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You, know, Bob. That's a pretty song. Whatever happened to Roger. (no, not our rat man.)

I like this song as well, listeners:

In their veins still runs the blood of the wild
Weep within their hearts the earliest of songs
In their eyes the light of the first of days
But the road is hidden
And they are so far, so far away

Staring into darkness... Something stirs inside
A longing for something left long ago
Delving into darkness... Cannot stay inside
The moon is young and clear
And the fire is drawing them near

Now the wind calls
A storm from the past
Night falls
And they're longing for the woods
They gather in the shadows
In their eyes a fire light
Warrioes and maidens fair
Binded by a love implied

Now the wind calls...

In the shade I stand and watch them
Like a scene from an ancient dream
Trying hard to awaken the Gods
In the hour of the fall
But it was long ago and it was far away
Will anyone hear the wild children's call

Eva was too quick for me, folks. Ain't that always the way?

Hardly!

Did you do anything wild, wicked or wanton for your birthday yesterday, Miss Letty? (Please say yes.)

Hi Eva and Letty

I love that song. Every place I've sung karaoke I've checked their book to sing it. No one has it. At least none of the places I've checked. I do not despair though and am still hoping to find it somewhere.

----- let me see,
Let's see if I understand
how the world works lately...
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If a man cuts his finger off
while slicing salami at work,
give it to his wife to put in Wendy's chili...
he blames the restaurant.
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If you smoke three packs a day for
40 years and die of lung cancer,
your family blames the tobacco company.
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If your neighbor crashes into
a tree while driving home drunk,
he blames the bartender.
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If your grandchildren are
brats without manners,
you blame television.
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If your friend is shot
by a deranged madwoman,
you blame the gun manufacturer.
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I must have lived too long
to understand the world
as it is anymore.
So, if I die while my old,
wrinkled butt is parked
in front of this computer,
I want you to blame Bill Gates...okay?
________________________________________________

Oh, yes, Eva. I did all three. Wild as in madwoman of Shallot; wanton as in Wanting; and wicked as in witch. <smile>

Yep, Bob. We all need someone to blame, honey. As for me, I blame it on the night. Hey, listeners, that just reminded me of a song:


polyphonic ringtone to your cell phone


(Dorothy Fields, Jimmy McHugh)


Don't blame me
For falling in love with you.
I'm under your spell
But how can I help it?
Don't blame me.


Can't you see
When you do the things you do
If I can't conceal
The thrill that I'm feeling,
Don't blame me.


I can't help it
If that doggone moon above
Makes me need
Someone like you to love.


Blame your kiss
As sweet as a kiss can be,
And blame all your charms
That melt in my arms,
But don't blame me.


(Interlude)


Blame your kiss
As sweet as a kiss can be,
And blame all your charms
That melt in my arms,
But don't blame me.


(Interlude)


Blame all your charms
That melt in my arms,
But don't blame me.

Music Of The Night :: Andrew Lloyd Webber

Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness wakes and stirs imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defences
Helpless to resist the notes I write
For I compose the music of the night

Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
Hearing is believing
Music is deceiving
Hard as lightning, soft as candlelight
Dare you trust the music of the night

Close your eyes for your eyes will only tell the truth
And the truth isn't what you want to see
In the dark it is easy to pretend
That the truth is what it ought to be

Softly, deftly, music shall carress you
Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you
Open up your mind
Let your fantasies unwind
In this darkness which you know you cannot fight
The darkness of the music of the night

Close your eyes, start a journey through a strange, new world
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before
Close your eyes, and let music set you free
Only then can you belong to me

Floating (floating), falling (falling), sweet intoxication
Touch me (touch me), trust me (trust me), savour each sensation
Let the dream begin
Let your darker side give in
To the power of the music that I write
The power of the music of the night

You alone can make my song take flight
Help me make the music of the
Help me make the music of the night...

Old man look at my life,
I'm a lot like you were.
Old man look at my life,
I'm a lot like you were.

Old man look at my life,
Twenty four
and there's so much more
Live alone in a paradise
That makes me think of two.

Love lost, such a cost,
Give me things
that don't get lost.
Like a coin that won't get tossed
Rolling home to you.

Old man take a look at my life
I'm a lot like you
I need someone to love me
the whole day through
Ah, one look in my eyes
and you can tell that's true.

Lullabies, look in your eyes,
Run around the same old town.
Doesn't mean that much to me
To mean that much to you.

I've been first and last
Look at how the time goes past.
But I'm all alone at last.
Rolling home to you.

