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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Fri 16 Dec, 2005 07:28 am
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Fri 16 Dec, 2005 07:31 am
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Fri 16 Dec, 2005 07:32 am
Liv Ullmann
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Liv Johanne Ullmann (born December 16, 1938) is a Norwegian actress, author and film director. She played lead roles in nine films by Ingmar Bergman, with whom she had an out-of-wedlock child, a daughter, the Norwegian/Swedish author Linn Ullmann.

Liv Ullman was born in Tokyo (where her engineer father was working at the time), and grew up in Trondheim, Norway.

Her work with Bergman, especially in the powerful Scenes from a Marriage, turned her into a 1970s feminist and cultural icon, as well as one of the most respected actresses of her time. She was nominated twice for an Academy Award (for The Emigrants and Face to Face), and published two successful biographies (Changing and Choices).

She has been living in New York City for many years with her second husband, U.S. citizen Donald Saunders, whom she married in 1985.

She is multi-lingual, speaking Norwegian, Swedish, English and other European languages. She is also a committed UNICEF goodwill ambassador, and has travelled widely for the organisation.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liv_Ullmann
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Letty
 
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Reply Fri 16 Dec, 2005 08:03 am
Ah, Bob of Boston, it is good to see that you are NOT resting on your laurels today. Thanks, hawkman, for the marvelous bio's which most of us here recognize.

This song, based upon Beethoven's Ninth, comes from the album Difficult to Cure by Rainbow:


Magic

There's a light in the sky
That hangs on the edge of illusion
Something very fine but it's something
You know is there
Mystery of time hidden by a man of confusion
But the hand is quicker than the eye

Only the stranger knows why
'Cos it's magic
You know it's magic that you'll find
You see it's magic
I know who you are there's magic in you

Keep your eye on the man
And don't look away for a moment
How is it done how does he make me see
Something up his sleeve when he speaks you want
To believe him

But the hand is quicker than the eye
Only stranger knows why
'Cos it's magic
Can't you see it's magic that you'll find
You know it's magic
I know who you are 'cos there's magic in you

Driven by a force
Moving in another dimension
Here for today, gone for eternity
Seeking for truth
hidden by the word of his wisdom

But the hand is quicker than the eye
Only the stranger knows why
Can't you feel it's magic
You know it's magic that you'll find
I said it's magic
I know who you are 'cos there's magic in you
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Letty
 
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Reply Fri 16 Dec, 2005 12:23 pm
News break:

Senate Rejects Extension of Patriot Act By JESSE J. HOLLAND, Associated Press Writer
10 minutes ago



WASHINGTON - The Senate on Friday rejected attempts to reauthorize several provisions of the USA Patriot Act as infringing too much on Americans' privacy and liberty, dealing a huge defeat to the Bush administration and Republican leaders.


In a crucial vote early Friday, the bill's Senate supporters were not able to get the 60 votes needed to overcome a threatened filibuster by Sens. Russ Feingold, D-Wis., and Larry Craig, R-Idaho, and their allies. The final vote was 52-47.

President Bush, Attorney General Alberto Gonzales and Republicans congressional leaders had lobbied fiercely to make most of the expiring Patriot Act provisions permanent, and add new safeguards and expiration dates to the two most controversial parts: roving wiretaps and secret warrants for books, records and other items from businesses, hospitals and organizations such as libraries.

Feingold, Craig and other critics said that wasn't enough, and have called for the law to be extended in its present form so they can continue to try and add more civil liberties safeguards. But Bush, Senate Majority Leader Bill Frist and House Speaker Dennis Hastert have said they won't accept a short-term extension of the law.

If a compromise is not reached, the 16 Patriot Act provisions expire on Dec. 31.

Let's hope it expires, folks
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djjd62
 
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Reply Fri 16 Dec, 2005 05:28 pm
next up in my continuing series of long distance dedications, some songs for yvonne, almost 20 years on i still can't figure us out, but a part of me will always love you

Little Time Bomb
Billy Bragg

One of them's off her food
And the other one's off his head
And both of them are off down the boozer
To drink a toast
To the one that he hates most
And she says there are no winners, only losers

Well if there are no winners
Then what is this he thinks
As he watches her complete a lap of honour
And he sits in the stands With his head in his hands
And he thinks of all the things
He'd like to bring down upon her

Revenge will bring cold comfort in this darkest hour
As the juke box says 'It's All Over Now'
And he stands and he screams
What have I done wrong
I've fallen in love with a little time bomb

In public he's such a man
He's punching at the walls with his bare and bloody hands
He's screaming and shouting and acting crazy
But at home he sits alone and he cries like a baby

He holds your letters but he can't read them
As he fights this loneliness that you call freedom
You said this would happen and you were not wrong
I've fallen in love with a little time bomb



Puttin' On The Ritz
Irving Berlin

Have you seen the well-to-do
Up and down Park Avenue
On that famous thoroughfare
With their noses in the air

High hats and narrow collars
White spats and lots of dollars
Spending every dime
For a wonderful time

Now, if you're blue
And you don't know where to go to
Why don't you go where fashion sits
Puttin' on the Ritz
Different types who wear a daycoat
Pants with stripes and cutaway coat
Perfect fits
Puttin' on the Ritz

Dressed up like a million dollar trooper
Trying hard to look like Gary Cooper
Super-duper

Come, let's mix where Rockefellers
Walk with sticks or "umberellas"
In their mitts
Puttin' on the Ritz

------ short instrumental break ------

Tips his hat just like an English chappie
To a lady with a wealthy pappy
Very snappy

You'll declare it's simply topping
To be there and hear them swapping
Smart tidbits
Puttin' on the Ritz


Take the Skinheads Bowling
Camper Van Beethoven

Every day, I wake up and pray to Jah
And he increases the number of clocks by exactly one
Everybody's comin' home for lunch these days
Last night there were skinheads on my lawn

Take the skinheads bowling
Take them bowling
Take the skinheads bowling
Take them bowling

Some people say that bowling alleys got big lanes
Some people say that bowling alleys all look the same
There's not a line that goes here that rhymes with anything
I had a dream last night, but I forget what it was
I had a dream last night about you, my friend
I had a dream--I wanted to sleep next to plastic
I had a dream--I wanted to lick your knees
I had a dream--it was about nothing


Seasons In The Sun
Terry Jacks

Goodbye to you, my trusted friend.
We've known each other since we're nine or ten.
Together we climbed hills or trees.
Learned of love and ABC's,
skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.

Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die,
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Pretty girls are everywhere.
When you see them I'll be there.

We had joy, we had fun,
we had seasons in the sun.
But the hills that we climbed
were just seasons out of time.

Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me,
I was the black sheep of the family.
You tried to teach me right from wrong.
Too much wine and too much song,
wonder how I get along.

Goodbye, Papa, it's hard to die
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Little children everywhere.
When you see them I'll be there.

We had joy, we had fun,
we had seasons in the sun.
But the wine and the song,
like the seasons, all have gone.

Goodbye, Michelle, my little one.
You gave me love and helped me find the sun.
And every time that I was down
you would always come around
and get my feet back on the ground.

Goodbye, Michelle, it's hard to die
when all the bird are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
With the flowers ev'rywhere.
I whish that we could both be there.

We had joy, we had fun,
we had seasons in the sun.
But the stars we could reach
were just starfishs on the beach
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Letty
 
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Reply Fri 16 Dec, 2005 05:43 pm
dj, of all the themes that you have done, this approach is the dearest.

Seasons in the Sun is so sad, Canada.

Well, folks, here's a memory song from me to Buck

IN A SENTIMENTAL MOOD
In a sentimental mood
I can see the stars come through my room
while your loving attitude
is like a flame that lights the gloom.
On the wings of every kiss
drifts a melody so strange and sweet.
In this sentimental bliss
you make my paradise complete.
Rose petals seem to fall,
it's all like a dream to call you mine.
My heart's a lighter thing
since you made this night a thing divine.
In a sentimental mood
I'm within a world so heavenly
for I never dreamt that you'd
be loving sentimental me.

He played trumpet so very sweet.
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djjd62
 
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Reply Fri 16 Dec, 2005 06:05 pm
why thank you, i'm quite looking forward to this assignment myself
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Letty
 
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Reply Fri 16 Dec, 2005 06:10 pm
dj, you are something else, buddy. I just discovered on the Where Am I thread that there's a newbie from Toronto whose moniker is tico. Wow, folks. What a surprise.

Now, listeners, I am wondering about our Raggedy.
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djjd62
 
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Reply Fri 16 Dec, 2005 06:13 pm
some songs by a canadian artist

Six O'clock News
Kathleen Edwards

Copper on the corner and he loaded two rounds
And I can't cross the line to talk you down
And Peter, sweet baby, where'd you get that gun?
You spend half your life trying to turn the other half around

And I tried to come clean, but I guess its no use
Your face is all over the six o'clock news
They cleared the streets and then they closed the schools
I can't even get inside

Did you lose your head when the FARM went down?
or was it when your daddy died after he moved to town
And I know your mama calls you good for nothin'
She says her baby is a Failer and she don't want you callin'


And I tried to come clean, but I guess its no use
Your face is all over the six o'clock news
They cleared the streets and then they closed the schools
I can't even get inside

and Peter, sweet baby, there's just something that I gotta say to you
I'm gonna have your baby this coming June
We could get a little place down by Gilmour Park
You could do a little time and save my broken heart

And I tried to come clean, but I guess its no use
Your face is all over the six o'clock news
They cleared the streets and then they closed the schools
I can't even get inside

I tried to come clean, but I guess its no use
Copper went ahead and he just shot you through
Now you're lying dead on the avenue
I can't feel my broken heart

And I can't feel my broken heart


One More Song the Radio Won't Like
Kathleen Edwards

Johnny little rocket star flashing the label's credit card
His name is at the door but no one knew what for
Says he's got a strategy
I'm a test of his sanity
Wire cars and whiskey
Bad debts and dirty laundry

You can't even make up my mind
One more song the radio won't like

Reel it in and shut your mouth
Reputations are in doubt
Write a hit so I can talk you up
No one likes a girl who won't sober up

You can't even make up my mind
One more song radio won't like

So brush your hair and straighten up
Put down the drink you just got
Johnny little rocket star
Picked up a girl at the bar

So I keep my sanity
Wire cars and everything
I guess that we are through
The bad advice from you

You can't even make up my mind
One more song the radio won't like


In State
Kathleen Edwards

I can spot your kind a million miles away
Buckle down boots and a bloodshot gaze
You talk so sweet until the going gets tough
The last job you pulled was never big enough

Don't say you'll change after the next time
You wouldn't even be yourself if you weren't telling a lie

Cuz I know where the cops hang out
I know where you'll be found
I know what you're all about
I know when you're going down

You only call me honey when we're alone
Hiding at your place up on slack road
You've got an answer for every little thing
You can't even tell me where you've been

My face couldn't make you leave it behind
Maybe 20 years in state will change your mind

Cuz I know where the cops hang out
I know where you'll be found
I know what you're all about
I know when you're going down

Don't say you'll change after the next time
You wouldn't even be yourself if you weren't telling a lie
Maybe 20 years in state will change your mind

Cuz I know where the cops hang out
I know where you'll be found
I know what you're all about
I know you'll never change now

I know my love was good enough
I know you would have shed my blood
I know you can't shut me up
I know when you're going down


Back To Me
Kathleen Edwards

I've got ways to make you sorry
Start my life with someone else
I've got ways to make you fall
Tell you all the things that I lied about
I've got ways to make you mad
Just laughing at the girl sittin on your lap
I've got ways to make you sing my songs
The ones I ain't written yet

chorus
I've got plots you've never seen
I've got moves I've never used
I've got ways to make you come
Back to me

I've got ways to make you strange
Drug you up and drag you home
I've got ways to track you down
In all of the places you like to go

I've got ways to make you crazy
Wear all the things you always wanted me to
I've got ways to make you run
And my daddy is coming for you

chorus
I've got plots you've never seen
I've got moves I've never used
I've got ways to make you come
Back to me

I've got ways to make you hear me
Just by whispering your name
I've got ways to make you think
You'll never be happy again

I've got ways to make you see
I'm so much better than before
I've got ways to make you swear
You won't want your old life anymore
chorus
I've got plots you've never seen
I've got moves I've never used
I've got ways to make you come
Back to me
x2
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Letty
 
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Reply Fri 16 Dec, 2005 06:23 pm
Well, dj. It seems that you folks from up North have a monopoly on fantastic musicians. Thanks for the introduction to yet another.

We also miss our Mr. Turtle, so here's a song to him:

Artist: The Turtles Lyrics
Song: Happy Together Lyrics

Imagine me and you, I do
I think about you day and night, it's only right
To think about the girl you love and hold her tight
So happy together

If I should call you up, invest a dime
And you say you belong to me and ease my mind
Imagine how the world could be, so very fine
So happy together

I can't see me lovin' nobody but you
For all my life
When you're with me, baby the skies'll be blue
For all my life

Me and you and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice, it has to be
The only one for me is you, and you for me
So happy together

I can't see me lovin' nobody but you
For all my life
When you're with me, baby the skies'll be blue
For all my life

Me and you and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice, it has to be
The only one for me is you, and you for me
So happy together

Ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba

Me and you and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice, it has to be
The only one for me is you, and you for me
So happy together

So happy together
How is the weather
So happy together
We're happy together
So happy together
Happy together
So happy together
So happy together (ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba)

Found an interesting thing about that song, folks.
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djjd62
 
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Reply Fri 16 Dec, 2005 06:32 pm
Kathleen Edwards

http://www.gibson.com/whatsnew/pressrelease/2003/images/americana/edwards.jpg

After being hailed as one of the finest and most distinctive singer-songwriters to emerge in 2003, Kathleen Edwards is poised to vault to the front rank of contemporary music with her superlative sophomore album, Back To Me.

Back To Me (out March 1, 2005 on Zoë/Rounder) features 11 new songs that cover an ambitious range of themes, styles and emotions: from the brash bracingly-delivered self-confidence of the driving title cut to unique takes on matters of the heart on "Old Time Sake" and "Summerlong" to the bruised emotions of "Independent Thief" and "Away," climaxing with the hard-earned wisdom of "Good Things."

The New York Times praised Edwards as a writer whose songs can "pare situations down to a few dozen words while they push country-rock towards its primal impulses of thump and twang," and on Back To Me, she once again demonstrates that she can rock hard but also move a listener with heart stopping insights.

"It's always been important to me that my records work as an album - that it isn't just a collection of songs, but something that creates a real, vivid, three-dimensional portrait. And I don't want to rely on the same dynamic and style on every song. I want to use every crayon in the box, and I feel like I accomplished that with Back To Me," says Edwards.

The 26-year-old singer-songwriter's 2003 debut Failer started as an indie project recorded with friends in the Ottawa music scene. It was released by MapleMusic in Canada and Zoë/Rounder in the U.S., and on the strength of three singles - "Six O'Clock News," "One More Song The Radio Won't Like" and "Hockey Skates" - Failer was acclaimed as one of the finest debut records in recent memory. No Depression said the album marked "the arrival of a rare talent." Rolling Stone declared her one of year's most promising new acts and Blender said Failer's songs possessed "an indefinable pull that makes you love the characters they describe, no matter how fucked up they are." Edwards toured relentlessly with Failer, collecting an armload of accolades and fans around the world.

"Failer was made really without any preconceptions or expectations," says Edwards. "I was just working with my friends and trying to make the best record I could. I don't think even in my wildest dreams I imagined I'd end up on Letterman and Leno, touring everywhere and opening for The Stones and AC/DC and Bob Dylan. I wasn't aiming for any of that, but it all happened."

"When it came time to make Back To Me, I tried to put all that aside and really focused on the job at hand, which is writing and recording songs that say what I want to say and making music with my friends and people I trust and admire," Edwards says.

The album was mixed in Los Angeles by Jim Scott (Tom Petty, Whiskeytown) and was recorded over the course of nine months at Toronto's Reaction studio, with Edwards' touring band (Colin Cripps - guitar, Kevin McCarragher - bass, Joel Anderson - drums) providing core support. Production was handled by Cripps, and guests on the record include My Morning Jacket's Jim James (who lends his voice to "Independent Thief"), keyboardists Benmont Tench (best known for his work with Tom Petty's Heartbreakers - a favorite of Edwards'), Pierre Marchand (Sarah McLachlan) and Richard Bell (The Band, Janis Joplin). Edwards' pal, Ottawa-based singer songwriter Jim Bryson, sings on "Summerlong" and she also covers Bryson's "Somewhere Else." Edwards says Cripps was crucial to ensuring Back To Me delivered on Failer's promise.

"Colin knows me so well, knows my songs better than anyone, and he stayed true to making the album that I wanted to make. I knew I could trust him and that made everything come together really naturally." The leadoff track, "In State," echoes back to Failer's opening cut, "Six O'Clock News." "I was just imagining what might have led up to the police standoff in 'Six O'Clock News.' It's a very different kind of song, but I wanted to explore how someone gets into that kind of desperate situation." "Pink Emerson Radio" examines her own relocation to Toronto as well as recalling a long-ago escape from an apartment fire. "I just instinctively grabbed my violin and my guitar. Those situations test you; they force you to define what matters in your life."

"Independent Thief" and "Old Time Sake" (the latter co-written with Peter Cash of The Cash Brothers) are haunted by the ghost of past relationships, whereas "Away" audibly aches for the comfort of distant friends. Edwards' describes the buoyant "Summerlong" as "probably the most straightforward I'm-in-love song I will ever write."

If there's a theme running through the album, it is absence; not surprising from someone who put in over 200 shows in support of Failer and spent the early part of her life traveling with her family. Her father served as a Canadian diplomat and the Edwards clan spent years in both Korea and Switzerland. During that time she studied classical violin but when she returned to Ottawa, she picked up the guitar and began writing songs. "Good Things" touches on the comforts of family (There are some things that I believe/Like if you've got nothing you've still got your family) and was inspired by her brother.

As surely as Edwards was able to return her focus to her songwriting and recording, the songs on Back To Me acknowledge that, for her personally, some things have changed.

"The song 'Away' was written on one of the few days off I had from touring last year," she says. "The toughest part of touring for me was the fact that I wasn't returning to what had been my home for so long, and my friends weren't around. I covered Jim Bryson's song 'Somewhere Else' because it was a song I always connected with, especially because it was about dislocation. 'Copied Keys' is a song I wrote when I had just started living in Toronto, and now that I look back, I realize that a new chapter in my life was starting, and that the song really shows how reluctant I was to accept it."

If there's one thing Edwards' travels showed her, though, it is that the music world, too, is ripe for change.

"I do get a sense that there is a change coming. People are getting tired of a lot of the safe, predictable, plastic music that has been shoved at them in recent years. They responded to my record and I know there's this big reservoir of music, and of music lovers, that have been waiting for something new, something a little more substantial. As a music fan, I'm hoping that change does happen. And as singer and songwriter, I'd love to be a part of it."

Or, as she sings on Back To Me's title cut: I've got ways to make you sing my songs/Ones I ain't written yet/I've got lights you've never seen/I've got moves I've never used/I've got ways to make you come/Back to me.

So welcome back, Kathleen Edwards.
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Letty
 
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Reply Fri 16 Dec, 2005 06:41 pm
Well, dj. We'll take Kathleen back, right folks?

Then, of course, there is the lovely song, "I'll Take you Home Again Kathleen."

Sorry all. My dad loved that Irish song, and he wasn't even Irish. <smile>

For the Irish out there:

Christmas In Killarney

The holly green, the ivy green
The prettiest picture you've ever seen
Is Christmas in Killarney
With all of the folks at home

It's nice, you know, to kiss your beau
While cuddling under the mistletoe
And Santa Claus you know, of course
Is one of the boys from home

The door is always open
The neighbors pay a call
And Father John before he's gone
Will bless the house and all

How grand it feels to click your heels
And join in the fun of the jigs and reels
I'm handing you no blarney
The likes you've never known
Is Christmas in Killarney
With all of the folks at home
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djjd62
 
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Reply Fri 16 Dec, 2005 06:50 pm
you made me want to hear, i'll take you home again kathleen

so here it is

I'll Take You Home Again, Kathleen

I'll Take You Home Again, Kathleen
Across the ocean wild and wide
To where your heart has ever been
Since first you were my bonnie bride.
The roses all have left your cheek.
I've watched them fade away and die
Your voice is sad when e'er you speak
And tears bedim your loving eyes.

Refrain:
Oh! I will take you back, Kathleen
To where your heart will feel no pain
And when the fields are fresh and green
I'II take you to your home again!

I know you love me, Kathleen, dear
Your heart was ever fond and true.
I always feel when you are near
That life holds nothing dear, but you.
The smiles that once you gave to me
I scarcely ever see them now
Though many, many times I see
A dark'ning shadow on your brow.
Refrain:

To that dear home beyond the sea
My Kathleen shall again return.
And when thy old friends welcome thee
Thy loving heart will cease to yearn.
Where laughs the little silver stream
Beside your mother's humble cot
And brightest rays of sunshine gleam
There all your grief will be forgot.
Refrain:
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Letty
 
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Reply Fri 16 Dec, 2005 06:56 pm
ah, dj. I love that song, and it is really beautiful when played on piano.
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djjd62
 
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Reply Fri 16 Dec, 2005 07:00 pm
i'm a posting fool tonight

here's a classic

Paper of Pins

(In England 200 years ago, this was a dance called "The Keys to Canterbury.")

