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Dreaming → CreativeControl
The Well → coade
By eric clapton

As I am strolling down the garden path,
I saw a flower glowing in the dark.
It looked so pretty and it was unique;
I had to bend down just to have a peek.

Hello old friend,
It's really good to see you once again.
Hello old friend,
It's really good to see you once again.

I saw you walking underneath the stars;
I couldn't stop 'cause I was in a car.
I'm sure the distance wouldn't be too far
If I got out and walked to where you are.

Chorus

An old man passed me on the street today;
I thought I knew him but I couldn't say.
I stopped to think if I could place his frame.
When he tipped his hat I knew his name.

Chorus

Chorus

Well girls are girls.If you bottle them up what do you expect?

If music be the food of love

We will have a little English music eh?

"I will tell you.
The barge she sat in,like a burnish'd throne,
Burn'd on the water:the poop was beaten gold;
Purple the sails,and so perfumed that
The winds were love-sick with them;the oars were silver,
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke and made
The water which they beat to follow faster,
As amorous of their strokes.For her own person,
It beggar'd all description:she did lie
In her pavillion,cloth of gold of tissue,
O'er-picturing that Venus where we see
The fancy outwork nature:on each side her
Stood pretty dimpled boys,like smiling Cupids,
With divers-colour'd fans,whose wind did seem
To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool,
And what they undid did."

Hey, spendius. Don't know that one, Brit, but it's interesting. Welcome back.

Now we need Ellpus, Francis, and Walter, and we'll have 'em all.

Hey, Walter. What would you like to hear?

Monsieur Francis. Play something with French words in it. <smile>

Come on, Ellpus us out here, my Lord.

Good day to all!

I miss your bios, Bob.

Today's birthdays are:

354 - Saint Augustine of Hippo, North African theologian (d. 430)
1312 - King Edward III of England (d. 1377)
1486 - Johann Eck, German theologian (d. 1543)
1504 - Philipp I of Hesse (d. 1567)
1710 - Charles Simon Favart, French dramatist (d. 1792)
1714 - William Shenstone, English poet (d. 1763)
1760 - Jiaqing, Emperor of China (d. 1820)
1761 - John Moore, British general (d. 1809)
1768 - Bertel Thorvaldsen, Danish sculptor (d. 1844)
1826 - Charles Frederick Worth, English-born couturier (d. 1895)
1833 - Edwin Booth, American actor (d. 1893)
1838 - Joseph Fielding Smith, president of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, (d. 1918)
1848 - Albert I, Prince of Monaco (d. 1922)
1850 - Robert Louis Stevenson, Scottish writer (d. 1894)
1856 - Louis Brandeis, U.S. Supreme Court Justice (d. 1941)
1886 - Mary Wigman, dancer and choreographer (d. 1973)
1908 - Hermione Baddeley, English actress (d. 1986)
1913 - Alexander Scourby, American actor (d. 1985)
1914 - Alberto Lattuada, Italian film director (d. 2005)
1918 - Jack Elam, American actor (d. 2003)
1922 - Jack Narz, American game show host
1922 - Oskar Werner, Austrian actor (d. 1984)
1924 - Linda Christian, Mexican-born actress
1924 - Motoo Kimura, Japanese geneticist (d. 1994)
1933 - Adrienne Corri, actress
1934 - Garry Marshall, American producer, director, writer, and actor
1935 - Tom Atkins, American actor
1935 - George Carey, Archbishop of Canterbury
1938 - Jean Seberg, American actress (d. 1979)
1941 - Mel Stottlemyre, baseball player and coach
1942 - John Hammond, American musician
1947 - Joe Mantegna, American actor
1954 - Scott McNealy, CEO of Sun Microsystems
1955 - Whoopi Goldberg, American actress, comedienne, and singer
1963 - Vinny Testaverde, American football player
1968 - Pat Hentgen, baseball player
1969 - Gerard Butler, Scottish actor
1969 - Lori Berenson, U.S. journalist
1972 - Takuya Kimura, Japanese singer and actor
1977 - Chanel Cole, Australian singer
1979 - Ron Artest, American basketball player
1982 - Kumi Koda, Japanese singer

Je ne sais pas! (I dont know)

Jacques Brel

Je ne sais pas pourquoi la pluie
Quitte là-haut ses oripeaux
Que sont les lourds nuages gris
Pour se coucher sur nos coteaux
Je ne sais pas pourquoi le vent
S'amuse dans les matins clairs
A colporter les rires d'enfants
Carillons frêles de l'hiver
Je ne sais rien de tout cela
Mais je sais que je t'aime encor'

