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Nice exchange between Mr. Turtle and the oakman listeners.

Found this, John:



The woman I love
Took from my best friend,
Some joker got lucky,
Stole her back again.

You better come on
In my kitchen
Where there's got to be raining outdoors.

Oh she's gone
I know she won't come back
I take the last nickel I won't ever sack

You better come on
In my kitchen
Where there's got to be raining outdoors.

When a woman gets in trouble
Everybody throws her down
Looking for her good friend
No one can't be found

You better come on
In my kitchen
Where there's got to be raining outdoors.

Wintertime's coming
It's gonna be slow
You can't make the winter babe
That's dry long soon

You better come on
In my kitchen
'Cause there's got to be raining outdoors.

Well, folks, we cover it all here, right? and that's what our station is about:

Good day to all.

Today's birthdays:

1567 to 1899
1567 - Maurice of Nassau, Prince of Orange (d. 1625)
1650 - King William III of England (d. 1702)
1719 - Leopold Mozart, Austrian composer (d. 1787)
1765 - Robert Fulton, American inventor (d. 1815)
1771 - Marie François Xavier Bichat, French anatomist and pysiologist (d. 1802)
1776 - Henri Dutrochet, French physiologist (d. 1847)
1779 - Adam Gottlob Oehlenschläger, Danish poet (d. 1850)
1797 - Charles Lyell, British geologist (d. 1875)
1803 - Jacob Abbott, American writer (d. 1879)
1805 - Fanny Mendelssohn, German composer and pianist (d. 1847)
1812 - Aleardo Aleardi, Italian poet (d. 1878)
1828 - James B. McPherson, American Civil War general (d. 1864)
1838 - August Senoa, Croatian writer (d. 1881)
1840 - Claude Monet, French painter (d. 1926)
1878 - Leopold Staff, Polish poet (d. 1957)
1883 - Fred Quimby, American film producer (d. 1965)
1889 - Jawaharlal Nehru, Prime Minister of India (d. 1964)
1891 - Frederick Banting, Canadian physician, recipient of the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine (d. 1941)
1896 - Mamie Eisenhower, First Lady of the United States (d. 1979)
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1900 to 1999
1900 - Aaron Copland, American composer (d. 1990)
1904 - Harold Larwood, English cricketer (d. 1995)
1904 - Dick Powell, American actor (d. 1963)
1905 - John Henry Barbee, American guitarist and singer (d. 1964)
1906 - Louise Brooks, American actress (d. 1985)
1907 - Howard W. Hunter, president of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (d. 1995)
1907 - Astrid Lindgren, Swedish writer (d. 2002)
1907 - William Steig, American cartoonist and children's book author (d. 2003)
1908 - Joseph McCarthy, U.S. Senator and anti-communist (d. 1957) 1910 - Eric Malpass, English novelist (d. 1996)
1912 - Barbara Hutton, American socialite (d. 1979)
1912 - T. Y. Lin, Chinese-born civil engineer (d. 2003)
1915 - Martha Tilton, American singer
1916 - Roger Apéry, French mathematician (d. 1994)
1916 - Sherwood Schwartz, American television writer and producer
1919 - Veronica Lake, American actress (d. 1973)
1919 - Lisa Otto, German soprano
1921 - Brian Keith, American actor (d. 1997)
1922 - Boutros Boutros-Ghali, Egyptian UN Secretary-General
1927 - Bart Cummings, Australian race horse trainer
1929 - Jimmy Piersall, baseball player
1939 - McLean Stevenson, American actor (d. 1996)
1930 - Edward White, astronaut (d. 1967)
1935 - King Hussein of Jordan (d. 1999)
1939 - Wendy Carlos, American composer
1943 - Peter Norton, American software engineer and businessman
1945 - Stella Obasanjo, Nigerian First Lady
1947 - P. J. O'Rourke, American writer
1948 - Charles, Prince of Wales
1951 - Stephen Bishop, American musician
1953 - Dominique de Villepin, Prime Minister of France
1954 - Bernard Hinault, French cyclist
1954 - Condoleezza Rice, United States Secretary of State
1954 - Yanni, Greek musician
1959 - Paul McGann, British actor
1964 - Bill Hemmer, American television news reporter
1966 - Curt Schilling, American baseball player
1967 - Letitia Dean, British actress
1967 - Nina Gordon, American singer and songwriter
1971 - Adam Gilchrist, Australian cricketer
1972 - Martin Pike, Australian footballer
1973 - Lawyer Milloy, American football player
1973 - Dana Snyder, American voice actor
1975 - Travis Barker, American drummer
1978 - Xavier Nady, baseball player

Strange things appeared when I posted my pictures. ?????

hi letty -------------- I know that song about kitchens. It's called, Come On In My Kitchin
It's older than I am, written by robert johnson back in the 1930's
I've got the original recording on a cd.

great minds think alike.

