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Yit, some folks prefer to "romain" modest and low key.

Speaking of "romain". What vegetable of noteworthiness bears that name?

"lettuce" ponder letty's query, here's some thinking music

I Wonder Who's Kissing Her Now
Manuel Romain

you have loved lots of girls in the sweet long ago,
and each one has meant heaven to you
you have vowed your affection to each one in turn,
and have sworn to them all you'd be true;
you have kissed 'neath the moon,
while the world seemed in tune
then you've left her to hunt a new game.
does it ever occur to you later boy,
that's she's prob'ly doing the same?

i wonder who's kissing her now,
wonder who's teaching her how?
wonder who's looking in to her eyes?
breathing sighs!
telling lies!
i wonder if she's got a boy?
the girl who once filled me with joy,
wonder if she ever tells him of me?
i wonder who's kissing her now?

if you want fo feel wretched and lonely and blue,
just imagine the girl you love best
in the arms of some fellow who's stealing a kiss
from the lips that you once fondly pressed;
but the world moves a pace and the loves of today
flit away with a smile and a tear.
so you never can tell who is kissing her how.
or just whom you'll be kissing next year.

i wonder who's kissing her now,
wonder who's teaching her how?
wonder who's looking in to her eyes?
breathing sighs!
telling lies!
i wonder who's buying the wine?
for lips that i used to call mine,
wonder if she ever tells him of me?
i wonder who's kissing her now?

<I'd thaught of 'Romanesco', which is a kind of cauliflower, and not 'lettuce'>

Nah, Yit. I just can't believe that's the "interesting kid" born on this day in 1988. Letty's James Timpano doesn't have a middle initial.

WHO IS James E. Timpano? I just may have to write to Wikipedia.

I think, folks, everyone knows I was just foolin' around with that Timpano fellow. <smile>

Walter and dj, romaine lettuce was what I had in mind. Of course, there's the kind of green we call money, here in the U.S.

Incidentally, dj. My mom loved I Wonder Who's kissing her now. Thanks for that memory, Canada.

For our edgar, and also our McTag



Well my heart's in the Highlands gentle and fair
Honeysuckle blooming in the wildwood air
Bluebelles blazing, where the Aberdeen waters flow
Well my heart's in the Highland,
I'm gonna go there when I feel good enough to go

Windows were shakin' all night in my dreams
Everything was exactly the way that it seems
Woke up this morning and I looked at the same old page
Same ol' rat race
Life in the same ol' cage.

I don't want nothing from anyone, ain't that much to take
Wouldn't know the difference between a real blonde and a fake
Feel like a prisoner in a world of mystery
I wish someone would come
And push back the clock for me

Well my heart's in the Highlands wherever I roam
That's where I'll be when I get called home
The wind, it whispers to the buckeyed trees in rhyme
Well my heart's in the Highland,
I can only get there one step at a time.

I'm listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound
Someone's always yelling turn it down
Feel like I'm drifting
Drifting from scene the scene
I'm wondering what in the devil could it all possibly mean?

Insanity is smashing up against my soul
You can say I was on anything but a roll
If I had a conscience, well I just might blow my top
What would I do with it anyway
Maybe take it to the pawn shop

My heart's in the Highlands at the break of dawn
By the beautiful lake of the Black Swan
Big white clouds, like chariots that swing down low
Well my heart's in the Highlands
Only place left to go

I'm in Boston town, in some restaurant
I got no idea what I want
Well, maybe I do but I'm just really not sure
Waitress comes over
Nobody in the place but me and her

It must be a holiday, there's nobody around
She studies me closely as I sit down
She got a pretty face and long white shiny legs
She says, "What'll it be?"
I say, "I don't know, you got any soft boiled eggs?"

She looks at me, Says "I'd bring you some
but we're out of 'm, you picked the wrong time to come"
Then she says, "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me!"
I say, "I would if I could, but,
I don't do sketches from memory."

"Well", she says, "I'm right here in front of you, or haven't you looked?"
I say," all right, I know, but I don't have my drawing book!"
She gives me a napkin, she says, "you can do it on that"
I say, "yes I could but,
I don't know where my pencil is at!"

She pulls one out from behind her ear
She says "all right now, go ahead, draw me, I'm standing right here"
I make a few lines, and I show it for her to see
Well she takes a napkin and throws it back
And says "that don't look a thing like me!"

I said, "Oh, kind miss, it most certainly does"
She says, "you must be jokin.'" I say, "I wish I was!"
Then she says, "you don't read women authors, do you?"
Least that's what I think I hear her say,
"Well", I say, "how would you know and what would it matter anyway?"

