Wow! Bob and Yit. Missed your responses. Thanks, Mr. Turtle, for that link. I have the worst time wading through the commercials on Google, and that will be quite helpful.
Speaking of commercials, let's see if anyone remembers this in disguise:
Here's to McTag
That's my man Tag,
He lives in a shoe,
I'm Letitia,
Look for me in there, too.
And listeners, our word for the day:
dishabille/dishabile
Enciende my fuego (light my fire)
Tú sabes que yo sería falso
Tú sabes que sería un mentiroso
Si te dijera a ti
Chica, no podemos elevarnos mucho más
Vamos nena, enciende mi fuego
Vamos nena, enciende mi fuego
Trata de incendiar la noche
El tiempo de dudar a pasado
No hay tiempo para revolcarse en lodo
Trata ahora, solo podemos perder
Y nuestro amor se convierte en incinerador fúnebre
Vamos nena, enciende mi fuego
Vamos nena, enciende mi fuego
Trata de incendiar la noche
El tiempo de dudar a pasado
No hay tiempo para revolcarse en lodo
Trata ahora, solo podemos perder
Y nuestro amor se convierte en incinerador fúnebre
Vamos nena, enciende mi fuego
Vamos nena, enciende mi fuego
Trata de incendiar la noche
Tú sabes que yo sería falso
Tú sabes que seria un mentiroso
Si te dijera a ti
Chica, no podemos elevarnos mucho más
Vamos nena, enciende mi fuego
Vamos nena, enciende mi fuego
Trata de incendiar la noche
Trata de incendiar la noche
Trata de incendiar la noche
Trata de incendiar la noche
Ah, Thank you, Francis. Now, how about Russian?
Just kidding, honey. As usual you have come through for us.
If teachers of foreign languages would use music as a tool, something tells me things would go a lot faster for the learner.
I am happy to be able to tell our listeners and contributors that Piffka is fine just occupied in other areas.
Letty wrote:
If teachers of foreign languages would use music as a tool, something tells me things would go a lot faster for the learner.
That's done already (here), since years: even I had to learn at first songs/lyrics at grammar school, but nowadays, children in kindergarden and pupils in elementary school really learn e.g. English just by singing English songs ... at first.
Walter, it seems as though American schools do everything backwards, but somehow, no one listens to Letty. <smile>
Well, listeners, I guess that it is time for a station break:
This is cyberspace, WA2K radio.
Wow! Did Jose do this? In flying through the archives, I believe that I spotted where he did:
Put on your red dress baby,
'cause we're going out to night.
Put on your red dress baby,
'cause we're going out to night.
You better wear some boxing gloves
In case a fool might wanna fight.
Put on your high-heel sneakers,
Wear your wig hat on your head.
Put on your high-heel sneakers,
Wear your wig hat on your head.
I'm pretty sure now baby
'cause you know, you're gonna knock 'em dead.
Put on your high-heel sneakers,
Wear your wig hat on your head.
Put on your high-heel sneakers,
Wear your wig hat on your head.
Well i'm pretty sure now darling
'cause you know you gonna knock 'em dead.
Mr. Feliciano certainly recorded Highheel Sneakers, and quite proficiently to my ears. if i may revisit the topic of music & language instruction, i might not have learned the ABCs without the ABC song. :wink:
Yit, that is fantastic. As I have noted elsewhere, I simply don't remember learning to read, nor do I remember learning my ABC's, but I certainly know that little song.
Ah, listeners. Childhood memories, how they linger.
Noddy had a thread about Don Marquis' stories of Mehitabel and Archy, and that lead me to recall an early book that I read:
Hitty: Her First Hundred Years
Field, Rachel
Have you ever wondered what dolls think about? Hitty is an antique doll sitting in a shop, waiting. She tells the story of her life and travels, over one hundred years of adventure, and misadventure. Hitty or Mehitabel was a real doll, owned by the book's author. Come and visit her world for a while.
My china doll was Hitty, and I took her through ever word of that book, so I must have learned to read before kindergarten.
Interesting about Hitty. I never read Mihatabel and Archie. Maybe I was before their time. Anyway, I was thinking about the alphabet and reading and I don't remember when I learned either,
but, I do remember the first musical instrument I played in our orchestra in kindergarten. It was the triangle.
I wanted to play the drums, but some freckle-faced redhead beat me to it. He was always first.
The teacher said I didn't keep time with the music. That was very traumatizing.