Leopold Mozart was born in Augsburg (Bavaria) and lived later in Salzburg - an independent arch-monastery in the Holy Roman Empire of German Nation, which became part of Austria only in 1806, 19 years after his death. [Last reigning archbishop was Hieronymus Count Colloredo (1772-1803)] :wink:

Wow! Raggedy! I think I just stepped back in time. Perhaps it was the Hawkman's bio's or a similar runic rhyme. <smile> Whatever, honey. It's great to get those updates.

John of England, I wish I could hear that "kitchen" song. Never heard it before, but when you mentioned Howling Wolf, I zipped around google and there was a bio. plus the lyrics.

Booman drops in here occasionally. Hope he gets a new pc, too.

er, Walter. I am a bit confused. I simply read Raggedy's Mozart and paid no attention to the given name.

More research, or perhaps our very erudite German friend will tell us.<smile>

Hey-

They just played Sinatra singing I've Got You Under My Skin where the "You" is cancer.In an anti-smoking ad.

Ain't that terrible?

Bad taste. On the other hand, cigarettes carry a sin tax, so I guess Sinatra had it coming.

bad taste--the commercial, or cigarettes? (just kidding)
but also inaccurate, since Sinatra died from heart failure.

Just seen the TV Ad. It'll just fly past most people, unseen, unheard. Still, someone made some money out of it.

Yes, and I also deplore "Just One Cornetto" ...icecream advertisement....being made out of "O Sole Mio"

Well, listeners. We seem to be having a bit of dispute over "I've Got You Under My Skin. " <smile> Carry on.

I just did a search in the archives for Leopold Mozart and found that he was Amadeus' father. (bit of dark history about how he raised that boy)

Most biographers do give him credit for sponsoring the amazing talent of his son, however.

Thought for the evening:





"You are to learn to listen to the cursed radio music of life and to reverence the spirit behind it and to laugh at its distortions."

-- Herman Hesse, German novelist

Hey, McTag, missed your comment about ice cream and it's now or never.

Remember, folks, in the advertising business the name of the game is to remember the product.

Hey, listeners, is this timely?

'O Sole Mio
Che bella cosa, 'na Iurnata 'e sole
N'aria serena doppo 'na tempesta
Pe' ll'aria fresca pare già 'na festa...
Che bella cosa 'na iurnata 'e sole
Ma n'atu sole cchiù bello, ohi nè
'o sole mio, sta nfronte a te
'o sole, o sole mio
sta nfronte a te, sta nfronte a te !

Lùcene 'e llastre d'à fenesta toia,
'na lavannara canta e se, ne vanta
e pe' tramente terce, spanne e canta
lùceno 'e llastre d'à fenesta toia

Ma n'atu sole cchiù bello, ohi nè
'o sole mio, sta nfronte a te
'o sole, 'o sole mio
sta nfronte a te, stanfronte a te !

Quanno fa notte e 'o sole se ne scenne,
mme vene quase 'na malincunia
sotto 'a fenesta toia restarria
quanno fa notte e 'o sole se ne scenne

Ma n'atu sole, cchiù bello, ohi nè
'o sole mio sta nfronte a te
'o sole, 'o sole mio
sta nfronte a te, sta nfronte a te !




Lyrics: Capurro
Music: I. Di Capua

Sung by: everyone under the sun:

Enrico Caruso

Benjamino Gigli

Mario Lanza

Luciano Pavarotti

Andrea Bocelli

Bryan Adams (!)

Countless Neapolitan Troubadours

Italians Everywhere...

Etc!
It's now or never
It's now or never,
come hold me tight
Kiss me my darling,
be mine tonight
Tomorrow will be too late,
it's now or never
My love won't wait.

