refrain 3
There's a wealthy Hindu priest Who's a wolf, to say the least When the priest goes too far east, I also stray.
But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion, Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way. There's a lush from Portland, Ore., Who is rich but sich a bore,
When the bore falls on the floor, I let him lay.
But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion, Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way. Mister Harris, plutocrat,
Wants to give my cheek a pat,
If the Harris pat
Means a Paris hat,
Bebe, Oo-la-la!
Mais je suis toujours fidele, darlin', in my fashion, Oui, je suis toujours fidele, darlin', in my way.
Refrain 4
From Ohio Mister Thorne
Calls me up from night 'til morn,
Mister Thorne once cornered corn and that ain't hay.
Aha!
But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion,
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way.
From Milwaukee Mister Fritz
Often moves me to the Ritz,
Mister Fritz is full of Schlitz and full of play.
But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion,
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way.
Mister Gable, I mean Clark,
Wants me on his boat to park,
If the Gable boat
Means a sable coat,
Anchors Aweigh!
But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion, Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way.
Ah, dear Letty! You have made my day. You reminded me of an absolutely exquisite song...one that I will share with you here.
Jennifer Warnes recorded a beautiful version of Cohen's Joan of Arc (above.) She also recorded another song about a saint...this one. It touches me every time I hear it. The melody is as pure as the sentiment in the lyrics.
SONG OF BERNADETTE
There was a child named Bernadette
I heard the story long ago
She saw the Queen of Heaven once
And kept the vision in her soul
No one believed what she had seen
No one believed what she heard
But there were sorrows to be here
And mercy, mercy in this world
So many hearts I find, broke like yours and mine
Torn by what we've done and can't undo
I just wanna hold you, come on let me hold you
Like Bernadette would do
We've been around, we fall, we fly
We mostly fall, we mostly run
And every now and then we try
To mend the damage that we've done
Tonight, tonight I just can't rest
I've got this joy inside my breast
To think that I did not forget
That child, that song of Bernadette
So many hearts I find, hearts like yours and mine
Torn by what we've done and can't undo
I just wanna hold you, won't you let me hold you
Like Bernadette would do
I just wanna hold you, come on let me hold you
Like Bernadette would do
Letty, i only remember the intro:
God loves all the little children (or maybe Jesus loves the little children)
All the children of the world
Red or yellow, black or white
They are precious in His sight...
Ah, Bob. I love "I'm Always True to you Darling in my fashion". Much better than Ray Stevens' song which is a little smaltzy.
Eva, Welcome back. We have missed you on our radio, and that melody of Bernadette is simply saintly. <smile>.
The most heart felt songs, are usually those which deal with faith, I think, possibly because they deal with man's need to know and seek.
Yit, honey. That's it. I sang Jesus loves the little Children when I was in Sunday school. As simple as that little song was, it encompasses so much, whatever one's religious persuasion.
But, listeners, I also read Tropic of Cancer.
Henry Miller's Tropics trilopgy and The Rosy Crucifixion are among my favorite books.
well, hello there, edgar. I suppose a variety of reading is good for the mind, among other things.
It seems, folks, that lots of Americans went to Paris to seek refuge from the Puritan way of life. For the rest of us, we just read their books.
The French Lieutenant's Woman; The Collector. Good books by John Fowles.
Well, time for a station break. REALLY time. <smile>
This is cyberspace, WA2K radio.
