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i don't know why, but i'm feelin' all irish tonight

maybe i'm just full of blarney

Courtin' In The Kitchen
Traditional

Come single belle and beau, unto me pay attention
Don't ever fall in love, for it's the devil's own invention
For once I fell in love with a maiden so bewitching
Miss Henrietta Bell out in Captain Kelly's kitchen

With me toora loora la and me toora loora laddie
And me toora loora la and me toora loora laddie

At the age of seventeen I was 'prenticed to a grocer
Not far from Stephen's Green where Miss Henri' used to go sir
Her manners were sublime and she set me heart a-twitchin'
When she invited me to a hooley in the kitchen

With me toora loora la and me toora loora laddie
And me toora loora la and me toora loora laddie

Oh, next Sunday bein' the day that we were to have the flare-up
I dressed meself quite gay and I frizzed and oiled me hair up
The Captain had no wife and he had gone a-fishin'
And we kicked up high life down below stairs in the kitchen

With me toora loora la and me toora loora laddie
And me toora loora la and me toora loora laddie

With her arm around me waist, she slyly hinted marriage
To the door in dreadful haste came Captain Kelly's carriage
Her eyes were full of hate and poison she was spittin'
When the Captain at the door, walked right into the kitchen

With me toora loora la and me toora loora laddie
And me toora loora la and me toora loora laddie

When the Captain came downstairs, though he saw me situation
In despite of all me prayers I was marched off to the station
For me they'd take no bail, but to get home I was itchin'
And I had to tell the tale, how I came into the kitchen

With me toora loora la and me toora loora laddie
And me toora loora la and me toora loora laddie

Now, I said she did invite me, but she gave a flat denial
For assault she did indict me, and I was sent for trial
She swore I robbed the house and in spite of all her schreechin'
And I got six months hard for me courtin' in the kitchen

With me toora loora la and me toora loora laddie
And me toora loora la and me toora loora laddie


Barnyards Of Delgaty
Traditional

As I got down to Turra market, Turra market for to fee
I fell in with a wealthy farmer, the barnyards of Delgaty

A linten addie toorin addie, linten addie toorin ae
Linten lowrin lowrin lowrin, the barnyards of Delgaty

He promised me the one best horse that e'er I set my eyes upon
When I got to the barnyards, there was nothing there but skin and bone

A linten addie toorin addie, linten addie toorin ae
Linten lowrin lowrin lowrin, the barnyards of Delgaty

As I go down to church on Sunday, many's the bonnie lass I see
Sitting by her mothers side, winkin' over the pews at me

A linten addie toorin addie, linten addie toorin ae
Linten lowrin lowrin lowrin, the barnyards of Delgaty

Now, I can drink and no be drunken, I can fight and no be slain
I can court with another mans lass and still be welcome to me ain

A linten addie toorin addie, linten addie toorin ae
Linten lowrin lowrin lowrin, the barnyards of Delgaty

Ah, now my candle is burnt oot, my snotter's fairly on the wane
Fare ye well ye barnyards, you'll never see me here again

A linten addie toorin addie, linten addie toorin ae
Linten lowrin lowrin lowrin, the barnyards of Delgaty


The Bard Of Armagh
Traditional

Oh, list to the lay of a poor Irish harper
And scorn not the strains of his old withered hand
But remember his fingers they once could move sharper
To raise up the memory of his dear native land

At a fair or a wake I could twist my shillelagh
Or trip through a jig with my brogues bound with straw
And all the pretty colleens in the village or the valley
Loved their bold Phelim Brady, the bard of Armagh

Oh, how I long to muse on the days of my boyhood
Though four-score and three years have flitted since then
But it bring sweet reflections as every young joy should
For the merry-hearted boys make the best of old men

And when Sergeant Death in his cold arms shall embrace me
Then lull me to sleep with sweet Erin go Bragh
By the side of my Kathleen, my young wife, then place me
And forget Phelim Brady, the bard of Armagh