"Well", she says, "you just don't seem like you do!"
I said, "you're way wrong."
She says, "which ones have you read then?" I say, "I read Erica Jong!"
She goes away for a minute and I slide up out of my chair
I step outside back to the busy street, but nobody's going anywhere

Well my heart's in the Highlands, with the horses and hounds
Way up in the border country, far from the towns
With the twang of the arrow and a snap of the bow
My heart's in the Highlands
Can't see any other way to go

Every day is the same thing out the door
Feel further away then ever before
Some things in life, it gets too late to learn
Well, I'm lost somewhere
I must have made a few bad turns

I see people in the park forgetting their troubles and woes
They're drinking and dancing, wearing bright colored clothes
All the young men with their young women looking so good
Well, I'd trade places with any of them
In a minute, if I could

I'm crossing the street to get away from a mangy dog
Talking to myself in a monologue
I think what I need might be a full length leather coat
Somebody just asked me
If I registered to vote

The sun is beginning to shine on me
But it's not like the sun that used to be
The party's over, and there's less and less to say
I got new eyes
Everything looks far away

Well, my heart's in the Highlands at the break of day
Over the hills and far away
There's a way to get there, and I'll figure it out somehow
But I'm already there in my mind
And that's good enough for now.

Bob Dylan.

Later, listeners, we'll have some updates on that interesting performer.

Letty was only fooling
While I was googling the net
It's a story as old as Adam and Eve.
I was making serious,
While Letty was making believe.

I want to know who James E. Timpano is or was.

Well, by golly, Raggedy. We 'uns is a gonna find out.

If Wikipedia is playing a joke on us, I don't think it's very nice, being that it's the first day of Autumn and not April Fool's day. hmmmm. I was born in April.

You know, Raggedy. As I once said, it took me two years to find the short story "How Beautiful Are Thy Feet Wearing Shoes", and when I finally did, I had never heard of the author, but Wikipedia may have your number, honey.

Well, listeners. Maybe the encyclopaedia Britannica is where we should go.

Hey, Lord, 'ellpus already. <smile>

You rang?


I can confirm that he is the fellow you found earlier on in the thread.

He gave up being a gangster in the 70's, and turned to breeding miniature poodles.



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Laughing, 'ellpus. I found the same inane letter of approval. Well here's to our Brit at the manor:




Music by Harold Arlen. Lyrics by E.Y. Harburg.

Oh Lydia, oh Lydia, say, have you met Lydia?
Lydia The Tattooed Lady.
She has eyes that folks adore so,
and a torso even more so.
Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia.
Oh Lydia The Queen of Tattoo.
On her back is The Battle of Waterloo.
Beside it, The Wreck of the Hesperus too.
And proudly above waves the red, white, and blue.
You can learn a lot from Lydia!

La-la-la...la-la-la.
La-la-la...la-la-la.

When her robe is unfurled she will show you the world,
if you step up and tell her where.
For a dime you can see Kankakee or Paree,
or Washington crossing The Delaware.

La-la-la...la-la-la.
La-la-la...la-la-la.

Oh Lydia, oh Lydia, say, have you met Lydia?
Lydia The Tattooed Lady.
When her muscles start relaxin',
up the hill comes Andrew Jackson.
Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia.
Oh Lydia The Queen of them all.
For two bits she will do a mazurka in jazz,
with a view of Niagara that nobody has.
And on a clear day you can see Alcatraz.
You can learn a lot from Lydia!

La-la-la...la-la-la.
La-la-la...la-la-la.

Come along and see Buffalo Bill with his lasso.
Just a little classic by Mendel Picasso.
Here is Captain Spaulding exploring the Amazon.
Here's Godiva, but with her pajamas on.

La-la-la...la-la-la.
La-la-la...la-la-la.

Here is Grover Whelan unveilin' The Trilon.
Over on the west coast we have Treasure Isle-on.
Here's Nijinsky a-doin' the rhumba.
Here's her social security numba.

La-la-la...la-la-la.
La-la-la...la-la-la.

Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia.
Oh Lydia The Champ of them all.
She once swept an Admiral clear off his feet.
The ships on her hips made his heart skip a beat.
And now the old boy's in command of the fleet,
for he went and married Lydia!

I said Lydia...
(He said Lydia...)
They said Lydia...
We said Lydia, la, la!

Thanks anyway, oh, encyclopaedia of Britania.

Looks like edgar may miss this

........and here's one for Mr Timpano.....