зажгите мой огонь (Light my fire)
Я предполагаю, что я лучше шел бы теперь
Двадцатое столетие Лиса
Мы потеряли наш хороший старый mama
О, не спросите почему
Для того, если мы не находим
Следующая небольшая девушка
Я сообщаю Вам, что мы должны умереть
Вы знаете, что это было бы несоответствующийо
Продвиньтесь крошка, зажгите мой огонь
Я - обратный человек двери
Стоп, крошка, я - обратный человек двери
Люди не знают
Но небольшие девушки понимают
Получите реальным напряженным
Крошка gonna тонет сегодня вечером
Девушка в окне не будет понижаться
Прежде, чем я слив
В большой сон
Привет, я люблю Вас
Разве Вы не будете сообщать мне ваше имя?
Пробудитесь, девушка, мы почти домашние
Я - Король Ящерицы
Я могу делать что - нибудь
Почти, лето уходимое
Почти, лето уходимое
Почти ушел
Да, это почти уходимый
Где будем мы
Когда ушел лет&?
Ah, Raggedy. Some teachers should NOT be in the classroom. Let me think: the rhythm band. hmmmmm.
Francis, my God.
You did it. My mouth is literally hanging open. Would you listen to this, folks? Light my Fire in Russian, and all I know is Meadowland.
Sometimes, I just want to quote "dont provoke the bunny"
(sorry, dlowan!)
but, but, but, Francis. You're not a bunny. You're a frog. Has anyone ever provoked a frog?
Well, waiting for Walter to do Light my Fire in German.<smile>
This is cyberspace, your multi lingual radio station.
Salute, Francis.
earlier, i wrote i might not have learned the ABCs with the ABC song; i meant without the song, of course. also, i should have given props to the illustrious composer of the melody, Wolfgang A. Mozart, except that i found via google that Mozart did not compose it. it's actually an old French song called Ah vous dirais'je maman. ;-)
Well, hot damn, Yit. That was perfect timing. Another French derivation?
Hey, Where did Bob go? He needs a big bravo for knowing and singing American Pie. That thing is an epic.
Raggedy, I'm still trying to recall what I played in the rhythm band.
To say I knew American Pie is inaccurate. I knew the melody and timing. The words in karaoke are on a little screen otherwise I couldn't have done it. I fully expected my throat to feel raw after such a long song but it didn't There was one night when the dj and myself were the only singers until only an hour was left. I sang fifteen songs that night. I was really surprised that there was no soreness after that. I have a karaoke machine at home to get the song timing down before trotting it out to the unsuspecting audience.
Well, Bob. It really doesn't matter, honey. We all have cheat sheets, of a sort.
"....and they were singing, bye bye Miss American Pie drove my chevy to the levy but the levy was dry. Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye singing this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die...."
Right now, I am thinking of Ophelia, and hope she doesn't descend into madness.
some epic songs
American Pie
Don McLean
A long long time ago
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died
So...
*Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so?
Now do you believe in rock and roll?
Can music save your mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Well, I know that you're in love with him
'cause I saw you dancing in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singing(*)
Now, for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rolling stone
But that's not how it used to be
When the Jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me
Oh and while the king was looking down
The Jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lenin read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singing(*)
Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
Landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the Jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
'Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?
We started singing(*)
Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is the devil's only friend
And as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell
Could break that Satan's spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singing(*)
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
And they were singing(**)
Taxi
Harry Chapin
It was raining hard in 'Frisco,
I needed one more fare to make my night.
A lady up ahead waved to flag me down,
She got in at the light.
Oh, where you going to, my lady blue,
It's a shame you ruined your gown in the rain.
She just looked out the window, and said
"Sixteen Parkside Lane".
Something about her was familiar
I could swear I'd seen her face before,
But she said, "I'm sure you're mistaken"
And she didn't say anything more.
It took a while, but she looked in the mirror,
And she glanced at the license for my name.
A smile seemed to come to her slowly,
It was a sad smile, just the same.
And she said, "How are you Harry?"
I said, "How are you Sue?
Through the too many miles
and the too little smiles
I still remember you."
It was somewhere in a fairy tale,
I used to take her home in my car.
We learned about love in the back of the Dodge,
The lesson hadn't gone too far.
You see, she was gonna be an actress,
And I was gonna learn to fly.
She took off to find the footlights,
And I took off to find the sky.
Oh, I've got something inside me,
To drive a princess blind.
There's a wild man, wizard,
He's hiding in me, illuminating my mind.
