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Beautiful Boy

Close your eyes
Have no fear
The monster's gone
He's on the run and your daddy's here

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful boy
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful boy

Before you go to sleep
Say a little prayer
Every day in every way
It's getting better and better

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful boy
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful boy

Out on the ocean sailing away
I can hardly wait
To see you come of age
But I guess we'll both just have to be patient
'cause it's a long way to go
A hard row to hoe
Yes it's a long way to go
But in the meantime

Before you cross the street
Take my hand
Life is what happens to you
While you're busy making other plans

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful boy
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful boy

Before you go to sleep
Say a little prayer
Every day in every way
It's getting better and better

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful boy
Darling, darling, darling
Darling sean

Fern Hill
By Dylan Thomas

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honored among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.
And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.
All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.
And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.
And honored among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways,
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace,
Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

The Kick Under the Table
-Edgar Guest


After a man has been married awhile,
And his wife has grown used to his manner
And style,
When she knows form the twinkle that lights
Up his eye
The thoughts he is thinking, the wherefore and
Why,
And just what he'll say, and just what he'll do,
And is sure that he'll make a bad break ere he's
Through,
She has one little trick that she'll work when
She's able-
She takes a sly kick at him under the table.
He may fancy the story he's telling is true,
Or he's doing the thing which is proper to do;
He may fancy he's holding his own with the
Rest,
The life of the party and right at his best,
When quickly he learns to his utter dismay,
That he mustn't say what he's just started to say.
He is stopped at the place where he hoped to
Begin,
By his wife, who has taken at kick at his shin.
If he picks the wrong fork for the salad, he
Knows,
That fact by the feel of his wife's slippered toes.
If he's started a bit of untellable news,
On the calf of his leg there is planted a bruise.
Oh, I wonder sometimes what would happen to
Me
If the wife were not seated just where she
Could be
On guard every minute to watch every trick,
And keep me in line all the time with her kick.

I feel so bad I've got a worried mind
I'm so lonesome all the time
Since I left my baby behind on blue bayou

Saving nickels, saving dimes, working 'till the sun don't shine
Looking forward to happier times on blue bayou
I'm going back some day come what may to blue bayou
Where you sleep all day and the catfish play on blue bayou

All those fishing boats with their sails afloat if I could only see
That familiar sunrise through sleepy eyes, how happy I'd be

Go to see my baby again
And to be with some of my friends
Maybe I'd be happy then on blue bayou

I'm going back some day, gonna stay on blue bayou
Where the folks are fine and the world is mine on blue bayou
Oh, that girl of mine by my side the silver moon and the evening tide
Oh, some sweet day gonna take away this hurtin' inside
I'll never be blue, my dreams come true on blue bayou

Stephen Crane
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.



Stephen Crane (November 1, 1871 - June 5, 1900) was an American writer. He was born in Newark, New Jersey, and began his career as a journalist, working, according to his own account, as a "slum reporter" in New York City. The experience provided him with important material for his first novel, Maggie: A Girl of the Streets. Crane released the book under a pseudonym and paid for the publishing himself. It was not a commercial success, though it was praised by several critics of the time.

This was followed by The Red Badge of Courage (1895), a powerful tale of the American Civil War. The book won international acclaim for its realism and psychological depth in telling the story of a young soldier facing the horrors and triumphs of war for the first time. Crane never experienced battle personally, but conducted interviews with a number of veterans, some of whom may have suffered from what is now called post-traumatic stress disorder. Because his depiction of the psychological as well as military aspect of war was so accurate, he was hired by a number of newspapers as a correspondent during the Greco-Turkish (1897) and Spanish-American wars (1898). In 1896 the boat in which he accompanied an American expedition to Cuba was wrecked, leaving Crane adrift for fourteen days. A result of the incident was Crane's development of tuberculosis, which would eventually become fatal. He recounted these experiences in The Open Boat and Other Tales (1898). In 1897, Crane settled in England, where he befriended writers Joseph Conrad and Henry James. Shortly before his death, he released Whilomville Stories (1900), the most commercially successful of the twelve books he wrote. Crane died of tuberculosis, aged only 28, in Badenweiler, Germany.