The Gentleman Soldier
Traditional

Well, it's of a gentleman soldier as a sentry he did stand
He saluted a fair maid by a waving of his hand
So boldly then he kissed her and he passed it off as a joke
He drilled her up in the sentry box wrapped up in a soldier's cloak

And the drums they go with a rata ta tat
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare thee well Polly me dear, I must be going away

All night they tossed and tumbled til daylight did appear
The soldier rose, put on his clothes, saying, fare you well me dear
For the drums they are a sounding and the fifes does sweetly play
If it weren't for that dear Polly then along with you I'd stay

And the drums they go with a rata ta tat
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare thee well Polly me dear, I must be going away

Oh, come you gentleman soldier won't you marry me
Oh no, me dearest Polly such things never can be
For I've a wife already and children I have three
Two wives are allowed in the army but one's too many for me

And the drums they go with a rata ta tat
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare thee well Polly me dear, I must be going away

If anyone comes a courting you, you can treat them to a glass
If anyone comes a courting you, you can say you're a country lass
You don't have to tell them that ever you played this joke
That you were drilled in a sentry box wrapped up in a soldier's cloak

And the drums they go with a rata ta tat
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare thee well Polly me dear, I must be going away

Oh, come you gentleman soldier, why didn't you tell me so
My parents will be angry when this they come to know
And when nine long months hade come and passed the poor girl she brought shame
She had a little militia boy and she didn't know his name

And the drums they go with a rata ta tat
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare thee well Polly me dear, I must be going away


The Work Of The Weavers
Traditional

We're all met together here to sit and to crack
Wi' our glasses in our hands and our work upon our back
There's nae a trade among 'em that can mend or can mak
If it wasn't for the work of the weavers

If it was not for the weavers, what would you do?
You wouldn'a hae the clothes that's made of wool
You wouldn'a hae a coat of the black or the blue
If it was not for the work of the weavers

There's soldiers and there's sailors and glaziers and all
There's doctors and there's ministers and them that live by law
And our friends in Sooth America, though them we never saw
But we can they wear the work of the weavers

If it was not for the weavers, what would you do?
You wouldn'a hae the clothes that's made of wool
You wouldn'a hae a coat of the black or the blue
If it was not for the work of the weavers

Though weavin' is a trade that never can fail
As long as we need clothes for to keep another hale
So let us all be merry o'er a bicker of good ale
And we'll drink to the health of the weavers

If it was not for the weavers, what would you do?
You wouldn'a hae the clothes that's made of wool
You wouldn'a hae a coat of the black or the blue
If it was not for the work of the weavers

Kitty
Traditional

Oh Kitty, my darling, remember
That the doom will be mine if I stay
It's far better to part though it's hard to
Than to rot in their prison away
It's far better to part though it's hard to
Than to rot in their prison away

So softly he then kissed her pale lips
'Twas the same story over an o'er
Hush Mavourneen, the police are watching
And you know that I must go ashore
Hush Mavourneen, the police are watching
And you know that I must go ashore

In a day I'll be over the mountain
There'll be time enough left for to cry
So good night and God guard you forever
And write to me won't you, good bye
So good night and God guard you forever
And write to me won't you, good bye


Nell Flaherty's Drake
Traditional

Oh my name it is Nell and the truth for to tell
I come from Cootehill which I'll never deny
I had a fine drake and I'd die for his sake
That me grandmother left me and she goin' to die
The dear little fellow his legs they were yellow
He could fly like a swallow or swim like a hake
Till some dirty savage to grease his white cabbage
Most wantonly murdered me beautiful drake

Now his neck it was green almost fit to be seen
He was fit for a queen of the highest degree
His body was white, and it would you delight
He was plump, fat, and heavy and brisk as a bee
He was wholesome and sound, he would weigh twenty pound
And the universe round I would roam for his sake
Bad luck to the robber be he drunk or sober
That murdered Nell Flaherty's beautiful drake

May his spade never dig, may his sow never pig
May each hair in his wig be well trashed with the flail
My his door never latch, may his roof have no thatch
May his turkeys not hatch, may the rats eat his meal
May every old fairy from Cork to Dun Laoghaire
Dip him snug and airy in river or lake
That the eel and the trout they may dine on the snout
Of the monster that murdered Nell Flaherty's drake