When I first saw you
with your smile so tender
My heart was captured,
my soul surrendered
I'd spend a lifetime
waiting for the right time
Now that you're near
the time is here at last.

It's now or never,
come hold me tight
Kiss me my darling,
be mine tonight
Tomorrow will be too late,
it's now or never
My love won't wait.

Just like a willow,
we would cry an ocean
If we lost true love
and sweet devotion
Your lips excite me,
let your arms invite me
For who knows when
we'll meet again this way

It's now or never,
come hold me tight
Kiss me my darling,
be mine tonight
Tomorrow will be too late,
it's now or never
My love won't wait.

Sung by none other than Elvis the pelvis.




Words and music by
Aaron Schroeder and Wally Gold

Love it!

May I remind everyone the holidays are upon us. The advisory committee recommended I give a refresher course to those traveling to Boston.


Subject: Tips for Visiting 'Bawstin'


For those of you who have never been to "Bawstin", this is a good guideline.

I hope you will consider coming to "Beantown" in the near future.

For those who call New England home, this is just plain great!

Information on Boston and the surrounding area:

There's no school on School Street, no court on Court Street, no dock on Dock Square, no water on Water Street.

Back Bay streets are in alphabetical "oddah":
Arlington, Berkeley, Clarendon, Dartmouth, etc.
So are South Boston streets: A, B, C, D, etc.
If the streets are named after trees (e.g. Walnut,
Chestnut, Cedar), you're on Beacon Hill.

If they're named after poets, you're in Wellesley.
Massachusetts Ave is Mass Ave; Commonwealth Ave is Comm Ave; South Boston is Southie (and you are termed - a Southie) ..
The South End is the South End East Boston is Eastie.
The North End is east of the former West End. The West End and Scollay Square are no more; a guy named Rappaport got rid of them one night.
Roxbury is The Burry, Jamaica Plain is J.P.

Definitions:
Frappes have ice cream, milkshakes don't. If it is fizzy and flavored, it's tonic. Soda is CLUB SODA. "Pop" is Dad.
When we want Tonic WATER, we will ask for Tonic WATER.

The smallest beer is a pint.

Scrod is whatever they tell you it is, usually fish.
If you paid more than $6/pound, you got scrod.
It's not a water fountain; it's a bubblah.
It's not a trashcan; it's a barrel.
It's not a shopping cart; it's a carriage.
It's not a purse; it's a pock-a-book.
They're not franks; they're haht dahgs. Franks are
money in France.
Police don't drive patrol units or black and whites
they drive a "crooza".
If you take the bus, you're on the "looza crooza".
It's not a rubber band, it's an elastic.
It's not a traffic circle, it's a rotary.
Going to the islands" means Martha's Vineyard & Nantucket.
If something's good, it's "pissa". If something's
really good, it's "wicked pissa".

The Pat's = The Patriots
The Sox = The Red Sox
The C's = The Celtics
The B's = The Bruins

Things not to do:
Don't pahk your cah in Hahvid Yahd ... they'll tow it
to Meffa (Medford) or Slumaville (Somerville).

Don't sleep in the Common. (Boston Common)

Don't wear Orange in Southie on St. Patrick's Day.

Things you should know:
There are two State Houses, two City Halls, two
courthouses, two Hancock buildings (one old, one new for each).

The colored lights on top the old Hancock tell the
weatha':
"Solid blue, clear view...."
"Flashing blue, clouds due...."
"Solid red, rain ahead...."
"Flashing red, snow instead...." - (except in
summer; flashing red means the Red Sox game was rained out)

Route 128 is also I-95 south. It's also I-93 north. (I hate that one.)

The underground train is not a subway. It's the "T",
and it doesn't run all night (fah chrysakes, this
ain't Noo Yawk).

Order the "cold tea" in China Town after 2:00 am
you'll get a kettle full of beer.

Bostonians... think that it's their God-given right to
cut off someone in traffic.

Bostonians...think that there are only 25 letters in
the alphabet (no R's).

Bostonians...think that three straight days of 90+
temperatures is a heat wave.

Bostonians...refer to six inches of snow as a
"dusting."

Bostonians...always "bang a left" as soon as the light turns green, and oncoming traffic always expects it.