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

Victoria de los Ángeles
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

The Catalan singer Victoria de los Ángeles (Catalan: Victòria dels Àngels) (November 1, 1923 - January 15, 2005) was a well-known soprano whose career spanned the early 1940s to the mid 1970s. She began as an opera singer but turned increasingly to lieder in her later years, in particular Spanish and French songs.

De los Angeles was born Victoria Gómez Cima into a poor Catalan family in Barcelona. She studied as the Barcelona Conservatory, graduating in just three years in 1941 at age 18. That year, she made her operatic debut as Mimi a the Liceu, but then resumed her musical studies.

In 1945, de los Angeles returned to the Liceu to make her professional debut as the Countess in The Marriage of Figaro in Barcelona. After winning first prize in the Geneva International Competition in 1947, she sang Salud in Falla's La Vida Breve with the BBC in London in 1948.

In 1949 she made her first appearance in a the Paris Opèra as Marguerite. In 1950, she made her debut at Salzburg and Royal Opera House, Covent Garden as Mimi, and she continued to appear there regularly until 1961. She also sang at Milan's La Scala from 1950 to 1956.

In October 1950, de los Angeles made her American debut with a recital at Carnegie Hall. The following March, she made her Metropolitan Opera debut in New York as Marguerite, and sang with the company until 1961. In 1957 she sang at the Vienna State Opera.

After making her debut at the Bayreuth Festival as Elisabeth in 1961, de los Angeles devoted herself principally to a concert career. However, she continued to make occasional appearances in one of her favourite operatic roles, Carmen, during the subsequent twenty years.

Though Carmen lay comfortably in her range (she was perhaps a natural mezzo-ssoprano), she nevertheless sang the major soprano roles. Along with Montserrat Caballé, she was a true exponent of bel-canto singing. De los Angeles performed regularly in song recitals with singers Elisabeth Schwarzkopf and Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau and pianists Gerald Moore and Geoffrey Parsons.

Among her best known operatic roles were Donna Anna, Rosina, Manon, Nedda, Desdemona, Cio-Cio-San, Violetta, and Mélisande.

In 2005, de los Angeles died at Barcelona at age 81. Those close to her said her voice was still beautiful to the end.

De Los Angeles married Enrique Magriñá in 1948 and had two sons, one of which survived her

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

Lyle Lovett
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


Lyle Lovett (born in Klein, Texas on November 1, 1957) is an American singer-songwriter.

He attended Texas A&M University, studying German and Journalism. Lovett's music career began as a songwriter, but he soon signed with MCA Records in 1986 and released his self-titled debut album. A selected discography of his musical work is below.

While typically associated with the country genre, the music of Lyle Lovett is broader in scope. His albums typically incorporate folk, swing, blues, jazz and gospel music as well as more traditional country styling.

He has won four Grammy Awards, including Best Country Album (1996 for The Road to Ensenada), Best Country Duo/Group with Vocal (1994 for "Blues For Dixie" with Asleep at the Wheel), Best Pop Vocal Collaboration (1994 for "Funny How Time Slips Away" with Al Green), and Best Country Male Vocal (1989 for Lyle Lovett and His Large Band).

Away from music, Lovett has acted in a number of films including three directed by Robert Altman - The Player (1992), Short Cuts (1993) and Prêt-à-Porter (1994) - and The Opposite of Sex starring Christina Ricci. More recently, he has acted in The New Guy (2002). His television acting forays include Mad About You and Dharma & Greg.

Lovett's personal life was brought to the fore during the mid-1990s when he married actress Julia Roberts. The couple divorced in March 1995 after less than two years of marriage. He has been with his girlfriend, April Kimble, since 1999.

His small-town life was again brought to the public's attention on March 28, 2002 when Lyle was trampled by a bull on his uncle's farm in Klein. Lyle attempted to aid his uncle, Calvin Klein, and was caught by the bull and rammed into a fence before being pulled to safety by two friends. While the injury was serious, Lyle made a full recovery after six months and began touring again in the summer of 2003.

