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I know canada is a pretty cool place, in more ways than one, but i know less about it's politics than anywhere. rightly or wrongly, it causes very little movement on my side of the ocean.
Still it is economicaly vibrant, good people and a good standard of living.
I get the feeling tho, that relations with the USA are no exactly wrinkle free

Don't think the Canucks think much of George, John. Not Galloway, the other one. <smile>

How about a George song: No, not our George, the other one:

Gershwin
Song: I'Ll Build A Stairway To Paradise


Verse One

All you preachers
Who delight in panning the dancing teachers,
Let me tell you there are a lot of features
Of the dance that carry you through
The gates of Hea-ven.

It's madness
To be always sitting around in sadness,
When you could be learning the steps of gladness.
You'll be happy when you can do
Just six or seven;

Begin to day!
You'll find it nice,
The quickest way to paradise.
When you practise,
Here's the thing to know,
Simply say as you go...

Chorus

I'll build a stairway to Paradise
With a new step ev'ry day !
I'm gonna get there at any price;
Stand aside, I'm on my way !
I've got the blues
And up above it's so fair.
Shoes ! Go on and carry me there !
I'll build a stairway to Paradise
With a new step ev'ry day.

Verse Two

Ev'ry new step
Helps a bit ; but any old kind of two step,
Does as well. It don't matter what step you step,
If you work it into your soul
You'll get to Heaven.
Get bu-sy ;
Dance with Maud the countess, or just plain Lizzy:
Dance until you're blue in the face and dizzy.
When you've learn'd to dance in your sleep
You're sure to win out.

In time you'll get Saint Vitus dance,
Which beats the latest thing from France.
Take no chances on this Paradise ;
Let me give you advice.

Chorus (x2)

dancing on hot tin roof


Once a jolly swagman
Camped by a billabong,
Under the shade
Of a coolibah tree.
And he sang as he watched
And waited 'till his billy boiled,
"You'll come a-waltzing
Matilda with me!"
2.

Down came a jumbuck
To drink at the water hole.
Up jumped the swagman
And grabbed him with glee.
And he sang as shoved
That jumbuck in his tucker bag,
"You'll come a-waltzing,
Matilda, with me!"
3.

Down came the stockman,
Riding on his thoroughbred;
Down came the troopers,
One, two, three.
"Whose the jolly jumbuck
You've got in your tucker bag?"
You'll come a-waltzing,
Matilda, with me.
4.

Up jumped the swagman
And sprang into the billabong.
"You'll never take me
Alive!" cried he.
And his ghost may be heard
As you pass the billabong,
"You'll come a-waltzing,
Matilda, with me!"


Waltzing Matilda,
Waltzing Matilda,
You'll come a-waltzing,
Matilda with me.
And he sang as he watched
And waited 'till his billy boiled,
You'll come a-waltzing,
Matilda, with me.
Waltzing Matilda,
Waltzing Matilda,
You'll come a-waltzing,
Matilda with me.
And he sang as he shoved
That jumbuck in his tucker bag,
"You'll come a-waltzing,
Matilda, with me!"
Waltzing Matilda,
Waltzing Matilda,
You'll come a-waltzing,
Matilda with me.
"Whose the jolly jumbuck
You've got in your tucker bag?"
You'll come a-waltzing,
Matilda, with me.
Waltzing Matilda,
Waltzing Matilda,
You'll come a-waltzing,
Matilda with me.
And his ghost may be heard
As you pass the billabong,
"You'll come a-waltzing,
Matilda, with me!"





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Great, London. The Auzzies will appreciate that, methinks.

and from the fellow's viewpoint, folks:

Artist: Michael Buble Lyrics
Song: Save The Last Dance For Me Lyrics

You can dance-every dance with the guy
Who gives you the eye,let him hold you tight
You can smile-every smile for the man
Who held your hand neath the pale moon light
But don't forget who's takin' you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin' save the last dance for me

Oh I know that the musics fine
Like sparklin' wine,go and have your fun
Laugh and sing,but while we're apart
Don't give your heart to anyone
But don't forget who's takin' you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin' save the last dance for me

Baby don't you know I love you so
Can't you feel it when we touch
I will never never let you go
I love you oh so much

You can dance,go and carry on
Till the night is gone
And it's time to go
If he asks if you're all alone
Can he take you home,you must tell him no
'Cause don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darling,save the last dance for me

'Cause don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darling,save the last dance for me
Save the last dance for me
Save the last dance for me.

michael buble, huh huh. saw him on tv recently. he's said to be quite good and he is canadian as welll. I'm getting all my colonial facts in here.
now what can say about france, ah yes, they have the highest freeway goiing over a ravine.
It's brilliant. The Millau viaduct. And also we have germany who have a woman leader and next year wll do a great job running the soccer world cup.

that's my international plaudits piece

Well, John. If that didn't get the canucks and the French in here, it's not likey to happen. <smile>

perhaps we'd better get the Highway Patrol to put out an APB on them or maybe they've got walk on parts on "Lost". It's a funny place is A2K land

i was just posting on another thread and "donkey serenade" came to my mind. i have it in german on an old cd - remastered from an lp. we used to hum and sing "die esel serenade" as kids in germany - won't tell you in what years !

donkey serenade
-------------------------
There's a song in the air,
But the fair senorita
Doesn't seem to care
For the song in the air.
So i'll sing to my mule
If you're sure she won't think that
I am just a fool
Serenading a mule.

