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I believe, Rex, that Gentle on my Mind was the first song that Glen did. I didn't get acquainted with him until later when he sang "By the time I get to Phoenix." What a song!

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I'm sure he took it in his stride and was thrilled to have his wife's sight back again.

Black Slacks - Joe Bennett & The Sparkletones lyrics

Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbb black slacks
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbb black slacks
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbb black slacks
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbb black slacks
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbb black slacks
Pegged cool daddy-o
When I put em on I'm a rarin' to go

When I go places, I just don't care
You'd know why when you see what I wear
Black slacks, pegged 14
Black slacks, really are keen
Black slacks, pegged cool daddy-o
When I put 'em on
I'm a rarin' to go

Man you aughta' see me with my derby on
I know that you would say, he's gone
Black slacks, mostly in the head ..
Black slacks, uh, that's what I said
Black slacks, I'm the cat's pajamas
I always run around with the crazy little mamas

Well, the girls all look when I go by
It's what I wear that makes 'em sigh
Black slacks, I wear a red bow-tie
Black slacks, they say, me, oh, my
Black slacks, with a cat's chain
Down to my knees
I ain't nothin' but a real cool breeze

Black slacks
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbb black slacks
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbb black slacks
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbb black slacks
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbb black slacks

Pegged cool daddy-o
When I put 'em on
I'm a rarin' to go
When I put 'em on
I'm a rarin' to go
When I put 'em on
I'm a rarin' to go

Black slacks
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbb black slacks
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbb black slacks
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbb black slacks
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbb black slacks
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbb black slacks

Interesting song, edgar. I was thinking about Buffy St. Marie, so I went on a hunt and found that everyone has done this song, including her:

Willie Nelson - 1984
Also recorded by: Bobby Darin; Shirley Bassey; Lena Martell; Vera Lynn; Cleo Laine; Cher; Grover Washington Jr.


You're not a dream
You're not an angel
You're a woman
I'm not a king,
I'm a man,
Take my hand
We'll make a space
In the lives that we planned
And here we'll stay
Until it's time for you to go

Yes, we're diff'rent worlds apart
We're not the same
We laughed and played
At the start like in a game
You could have stayed
Outside my heart
But in you came
And here you'll stay
Until it's time for you to go

Don't ask why,
Don't ask how
Don't ask forever,
Love me now

This love of mine
Had no beginning
It has no end
I was an oak,
Now I'm a willow
Now I can bend
And tho' I'll never
In my life see you again
I still stay
Until it's time for you to go.

Now exactly who is Grover Washington, Jr.?

I believe Grover may be classified as a soul singer. Incidentally, Buffy wrote the song you just played.

Letty, I am a sucker for a beautifully written love song...
I get taken in every time...
That last one you posted got me again...

I heard it once said that at least 70% of all songs are love songs and the rest are mostly political or social commentary...


Refugee

We got some thin' we both know it,
We don't talk too much about it
Ain't no real big secret, all the same,
Somehow we get around it

Listen, it don't really matter to me
Baby, you believe what you wanna believe
You see, you don't have to live like a refugee

Somewhere, somehow, somebody must have
Kicked you around some
Tell me why you wanna lay there,
Revel in your abandon

Honey, it don't make no difference to me
Baby, everybody's had to fight to be free
You see, you don't have to live like a refugee
No baby, you don't have to live like a refugee

Baby, we ain't the first
I'm sure a lot of other lovers been burned
Right now this ain't real to you
It's one of those things you got to feel to be true

Somewhere, somehow, somebody must have
Kicked you around some
Who knows, maybe you were kidnapped,
Tied-up, taken away, and held for ransom

Honey, it don't really matter to me
Baby, everybody's had to fight to be free
You see, you don't have to live like a refugee
No, you don't have to live like a refugee
Baby, you don't have to live like a refugee


Tom Petty

Me and Mrs. Jones, we got a thing going on,
We both know that it's wrong
But it's much too strong to let it cool down now.
We meet ev'ry day at the same cafe,
Six-thirty I know she'll be there,
Holding hands, making all kinds of plans
While the jukebox plays our favorite song.
Me and Mrs., Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones,
Mrs. Jones got a thing going on,
We both know that it's wrong,
But it's much too strong to let it cool down now.
We gotta be extra careful that we don't build our hopes too high
Cause she's got her own obligations and so do I,
Me, me and Mrs., Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones,
Mrs. Jones got a thing going on,
We both know that it's wrong,
But it's much too strong to let it cool down now.
Well, it's time for us to be leaving,
Iit hurts so much, it hurts so much inside,
Now she'll go her way and I'll go mine,
But tomorrow we'll meet the same place, the same time.
Me and Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones.