May his pig never grunt, may his cat never hunt
May a ghost ever haunt him the dead of the night
May his hens never lay, may his horse never neigh
May his coat fly away like an old paper kite
That the flies and the fleas may the wretch ever tease
May the piercin' March breeze make him shiver and shake
May a lump of the stick raise the bumps fast and quick
On the monster that murdered Nell Flaherty's drake

Well the only good news that I have to infuse
Is that old Paddy Hughes and young Anthony Blake
Also Johnny Dwyer and Corney Maguire
They each have a grandson of my darlin' drake
May treasure have dozens of nephews and cousins
And one I must get or me heart it will break
For to set me mind easy or else I'll run crazy
So ends the whole song of Nell Flaherty's drake


The Waxies Dargle
Traditional

Says my oul wan to your oul wan will you come to the Waxies Dargle
Says your oul wan to my oul wan sure I haven't got a farthin'
I went down to Monto Town to see young Kill McArdle
But he wouldn't give me a half a crown to go to the Waxies Dargle

What will you have? Will you have a pint?
I'll have a pint with you sir
And if one of you don't order soon we'll be thrown out of the boozer

Says my aul one to your aul one will you come to the Galway Races
Says your aul one to my aul one with the price of my aul lad's braces
I went down to Capel Street to the Jew man money lenders
But they wouldn't give me a couple of bob on me oul lad's red suspenders

What will you have? Will you have a pint?
I'll have a pint with you sir
And if one of you don't order soon we'll be thrown out of the boozer

Says my aul one to your aul one we have no beef nor mutton
But if we go down to Monto Town we might get a drink for nothin'
Here's a nice piece of advice I got from an aul fishmonger
When food is scarce and you see the hearse you know you've died of hunger

What will you have? Will you have a pint?
I'll have a pint with you sir
And if one of you don't order soon we'll be thrown out of the boozer

Says my oul wan to your oul wan will you come to the Waxies Dargle
Says your oul wan to my oul wan sure I haven't got a farthin'
I went down to Monto Town to see young Kill McArdle
But he wouldn't give me a half a crown to go to the Waxies Dargle

What will you have? Will you have a pint?
I'll have a pint with you sir
And if one of you don't order soon we'll be thrown out of the boozer


Mick McGuire
Traditional

Oh, me name is Mick McGuire and I'll quickly tell to you
Of a young girl I admired called Katy Donahue
She was fair and fat and forty and believe me when I say
That whenever I came in at the door you could hear her mammy say:

"Johnny, get up from the fire, get up and give the man a sate
Can't you see it's Mr McGuire and he's courting your sister Kate
Ah, you know very well he owns a farm a wee bit out of the town
Arragh, get up out of that, you impudent brat, and let Mr McGuire sit down"


Diddle e dowdle-owdle-owdle diddle e dowdle-owdle-ow
Diddle e dowdle-owdle-owdle diddle e dowdle-owdle-ow
"Ah, you know very well he owns that farm a wee bit out of the town
Arragh, get up out of that, you impudent brat, and let Mr McGuire sit down"
Now, the first time that I met her was at a dance at Tarmagee
And I very kindly asked her if she'd dance a step with me
Then I asked if I could see her home if I'd be going her way
And whenever I come in at the door you could hear her mammy say:

"Johnny, get up from the fire, get up and give the man a sate
Can't you see it's Mr McGuire and he's courting your sister Kate
Ah, you know very well he owns a farm a wee bit out of the town
Arragh, get up out of that, you impudent brat, and let Mr McGuire sit down"


Diddle e dowdle-owdle-owdle diddle e dowdle-owdle-ow
Diddle e dowdle-owdle-owdle diddle e dowdle-owdle-ow
"Ah, you know very well he owns that farm a wee bit out of the town
Arragh, get up out of that, you impudent brat, and let Mr McGuire sit down"
Ah, but now that we are married, sure her mother's changed her mind
Just because I spent the legacy her father left behind
She hasn't got the decency to bid me time of day
Now whenever I come in at the door you'd hear the old one say:

"Johnny, come up to the fire, come up, you're sitting in the draft
Can't you see it's old McGuire and he nearly drives me daft
Ah, I don't know what gets into him, for he's always on the tare
Arragh, just sit where you are and never you dare to give old McGuire the chair"


Diddle e dowdle-owdle-owdle diddle e dowdle-owdle-ow
Diddle e dowdle-owdle-owdle diddle e dowdle-owdle-ow
"Ah, I don't know what gets into him, for he's always on the tare
Arragh, just sit where you are and never you dare to give old McGuire the chair"

Well, Canada. We all know that the Irish are fey, and that they know about the widow's walk and the banshee that keens foretelling unwholesome things. Can we make that a Halloween howl? <smile>

When I was "keened" away from our little studio, I also watched a movie, Suspect Zero. It was far better than I ever imagined it would be, listeners. I would definitely recommend it on the strength of Ben Kingsley's outstanding performance alone.

A serial killer who kills serial killers? I laughed at the young man who explained its basic plot, but I can assure you all that the laughter ended quickly when I watched the movie.

So, for the strangeness of the times and the eerie of the night, this song which is designed to make us smile in the midst of fear tears.

Artist: Lyrics
Song: Zero to Hero Lyrics
Bless my soul
Herc was on a roll
Person of the week in evry Greek opinion poll
What a pro
Herc could stop a show
Point him at a monster and you're talking SRO
He was a no one
A zero, zero
Now he's a honcho
He's a hero
Here was a kid with his act down pat
From zero to hero in no time flat
Zero to hero just like that

When he smiled
The girls went wild with
oohs and aahs
And they slapped his face
On ev'ry vase
(on ev'ry "vase")

From appearance fees and royalties
Our Herc had cash to burn
Now nouveau riche and famous
He could tell you
What's a Grecian urn?

Say amen
There he goes again
Sweet and undefeated
And an awesome 10 for 10
Folks lined up
Just to watch him flex
And this perfect package
packed a pair of pretty pecs

Hercie, he comes
He sees, he conquers
Honey, the crowds were
Going bonkers
He showed the moxie brains, and spunk
From zero to hero a major hunk
Zero to hero and who'da thunk

Who put the glad in gladiator?
Hercules!
Whose daring deeds are great theater?
Hercules
Is he bold?
No one braver
Is he sweet
Our fav'rite flavor
Hercules, Hercules ...

Bless my soul
Herc was on a roll
Undefeated
Riding high
And the nicest guy
not conceited

He was a nothin'
A zero, zero
Now he's a honcho
He's a hero

He hit the heights at breackneck speed
From zero to hero
Herc is a hero
Now he's a hero
Yes indeed!

Hercules the Greek and his Roman counterpart. <smile>

djjd, just wanted you to know you have added to this thread in a very positive way, glad you are with us.

why thank you kind sir

i try my best to add what i can

Ah, a rare compliment from our cowboy. Tuck it under your pillow tonight, dj. He, of course, knows whereof he speaks.(most of the time.) Said with a smile, of course.



Blowing kisses to my friends; Following you down a road that bends;
Wanting to keep you within sight, but now it's time to say goodnight.


From Letty with love

Jesse Belvin - Goodnight My Love

Goodnight, my love,
Pleasant dreams and sleep tight, my love;
May tomorrow be sunny and bright,
And bring you closer to me.

Before you go,
There's just one thing I'd like to know -
If your love is still warm for me,
Or has it gone cold?