Oh, I've got something inside me,
Not what my life's about,
Cause I've been letting my outside tide me,
Over 'till my time, runs out.
Baby's so high that she's skying,
Yes she's flying, afraid to fall.
I'll tell you why baby's crying,
Cause she's dying, aren't we all.
There was not much more for us to talk about,
Whatever we had once was gone.
So I turned my cab into the driveway,
Past the gate and the fine trimmed lawns.
And she said we must get together,
But I knew it'd never be arranged.
And she handed me twenty dollars,
For a two fifty fare, she said
"Harry, keep the change."
Well another man might have been angry,
And another man might have been hurt,
But another man never would have let her go...
I stashed the bill in my shirt.
And she walked away in silence,
It's strange, how you never know,
But we'd both gotten what we'd asked for,
Such a long, long time ago.
You see, she was gonna be an actress
And I was gonna learn to fly.
She took off to find the footlights,
And I took off for the sky.
And here, she's acting happy,
Inside her handsome home.
And me, I'm flying in my taxi,
Taking tips, and getting stoned,
I go flying so high, when I'm stoned.
Wasteland
Dan Bern
I saw the best of my generation playing pinball
Maked up and caked up and lookin' like some kind of china doll
With all of Adolf Hitler's moves down cold
As they stood up in front of a rock and roll band
And always moving upward and ever upward
To this gentle golden promised land
With the smartest of them all moonlighting as a word processor
And the strongest of them all checking ID's outside saloons
And the prettiest of them all taking off her clothes
In front of men whose eyes look like they were in some
Little hick town near Omaha watching the police chief
Run his car off the side of a bridge
I saw men with dreams like the ones I'd had
Beg quarters outside the 7-11
Till it got so they didn't affect me anymore
Then the mailboxes I'd passed 'cept that sometimes
I'd put something in the mailbox
I'd had the wind at my back
Now I felt it cold in my face
And for an awful long time now you were the only one who ever
Called me late at night and I really never noticed till after
You stopped calling and the emptiness, silence got so heavy
Broken up in the wasteland
Broken up in the promised land
Broken up in Disneyland
Broken up in the plastic land
Broken up in the wasteland, broken up in the wasteland
Broken up in the wasteland
I saw dead Marilyn Monroe strung up on every street corner
In Hollywood like some two bit whore offering a discount rate
And I wondered how Joe Dimagio (sp??) felt
I saw dead James Dean's ghost wandering the sidewalk
Looking troubled and I wondered how his mama felt
I saw signs that said head shots done for cheap
Signs that said extras wanted top dollars paid
Signs for haircuts signs for manicures and
Signs for tanning salons and signs for wardrobe specialists
Signs for cosmetic surgery and signs for assertiveness training
And I stopped to read them all
And every single block looked like every single block
Looked like every single block looked like every single block
Looked like every single block but you kept driving
Cause everyone else kept driving and cause gridlock
Is evil and not knowing your way is evil
And those that had money looked good but weren't too happy
And those who didn't have money didn't look so good
And weren't too happy either and in a city of three million
two hundred and sixty nine thousand nine hundred eighty four
Everyone was lonely
Broken up in the wasteland
Broken up in the promised land
Broken up in Disneyland
Broken up in the plastic land
Broken up in the wasteland, broken up in the wasteland
Broken up in the wasteland
And I watched as everyone I knew spent their lives
Trying to be watched on a stage or watched on a film
Or listened to on a record and they thought well maybe
That way I could get a little love out of this life
And I watched as the best of my generation abandoned their dreams
And settled for making a little money
And I watched TV and read the papers and listened to the radio
And made all the fancy scenes and said all the right words
And wore all the right clothes and knew the names of the hip people
But I still felt out of touch so I stopped watching TV
And reading the papers and listening to the radio
And making the fancy scenes and saying the right words
And wearing the right clothes and knowing the names of the hip people
And I felt more out of touch than ever but I didn't care anymore
And I felt you slipping away, and I felt myself slipping from you
And I wanted more than anything else for it to rain for one
Whole day like it used to but all there ever was was sun
Relentless sun hot beating sun and everyone wore their
Sunglasses and walked around like flies under a magnifying glass
With their eyes removed
Broken up in the wasteland
Broken up in the promised land
Broken up in Disneyland
Broken up in the plastic land
Broken up in the wasteland, broken up in the wasteland
Broken up in the wasteland, broken up in the wasteland
Broken up in the wasteland
