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i like ella's version just fine

Good morning, Letty (well, it's just turned afternoon here, actually)

I would like to dedicate the following song to Gus and Farmerman, who may be rather unkempt and a trifle on the ugly side, but they mean well.



To the tune of "I've got a brand new pair of roller skates"..........and to be sung in a good old Cornish accent.


COMBINE HARVESTER (by The Wurzels)


I drove my tractor through your haystack last night
(ooh aah ooh aah)
I threw me pitchfork at your dog to keep quiet
(ooh aah ooh aah)
Now something's telling me
That you're avoiding me
Come on now darlin' you've got something I need

Cuz oi got a brand new combine harvester
An' oi'll give you the key
Come on now let's get together
In perfect harmony
Oi got twenty acres
An' you got forty-three
Now oi got a brand new combine harvester
An' oi'll give you the key

I'll stick by you, I'll give you all that you need
(ooh aah ooh aah)
We'll 'ave twins and triplets
I'm a man built for speed
(ooh aah ooh aah)
And you know I'll love you darlin'
So give me your hand
But what I want the most
Is all your acres of land

Cuz oi got a brand new combine harvester
An' oi'll give you the key
Come on now let's get together
In perfect harmony
Oi got twenty acres
An' you got forty-three
Now oi got a brand new combine harvester
An' oi'll give you the key

For seven long years I've been alone in this place
(ooh aah ooh aah)
Eat, sleep, in the kitchen, it's a proper disgrace
(ooh aah ooh aah)
Now if I cleaned it up... would you change your mind
Oi'll give up drinking scrumpy and that lager and lime

Cuz oi got a brand new combine harvester
An' oi'll give you the key
Come on now let's get together
In perfect harmony
Oi got twenty acres
An' you got forty-three
Now oi got a brand new combine harvester
An' oi'll give you the key

Weren't we a grand couple at that last wurzel dance
(ooh aah ooh aah)
I wore brand new gaters and me cordouroy pants
(ooh aah ooh aah)
In your new Sunday dress with your perfume smelling grand
We had our photos took, with us holdin' hands

Now oi got a brand new combine harvester
An' oi'll give you the key
Now that we be both past our fifties I think that you and me
Should stop this galavanting and will you marry me
Coz oi got a brand new combine harvester
An' oi'll give you the key

...."Aahh yu're a fine looking woman and I can't wait to get me 'ands on your land"...................

Good afternoon, me Lord. Great cockney response to Gus and Farmerman. I know that rollerskate song in its original form, Brit, but I was amazed at how many second hand songs there are in the realm of music.

Here's one, listeners:


Artist: Sting & Police Lyrics
Song: The Windmills of Your Mind Lyrics




Round,
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that’s turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it’s face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of it’s own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half-forgotten dream
Like the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it’s face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that I said?
Lovers walk along a shore
And leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
Or the fragment of a song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the colour of her hair?

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind.

The French beat the Brits and the Americans to that one. <smile>

And remember ,you probably heard it (Windmills of Your Mind) first in the original "Thomas Crown Affair" with Steve McQueen and Faye Dunaway. You probably also heard it in the remake with Pierce Brosnan. I like Noel Harrison's (Rex's son) version the best.

And today, remembering the Jungle Book, Arabian Nights, Indian:

Sabu: (1924-1963)




and wishing a Happy 58th Birthday to:



and a Good Day to all.

Ah, listeners, there's our Raggedy with pictures and memories. Thanks, PA. Actually, youngun, I had no idea that Steve and Faye did that first. WOW, but it must be in my collective unconsciousness somewhere.

I do wonder if there is anyone here who has NOT read Kipling's Jungle Books. Anyone remember the name of the tiger?

Speaking of which:

Artist: Survivor Lyrics
Song: Eye Of The Tiger Lyrics




Risin' up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive

So many times, it happens too fast
You change your passion for glory
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive

Chorus:
It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all in the eye of the tiger

Face to face, out in the heat
Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry
They stack the odds 'til we take to the street
For we kill with the skill to survive

chorus

Risin' up, straight to the top
Have the guts, got the glory
Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop
Just a man and his will to survive

chorus

The eye of the tiger (repeats out)...

Thanks for the good night song, Letty.

It's afternoon here,too (sunny and bitter cold: only - 7°C/19°C now, at nearly 3 PM).