Je ne sais pas pourquoi la route
Qui me pousse vers la cité
A l'odeur froide des déroutes
De peuplier en peuplier
Je ne sais pas pourquoi le voile
Du brouillard glacé qui m'escorte
Me fait penser aux cathédrales
Où l'on prie pour les amours mortes
Je ne sais rien de tout cela
Mais je sais que je t'aime encor'

Je ne sais pas pourquoi la ville
M'ouvre ses remparts de faubourgs
Pour me laisser glisser fragile
Sous la pluie parmi ses amours
Je ne sais pas pourquoi ces gens
Pour mieux célébrer ma défaite
Pour mieux suivre l'enterrement
Ont le nez collé aux fenêtres
Je ne sais rien de tout cela
Mais je sais que je t'aime encor'

Je ne sais pas pourquoi ces rues
S'ouvrent devant moi une à une
Vierges et froides froides et nues
Rien que mes pas et pas de lune
Je ne sais pas pourquoi la nuit
Jouant de moi comme guitare
M'a forcé à venir ici
Pour pleurer devant cette gare
Je ne sais rien de tout cela
Mais je sais que je t'aime encor'

Je ne sais pas à quelle heure part
Ce triste train pour Amsterdam
Qu'un couple doit prendre ce soir
Un couple dont tu es la femme
Et je ne sais pas pour quel port
Part d'Amsterdam ce grand navire
Qui brise mon cœur et mon corps
Notre amour et mon avenir
Je ne sais rien de tout cela
Mais je sais que je t'aime encor'
Mais je sais que je t'aime encor'

Ah, listeners. There's our Raggedy with her celeb updates. Thanks PA for the pictures and the notables.

I loved RLS's poetry, folks, and here's a brief poem containing wisdom and good philosophy:

Away With Funeral Music
Away with funeral music - set
The pipe to powerful lips -
The cup of life's for him that drinks
And not for him that sips.

Hey, France. Welcome back. I think that is a good song, folks. <smile>

Translate it for us, Paris, 'cause "I Don't Know" how.

and while we wait for Francis to check out his French 101 book...

Here's a neat note of news:

ANAHEIM, Calif. - It was "Good Day Sunshine" for the international space station crew Sunday morning. NASA astronaut Bill McArthur and Russian cosmonaut Valery Tokarev were treated to a live wake-up call of the Beatles classic in a first-ever concert linkup to the space station.


On Earth, former Beatle Sir Paul McCartney performed the hit and another song, "English Tea," on Saturday night before a cheering crowd as part of his 11-week "US" tour.

The performance was beamed from the West Coast to the space station crew 220 miles above Earth and broadcast on NASA television, which showed live feeds from space.

McArthur and Tokarev bobbed up and down and sipped from squeeze pouches through the show, getting a rousing cheer from the audience.

"I can't believe that we're actually transmitting to space!" McCartney said. "This is sensational. I love it."

McArthur, who did a couple flips, noted McCartney's creative achievements and thanked him for playing the songs.

"That was simply magnificent," McArthur said. "We consider you an explorer just as we are."

Robert Louis Stevenson
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


Robert Louis (Balfour) Stevenson (November 13, 1850 - December 3, 1894), was a Scottish novelist, poet, and travel writer.


Life

Stevenson was born Robert Lewis Balfour Stevenson in Edinburgh, Scotland, the son of Thomas Stevenson and grandson of Robert Stevenson, both successful lighthouse engineers, and Margaret Balfour. He studied at Edinburgh Academy in his youth. His parents were both very religious. Robert gave up the religion of his parents while studying at Edinburgh University, but the teaching that he received as a child continued to influence him.

Although ill with tuberculosis from childhood, Stevenson had a full life. He began his education as an engineer but, despite his family history, he showed little aptitude and soon switched to studying law. At the age of 18 he dropped the name Balfour and changed his middle name from Lewis to Louis (but retaining the original pronunciation); from this time on he began styling himself "RLS". He turned to the law because of poor health, but he never practiced. He ended his life as a tribal leader (called by his tribe Tusitala, meaning "storyteller" in Samoan) and plantation owner at his residence "Vailima" in Samoa, all this in addition to his literary career.

Stevenson's novels of adventure, romance, and horror are of considerable psychological depth and have continued in popularity long after his death, both as books and as films.


His wife Fanny (née Osbourne), whom he married in 1880, was a great support in his adventurous and arduous life.

