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How in the world does that turtle get in here so fast.

Well, Yit, I, for one, didn't know that. Thanks, though, for the info.

Thanks for the site Letty. Still waiting for Yvonne DeCarlo to show up on TV doing her dance of the seven veils in "Song of Scheherezade. (And Kullman's version of Song of India. )

I don't see "Till the End of Time", Chopin - Perry Como's smash hit.

You're quite welcome, PA. Hmmmm. I had forgotten about that adaptation, but was stunned to see some of the others.

This one was a shocker, listeners:


From the halls of Montezuma to the shores of Tripoli.

We fight our country's battles in the air, on land and sea.

First to fight for right and freedom, and to keep our honor clean;

We are proud to claim the title of United States Marine.

Our Flag's unfurled to every breeze from dawn to setting sun.

We have fought in every clime and place, where we could take a gun.

In the snow of far off northern lands and in sunny tropic scenes,

You will find us always on the job, the United States Marines.

Here's health to you and to our Corps, which we are proud to serve.

In many a strife we've fought for life and never lost our nerve.

If the Army and the Navy ever look on heaven's scenes,

they will find the streets are guarded by United States Marines.

That was taken from Offenbach

this might have something to do with it, as Muddy Waters often claimed.

Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you
Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you
I wanna love you so bad till I don't know what to do

I'm going down to Louisiana to get me a mojo hand
I'm going down to Louisiana to get me a mojo hand
I'm gonna have all you women right here at my command

Got my mojo working (echoed by the crowd)
Got my mojo working (echoed by the crowd)
Got my mojo working (echoed by the crowd)
Got my mojo working (echoed by the crowd)
Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you

Play on! (instrumental break)

Got my mojo working (echoed by the crowd)
Got my mojo working (echoed by the crowd)
Got my mojo working (echoed by the crowd)
Got my mojo working (echoed by the crowd)
Got my mojo working, but it - uh uh - just won't work on you

oooooooo, Halloween approaches and Yit has that Mojo movin ', Love it, buddy. Hey, you got any "telling" songs in your very capable head?

hm, this is the closest thing i can think of.

You never know how much I really love you
You'll never know how much I really care

Listen, do you want to know a secret
Do you promise not to tell, woh, woh, woh
Closer, let me whisper in your ear

Say the words you long to hear
I'm in love with you, oo

Listen, do you want to know a secret
Do you promise not to tell, woh, woh, woh
Closer, let me whisper in your ear
Say the words you long to hear
I'm in love with you, oo

I've known a secret for a week or two
Nobody knows just we two

Listen, do you want to know a secret
Do you promise not to tell, woh, woh, woh
Closer, let me whisper in your ear
Say the words you long to hear
I'm in love with you, oo, oo

Well, honey. That's close enough, right listeners?

Here's a request song, listeners:


Telling
» World On A Wing

The world keeps spinning 'round
Spinning while you sleep
Flying 'way the minutes
Minutes never keep
Wheels turning on ahead
Turning by so fast
Time is on no one's side
Nothing never lasts
On and on and on, on and on
WORLD ON A WING
Pay the piper, he'll soon be gone
WORLD ON A WING
The world keeps turning 'round
Turning in a dance
Moving never stopping
Are there any accidents?
Clocks turning on ahead
I take no faith in luck
Everything will pass someday
Always in a flux
On and on and on, on and on
WORLD ON A WING
Pay the piper, he'll soon be gone
WORLD ON A WING
French horn - Jeff de Rosa
Cello - Harry Gilbert

Just saying hi ! Luscious Lips Letty..
We must have a good chat this coming winter. Take care xx

Great Luscious Lips Letty, but can it compete with Zimmerman's Lay lady lay? :wink:

Well, Mathos, they are both artists and wordsmiths. <smile>

So, listeners, here's for Mathos:

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Whatever colors you have in your mind
I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile
Until the break of day, let me see you make him smile
His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean
And you're the best thing that he's ever seen

Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile
Why wait any longer for the world to begin
You can have your cake and eat it too
Why wait any longer for the one you love
When he's standing in front of you

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the night
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead

To spendius:

Sorry you don't like the bios. Of course I'll stop doing them if people find them to be offensive. I thought I was being helpful. If I find the dissenters number more than one I'll cease. Does that sound fair?

Bob

Yes-that's fair enough.But I have seen incidents where people got on a microphone and wouldn't shut up and the bourgeois audience were fed up with it but too polite and well mannered to say so.

I'm just bad mannered.

But I did tell your "elephant in the hand" joke tonight in the pub and it got a real good laugh.So thanks for that.The first punch line got a good laugh but the second one killed 'em.I haven't yet worked out how best to do the "am I getting in the bath or am I getting out" joke but it is worth working on.If I can get it a bit more logical I might be able to score when the time comes for me to go into an old folks home.I liked the other one as well.

Stick to your own fun mate.Never mind Wikkiewhatsit.

Sorry but all the best.

Bob, my favorite hawkman, I cannot tell you how much I have learned from your bios. No one here has ever been put off by your informative and delightful background on folks we think we know, then rediscover.

Let's hear it for our Bob, listeners!

Speaking of which. Anyone here ever bob for apples? Where in this world did that custom emerge?

THE ORIGIN OF "BOBBING FOR APPLES"
Romans honored the dead with a festival called Feralia in late October. It honored Pomona, their goddess of fruit trees who was often pictured wearing a crown of apples. During this festival, they ran races and played games to honor the "Apple Queen" and used omens such as apple parings thrown over the shoulder or nuts burned in the fire in order to predict the future concerning their marital prospects. When the Romans conquered the Celts, they combined local Samhain customs with their own pagan harvest festival. Bobbing for apples was derived from this blended pagan celebration.

For my dad:



The Old Apple Tree
Oh! The old apple tree in the orchard,
Lives in my memory,
'Cause it reminds me of my Pappy,
He was handsome, young and happy
When he planted the old apple tree.

Then one day Pappy took Widder Norton
Out on a jamboree,
And when he took her home at sun-up,
Brother Norton raised his gun up,
And chased Pappy up in the tree.

When the neighbors came after my Pappy,
Up in the tree was he,
The neighbors took a rope and strung him
By the neck and then they hung him
To a branch of the old apple tree.

Now my poor Pappy lies in the orchard
Out of his misery.
They put the apples in the basket,
Chopped the tree down for a casket,
And my poor Pappy's gone with the tree.

Say "Good-bye,"
Say "Good-bye,"
Say "Good-bye" to the old apple tree.
If my Pappy had a knowed it,
He be sorry that he growed it,
'Cause he died on the old apple tree.

Dinner with friends tonight.

Mellow as a rat ....

Cheers everybody, love ya.

Bye

McT

Oh, my Gawd, folks. McTag drops in to say he's mellow as a rat?

It's way past his bedtime, but something tells me no one will have to rock him to sleep.

Mellow as a rat is short for pissed as a fart.

Letty xxx

smoochy smoochy smoo

McT