Down in the valley, the valley so low
Hang your head over, hear the wind blow
Hear the wind blow, dear, hear the wind blow
Hang your head over, hear the wind blow
same as above on county ranch road 04.9
same as above, Dys not sharing coffee with Sally
Lady Diane and Sally emergine from behind large shrub.
Letty wrote:Hey, Tico. Well, I'm trying, buddy, but I am not certain what you mean. Are we talking about You Are my Sunshine?
I was talking about a line in the lyrics to Blood Sweat & Tears song, "You've Made Me So Very Happy."
Well, Tico. We all get a little sidetracked looking at those beautiful photos of dys.
Love the ones with Diane and dys.
and to finish the hawk man's song as we watch:
Write me a letter,
Send it by mail.
Send it in care of,
The Birmingham jail.
Perfect voice over for Dys' tour.<smile>
Song for Dys and Diane
Bing Crosby
Give me land, lots of land, and the sunny sky above
Don't fence me in...."
My cousin thought the line in the Beach Boys' song
"Went to a dance, lookin' for romance"
actually was
"Went to a dance, lookin' for a man"
which puzzled him for a long time.
speaking of re-naming highways, Highway 666 through new mexico, colorado and Utah has been oficially renamed 161 or something like that because of the relgious conotations of "the devils highway"
Oh, my word, dys. Well, better to be safe than sorry?
Guess Route 66 was safe for a while.
Here's a dedication song for C.I.'s adventure:
As recorded by Manhattan Transfer
On a little street in Singapore
With me - beside a lotus covered door
A veil of moonlight on her lovely face
How pale the hands that held me in embrace
My sails tonight are filled with perfume of Shalimar
With temple bells that guide me to her shore
And then I hold you in my arms
And love the way I loved before
On a little street in Singapore
On a little street in Singapore
With me - beside a lotus covered door
A veil of moonlight on her lovely face
How pale the hands that held me in embrace
Here's a song I like a lot
Play it cool, play it hot
It may be one you've heard before
Wouldn't hurt to hear some more
Ian Dury and the Blockheads
In the deserts of Sudan
And the gardens of Japan
From Milan to Yucatan
Every woman, every man
Hit me with your rhythm stick
Hit me, hit me
Je t'adore, ich leibe dich
Hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me with your rhythm stick
Hit me slowly, hit me quick
Hit me, hit me, hit me
In the wilds of Borneo
And the vineyards of Bordeaux
Eskimo, Arapaho
Move their body to and fro
Hit me with your rhythm stick
Hit me, hit me
Das ist gut, c' est fantastique
Hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me with your rhythm stick
It's nice to be a lunatic
Hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me, hit me, hit
In the dock of Tiger Bay
On the road to Mandalay
From Bombay to Santa Fe
Over hills and far away
Hit me with your rhythm stick
Hit me, hit me
c'est si bon, mm? Ist es nicht
Hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me with your rhythm stick
Two fat persons, click click click
Hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me, hit me
Hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me, hit me
Hit me, hit me, hit me
McTag, That is good; that is fantastic. Hey, Brit, it was because I knew that one line.
Actually I like rhythm sticks
Well, listeners. We love the tours; toujour l'amour.
dyslexia wrote:speaking of re-naming highways, Highway 666 through new mexico, colorado and Utah has been oficially renamed 161 or something like that because of the relgious conotations of "the devils highway"
How funny! I can't believe they ever named it "666" to begin with! People are so superstitious. Reminds me of the lack of "13th" floors in hotels. I wonder if there were any hotels along Hwy. 666 with a 13th floor. I would stay there, just so I could brag about it later.
They renamed Highway 249 here every time they needed funds to make improvements. Something about not giving money to the same highway too many times.
Dys
Dys, the photos are beautiful.
I was so disappointed when I was driving from California to New Mexico that I didn't have time to stop and gawk at the Grand Canyon. Had to keep moving to get to Albuquerque before the moving van arrived.
BBB
Ah, what a neat following our dys has. All that road information earns a dedication:
The sBlues Traveler - Hit The Road, Jack Lyrics
Original musician: ray charles
Hit the road, jack
And don't you come back
No more no more no more no more
Hit the road, jack
And don't you come back
No more.
Incidentally, listeners, Another instance of misheard lyrics:
Get your clicks on route sixty six.
THE MERRY-GO-ROUND BROKE DOWN
Shep Fields and Russ Morgan
Oh! The merry-go-round broke down
As we went 'round and 'round,
Each time 'twould miss we'd steal a kiss
While the merry-go-round went
Um-pah-pah, um-pah-pah,
Um-pah-pah, um-pah-pah,
The merry-go-round broke down
And made the darndest sound
The lights went low, we both said, "Oh"
And the merry-go-round went
Um-pah-pah, um-pah-pah,
Um-pah-pah, um-pah-pah,
Oh! What fun, a wonderful time
Finding love for only a dime
The merry-go-round broke down
But you don't see me frown
Things turned out fine and now she's mine
Cause the merry-go-round went
Um-pah-pah, um-pah-pah,
Um-pah-pah, um-pah-pah,
The merry-go-round broke down
life's lessons
A woman decides to have a facelift for her birthday. She spends
$15,000.00 and feels pretty good about the results. On her way home
she stops at a newsstand to buy a paper. Before leaving, she asks the
sales clerk, "I hope you don't mind my asking, but how old do you
think I am?"
"About 32", the clerk replies.
"I'm actually 47", the woman says happily.
A little while later she goes into McDonald's and upon getting her
order, asks the counter guy the same question. He replies, "I'd
guess about 29".
The woman replies, "Nope, I am 47." Now she is feeling really good
about herself.
While waiting for the bus home, she asks an old man the same
question. He replies, "I'm 78 and my eyesight is starting to go.
Although, when I was young, there was a sure way to tell how old a
woman was, but it requires you to let me put my hands up your shirt
and feel your boobs. Then I can tell exactly how old you are."
They waited in silence on the empty street until curiosity got the
best of the woman and she finally says, "What the hell, go ahead."
The old man slips both hands up her shirt under her bra, and begins
to feel around.
After a couple of minutes she says, "Okay, okay, how old am I?"
He removes his hands and says, "You are 47."
Stunned the woman says, "That is amazing. How did you know?"
The old man replies, "I was behind you in line at McDonald's."