Stevenson made several trips to the Kingdom of Hawaii and became a good friend of King David Kalakaua with whom Stevenson spent much time. Stevenson also became best friends with the king's niece Princess Victoria Kaiulani, also of Scottish heritage. Since the tragic deaths of both Stevenson and Kaiulani, historians have debated the true nature of their relationship as to whether or not they had romantic feelings for each other. Because of the age difference, such stories have often been discredited. In 1888, Stevenson travelled to the island of Molokai just weeks after the death of Father Damien. He spent twelve days at the missionary priest's residence, Bishop Home at Kalawao. Stevenson taught the local girls to play croquet. When Congregationalist and Presbyterian ministers began to incite slander against Father Damien out of spite for his Catholicism, Stevenson wrote one of his most famous essays in defense of the life and work of the missionary priest.

Stevenson died of a brain (cerebral) haemorrhage in Vailima in Samoa, aged 44. In his will, he bequeathed his birthday to a little girl who had been born on Christmas Day.

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

Jack Elam
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


Jack Elam (born November 13, 1918 in Miami, Arizona; died October 20, 2003 in Ashland, Oregon) was an American film actor who appeared mostly in westerns.

He attended Santa Monica Junior College in California and subsequently became an accountant in Hollywood and, at one time, manager of the Bel Air Hotel in Los Angeles. His face is memorable in part because of an out-of-kilter blind left eye. In interviews, Elam admitted that he got the slow eye after a fellow Boy Scout stabbed him in the left eye with a pencil during a scrape at a troop meeting. He appeared mostly in westerns and gangster films playing "heavies", and in later years played comedic roles. Elam was given his first comedic role in Support Your Local Sheriff!, after which he found his villainous assignments dwindling and his comic jobs increasing. He was inducted into the Hall of Great Western Performers of the National Cowboy and Western Heritage Museum in 1994.

Elam died of heart failure on October 20, 2003.

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

Oskar Werner
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


Oskar Werner (November 13, 1922 - October 23, 1984) was an Austrian actor.

Born Oskar Josef Bschliessmayer in Vienna, he was an Austrian stage actor, starring in the William Shakespeare repertoire, until his film debut in Der Engel mit der Posaune in 1948. In 1951 he starred in the English language movie Decision Before Dawn, in which he played a German prisoner of war who spies for his captors.

In 1961 he starred in François Truffaut's Jules et Jim, and became an international star as a result. He was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Actor in 1965 for Ship of Fools. Other starring roles were in The Spy Who Came in from the Cold, Fahrenheit 451, and The Shoes of the Fisherman. Werner also played the murderer opposite Peter Falk in an episode of the Columbo TV series entitled "Playback" (1975).

His alcoholism resulted in the decline of his acting career and his early death, from a heart attack, in 1984

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

Jean Seberg
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


Jean Seberg (November 13, 1938 - September 8, 1979) was an American actress born in Marshalltown, Iowa, USA who spent an important part of her career in France.

She was discovered by Otto Preminger, who directed her in her first two motion pictures. She would go on to star in thirty-four films in Hollywood and in France where she lived in Paris with her first husband, attorney Francois Moreuil. She became even more of an icon from her roles in numerous French films and the tragedy of her turbulent life. Among her roles, she co-starred with Jean-Paul Belmondo in Jean-Luc Godard's classic work of New Wave cinema, Breathless (original French title: A bout de souffle).

During the latter part of the 1960s, Seberg used her high-profile image to voice support for the NAACP and supported Native American school groups such as the Mesquakie Bucks at the Tama settlement near her home town of Marshalltown, for whom she purchased $500 worth of basketball uniforms. She supported the Black Panther Party. Then FBI director, J. Edgar Hoover, considered her a threat and in 1970, when she was seven months pregnant, allegedly created a story to leak to the media that the child she was carrying was not fathered by her second husband, Romain Gary, but by a black civil rights activist. Before Hoover's plan to disgrace her could be implemented, the story was reported by the Los Angeles Times newspaper and Newsweek magazine. In a press conference after the miscarriage she presented the press with a viewing of her fetus to demonstrate that the child did not have a father of African heritage and to expose the malevolent falsehood of the claim used by the FBI in its illegal COINTELPRO effort to discredit her and violate her exercise of her constitutionally protected rights. Seberg stated that the trauma of this event brought on premature labor and her child was stillborn. According to her husband, after the loss of their child she suffered from a deep depression and became suicidal.

She made several attempts to take her own life, including throwing herself under a train on the Paris Métro. Miraculously, she survived the incident, but less than a year later, in August 1979, she went missing and was found dead eleven days later in the back seat of her car in a Paris suburb. The police report stated that she had taken a massive overdose of barbiturates and alcohol (8g per litre).

Seberg was interred in the Cimetière du Montparnasse, Paris, France.