For some twenty-five years, Grover Washington, Jr., who died in December 1999, was among the most beloved instrumentalists in popular music. He maintained the middle ground between jazz and rhythm-and-blues with great style and grace. Ever since Washington stepped into the national spotlight in 1971 with his reading of Marvin Gaye's Inner City Blues, the saxophonist was in the vanguard of popular sound. He joined Sony Classical with a collection of opera arias (SK 61864), which was recorded in May 1999 and released in early 2000.
''I don't think in terms of categories", said Washington. "My main motive is to move on. My job is to explore and express music of the heart. I want to venture forward. I want to stay in the mood of my moment."

Washington made his reputation with a series of recordings made in the 70s. He began to play sessions with the likes of Bob James, Randy Weston, Eric Gale and Dave Grusin, and in 1980 his album The Winelight won two GRAMMY Awards, vaulting him to the forefront of jazz fusion. In the early 80s, Washington played a major role in establishing the Philadelphia group Pieces of a Dream, producing three albums with them. Throughout the decade he continued to put out solo albums that, along with his work as composer and producer, reinforced his position as a key player in modern jazz.

Washington also gave a number of special live performances: he played the national anthem at a Philadelphia 76ers' game (he had a lifelong passion for basketball), performed at Penn's Landing in Philadelphia for July 4th (with one million listeners in attendance) and played at the Blue Note jazz club in New York (in sold-out rooms). He also played at the White House for President Clinton's Inauguration and for the President's 50th birthday celebration at Radio City Music Hall.

Washington's love of music began as a child growing up in Buffalo, New York. His mother, a church chorister, and father, a collector of jazz 78s and an amateur C-melody saxophonist, bought him a saxophone at age ten.

"After I started playing", Grover said, "I'd sneak into clubs to watch guys like Jack McDuff, Harold Vick and Charles Lloyd. My professional life began at age twelve. I played a lot of R&B, blues, and what we used to call 'gut-bucker'." Grover left Buffalo to play in the Midwest with a group called the Four Clefs. Soon afterward, he was drafted into the Army, where he met Drummer Billy Cobham, who introduced him to several prominent New York musicians. The saxophonist soon began freelancing in New York and Philadelphia.

Odd, listeners, I was just discussing solitude with Diane and edgar on another subject.

yes, Rex, and all. Music is probably more aligned with imagination than anyone will ever know, and men are no exception to its lure. Probably, men were the first to fall victim to the pipes of pan, and when I say music, I mean all types of creative arts.

We are refugees; we are makers of plans; we're all those things.

Incidentally, edgar. Thanks for the background on Grover.

I have no statistics to bear me out, folks, but I would say that most artists, etc. die early because they don't fit in the world, or even fit with themselves.

Letty, music affects the brain as can been seen in brain scans. It is a powerful source of emotion in almost all humans. Can't imagine life without it.

Only the Good Die Young

Come out virginia, don't let me wait
You catholic girls start much too late
Aw but sooner or later it comes down to fate
I might as well be the one

They showed you a statue, told you to pray
They built you a temple and locked you away
But they never told you the price that you pay
For things that you might have done.....
Only the good die young
Thats what I said
Only the good die young x2

You might have heard I run with a dangerous crowd
We ain't too pretty we ain't too proud
We might be laughing a bit too loud
Aw but that never hurt no one

Come on virginia show me a sign
Send up a signal I'll throw you the line
The stained-glass curtain you're hiding behind
Never lets in the sun
Darlin' only the good die young
(woah x5 )
I tell ya
Only the good die young x2

You got a nice white dress and a party on your confirmation
You got a brand new soul
Mmmm, and a cross of gold
But virginia they didn't give you quite enough information
You didn't count on me
When you were counting on your rosary
(oh woah woah)

They say there's a heaven for those who will wait
Some say it's better but I say it ain't
I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints
The sinners are much more fun...