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

Funny How Time Slips Away

(words and music: by Willy Nelson)

Well hello there,
my it's been a long long time
How am I doin',
oh well I guess I'm doin' fine
It's been so long now and it seems that
It was only yesterday
Mmm, ain't it funny how time slips away

How's your new love,
I hope that he's doin' fine
Heard you told him, yes baby
That you'd love him till the end of time
Well you know, that's the same thing
that you told me
Well it seems like just the other day
Mmm, ain't it funny how time slips away

Gotta go now,
guess I'll see you hanging round
Don't know when though, oh
Never know when I'll be back in town
But I remember what I told you
That in time your gonna pay

Well ain't it surprisin' how time slips away
Yeah, ain't it surprisin' how time slips away

Good morning, WA2K radio people. What a fantastic day it is here. Lovely azure skies and not too hot.

edgar, loved your "beautiful boy" song, and Dylan is awesome, right?

colorbook, That Guest man must know about "getting it right." <smile>

Well, my goodness, listeners. There's Manchester with a great song about the blue bayou. Thanks, buddy. When are you going to India? Let us know, ok?

Bob, I am not familiar with your angel voiced lady, but thanks for informing us, hawkman.

On the other hand, Stephen Crane is one of my favorites and is so timely at the moment. Fleming is so typical of youth thinking that courage comes with scars. I particularly liked the line, "...but his mother discouraged him....". from The Red Badge. Crane could be understanted and graphic at the same time.

Speaking of the classics, folks. How about a little C.P. and the bard?

The girls today in society.
Go for classical poetry.
So to win their hearts one must quote (with ease).
Aeschylus and Euripides.
One must know Homer and, b'lieve me, Bo.
Sophocles... also Sappho-ho!
Unless you know Shelley and Keats and Pope.
Dainty debbies will call you a dope.
But the poet of them all
Who will start 'em simply ravin'.
Is the poet people call.
The bard of Stratford-on-Avon!

-refrain-
Brush up your Shakespeare.
Start quoting him now.
Brush up your Shakespeare.
And the women you will wow.
Just declaim a few lines from "Othella".
And they'll think you're a helluva fella.
If your blonde won't respond when you flatter 'er.
Tell her what Tony told Cleopaterer!
If she fights when her clothes you are mussing...
What are clothes? "Much Ado About Nussing!"
Brush up your Shakespeare.
And they'll all kowtow.

Brush up your Shakespeare.
Start quoting him now.
Brush up your Shakespeare.
And the women you will wow.
With the wife of the British ambessida.
Try a crack out of "Troilus and Cressida."
If she says she won't buy it or tike it.
Make her tike it, what's more, "As You Like It."
If she says your behavior is heinous.
Kick her right in the "Coriolanus!"
Brush up your Shakespeare.
And they'll all kowtow.

Brush up your Shakespeare.
Start quoting him now.
Brush up your Shakespeare.
And the women you will wow.
If you can't be a ham and do "Hamlet".
They will not give a damn or a damnlet.
Just recite an occasional sonnet.
And your lap'll have "Honey" upon it.
When your baby is pleading for pleasure.
Let her sample your "Measure For Measure!"
Brush up your Shakespeare.
And they'll all kowtow.

Brush up your Shakespeare.
Start quoting him now.
Brush up your Shakespeare.
And the women you will wow.
Better mention "The Merchant Of Venice".
When her sweet pound o' flesh you would menace.
If her virtue, at first, she defends---well.
Just remind her that "All's Well That Ends Well"!
And if still she won't give you a bonus.
You know what Venus got from Adonis!
Brush up your Shakespeare.
And they'll all kowtow.

Brush up your Shakespeare.
Start quoting him now.
Brush up your Shakespeare.
And the women you will wow.
If your goil is a Washington Heights dream.
Treat the kid to "A Midsummer Night's Dream."
If she then wants an all-by-herself night.
Let her rest ev'ry 'leventh or "Twelfth Night."
If because of your heat she gets huffy.
Simply play on and "Lay on, Macduffy!"
Brush up your Shakespeare.
And they'll all kowtow.

Brush up your Shakespeare.
Start quoting him now.
Brush up your Shakespeare.

Hey, Bob. I'm not familiar with Lyle, but that song by Willie is a companion to the other Willie. <smile> Thanks, Boston.

Good Morning.

I hope you had a lovely birthday, Letty.

Thanks for the bios, Bob. I'm familiar with Victoria and Lyle. Have some recordings by each. Victoria was on one of the first opera recordings (vinyl) I bought.