One of my favourites by Gilbert Bécaud


Et maintenant


Et maintenant que vais-je faire
De tout ce temps que sera ma vie
De tous ces gens qui m'indiffèrent
Maintenant que tu es partie

Toutes ces nuits, pourquoi pour qui
Et ce matin qui revient pour rien
Ce cœur qui bat, pour qui, pourquoi
Qui bat trop fort, trop fort

Et maintenant que vais-je faire
Vers quel néant glissera ma vie
Tu m'as laissé la terre entière
Mais la terre sans toi c'est petit

Vous, mes amis, soyez gentils
Vous savez bien que l'on n'y peut rien
Même Paris crève d'ennui
Toutes ses rues me tuent

Et maintenant que vais-je faire
Je vais en rire pour ne plus pleurer
Je vais brûler des nuits entières
Au matin je te haïrai

Et puis un soir dans mon miroir
Je verrai bien la fin du chemin
Pas une fleur et pas de pleurs
Au moment de l'adieu

Je n'ai vraiment plus rien à faire
Je n'ai vraiment plus rien ...

ah, folks, there's our Walter. Lovely song, I think. <smile>

Come on and translate for us dumb Americans.

Speaking of eyes, listeners:

From the Rolling Stones:
Far Away Eyes

I was driving home early Sunday morning through Bakersfield
Listening to gospel music on the "people of color" radio station
And the preacher said, "You know you always have the
Lord by your side"
And I was so pleased to be informed of this that I ran
Twenty red lights in his honor
Thank you Jesus, thank you lord
I had an arrangement to meet a girl, and I was kind of late
And I thought by the time I got there she'd be off
She'd be off with the nearest truck driver she could find
Much to my surprise, there she was sittin in the corner
A little bleary, worse for wear and tear
Was a girl with far away eyes
So if you're down on your luck
And you can't harmonize
Find a girl with far away
And if you're downright disgusted
And life ain't worth a dime
Get a girl with far away eyes
Well the preacher kept right on saying that all I had to do was send
Ten dollars to the church of the sacred bleeding heart of Jesus
Located somewhere in Los Angeles, California
And next week they'd say my prayer on the radio
And all my dreams would come true
So I did, the next week, I got a prayer with a girl
Well, you know what kind of eyes she got
So if you're down on your luck
I know you all sympathize
Find a girl with far away eyes
And if you're downright disgusted
And life ain't worth a dime
Get a girl with far away eyes.

News from the art world:


Fed's Greenspan becomes a true work of art in NY By Christian Wiessner
Tue Jan 24, 4:03 PM ET



NEW YORK (Reuters) - Outgoing U.S. Federal Reserve Chairman Alan Greenspan has never met painter Erin Crowe, but she is probably more familiar with the nuances of his face than nearly anyone else.


That's because Crowe has created 30 oil-on-canvas portraits of the financial world icon, who will retire as head of the U.S. central bank after an 18-year reign at the end of the month. She will unveil her works on Thursday at a gallery in Manhattan's Soho district.

The show is fittingly called "Good-bye...Greenspan."

Crowe told Reuters in an interview that she stumbled upon Greenspan as a subject when she did six paintings of him for a small art festival in her native Virginia which had the U.S. dollar sign as its festival theme.

"I was just fascinated with the way people reacted," the 25-year-old artist said. "Some of the people that bought the works were in banking, and this guy had been a formidable force in their lives for almost their whole careers."

Music written by Gilbert Bécaud and English lyrics penned by Carl Sigman.
(Original French lyrics by Pierre Delanoë.)
:wink:

What now my love?
Now that you've left me
How can I live Through another day?
Watching my dreams Turning to ashes
And my hopes Into bits of clay

Once I could see
Once I could feel
Now I'm numb
I've become unreal
I walk the night
Without a goal
Stripped of my heart
My soul

What now my love?
Now that it's over
I feel the world
Closing in on me
Here come the stars
Tumbling around me
There's the sky
Where the sea should be

What now my love?
Now that you're gone
I'd be a fool
To go on and on
No one would care
No one would cry
If I should live
Or die

What now my love?
Now there is nothing
Only my last Good-bye

Ah, Walter. I know that song. Thanks for the translation.

We do learn things on our little radio, no?

Does he have a charmed life?




Joaquin Phoenix Uninjured in Car Accident Fri Jan 27, 7:07 AM ET



LOS ANGELES - Joaquin Phoenix's car overturned on a canyon road and collided with another vehicle after his brakes went out, but there were no reports of injury, police said.



Phoenix, the 31-year-old star of the Johnny Cash biopic "Walk the Line," was driving eastbound above Sunset Strip about 2:50 p.m. when he realized his brakes were not working, said Officer Jason Lee, a police spokesman.

Phoenix lost control of his car, which overturned and hit another vehicle also headed eastbound, Lee said.

His publicist, Susan Patricola, said in a statement that Phoenix was wearing his seat belt and walked away from the scene after being helped out of his vehicle by a passer-by.

Another "victim" of wealth and fame! Maybe he's still trying to live the "Johnny Cash" lifestyle.

shere khan, even though i haven't read Jungle Book.