Trivia

* In 1995 a documentary of her life was made titled: Jean Seberg: American Actress.
* The short 2000 film Je T'aime John Wayne is a tribute parody of Breathless, with Camilla Rutherford playing Seberg's role.
* Actress Kirsten Dunst has proposed making a film about Seberg's life.
* Her second husband, Romain Gary, with whom she had a son, Alexandre Diego Gary, also committed suicide a year after her death.

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

Bob, that is the most tragic story that I have ever heard about Jean Seberg. Thanks for that info, Boston.

I think, perhaps, I read Ship of Fools, but as I recall it was boring to me at the time. I didn't understand it, I guess.

I did like Porter's short story, "The Jilting of Granny Weatherall". It was my first experience with the stream of consciousness approach.

Just back from driving Mrs Walter to her bi-annual stay at a "wellness monastry" (yes, really!), situated nicely above the Rhine river.

And since we passed that:

1. I cannot determine the meaning
Of sorrow that fills my breast:
A fable of old, through it streaming,
Allows my mind no rest.
The air is cool in the gloaming
And gently flows the Rhine.
The crest of the mountain is gleaming
In fading rays of sunshine.

2. The loveliest maiden is sitting
Up there, so wondrously fair;
Her golden jewelry is glist'ning;
She combs her golden hair.
She combs with a gilded comb, preening,
And sings a song, passing time.
It has a most wondrous, appealing
And pow'rful melodic rhyme.

3. The boatman aboard his small skiff, -
Enraptured with a wild ache,
Has no eye for the jagged cliff, -
His thoughts on the heights fear forsake.
I think that the waves will devour
Both boat and man, by and by,
And that, with her dulcet-voiced power
Was done by the Loreley.

Walter, that was simply enchanting, and the picture enhanced the song of the sirens. Thank you from all of us.

Now, everyone is accounted for, folks.

Question for today:

From whence cometh the expression, "between a rock and a hard place."?

That's pure "gold", Walter!

As I said in the previous song :

Ich weiß nicht...

I think, listeners, that I have the basic idea of Francis' "I Don't Know" Song by Jacques Brel, because we have heard it before here on WA2K radio. It is simply someone admitting that they may not know about the things in life, but they know they love someone deeply. (encor?)

I was surprised to find this bit of information while endlessly searching for the translation to the French lyrics.

If You Go Away
Words & Music by Jacques Brel (English translation by Rod McKuen)
Recorded by Frank Sinatra, 1969


Am
If you go away on this summer day

Dm
Then you might as well take the sun away;

G7
All the birds that flew in the summer sky

C9 C C9 C
When our love was new and our hearts were high;

Dm6 E7
When the day was young and the night was long

Am
And the moon stood still for the nightbird's song,

Dm7 E7 Dm6 Am
If you go away, if you go away, if you go away.

Am7 Am6
But if you stay, I'll make you a day

E7-9 Am
Like no day has been or will be again;

Am7 Am6
We'll sail on the sun, we'll ride on the rain,

G7 C
We'll talk to the trees and worship the wind.

E7 Am Bb
Then if you go, I'll understand,

Dm6 E7 Am
Leave me just enough love to fill up my hand,

C Dm Dm6 E7 D6 E7
If you go away, if you go away, if you go away.



Am
If you go away, as I know you will,

Dm Dm+7
You must tell the world to stop turning til

G7
You return again, if you ever do,

C
For what good is love without loving you?

Dm6 E7
Can I tell you now, as you turn to go,

Am
I'll be dying slow til your next hello,

Dm7 E7 Dm6 Am
If you go away, if you go away, if you go away.

Am7 Am6
But if you stay, I'll make you a night

E7-9 Am
Like no night has been, or will be again;

Am7 Am6
I'll sail on your smile, I'll ride on your touch,

G7 C
I'll talk to your eyes that I love so much.

E7 Am Bb
But if you go, no, I won't cry,

Dm6 E7 Am
Though the good is gone from the word good-bye.

C Dm Dm6 E7 D6 E7
If you go away, if you go away, if you go away.


Am
If you go away, as I know you must,

Dm
There'll be nothing left in the world to trust,

G7
Just an empty room, full of empty space,

C
Like the empty look I see on your face;

Dm6 E7
I'd have been your shadow if I thought it might

Am
Have kept me here, by your side;

C Dm E7-9 Am
If you go away, if you go away . . . please don't go away.




The lyric and guitar chord transcriptions are the work of The Guitarguy

I legged it up the Drachenfels
With Tony, us, and Christy
We sweated lots and puffed on up
At the top, boy, were we thirsty

There is a little railway
For the halt, and lame, and fat
But we are very fit and so
We had no need of that

But the view on top is quite a thing
We stood there on a ledge
I almost felt I was at home
On top of Alderley Edge