Amigo mio, does she not have a dainty bray?
She listens carefully to each little word we play.
La bella senorita?
Si, si, mi muchachito,
She'd love to sing it too if only she knew the way.
But try as she may,
In her voice there's a flaw!
And all that the lady can say
Is "e-e-aw!"

There's a light in her eye,
Tho' she may try to hide it,
She cannot deny,
There's a light in her eye.


Oh! the charm of her smile
So beguiles all who see her
That they'd ride a mile
For the charm of her smile.

Amigo mio, is she listenin' to my song?
No, no, mi muchachito, how could you be so wrong?
La bella senorita?
Si, si, la senorita,
If she knew all the words,

Well, maybe she'd sing along . . .

Her face is a dream
Like an angel i saw!
But all that my darlin' can scream
Is: "e-e-aw!"
Senorita donkey sita, not so fleet as a mosquito,
But so sweet like my chiquita,
You're the one for me.

You're . . . the one . . . for me!

It used to get played on BBC radio quite often, many many eons ago. I think Alan Jones did it originaly

Well, folks, at least we got one Canuck here; no APB needed, London.

Yit and I were talking about Jack Jones not too long ago, hamburger.

First a weather report, then a song from Jack:



Freezing Cold Spreads to Much of Europe By JIM HEINTZ, Associated Press Writer
1 hour, 9 minutes ago



MOSCOW - The bitter cold seizing Russia retained its icy grip Monday and severe freezing temperatures spread westward into much of Europe. More than 50 people have been reported killed by the cold wave in Russia, and scores of victims were recorded elsewhere in Europe over the weekend.



Amid growing demands on heating and electrical systems, many Russian communities suffered breakdowns. The national electricity grid ordered reduced industrial consumption in Moscow to ensure adequate power for homes and hospitals, as temperatures in the capital hovered around 4 degrees below zero.

The former Soviet republic of Georgia was among the most heavily affected areas of Europe, suffering not only temperatures as low as 22 below, but also struggling with inadequate gas supplies after explosions blamed on sabotage cut off shipments of Russian gas early Sunday. Georgia scrambled for alternative supplies from neighboring Azerbaijan, which began reaching the country late Sunday, but service remained spotty Monday.

Moscow's health directorate said 27 people had frozen to death

well it's sposed to get a bit frosty here for the next day or 2, so i mite stay in bed

Now, Jack's song:

Love Boat TV Theme song





Love, exciting and new,
Come aboard.
We're expecting you.
Love, life's sweetest reward.
Let it flow,
it floats back to you.

The Love Boat
soon will be making another run.
The Love Boat promises something for everyone.
Set a course for adventure,
Your mind on a new romance.

Love won't hurt anymore
It's an open smile on a friendly shore.

It's Looooove!
Welcome aboard - It's Looooove!

Now, listeners, the cruise ships have another voice:


CYNDI LAUPER lyrics - "Girls Just Want To Have Fun"





(Robert Hazard)

I come home in the morning light
My mother says when you gonna live your life right
Oh mother dear we're not the fortunate ones
And girls they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun

The phone rings in the middle of the night
My father yells what you gonna do with your life
Oh daddy dear you know you're still number one
But girls they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have

That's all they really want
Some fun
When the working day is done
Girls - they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun

Some boys take a beautiful girl
And hide her away from the rest of the world
I want to be the one to walk in the sun
Oh girls they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have

That's all they really want
Some fun
When the working day is done
Girls - they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun,
They want to have fun,
They want to have fun...

Sorry, Cyndi. Don't believe that would induce me to take a cruise.

Stay in bed, John, or talk your wife into moving to Florida. <smile>

I might just do that, fl;lorida that is. but now it's that time when we say goodnite to children everywhere. GOODNIGHT CHILDREM

Goodnight, Brat! Here's a goodnight song for you via Germany.






Rock Me Amadeus

Ooo rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus...
Rock rock rock rock me Amadeus
Rock me all the time to the top

He was a Punker
And he lived in the big city
It was Vienna, was Vienna
Where he did everything
He had debts, for he drank
But all the women loved him
And each one shouted:
Come on and rock me Amadeus

Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus

He was Superstar
He was popular
He was so exalted
Because he had flair
He was a virtuose
Was a rock idol
And everyone shouted:
Come on and rock me Amadeus

Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus

Come on and rock me Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus

It was around 1780
And it was in Vienna
No plastic money anymore
The banks against him
From which his debts came
It was common knowledge
He was a women's man
Women loved his punk

Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus

Come and rock me Amadeus...