Old man take a look at my life
I'm a lot like you
I need someone to love me
the whole day through
Ah, one look in my eyes
and you can tell that's true.

Old man look at my life,
I'm a lot like you were.
Old man look at my life,
I'm a lot like you were.

Hello cowgirl in the sand
Is this place
at your command
Can I stay here
for a while
Can I see your
sweet sweet smile
Old enough now
to change your name
When so many love you
is it the same?
It's the woman in you
that makes you want
to play this game.

Hello ruby in the dust
Has your band
begun to rust
After all
the sin we've had
I was hopin' that
we'd turn back
Old enough now
to change your name
When so many love you
is it the same
It's the woman in you
that makes you want
to play this game.

Hello woman of my dreams
This is not
the way it seems
Purple words
on a grey background
To be a woman
and to be turned down
Old enough now
to change your name
When so many love you
is it the same
It's the woman in you
that makes you want
to play this game.

Bob, that is a memory of Phantom of the Opera. How far we have come on our cyber radio, Boston.

And, dys, I don't believe that girls are the only game players in the sand or otherwise. <smile>

By special request, another of the same ilk, folks:





Lucretia Mcevil Blood, Sweat & Tears lyrics




Lucretia McEvil little girl what's your game?
Hard luck and trouble bound to be your claim to fame
Tail shakin' home breakin' truckin through town....
Each and every country mothers son hangin round
Drive a young man insane: Evil thats your name

(talk about it)

Lucretia McEvil bet you think youre doing fine
Back seat Delilah, got your six pack jug o wine, woman
I hear your mother was the talk of the sticks
Nothing that your daddy wouldnt do for kicks
Never done a thing worthwhile: Evil Woman Child

Devil got you Lucy under lock and key.
Aint about to set you free
Signed, sealed and witnessed on the day you were born
No use trying to fake him out
No use trying to make him out
Soon hell be taking out his doom
What you goin to do?

Ooh Lucy McEvil
Honey, where you been all night
Your hairs all messed up babe and the clothes youre wearing just dont
fit you right, no
Danny Joes paying your monthly rent
Tells his wife he cant imagine where the money went
Dressing you up in style: Evil Woman Child

Ooh, Lucy, you just so damn bad!

(instrumental bridge)

Aah, here she comes, truckin
Well Lucy, walkin down Main Street, lookin
Look so wild!
(talk about it)
Where you been girl?!
Stop lyin!
Stop lyin!
Stop lyin!
Listen!

Whaaah!
Tell the truth, girl!

(trumpet solo to end)

News of the rich and famous:



NEW YORK - Tom Cruise, Teri Hatcher and Kanye West are among the names on Barbara Walters' list of the 10 most fascinating people of 2005.


The list of the year's most prominent names in entertainment, politics and sports also includes Lance Armstrong, Michael Jackson's lawyer Tom Mesereau and Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice, ABC announced Monday.

"Barbara Walters Presents: The 10 Most Fascinating People of 2005" will air Nov. 29 (10 p.m. EST). The No. 1 most fascinating person of the year will be revealed on the special, now in its 12th year.


Hmmm, listeners. I don't see any of our names listed.

Revved up like a Porsche, another bonehead with a knife.

MMMMMMMMMMMM.............I've just had bangers and mash for dinner, with tons of onion gravy, all washed down with a pint of Abbot ale.

I feel a SONG coming on............................



This traditional British dish was made world famous back in the 1960's by an unlikley hit record created and sung by comedian Peter Sellars and (of all people) the then sex-pot Sophia Loren! These two had got together and embarked on a torrid affair during the making of a film called 'The Millionairess' in which Sellars played a pre-PC role as a Doctor of Indian origin.

Somehow Sellars persuaded Loren to 'sing' along with him on a record spawned from the film (but not a part of it as I remember) called "Goodness Gracious Me". This was a hit, and the record "Give us a bash of the bangers and mash me muvver used to make", was the follow up. Shortly afterwards they split up and Loren for one, made no other forays into the world of music.

Him: I met her down in Napoli and didn't she look great?
And so I brought her back to Blighty just to show her to me mates,
And though we're married happily I'll tell you furthermore
I haven't had a decent meal since 1944.

Her: Eat your minestrone, Joe.
Him: That's all you ever say.
Her: Eat your macaroni, Joe.
Him: Every blinking day.
Her: No wonder you're so bony, Joe, and skinny as a rake.
Him: Well then, give us a bash of the bangers and mash me muvver used to make.