How much is that doggie in the window (arf, arf)
The one with the waggley tail
How much is that doggie in the window (arf, arf)
I do hope that doggie's for sale

I must take a trip to California
And leave my poor sweetheart alone
If he has a dog he won't be lonesome
And the doggie will have a good home

How much is that doggie in the window (arf, arf)
The one with the waggley tail
How much is that doggie in the window (arf, arf)
I do hope that doggie's for sale

I read in the papers there are robbers (roof, roof)
With flashlights that shine in the dark
My love needs a doggie to protect him
And scare them away with one bark

I don't want a bunny or a kitty
I don't want a parrot that talks
I don't want a bowl of little fishies
He can't take a goldfish for a walk

How much is that doggie in the window (arf, arf)
The one with the waggley tail
How much is that doggie in the window (arf, arf)
I do hope that doggie's for sale

Ah, colorbook. Let's hope not. I know how much edgar reveres Dylan.

'ellpus, that doggie in the window is barking at colorbook's cat. So please, limey:





The Tiger Rag --Joe Jackson



Hold that tiger
Hold that tiger
Hold that tiger
Hold that tiger
Hold that tiger
Hold that tiger
Hold that tiger
Where's that tiger?
Where's that tiger?
Where's that tiger?
Where's that tiger?
Where's that tiger?
Where's that tiger?
Where's that tiger?

Well, listeners. I do believe that Raggedy's "man" will be forever lost in time's worn sand.

and why do they call the Brits limeys, Listeners?

Somehow, tonight and out of the blue comes this song that I send to you:



A mainstay of the Grateful Dead's concert performances, and now played by Ratdog, Phil Lesh & Friends, The Other Ones etc.

Truckin' got my chips cashed in
Keep truckin' like the doodah man
Together, more or less in line
Just keep truckin' on

Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street
Chicago, New York, Detroit and its all the same street
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings

Dallas got a soft machine
Houston too close to New Orleans
New York got the ways and means
But just won't let you be

Most of the cats that you meet on the street speak of true love
Most of the time they're sitting and crying at home
One of these days they know they gotta get going
Out of the door and into the street all alone

Truckin' like the doodah man
Once told me "Gotta play your hand
Sometimes the cards ain't worth a dime
If you don't lay them down"

Sometimes the lights all shining on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long strange trip it's been

What in the world ever became of sweet Jane? (she's on Reyn's collage)
She lost her sparkle you know she isn't the same
Living on reds and vitamin C and cocaine
All her friends can say is ain't it a shame

Truckin' up to Buffalo
Been thinking you got to mellow slow
Takes time, you pick a place to go
Just keep truckin' on.

Galveston-Glenn campbell


Galveston, oh Galveston,
I still hear your sea winds blowin'.
I still see her dark eyes glowin',
She was twenty one when I left Galveston.

Galveston, oh Galveston,
I still hear your sea waves crashin',
While I watch the cannons flashin',
I clean my gun and dream of Galveston.

I still see her standing by the water.
Standing there looking out to the sea.
And is she waiting there for me,
On the beach where we used to run?

Galveston, oh Galveston,
I am so afraid of dyin',
Before I dry the tears she's cryin',
Before I watch your sea birds flying in the sun,
At Galveston.
At Galveston.

here's another tune that i'm sure will ring true in the days following rita, as crews go to help restore power

Wichita Lineman
Glen Campbell

I am a lineman for the county and I drive the main road
Searchin' in the sun for another overload
I hear you singin' in the wire, I can hear you through the whine
And the Wichita Lineman is still on the line

I know I need a small vacation but it don't look like rain
And if it snows that stretch down south won't ever stand the strain
And I need you more than want you, and I want you for all time
And the Wichita Lineman is still on the line

<instrumental interlude-first two lines>

And I need you more than want you, and I want you for all time
And the Wichita Lineman is still on the line

<instrumental to end>

Yep, that's a good one

You know, colorbook and dj. I always have enjoyed Glen Campbell. He couldn't act worth a hoot, but his songs were great and his voice was nice to hear.

I think it's great to go back in time, occasionally, right listeners?

Just a little something for our fans and listeners now from Miss Letty:

YOU LIGHT UP MY LIFE (Debbie Boone)

So many nights I sit by my window
Waiting for someone to sing me his song
So many dreams I kept deep inside me
Alone in the dark but now
You've come along

You light up my life
You give me hope
To carry on
You light up my days
and fill my nights with song

Rollin' at sea, adrift on the water
Could it be finally I'm turning for home?
Finally, a chance to say hey,
I love You
Never again to be all alone

You light up my life
You give me hope
To carry on
You light up my days
and fill my nights with song

You light up my life
You give me hope
To carry on
You light up my days
and fill my nights with song

It can't be wrong
When it feels so right
'Cause You
You light up my life

Nice one Letty. When that first came out, I ran out to buy the 45. (yep the 45, kind of sounds foreign now, doesn't it?)