(Bridge:)
If you should awake in the still of the night,
Please have no fear;
Just close your eyes, then you'll realize;
That my love will watch over you, Dear, always

Goodnight, my love,
Pleasant dreams and sleep tight, my love;
May tomorrow be sunny and bright,
And bring you closer to me

(Midnight cowboy, midnight cowboy)
(He's a lonesome midnight cowboy)

Once his hopes were high as the sky
Once a dream was easy to buy
Soon his eager fingers are burned
Soon life's lonely lessons are learned

Hearts are made for caring
Life is made for sharing

Love is all that's left in the end

(Midnight cowboy, midnight cowboy)
(He's a lonesome midnight cowboy)

Hearts are made for caring
Life is made for sharing

Love is all that's left in the end
Love can turn the tide for a friend
Love can hold a dream together
FADE
Love is all

Johnny Mathis

Jerome Robbins
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Jerome Robbins (October 11, 1918-July 29, 1998) was an American choreographer whose work has included everything from classical ballet to contemporary musical theater. Among the numerous stage productions he worked on were West Side Story, High Button Shoes, Wonderful Town, Bells Are Ringing and Fiddler on the Roof.

On screen, Robbins recreated his stage dances for The King and I (1956) and shared the Best Director Oscar with Robert Wise for the film version of West Side Story (1961). That same year, the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences honored him with a special award for his choreographic achievements on film.

The son of a corset manufacturer, the New York City-born Robbins began college at New York University (NYU), but dropped out after a year to pursue dance. He studied ballet with Ella Daganova, Anthony Tudor and Eugene Loring, modern dance at the New Dance League and Spanish dancing with the famed Helen Veola.

By 1939, he was dancing in the chorus of such Broadway shows as Great Lady, The Straw Hat Revue and Keep of the Grass. Robbins was also dancing and choreographing at Camp Tamiment in the Poconos of Pennsylvania. But in 1940, he turned his back (albeit temporarily) on the theater and joined the Ballet Theatre (later known as the American Ballet Theatre). From 1941-44, Robbins was a soloist with the company, gaining notice for his Hermes in Helen of Troy, the Moor in Petrouchka and Benvolio in Romeo and Juliet.

At the same time, Broadway dance was changing. Agnes de Mille had brought not just ballet to Oklahoma, but had made dance an integral part of the drama of the musical piece. Challenged, Robbins choreographed and performed in Fancy Free, a ballet about sailors at liberty, at the Metropolitan Opera as part of the Ballet Theatre season in 1944.

Later that year, he choreographed and created On the Town, a musical based on the ballet, which effectively launched his Broadway career as a dance director. His first assignment was Billion Dollar Baby (1945) and two years later he won his first Tony Award for choreographing Nanette Fabray and Phil Silvers in High Button Shoes.

During this period, Robbins continued to create dances for the Ballet Theatre, alternating between the two for the better part of the next two decades. Barely a year went by without a new Robbins ballet and a new musical choreographed by Robbins. With George Balanchine he choreographed Jones Beach at the City Center Theatre in 1950, and directed and choreographed Irving Berlin's Call Me Madam, starring Ethel Merman.

In 1951, Robbins created the now celebrated dance sequences in Rodgers and Hammerstein's The King & I (including the children's ballet, The Small House of Uncle Thomas and the celebrated Shall We Dance? waltz between the two leads). That same year, he created The Cage for the New York City Ballet, with which he was now associated. Robbins collaborated with George Abbott on The Pajama Game (1954), which launched the career of Shirley MacLaine, worked on the 1955 Mary Martin vehicle, Peter Pan (recreated for the small screen in 1955, 1956 and 1960) and directed and co-choreographed (with Bob Fosse) Bells Are Ringing (1956), starring Judy Holliday. In 1957, he was involved with a show that some feel is one of his crowning achievements: West Side Story.

With its exuberant ballets and lively dances set in and around NYC's of Hells Kitchen, West Side Story is now hailed as a classic. But in its time, it was overshadowed by Meredith Willson's The Music Man. It did, however, earn Robbins his second Tony Award for choreography. His streak of hits continued with Gypsy (1959), another Ethel Merman vehicle. By 1962, he had turned to straight play directing with Arthur Kopit's Oh Dad, Poor Dad, Mama's Hung You in the Closet and I'm Feelin' So Sad. In 1964, Robbins won matching Tony Awards for his direction and choreography of Fiddler on the Roof, one of the most successful musicals of all time that for many years also held the record as the longest running Broadway musical. Never deserting the ballet, he continued to choreograph and stage productions for both the Joffrey Ballet and the New York City Ballet into the 1970s.