Sally Go 'Round The Roses- -The Jaynetts
Sally go round the roses
(Sally go round the roses)
Sally go round the roses
(Sally go round the pretty roses)
Hope this place can't hurt you
(Hope this place can't hurt you)
Roses they can't hurt you
(Roses they can't hurt you)
Sally don't you go, don't you go downtown
Sally don't you go-o, don't you go downtown
Saddest thing in the whole wide world
Is see your baby with another girl
Sally go round, oh Sally don't you go
Sally don't you go, Don't you go downtown
Oh, don't you go downtown
Saddest thing in the whole wide world
See your baby with another girl
Sally go round the roses
(Sally go round the roses)
Sally go round the roses
(Sally go round the pretty roses)
They won't tell your secret
(They won't tell your secret)
They won't tell your secret
Oh no, won't tell your secret
Sally baby cry, let your hair hang down
Sally baby cry, let your hair hang down
Sit and cry with the door closed
Sit and cry so no one knows
Sally baby cry, let your hair hang down
Sally baby cry, let your hair hang down
Saddest thing in the whole wide world
See your baby with another girl
Sally go round the roses
(Sally go round the roses)
Sally go round the roses
(Sally go round the pretty roses)
Sally go round the roses
(Sally go round the pretty roses)
We'll Sing In The Sunshine- -Gale Garnett
[Words and Music by Gale Garnett]
We'll sing in the sunshine
We'll laugh every da-a-y
We'll sing in the sunshine
Then I'll be on my way
I will never love you
The cost of love's too dear
But though I'll never love you
I'll stay with you one year
And we can sing in the sunshine
We'll laugh every da-a-y
We'll sing in the sunshine
Then I'll be on my way
I'll sing to you each mornin'
I'll kiss you every night
But darlin', don't cling to me
I'll soon be out of sight
But we can sing in the sunshine
We'll laugh every da-a-y
We'll sing in the sunshine
Then I'll be on my way
My Daddy he once told me
Hey, don't you love you any man
Just take what they may give you
And give but what you can
And you can sing in the sunshine
You'll laugh every da-a-y
You'll sing in the sunshine
Then be on your way
And when our year has ended
And I have gone away
You'll often speak about me
And this is what you'll say
We sang in the sunshine
You know, we laughed every da-a-y
We sang in the sunshine
Then she went on her away
The Men In My Little Girl's Life - Mike Douglas
The men in my little girl's life
The men in my little girl's life
It seems like only yesterday
When I heard my little girl say
Daddy, there's a boy ouside, his name is Rod
He wants to play in our backyard
Can he daddy
Can he daddy
Oh, please daddy
Is it really so long ago
She'd come to me and wanna know
Dad, there's a boy outside, his name is Lee
He wants to carry my books for me
Can he daddy
Is it alright, dad
He's got freckles, dad
The men in my little girl's life
The men in my little girl's life
Then came pony tails and jeans
And my little girl was in her teens
Popsie, there's a boy outside
His name is Tom
He wants to take me to the prom
OK, popsie
He's cute, popsie
We'll be home early, popsie
Before I knew it time had flown
And how my little girl had grown
Now it was, Father, there's a boy outside
His name is Eddie
He wants to know if we can go steady
Can we, father
Yes, father
Oh, can we borrow the car, pop
Yes it seems only yesterday
I heard my lovely daughter say
Dad, there's a boy outside
His name is Jim
He asked me if I'd marry him
I said yes, Dad
Got something in your eye, Dad
I love him, dad
The men in my little girl's life
The men in my little girl's life
A child, an adolescent, a young lady, a wife
And oh, yes
There's another man in my little girl's life
Hi dad, there's a boy outside
His name is Tim
I told him Grampa was gonna babysit him
Thanks, dad
Bless you, dad
Good night, dad
The men in my little girl's life
The men in my little girl's life
edgar, dear. I don't know your other songs, but "We'll Sing in the Sunshine" brings back some memories.
I have no song to say "goodnight",
No more left to say,
Just a lei to throw my friends,
Who are so far away.
but remember, listeners and contributors,
whatever the flowers; whatever the song; whatever the words............
It will always be,
From Letty with love.
Edgar, your song reminded me very much of this one, from "Fiddler On the Roof"
(Tevye)
Is this the little girl I carried?
Is this the little boy at play?
(Golde)
I don't remember growing older
When did they?
(Tevye)
When did she get to be a beauty?
When did he get to be so tall?
(Golde)
Wasn't it yesterday
When they were small?
(Men)
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze
(Women)
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears
(Tevye)
What words of wisdom can I give them?
How can I help to ease their way?
(Tevye)
Now they must learn from one another
Day by day
(Perchik)
They look so natural together
(Hodel)
Just like two newlyweds should be
(Perchik & Hodel)
Is there a canopy in store for me?
(All)
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears
