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Wow! Mr. Turtle. That is one powerful monologue type contribution. A grim reminder, buddy.



Hmmm. and here it is Sunday, all ready.

D'accord, il existait
D'autres façons de se quitter
Quelques éclats de verre
Auraient peut-être pu nous aider
Dans ce silence amer
J'ai décidé de pardonner
Les erreurs qu'on peut faire
C'est pas grave; trop s'aimer
D'accord souvent la petite fille
En moi souvent te réclamait
Presque comme une mère
Tu me bordais, me protégeais
Je t'ai volé ce sang
Qu'on aurait pas dû partager
à bout de mots, de rêves
Je vais crier

Je t'aime, je t'aime
Comme un fou, comme un soldat
Comme une star de cinéma
Je t'aime, je t'aime
Comme un loup, comme un roi
Comme un homme que je ne suis pas
Tu vois, je t'aime comme ça

D'accord, je t'ai confié
Tous mes sourires, tous mes secrets
Míme ceux, don't seul un frère
Est le gardien inavoué
Dans cette maison de pierre
Satan nous regardait danser
J'ai tant voulu la guerre
De corps qui se faisaient la paix

Refrain

Je t'aime, je t'aime
Comme un fou comme un soldat
Comme une star de cinéma
Je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime
Comme un loup, comme un roi
Comme un homme que je ne suis pas
Tu vois, je t'aime comme ça
Tu vois je t'aime comme ça



Translation:

My love

Evidently we knew
Of better ways to say goodbye
But whenever love is through
Hearts need to find a reason why
Lost inside the maze
I dreamed of you and I forgave
The things we do for love
When love is all
Repeatedly, it's true
The child in me would long for you
And readily you'd give
To set me free you'd mother me
I crept into your soul
Before I knew that it was wrong
Lost for words and dreams
I'm gonna scream

My love, my love
I love you innocently
Like a star upon a screen
My love, my love
I need you eagerly
Like the man I will never be
My love I love you so

So wrong to place in you
All of my dreams, all of the pain
Too late now to undo
I shoulda known there'd come the rain
Trapped inside the gates
We danced the night through satan's gaze
My love, oh how I yearned
To feel the burn of your caress

Refrain

My love, my love
I love you innocently
Like a star upon a screen
My love, my love, my love, my love, my world, my soul
I need you desperately
Like the man I will never be
My love I love you so
My love I love you so

Welcome back, Francis. That is a beautiful love song, Paris, and takes the sting out of the fallen angel. Thank you for the French lyrics and the translation.

I do believe, folks, that it is going to be a better day, today.

Opera? Didn't really think of it, but I doubt it. Classical music is fine, but not really an opera fan.

No, I didn't recognize the excerpt. It was mere coincidence...haha!

That fellow is Rowan Atkinson, who's playing Blackadder there. He's more widely known as Mr. Bean. :wink:

Well, listeners, there's our Reyn again. Aha! Mr. Bean. I should have know that, B.C. <smile>

News from filmdom:

Utah Theater Cancels 'Brokeback Mountain' 17 minutes ago



SALT LAKE CITY - A movie theater owned by Utah Jazz owner Larry Miller abruptly changed its screening plans and decided not to show the film "Brokeback Mountain." The film, an R-rated Western gay romance story, was supposed to open Friday at the Megaplex at Jordan Commons in Sandy, a suburb of Salt Lake City. Instead it was pulled from the schedule.



A message posted at the ticket window read: "There has been a change in booking and we will not be showing 'Brokeback Mountain.' We apologize for any inconvenience."

Cal Gunderson, manager of the Jordan Commons Megaplex, declined to comment.

The film, starring Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal, is about two cowboys who discover feelings for one another. The two eventually marry women but rekindle their relationship over the years.

The movie's distributor, Focus Features, said that hours before opening, the theater management "reneged on their licensing agreement," and refused to open the film.

Well, folks, that's Mormon country, so I'm not really surprised.

Did I hear Heath Ledger?




And a Happy Birthday to David Bowie.



Just love the way he does:

David Bowie - Cat People Lyrics

See these eyes so green
I can stare for a thousand years
Colder than the moon

Feel my blood enraged
It?s just the fear of losing you
Don?t you know my name
Well, you been so long

And I?ve been putting out fire
With gasoline

See these eyes so red
Red like jungle burning bright
Those who feel me near
Pull the blinds and change their minds
It?s been so long

Still this pulsing night
A plague I call a heartbeat
Just be still with me
But it wouldn?t believe what I?ve been thru
You?ve been so long
Well it?s been so long

And I?ve been putting out the fire with gasoline
Putting out the fire
With gasoline

See these tears so blue
An ageless heart that can never mend
Tears can never dry
A judgement made can never bend

See these eyes so green
I can stare for a thousand years
Just be still with me
You wouldn?t believe what I?ve been thru

Well you?ve been so long
It?s been so long
And I?ve been putting out fire with gasoline
Putting out fire with gasoline

Putting out fire
We?ve been putting out fire
Well it?s been so long so long so long
Yes it?s been so long so long so long
I?ve been putting out fire
Been so long so long so long
And putting out fire
Been so long so long so long
Yeah yeah putting out fire.............

David Bowie - Amsterdam

In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who sings
Of the dreams that he brings
From the wide open sea
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who sleeps
While the river bank weeps
To the old willow tree

In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who dies
Full of beer, full of cries
In a drunken town fight
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who's born
On a hot muggy morn
By the dawn's early light

In the port of Amsterdam
Where the sailors all meet
There's a sailor who eats
Only fish heads and tails
And he'll show you his teeth
That have rotted too soon
That can haul up the sails
That can swallow the moon

And he yells to the cook
With his arms open wide
"Hey, bring me more fish
Throw it down by my side"
And he wants so to belch
But he's too full to try
So he stands up and laughs
And he zips up his fly


In the port of Amsterdam
You can see sailors dance
Paunches bursting their pants
Grinding women to porch
They've forgotten the tune
That their whiskey voice croaked
Splitting the night
With the roar of their jokes
And they turn and they dance
And they laugh and they lust
Till the rancid sound of the accordion bursts
And then out of the night
With their pride in their pants
And the sluts that they tow
Underneath the street lamps

In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who drinks
And he drinks and he drinks
And he drinks once again
He'll drink to the health
Of the whores of Amsterdam
Who've given their bodies
To a thousand other men
Yeah, they've bargained their virtue
Their goodness all gone
For a few dirty coins
Well he just can't go on
Throws his nose to the sky
And he aims it up above
And he pisses like I cry
On the unfaithful love

In the port of Amsterdam
In the port of Amsterdam

Just reading. It's been a long time since I took time to read poetry. Kinda neat to read it out loud to hear/feel the pulse and grit of the words.

Well, there's our Raggedy, listeners, with two great pictures, and a cat song from David.

Sorry, PA. I don't know Heath Ledger. You'll have to refresh my memory, I'm afraid, and I'll blame it on lack of sleep.

Francis, I loved the lyrics to Amsterdam, but have never heard it. I did enjoy David Bowie in Labyrinth, however, where he was the goblin king.

Good to see our Mapleleaf back and reading. <smile>

This is the original song, composed, written and sung by Jacques Brel.
He is the greatest in my book.
David Bowie sang the translation to make that great song international.

Dans le port d'Amsterdam
Y a des marins qui chantent
Les rêves qui les hantent
Au large d'Amsterdam
Dans le port d'Amsterdam
Y a des marins qui dorment
Comme des oriflammes
Le long des berges mornes
Dans le port d'Amsterdam
Y a des marins qui meurent
Pleins de bière et de drames
Aux premières lueurs
Mais dans le port d'Amsterdam
Y a des marins qui naissent
Dans la chaleur épaisse
Des langueurs océanes

Dans le port d'Amsterdam
Y a des marins qui mangent
Sur des nappes trop blanches
Des poissons ruisselants
Ils vous montrent des dents
A croquer la fortune
A décroisser la lune
A bouffer des haubans
Et ça sent la morue
Jusque dans le cœur des frites
Que leurs grosses mains invitent
A revenir en plus
Puis se lèvent en riant
Dans un bruit de tempête
Referment leur braguette
Et sortent en rotant