Him: Bangers and mash,
Her: Minestrone,
Him: Bangers and mash,
Her: Macaroni,
Him: Give us a bash of the bangers and mash me muvver used to make.

Her: Eat your tagliatelle, Joe.
Him: That's all I've heard for years.
Her: Eat your vermicelli, Joe.
Him: It's coming out me ears!
Her: You've got to fill your belly, Joe, Joe for heaven's sake!
Him: Well then, give us a bash of the bangers and mash me muvver used to make.

Him: Bangers and mash,
Her: Tagliatelle,
Him: Bangers and mash,
Her: Vermicelli,
Him: Give us a bash of the bangers and mash me muvver used to make.

Her: I met him back in Italy, so dashing and good-looking,
He wined me and he dined me every night.
He said I smiled so prettily and how he loved my cooking,
But since he's married me it seems he's lost his appetite.

Him: Bangers and mash,
Her: Minestrone,
Him: Bangers and mash,
Her: Macaroni,
Him: Give us a bash of the bangers and mash me muvver used to make.

GIVE US A BASH OF THE BANGERS AND MASH ME MU-VVER USED TO MA-A-A-A-A-K-E!

<burp>..... Pardon me !!


Thank you.

Lord E: What is "mash"? Potatoes,maybe ?

His Lordship's juicy gossip reminded me of another 60's bon vivant:

(In Napoli where love is King)
(When boy meets girl)
(Here's what they say)

When the moon hits your eye
Like a big-a pizza pie
That's amore
When the world seems to shine
Like you've had too much wine
That's amore

Bells'll ring
Ting-a-ling-a-ling
Ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you'll sing "Vita bella"
Hearts'll play
Tippi-tippi-tay
Tippi-tippi-tay
Like a gay tarantella

When the stars make you drool
Joost-a like pasta fazool
That's amore
When you dance down the street
With a cloud at your feet, you're in love
When you walk in a dream
But you know you're not dreamin', signore
'Scusami, but you see
Back in old Napoli, that's amore

(When the moon hits your eye)
(Like a big-a pizza pie, that's amore)

That's amore

(When the world seems to shine
(Like you've had too much wine, that's amore)

That's amore

(Bells will ring)
(Ting-a-ling-a-ling)
(ting-a-ling-a-ling)
(And you'll sing "Vita bella")
(Vita bell-vita bella)
(Hearts will play)
(Tippi-tippi-tay, tippi-tippi-tay)
(Like a gay tarantella)

Lucky fella

When the stars make you drool just like pasta fazool
That's amore (that's amore)
When you dance down the street
With a cloud at your feet, you're in love
When you walk in a dream
But you know you're not dreaming, signore
'Scusami, but you see
Back in old Napoli, that's amore

(Amore)

That's amore

Some outstanding lyrics by Neil Young


Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone

Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Ain't got no T-Bone

Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone

Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone
T-Bone

Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone
No T-Bone

Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone

Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone

Ain't got no T-Bone

Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Ain't got no T-Bone

Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone

Yes Linda......Potatoes.....Mmmmmm.


http://englishculture.allinfoabout.com/recipes/bang-mash.html

Bow bow bow...
(Um, do that again)
Bow bow bow...
Have you ever heard of a wish sandwich? A wish sandwich is the kind of a
sandwich where you have two slices of bread and you, hee hee hee, wish you
had some meat...
Bow bow bow...
Ummm... the other day I had a ricochet biscuit. A ricochet biscuit is the
kind of a biscuit that's supposed to bounce back off the wall into your
mouth. If it don't bounce back, hee hee hee,... you go hungry!
Bow bow bow...
Umm, umm, umm... the other day I had a cool water sandwich and a Sunday-go-
to-meetin' bun...
Bow bow bow...
Hee hee hee hee... What da ya want for nothing? ... a rrrrrrrrubber biscuit?
Bow bow oooh ooh oooh oooooooo-waaaaaaaah...

and them peas is to eaten with a knife.

Sittin' by the roadside on a summer's day. Talkin' with my comrades to pass the time away.
Lying in the shade underneath the trees. Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas.

[Chorus:]
Peas! Peas! Peas! Peas! Eating goober peas. Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas. [Repeat]

Just before the battle, the Gen'ral heard a row. He said, "The Yanks are coming. I hear their rifles now."
He turned around in wonder and what do you think he sees? The Georgia militia eating goober peas!

[Chorus]

Think my song has lasted almost long enough. The subject is most interesting but rhymes are mighty rough.
I wish this war was over, when free from rags and fleas, we'd kiss our wives and sweethearts and then we'd gobble goober peas!