Today's birthdays:

846 - Louis the Stammerer, King of West Francia (d. 879)
1339 - Duke Rudolf IV of Austria (d. 1365)
1351 - Duke Leopold III of Austria (d. 1386)
1500 - Benvenuto Cellini, Italian goldsmith, sculptor, and writer (d. 1571)
1530 - Étienne de La Boétie, French judge and writer (d. 1563)
1539 - Pierre Pithou, French lawyer and scholar (d. 1596)
1567 - Diego Sarmiento de Acuña, conde de Gondomar, Spanish diplomat (d. 1626)
1578 - Dmitry Pozharsky, Russian prince (d. 1642)
1585 - Jan Brożek, Polish mathematician, physician, and astronomer (d. 1652)
1607 - Georg Philipp Harsdorffer, German poet (d. 1658)
1611 - François-Marie, comte de Broglie, Italian-born French commander (d. 1656)
1636 - Nicolas Boileau-Despréaux, French poet and critic (d. 1711)
1643 - John Strype, English historian and biographer (d. 1737)
1661 - Florent Carton Dancourt, French dramatist and actor (d. 1725)
1704 - Paul Daniel Longolius, German encylopedist (d. 1779)
1762 - Spencer Perceval, Prime Minister of Great Britain (d. 1812)
1778 - Gustav IV Adolf of Sweden (d. 1837)
1808 - John Taylor, American religious leader (d. 1887)
1860 - Boies Penrose, United States Senator from Pennsylvania (d. 1921)
1871 - Stephen Crane, American writer (d. 1900)
1877 - Roger Quilter, British composer (d. 1953)
1878 - Konrad Mägi, Estonian painter (d. 1925)
1878 - Carlos Saavedra Lamas, Argentine politician, recipient of the Nobel Peace Prize (d. 1959)
1880 - Alfred Wegener, German meteorologist and geophysicist (d. 1930)
1880 - Sholom Asch, Polish-born American writer (d. 1957)
1880 - Grantland Rice, American sports writer (d. 1954)
1886 - Hermann Broch, Austrian author (d. 1951)
1887 - L. S. Lowry, British painter of industrial scenes (d. 1976)
1889 - Philip Noel-Baker, Baron Noel-Baker, Canadian-born peace activist, recipient of the Nobel Peace Prize (d. 1982)
1892 - Alexander Alekhine, Russian-born chess player (d. 1946)
1902 - Eugen Jochum, German conductor (d. 1987)
1923 - Gordon R. Dickson, Canadian author (d. 2001)
1923 - Victoria de los Angeles, Catalan soprano (d. 2005)
1929 - Betsy Palmer, American actress
1934 - Umberto Agnelli, Swiss-born automobile executive (d. 2004)
1934 - William Mathias, British composer (d. 1992)
1935 - Gary Player, South African golfer
1935 - Edward Said, Palestinian-born literary critic (d. 2003)
1939 - Barbara Bosson, American actress
1940 - Ramesh Chandra Lahoti, Chief Justice of India
1942 - Larry Flynt, American magazine publisher
1942 - Ralph Klein, Premier of Alberta
1950 - Robert B. Laughlin, American physicist, Nobel Prize laureate
1957 - Lyle Lovett, American singer
1957 - Carlos Paião, Portuguese singer (d. 1988)
1962 - Anthony Kiedis, American singer (Red Hot Chili Peppers)
1963 - Rick Allen, British drummer (Def Leppard)
1963 - Roddy Bottum, American musician (Faith No More and Imperial Teen) - was born 1st July 1963 !!!
1967 - Sophie B. Hawkins, American musician
1972 - Toni Collette, Australian actress
1973 - Aishwarya Rai, Indian actress
1974 - VVS Laxman, Indian Cricket Player
1976 - Matt Chapman, American cartoonist and voice actor
1978 - Manju Warriar, Indian actress

Well, there's our Raggedy, folks, with her timely celeb updates. Hey, gal. Was Lyle married to Julia Roberts at one time?

I got a lot of get well messages for my birthday, incidentally.

Now here's an odd coincidence that you will appreciate, Raggedy. I watched The Uninvited on AMC last evening and heard Ray Milland play "Stella by Starlight." I had just teased Setanta about that on his come back kid thread that was a line from A Streetcar Named Desire. Of course, most of us know that Marlon Brando screamed, "Stella" and that is why I made that allusion. Weird, no?

I don't know one single celeb, however.

Bob's bio of Lyle tells about the Roberts marriage. It didn't last a full two years.