Dans le port d'Amsterdam
Y a des marins qui dansent
En se frottant la panse
Sur la panse des femmes
Et ils tournent et ils dansent
Comme des soleils crachés
Dans le son déchiré
D'un accordéon rance
Ils se tordent le cou
Pour mieux s'entendre rire
Jusqu'à ce que tout à coup
L'accordéon expire
Alors le geste grave
Alors le regard fier
Ils ramènent leur batave
Jusqu'en pleine lumière

Dans le port d'Amsterdam
Y a des marins qui boivent
Et qui boivent et reboivent
Et qui reboivent encore
Ils boivent à la santé
Des putains d'Amsterdam
De Hambourg ou d'ailleurs
Enfin ils boivent aux dames
Qui leur donnent leur joli corps
Qui leur donnent leur vertu
Pour une pièce en or
Et quand ils ont bien bu
Se plantent le nez au ciel
Se mouchent dans les étoiles
Et ils pissent comme je pleure
Sur les femmes infidèles
Dans le port d'Amsterdam
Dans le port d'Amsterdam.

Nice to see you back again, detano. Francis will appreciate the French lyrics, I am sure, Canada.

Jacques Brel is alive and well and living in Paris. My word how long it has been since we first started our virtual radio and connected to all the countries on our small sphere. Love it.!

"One thing we mustn't forget : Brel is the biggest singer-songwriter of all times. A wonderful human being : a loner, a brilliant storyteller, an excellent singer, a very good actor. And the energy on stage, and the things he was telling there ... that's pure rock'n'roll. And he was from Belgium, you know. The brightest songwriter of the whole world. We tend to forget that."

Atuona, on Tahiti, has the cemetery where Gauguin and Jacques Brel are buried almost next to each other.

To fill you in on Heath Ledger, Letty, I saw him in "The Patriot" with Al Pacino. For awhile he was featured in a lot of magazines (heart-throb material).

He also worked with Orlando Bloom in Ned Kelly (2003), with Scottish actor James Cosmo in The Four Feathers (2002) and both Bloom and Cosmo worked together in the movie Troy (2004) He had a small role in "Monster's Ball" and was in 10 Things I Hate About You and A Knight's Tale.

Was named "the new Matt Damon" in Josie and the Pussycats (2001). They now act side by side in The Brothers Grimm (2005)

Is of Irish and Scottish ancestry

Starred in 3 films which screened at the 2005 Venice Film Festival. They included Brokeback Mountain (2005), The Brothers Grimm (2005) and Casanova (2005).

Thank you for that information, detano. I did not know that, and perhaps many of our listeners did not as well. Will most certainly check it out in the archives, Canada.

Raggedy, I saw the Brothers Grimm. I really enjoyed that movie, PA, but I'm afraid that I paid no attention to the actors. That's Letty for ya. I usually try to psych out the plot, and I adored the way the fairy tale and the psychology between the two brothers was juxtaposed twixt fantasy and reality. That movie was more than met the eye, methinks.

Found this pix, folks, and I am intrigued that Brel also wrote poetry:

Amazing, listeners. I just found this song, and I want to play it for everyone.




Seasons In The Sun
Brel/Mckuen

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

Goodbye Emil, it's hard to die
When all the bird's are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
Pretty girls are everywhere
I wish we could both be there

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun
But the hills we could climb were just seasons out of time

Goodbye Papa, please pray for me
I was the black sheep of the family
You tried to show me right from wrong
But too much wine and too much song
Wonder how I got along

Goodbye Papa, it's hard to die
When all the bird's are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
Little kids are everywhere
Think of me and 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 have all gone

Goodbye Francoise, my trusted wife
Without you I'd had a lonely life
You cheated lots of times with them
But I forgave you in the end
Though your lover was my friend

Goodbye Francoise, it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
With your lovers everywhere
Just be careful, I'll be there

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun
But the stars we could reach were just starfish on the beach

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

I had no idea that Brel was the original author.

Brel was a great movie actor as well. The two films I liked the best were: 'L'Aventure, c'est l'aventure' and 'L'Emmerdeur'. Both wonderful comedies.