Boys: I'll give to you a paper of pins, if that's the way our love begins,
If you will marry, marry, marry, you will marry me.

Girls: I'll not accept your paper of pins, if that's the way our love begins,
And I'll not marry, marry, marry, I'll not marry you.

Boys: I'll give to you a dress of red, stitched all around with golden thread,
If you will marry, marry, marry, you will marry me.

Girls: I'll not accept your dress of red, stitched all around with golden thread,
And I'll not marry, marry, marry, I'll not marry you.

Boys: I'll give to you a dress of green, that you may look just like the Queen,
If you will marry, marry, marry, you will marry me.

Girls: I'll not accept your dress of green, that I may look just like the Queen,
And I'll not marry, marry, marry, I'll not marry you.

Boys: I'll give to you a little dog, Tray, to go with you when you go away,
If you will marry, marry, marry, you will marry me.

Girls: I'll not accept your little dog, Tray, to go with me when I go away,
And I'll not marry, marry, marry, I'll not marry you.

Boys: I'll give to you a coach and four, that you may ride from door to door,
If you will marry, marry, marry, you will marry me.

Girls: I'll not accept your coach and four, that I may ride from door to door,
And I'll not marry, marry, marry, I'll not marry you.

Boys: I'll give to you the key to my heart, that we may marry and never part,
If you will marry, marry, marry, you will marry me.

Girls: I'll not accept the key to your heart, that we may marry and never part,
And I'll not marry, marry, marry, I'll not marry you.

Boys: I'll give to you the key to my chest, so you have money at your request,
If you will marry, marry, marry, you will marry me.

Girls: I will accept the key to your chest! So I have money at my request!
And I will marry, marry, marry, I will marry you!

Boys: You love coffee & I love tea; you love my money more than you love me,
So I'll not marry, marry, marry, I'll not marry you.

Girls: Then I shall choose to be an old maid; I'll take my chair & sit in the shade,
And I won't marry, marry, marry, I won't marry you!*

Boys: What good's my money without you? Take my heart and money, too.
And I will marry, marry, marry, I will marry you.*

* some versions leave off the last to stanzas
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yitwail
 
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Reply Fri 16 Dec, 2005 07:05 pm
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mikey
 
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Reply Fri 16 Dec, 2005 07:13 pm
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Letty
 
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Reply Fri 16 Dec, 2005 07:48 pm
How wonderful, listeners, to see Irish Mikey back with us. Thanks for that lovely language song complete with translation.(thank goodness)

dj, you ain't no fool, honey. I recall paper of pins as well as silver threads and golden needles.<smile>

Well, Mr. Turtle, Janis was perfect, and although you are delightful, I've heard tell, that if a mud turtle bites you, he'll never let go until the sun sets.

How about this, listeners:

Robert Burns
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes!
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise!
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream ---
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream!
Thou stock dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen,
Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den,
Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear ---
I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair!

How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills,
Far mark'd with the courses of clear, winding rills!
There daily I wander, as noon rises high,
My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye.

How pleasant thy banks and green vallies below,
Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow;
There oft, as mild ev'ning weeps over the lea,
The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.

Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides!
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave,
As, gath'ring sweet flow'rets, she stems thy clear wave!

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes!
Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays!
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream ---
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream!

And to the same melody:

Away in a manger,
No crib for His bed
The little Lord Jesus
Laid down His sweet head

The stars in the bright sky
Looked down where He lay
The little Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay

The cattle are lowing
The poor Baby wakes
But little Lord Jesus
No crying He makes

I love Thee, Lord Jesus
Look down from the sky
And stay by my side,
'Til morning is nigh.

Be near me, Lord Jesus,
I ask Thee to stay
Close by me forever
And love me I pray

Bless all the dear children
In Thy tender care
And take us to heaven
To live with Thee there
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Reply Fri 16 Dec, 2005 08:04 pm
and now, listeners, it is time for Letty to say goodnight.

I will let "Flow Gently Sweet Afton" be my goodnight song.

I hope all of Europe will be back with us tomorrow as well as our Raggedy.

Blowing kisses to you all.

From Letty with love
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