Baby baby do it to me rock me
Baby baby do it to me rock me
Baby baby do it to me rock me
Yes yes yes
Baby baby do it to me rock me
Baby baby do it to me rock me
Baby baby do it to me rock me

Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus...

Barrett's Privateers
Stan Rogers

1. Oh, the year was 1778,
( "How I wish I was in Sherbrook now!")
A letter of mark came from the King
To the scummiest vessel I've ever seen.

Refrain:
God damn them all! I was told
we'd cruise the seas for American gold.
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears.
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax Peer,
The last of Barrett's Privateers.

2. Oh, Elcid Barrett cried the town
( "How I wish I was in Sherbrook now!")
For twenty brave soul all fisherman who
Would make for him the "Antelope's" crew

3. The "Antelopes" sloop was a sickening sight
( "How I wish I was in Sherbrook now!")
She had a list to the port and her sails in rags
And the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and
jags

4. On the king's birthday we set to sea
("How I wish I was in Sherbrook now!")
It was ninety one days to Montigo Bay
Pumping like madmen all the way

5. On the ninety sixth day we sailed again
( "How I wish I was in Sherbrook now!")
When a bloody great Yankee hove in sight
With our cracked four-pounders we made to fight.

6. Oh, the Yankee lay low down with gold
( "How I wish I was in Sherbrook now!")
She was broad and fat and loose in stays
But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days.

7. Then at length we stood two cables away
( "How I wish I was in Sherbrook now!")
Our cracked four-pounders made an awful din
But with one fat ball the Yank stove us in

8. Oh, the Antelope shook and pitched on her side
( "How I wish I was in Sherbrook now!")
Oh Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs
And the Maintruck carried off both me legs.

9. So here I sit in my twenty-third year
( "How I wish I was in Sherbrook now!")
It's been six years since I sailed away
And I just made Halifax yesterday

Nesbitt's Lime Soda Song
Negativland

We spent a lovely summer, my wife Elaine and me,
We bought us a great big motor home, with a shower and TV,
We was camping and having a great time, watching Brokaw on Today,
Till a bee flew into the Nesbitt's Lime Soda, and we had to throw it away.
Now most of the time I'm a peaceful man, but I lost my temper that day,
Just one last bottle of Nesbitt's Lime Soda, and we had to throw it away.
I brought a case of Nehi, and Double Cola, too,
A half a dozen Upper 10's, and good old Mountain Dew,
I bought a quart of cola-a, to get me through the day,
But just one bottle of Nesbitt's Lime Soda, and we had to throw it away.
Now most of the time I'm a peaceful man, but I lost my temper that day,
Just one last bottle of Nesbitt's Lime Soda, and we had to throw it away.
We spent a lovely summer, my wife Elaine and me,
We bought us a great big motor home, with a shower and TV,
We was camping and having a great time, watching Brokaw on Today,
Till a bee flew into the Nesbitt's Lime Soda, and we had to throw it away.

Hey, dj. Where you been. (you probably say bean)

How's about this one, folks, from Creedence Clearwater Revival

Let the Midnight Special:


Well, you wake up in the mornin', you hear the work bell ring,
And they march you to the table to see the same old thing.
Ain't no food upon the table, and no pork up in the pan.
But you better not complain, boy, you get in trouble with the man.

Chorus:
Let the midnight special shine a light on me,
Let the midnight special shine a light on me,
Let the midnight special shine a light on me,
Let the midnight special shine a everlovin' light on me.

Yonder come miss rosie, how in the world did you know?
By the way she wears her apron, and the clothes she wore.
Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand;
She come to see the gov'nor, she wants to free her man.

Chorus

If you're ever in houston, well, you better do the right;
You better not gamble, there, you better not fight, at all
Or the sheriff will grab ya and the boys will bring you down.
The next thing you know, boy, oh! you're prison bound.

Chorus

Chorus

to our friends on the other side of the border :
if you want to find out how some of us feel about today's election have a look at :
"canadian election : why should i care ? ".

description of canadians :
"canadians like their governments as radically moderate as they are ".
hbg

I saw that, hamburger. I'll take a look tomorrow, but I love your summation.

Tonight, my dear friends, Letty needs to go to bed.Why? because politics breeds strange bed fellows.<smile>and besides that, folks. I wanna watch The Medium.

Here's my goodnight song:


Memories,
Like the corners of my mind
Misty water-colored memories
Of the way we were

Scattered pictures,
Of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we gave to one another
For the way we were

Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Or has time re-written every line?
If we had the chance to do it all again
Tell me, would we? Could we?

Memories
May be beautiful and yet
What's too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget

So it's the laughter
We will remember
Whenever we remember . . .
The way we were . . .
The way we were .

From your Letty with love.