I'm not surprised about "Stella". Synchronicity on A2K is par for the course. I saw The Uninvited many many years ago. I remember really liking it at the time and I remember that Stella By Starlight was a bit hit that year - we won't mention the year. I know Tony Bennett had a big hit with it.

Oops, sorry, Bob. Still recovering from yesterday. <smile>

Raggedy, I may have read that book, but I'm not certain. It could have been my older sister. It's difficult for me to separate my memories from hers.

Isn't that the way it always is, folks, when we have older siblings who transmit RNA in their own way? I got the sweetest card from her, incidentally.

Well, we certainly do miss Morganwood and Beedle/Bert Lee. Wish we would hear something from both.

Now we know how old he is!

I thought the blighter had a royal air about him at times.

Our Lord is referring to the man of means, listeners. Always nice to see another Brit on the air with or without Gus. <smile>

Well, Lord, the Brits and the French are in the news today:

It seems that Camilla and Charles are leaving today on a visit to the USA. Will you accompany them, Ellpus? <smile>

And, a bit of rivalry for our Lance from France:




SAN FRANCISCO (AFP) - French rower Emmanuel Coindre ended a landmark 129-day solo voyage across the Pacific Ocean between Japan and the United States, setting a new record, according to his team.


Team spokeswoman Katie Kinsella said Coindre, 32, had crossed into US territorial waters off the northwestern state of Oregon "around noon" (2000 GMT), setting a new record for the treacherous patch of ocean.

However, no details of what constituted the finish line for the unassisted high-seas exploit nor the exact time that Coindre reached the finish were immediately available, Kinsella said.

"He made the record today," Kinsella told AFP. "It is 129 days and the last guy did it in 134 and also Emmanuel made it further -- to Oregon rather than to Washington state (in the north)," she said.

His reported feat comes 14 years after fellow Frenchman Gerard D'Aboville became the first person to row across the Pacific, rowing from Choshi, Japan, to Ilwaco in Washington state in 134 days.

Coindre was due to sleep aboard a sponsor's boat sent out to meet him within US waters and was expected to come ashore Tuesday morning in Coos Bay, Oregon.

The oarsman, who set out from the Japanese port of Choshi on June 24, had been scheduled to row into the West Coast city of San Francisco but abandoned that goal on Sunday after his progress was thwarted by high seas and unfavourable wind conditions.

The 32-year-old, who has already rowed across the Atlantic Ocean five times, had hoped to touch land in sight of the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco Bay after a four-month journey of 9,000 kilometres (5,625 miles).

But the frustrated adventurer had been rowing south off the coast of Oregon for several days heading towards San Francisco, which lies about 690 kilometers (430 miles) to the south but had made little progress.

Coindre averaged 17 to 18 hours of rowing daily during his voyage, which has been sponsored by watch-maker Jaeger-LeCoultre, according to his website.

His small yellow and black boat, christened "Inky Lady", measures just 6.5 metres (21 feet 8 inches) in length and weighs 650 kilograms (1,430 pounds).

Row that boat, Coindre!

I WAS asked to accompany them Letty, as I am often used as a "body double" for Camilla during moments of heightened security. It involves a bit of dressing up in womens clothing, but the pay is good.

Alas, as Charles suffers from poor eyesight and has now taken to using viagra, I find the job a little too dangerous for my liking.

Oh, my God, Ellpus, you are hilarious. Nothing stiff about your upper lip, Brit.

I found the origin of that phrase somewhere, folks.

Well, guess I better do the routine stuff here. Back later.

This is cyberspace, WA2K radio.

The Last Farewell :: Roger Whittaker

There's a ship lies rigged and ready in the harbor
Tomorrow for old England she sails
Far away from your land of endless sunshine
To my land full of rainy skies and gales
And I shall be aboard that ship tomorrow
Though my heart is full of tears at this farewell

For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell

I've heard there's a wicked war a-blazing
And the taste of war I know so very well
Even now I see the foreign flag a-raising
Their guns on fire as we sail into hell
I have no fear of death, it brings no sorrow
But how bitter will be this last farewell

For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell

Though death and darkness gather all about me
My ship be torn apart upon the seas
I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands
And the heaving waves that brought me once to thee
And should I return home safe again to England
I shall watch the English mist roll through the dale

For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell

I have always loved that song, bobsmyth.