Well, hey, Nick. You are such fun. Have you ever noticed that scar on Joaquin's lip? I wonder if he was the victim of a cleft palate?

I was rather disappointed in his interp of Johnny Cash. Like you sig line incidentally.

Wow! There's our turtle man, folks, and with the right answer. I recall Sabu saying, " I shall kill shere Kahn, and bring back his yellow hide."

See what you started Raggedy?

Another second hand song, folks:

Yellow by Coldplay



Look at the stars; look how they shine for you
And everything you do
Yeah, they were all yellow

I came along; I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow

So then I took my turn
Oh what a things I've done
And it was all yellow

And Your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know?
You know I love you so
You know I love you so

I swam across; I jumped across for you
Oh what a thing to do
'Cos you were all yellow

I drew a line; I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all yellow

And your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know?
For you I bleed myself dry
For you I bleed myself dry

It's true
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for(you)
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine

Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you

er, editor, make that I like YOUR sig line:

erome Kern
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


Jerome David Kern (January 27, 1885 - November 11, 1945) was an American popular composer. He wrote around 700 songs and more than 100 complete scores for shows and films in a career lasting from 1902 until his death.

Jerome Kern was born in New York City. His parents, Fanny and Henry Kern, were both German Jews. They named him Jerome because they lived near Jerome Park, a favourite place of theirs (Jerome Park was named after Leonard Jerome, who was the father of Jennie Jerome, mother of British Prime Minister Winston Churchill). Fanny encouraged her son to take piano lessons. Henry was a merchandiser and sold pianos among other things. Although Henry wanted his son to go into business with him, Jerome insisted on staying with music.

He grew up on East 56th Street in Midtown Manhattan, where he attended public schools. He studied at the New York College of Music and then in Heidelberg, Germany. When he came back to New York, he started working as a rehearsal pianist, but it didn't take long for him to become a prominent and renowned composer. By 1915, he was represented in many Broadway shows. In 1920, he wrote "Look for the Silver Lining" for the musical Sally.

1925 was a major turning point in Kern's career, for he met Oscar Hammerstein II, with whom he would entertain a lifelong friendship and collaboration. Their first show (written together with Otto Harbach) was Sunny. Together, they produced next the famous Show Boat in 1927, which includes the well-known songs "Ol' Man River" and "Can't Help Lovin' Dat Man". Based on the book of the same name by Edna Ferber, "Showboat" was the first musical comedy to integrate plot, music and choreography into a cohesive story deviating from the usual musical revue of that era. The musical Roberta (1933) gave us "Smoke Gets In Your Eyes" and starred Bob Hope.

In 1935, Jerome Kern moved to Hollywood and started working on music for films but continued working on Broadway productions, too. His last Broadway show was the rather unsuccessful Very Warm For May in 1939; the score included another Kern-Hammerstein classic, "All The Things You Are".

Kern's Hollywood career was successful indeed. For Swing Time (starring Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire), he wrote "The Way You Look Tonight" (with lyrics by Dorothy Fields), which won the Academy Award in 1936 for the best song. In 1941, he and Hammerstein wrote "The Last Time I Saw Paris", a homage to the French city just recently occupied by the Germans. The song was introduced in the movie Lady Be Good and won another Oscar for Best Song.

Jerome Kern died from a heart attack at the age of 60 in New York.

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

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Donna Reed
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Donna Reed (January 27, 1921 - January 14, 1986) was an American actress. Born Donna Belle Mullenger to William Richard Mullenger (whose paternal grandparents were born in England) and Hazel Jane Shives on a farm near Denison, Iowa.

Reed is probably best remembered for her roles as the wholesome housewife "Donna Stone" on television's The Donna Reed Show and as "Mary Bailey" in Capra's It's a Wonderful Life. She won a Best Supporting Actress Academy Award for playing a prostitute in 1953's From Here to Eternity.

In her later years she temporarily replaced an ailing Barbara Bel Geddes as "Miss Ellie" in the television series Dallas in the 1984-1985 season. When Bel Geddes was well enough to return to the role, Reed was fired. She sued the show's production company and received an undisclosed seven-figure settlement, but it was not long before her own death.

She died at age 64 in Beverly Hills, California from pancreatic cancer, and was interred in the Westwood Village Memorial Park Cemetery in Los Angeles, California.

The Donna Reed Foundation for the Performing Arts, based in Reed's hometown of Denison, was organized after Reed's death in 1986. The non-profit organization grants scholarships for performing arts students, runs an annual festival of performing arts workshops, and operates The Donna Reed Center for the Performing Arts. The performing arts center was formerly an opera house built in 1914, and later renovated into the Ritz Movie Theater where Donna Reed, as a young girl in Denison, first fell in love with movies.

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