Well, detano, the last French movie that I saw was Phantom of the Opera. No sub titles.<smile>

Another new discovery. I just found out that My Lai meant "my son".

Well, listeners, I just got through listening to the same lovely music:

Phantom:
Night-time sharpens,
heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defences ...

Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendour
Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender
Turn your face away
from the garish light of day,
turn your thoughts away
from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to the music of the night ...

Close your eyes and surrender to your
darkest dreams!
Purge your thoughts of the life
you knew before!
Close your eyes,
let your spirit start to soar!
And you'll live
as you've never lived before ...

Softly, deftly,
music shall surround you ...
Feel it, hear it,
closing in around 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 ...

Let your mind start a journey
through a strange new world!
Leave all thoughts
of the world you knew before!
Let your soul take you where you
long to be !
Only then can you belong to me ...

Floating, falling, sweet intoxication!
Touch 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 night . . .

I love all that french stuff but how about a good old English musichall song


IT'S A GREAT BIG SHAME
Words by Edgar Bateman, Music by George LeBrun



I've lost my pal, 'e's the best in all the tahn,
But don't you fink 'im dead, beco's 'e ain't.
But since 'e's wed 'e 'as 'ad ter 'nuckle dahn.
It's e-nuf-ter wax the temper of a saint!
'e's a brewers dray-man, wiv a leg o' mutton fist,
An' as strong as a bullick or an 'orse -
Yet in 'er 'ands 'e's like a little kid -
Oh! I wish as I could get 'im a divorce.

CHORUS:

It's a great big shame, an' if she belong'd ter me
I'd let 'er know who's who.
Naggin at a feller wot is six foot free,
And her not four foot two!
Oh! they 'adn't been married not a month nor more,
When underneath her fumb goes Jim -
Isn't it a pity as the likes ov 'er
Should put upon the likes ov 'im?

Now Jim was class - 'e could sing a decent song,
And at scrappin' 'e 'ad won some great renown;
It took two coppers for to make 'im move along,
And annuver six to 'old the feller dahn.
But today when I axes would 'e come an' 'ave some beer,
To the door-step on tip toe 'e arrives;
"I dare-n't," says 'e - "Don't shout, 'cos sh'll 'ear -
I've got ter clean the winders an' the knives."

CHORUS:

On a Sunday morn, wiv a dozen pals or more,
'e'd play at pitch an' toss along the Lea;
But now she bullies 'im a scrubbin 'o the floor -
Such a change, - well I never did see.
Wiv apron on 'im, I twigged 'im on 'is knees -
A rubbin' up the old 'arf stone;
Wot wiv emptyin' the ashes and a shellin' of the peas,
I'm blowed if 'e can call 'is self 'is own!

CHORUS:

Hey, John. Welcome back, Brit.

Now there's a song that must be a cockney original, but I think we all got the message.

Strange, listeners. When I went grocery shopping this evening, I heard Jim Croce.

This one is for you Dan Lucas:

I Got a Name
Written by - Jim Croce
From - I Got a Name
Like the pine trees lining the winding road
I've got a name, I've got a name
Like a singing bird and a croaking toad
I've got a name, I've got a name
And I carry it with me like my daddy did
But I'm living with the dream that he kept hid
Movin' me down the highway
Rollin' me down the highway
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by

Like a north wind whistlin' down the sky
I've got a song, I've got a song
Like a whipoorwill and a baby's cry
I've got a song, I've got a song
And I carry it with me and I sing it loud
If it gets me nowhere, I'll go there proud
Movin' me down the highway
Rollin' me down the highway
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by

And I'm gonna go there free
Like a fool I am and I'll always be
I've got a dream, I've got a dream
They can change their minds but they can't change me
I've got a dream, I've got a dream
Oh, I know I could share it if you want me to
If you're going my way, I'll go with you
Movin' me down the highway
Rollin' me down the highway
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by

Movin' me down the highway
Rollin' me down the highway
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by

It doesn't matter if one likes the man's voice. It does matter that we have names, however.

I won't go off on that, again, however.