Robbins became ballet master of the New York City Ballet in 1972 and worked almost exclusively in classical dance throughout the next decade, pausing only to stage revivals of West Side Story (1980) and Fiddler on the Roof (1981). In 1981, his Chamber Dance Company toured the People's Republic of China.

The eighties saw an increased presence on TV as NBC aired Live From Studio 8H: An Evening of Jerome Robbins' Ballets with Members of the New York City Ballets and a retrospective of Robbins' choreography aired on PBS in a 1986 installment of Dance in America. The latter led to his creating the anthology show Jerome Robbins' Broadway in 1989 which recreated the most successful production numbers from his 50-plus year career. Starring Jason Alexander as the narrator, the show included stagings of cut numbers like Irving Berlin's Mr. Monotony and well-known ones like the Tradition number from Fiddler on the Roof. For his efforts, he earned a fifth Tony Award.

While Robbins' career seemed to be a charmed one, it was not without a period of difficulty. In the early 1950s, he was called to testify before the House Committee on Un-American Activities (HUAC), suspected of communist sympathies. Because he cooperated with HUAC, Robbins' career did not suffer and he was not blacklisted.

He died of a stroke at his home in New York City at the age of 79.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jerome_Robbins

"America"

I like to be in America, Okay by me in America.

Everything free in America, For a small fee in America.

I like the city of San Juan, I know a boat you can get on.

Hundreds of flowers in full bloom, Hundreds of people in each room!

Automoblie in America, Chromium steel in America.

Wire spoke wheel in America, Very big deal in America.

I'll drive a buick thru San Juan, If there's a road you can drive on.

I'll give my cousins a free ride, How you fit all of them inside?

Immigrant goes to America, Many hellos in America.

Nobody knows in America, Puerto Rico's in America.

When I will go back to San Juan, When you will shut up and get gone.

I'll give them new washing machine, what have they got there to keep clean?

I like the shores of America, Comfort is yours in America.

Knobs on the doors in America, Wall to wall floors in America.

I'll bring a T.V. to San Juan, If there's a current to turn on.

Everyone there will give big cheer, Everyone there will have moved here.

I like to be in America, Okay by me in America.

Everything free in America, For a small fee in America.

Good morning WA2K radio fans and contributors.

edgar, that was a delightful goodnight song although I am not familiar with it. Jesse Blevin sounds awesome, Texas. Thanks. and that other melody was a midnight cowboy of another sort. <smile>

Well, here's our Boston Bob with his bios. Great one on Mrs. Roosevelt, and thanks for filling us in about Jerome Robbins. Quite a talented man, no? The "America" song was excellent and a little bit of sarcasm shone through. <smile>

The sun is rising slowly from behind whispy dark clouds, and I think I see a ray of hope here in our little world of cyber radio.

Back later listeners, after I have jump started my mind with a cup of Joe.

Incidentally, here is our question for the day:

What was the name of Franklin Roosevelt's dog?

Good morning, Letty. Just poking my head in to see how you're making out with the new computer. Everything sorted out now? :wink:

Good day WA2K.

Today's birthdays:

1616 - Andreas Gryphius, German writer (d. 1664)
1661 - Melchior de Polignac, French diplomat (d. 1742)
1671 - King Frederick IV of Denmark (d. 1730)
1675 - Samuel Clarke, English philosopher (d. 1729)
1738 - Arthur Phillip, British admiral, Governor of New South Wales (d. 1814)
1758 - Heinrich Wilhelm Matthäus Olbers, German astronomer (d. 1840)
1788 - Simon Sechter, Austrian music teacher (d. 1867)
1815 - Pierre Napoleon Bonaparte, Italian-born adventurer and politician (d.1881)
1821 - George Williams, English founder of the YMCA (d. 1905)
1844 - Henry Heinz, American food manufacturer (d. 1916)
1863 - Louis Cyr, Canadian strongman (d. 1912)
1872 - Harlan F. Stone, Chief Justice of the United States (d. 1946)
1881 - Hans Kelsen, Austrian legal theorist
1884 - Friedrich Bergius, German chemist, Nobel Prize laureate (d. 1949)
1884 - Eleanor Roosevelt, First Lady of the United States (d. 1962)
1885 - François Mauriac, French writer (d. 1970)
1895 - Jakov Gotovac, Croatian composer (d. 1982)
1918 - Jerome Robbins, American choreographer (d. 1998)
1919 - Art Blakey, American jazz drummer (d. 1990)
1919 - Jean Vander Pyl, American voice actress (d. 1999)
1924 - Mal Whitfield, American athlete
1925 - Elmore Leonard, American novelist
1928 - Alfonso de Portago, Spanish race car driver (d. 1957)
1930 - Sam Johnson, American politician
1932 - Dottie West, American singer (d. 1991)
1939 - Maria Bueno, Brazilian tennis player
1942 - Amitabh Bachchan, Indian actor, singer, and producer
1943 - John Nettles, English actor
1946 - Sawao Kato, Japanese gymnast
1949 - Daryl Hall, American musician
1951 - Jean-Jacques Goldman, French singer and songwriter
1953 - David Morse, American actor
1956 - Nicanor Duarte Frutos, President of Paraguay
1957 - Dawn French, Welsh comedienne
1961 - Steve Young, American football player
1962 - Nicola Bryant, British actress
1962 - Joan Cusack, American actress and comedienne
1966 - Luke Perry, American actor
1969 - Prince Constantijn of the Netherlands
1970 - U-God, American rapper
1972 - Claudia Black, Australian actress
1977 - Claudia Palacios, Colombian television journalist
1977 - Ty Wigginton, baseball player
1985 - Michelle Trachtenberg, American actress
1989 - Michelle Wie, American golfer



Fala

Well, welcome back to our studio, B.C. Let's just say that a new pc doesn't always sweep well.

Wanted to show you a picture of John Bartlett, Reyn, but first I need to check out Raggedy's celebs.

Letty
Jesse Belvin was the author of Earth Angel.
He was part of a rock n roll show that visited the deep south during the racially charged times. The day before his final concert, threats were made, but nobody called to account for them. After the concert ended, Jesse and his wife drove away. They died in a fiery crash. No connection to the threats was officially established, but it is hard to discount their maker in my mind.

Well, there's our Raggedy. Thanks, gal for the celeb updates, and what a subtle way to give us the answer to the question of the day.

Now for a song from that Oates guy along with Hall:






Hall & Oates - Halfway There Lyrics



Girl we've come together
And then we've felt the sadness
That comes when it's thru
Do we walk our own way in a world turned blue
Oh it's true that I can't see rhyme or reason
And when feeling's out of season
What can I do
Except try to walk away with you

You and I are halfway there
On some road to somewhere
Can I be the one
You and I are halfway there
Can't we go all the way

We were born in the brave new world
Taught to be modern little boys and girls
Then they tried to take our imagination away
When the guns are firing somewhere
And there's evil in the air
What can be do
Except try to say what's true
You know what's true?
This is true girl



Oh we must go on
Oh girl, we can't turn back
We can't retreat
We've gotta attack
Be here right now
I'll be here for you
My love won't die
We've gotta break
Break on through

McTag surely knows the answer :wink:

Wow! edgar. Thanks for that tragic info.

Francis, my goodness you slipped right past us with your usual compression. If McTag knows the answer to Fala it will be a bit before he can chime in, Paris, because he may be in the land of Taj Mahal as we speak. <smile>

Has McTag changed his plans?

McTag India - November.

While out walking on the African veld one day,
a missionary suddenly came face to face with a
lion. Thinking that his situation was hopeless,
he sank to his knees in prayer, but then became
greatly relieved when the lion got down on his
knees beside him.

"Dear brother lion," said the missionary, "how
heartening it is to find you joining me in
Christian prayer when a few moments ago I
feared for my life!"

"Don't interrupt," growled the lion, "while I'm
saying grace!"