Bostonians...say everything in town is "a five-minute walk." (pronounced "wok")

Bostonians...believe that using your turn signal is a
sign of weakness.

Bostonians...think that 63-degree ocean water is warm.


Send this one to your friends who don't live in
Boston!!

Bostonians...think Rhode Island accents are annoying.

How to say these Massachusetts city names correctly:
Worcester: Wuhsta (or Wistah)
Gloucester: Glawsta
Leicester: Lesta
Woburn: Wooban
Dedham: Dedim (like denim)
Revere: Re-vee-ah
Quincy: Quinzee
Peabody: Pea-bud'-dee
Waltham: Wahlt-ham
Chatham: Chahttum

Please, no thank you. Just a humane endeavour for the untutored savages amongst us.

Oh, my Gawd, Bawstin, Those are fabulous tips. There's a language that even Francis can't translate.

See, folks? Our Bob is not just another pretty face.

Mc wrote-



Pretty good Mc.Like it!.Very witty.

CARUSO (Lucio Dalla)
Qui dove il mare luccica e tira forte il vento
Sulla vecchia terrazza davanti al golfo di Surriento
Un uomo abbraccia una ragazza dopo che aveva pianto
Poi si schiarisce la voce e ricomincia il canto
Te vojo bene assai ma tanto tanto bene assai
É 'na catena ormai e scioglie il sangue in't'e vene assai

Vide le luci in mezzo al mare penso' alle notti là in America
Ma erano solo le lampane e la bianca scia di un'elica
Senti' il dolore nella musica si alzo' dal pianoforte
Ma quando vide la luna uscire da una nuvola
Gli sembro' piu' dolce anche la morte
Guardo' negli occhi la ragazza quegli occhi verdi come il mare
Poi all'improvviso usci' una lacrima e lui credette di affogare
Te vojo bene assai ma tanto tanto bene assai
É 'na catena ormai e scioglie il sangue in't'e vene assai

Potenza della lirica dove ogni dramma é un falso
Che con un po' di trucco e con la mimica puoi diventare un altro
Ma due occhi che ti guardano cosi' vicini e veri
Fanno scordare le parole confondono i pensieri
Cosi' divento' tutto piccolo anche le notti la in America
Ti volti e vedi la tua vita come la scia di un'elica
Ma si é la vita che finisce ma lui non ci penso' poi tanto
Anzi si senti' quasi felice e ricomincio' il suo canto
Te vojo bene assai ma tanto tanto bene assai
É 'na catena ormai e scioglie il sangue in't'e vene assai
Te vojo bene assai ma tanto tanto bene assai
É 'na catena ormai e scioglie il sangue in't'e vene assai

spendius, don't you know that it's past your bedtime? Europe is asleep.<smile>

et tu, edgar? Whatever that Caruso reads I still love that man, even when I don't understand.

How does one say shrimp scampi in Italian?

back later, Italianos.

a cartoon for edgar

having grown up amongst longshoremen and sailors in the port of hamburg, i've always enjoyed sailors' and capstan songs. this one also pays tribute to the fine spanish ladies . hbg
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Spanish Ladies
Traditional - Lyrics from Shanties from the Seven Seas, by Stan Hugill


Farewell an' adieu to you fair Spanish ladies,
Farewell an' adieu to you ladies of Spain,
For we've received orders for to sail for old England,
An' hope very shortly to see you again.

We'll rant an' we'll roar, like true British sailors,
We'll rant an' we'll rave across the salt seas,
'Till we strike soundings in the Channel of Old England,
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-four leagues.

We hove our ship to, with the wind at sou'west, boys,
We hove our ship to for to take soundings clear.
In fifty-five fathoms with a fine sandy bottom,
We filled our maintops'l, up Channel did steer.

The first land we made was a point called the Deadman,
Next Ramshead off Plymouth, Start, Portland, and Wight.
We sailed then by Beachie, by Fairlee and Dungeyness,
Then bore straight away for the South Foreland Light.

Now the signal was made for the Grand Fleet to anchor,
We clewed up our tops'ls, stuck out tacks and sheets.
We stood by our stoppers, we brailed in our spankers,
And anchored ahead of the noblest of fleets.

Let every man here drink up his full bumper,
Let every man here drink up his full bowl,
And let us be jolly and drown melancholy,
Drink a health to each jovial an' true-hearted soul.