You know that only the good die young
Oh woah baby
I tell ya
Only the good die young, x2

(just music here, saxaphone? )

You say your mother told you all that I could give you was a reputation
Aww she never cared for me
But did she ever say a prayer for me? oh woah woah

Come out come out virgina don't let me wait,
The catholic girls start much too late
Sooner or later it comes down to fate
I might as well be the one,
U know that only the good die young

Im telling u baby
Only the good die young x2
Only the gooooooooooooooood
Only the good die young
Only the gooooooooooooooood
Only the good die young
Ooooooooooooooooooooooooo ooooooooooo oooooooooo...


Billy Joel

How unfortunately true...

looking at glen campbell's pix, i thought to myself : "i'm sure glad no one is taking my mugshot and comparing it to one from my glory years ". it would have disappointed many of my former fans >(smiles all around ?)

just came back from the movies. we saw 'casanova'. a very enjoyable movie. is was shot on location in venice and those shots of venice alone are worth the price of admission. and jeremy irons is just great as the 'great inquisitor' sent by rome to stamp out sinfull behaviour.
i might decide to become a bishop myself. hbg

I know, Diane. That's why I'm a bit perplexed right now.

The entire idea behind our little cyber radio is to glean and listen and analyze to a POINT, listeners.

Some songs just hit you, ya know, folks?

Okay! it's request time. Who wants to hear what?

A Cottage For Sale - Guy Lombardo

Our little dream castle with every dream gone
is lonely and silent, the shades are all drawn
and my heart is heavy as I gaze upon
A cottage for sale

The lawn we were proud of is waving in hay
Our beautifil garden has withered away
Where you planted roses, the weeds seem to say
A cottage for sale

From every single window, I see your face
But when I reach a window, there's empty space
The key's in the mail box the same as before
But no one is waiting any more
The end of the story is told on the door
A cottage for sale

oops, I missed a lot of great contributions, folks. Rex, that song was fantastic.

Now I need to play catch up.

I liked that one Edgar... Thx

The epitome of love forlorn....

If I Loved You

Julie
But somehow I can see
Just exactly how I'd be-

If I loved you,
Time and again I would try to say
All I'd want you to know.
If I loved you,
Words wouldn't come in an easy way
Round in circles I'd go!
Longin' to tell you,
But afraid and shy,
I'd let my golden chances pass me by!
Soon you'd leave me,
Off you would go in the mist of day,
Never, never to know how I loved you
If I loved you.

Billy
Well, anyway, you mean you don't love me.
That's what you said, isn't it?

Julie
Yes!
I can smell 'em, can you, ah?
The blossoms. The wind brings 'em down!

Billy
There ain't much wind tonight... Hardly any.
You can't hear a sound, not the turn of a leaf
Nor the fall of a wave hittin' the sand.
The tide's creepin' up on the beach like a thief,
Afraid to be caught stealin' the land!
On a night like this I start to wonder
What life is all about.

Julie
And I always say two heads are better than one to
figure it out.

Billy
[spoken]
I don't need you, I don't need anybody helpin' me.
Well, I got it figured out for myself.
We're not important. What are we?
A couple o' specks with nothin'
Look up there...

[sung]
There's a hell of a lotta stars in the sky,
And the sky's so big the sea looks small,
And two little people, you and I
We don't count at all.

[spoken]
You're a funny kid, you know?
I don't remember meetin' a girl like you.
Hey, you're tryin' to get me to marry you?

Julie
No!

Billy
Then what's puttin' into my head, babe?
You're diff'rent, alright! I know what it is...
You have doped me with that little kid's face, right?
You've adjusted me!
I wonder what it'd be like...

Julie
What?

Billy
Nothin'.
No, I know what it'd be like.
It'd be awful! I can just see myself-

Kinda scrawny, and pale
Picking at my food,
And love-sick like any other guy.
I'd throw away my sweater, and dress up like a dude
In a dicky and a collar and a tie.
If I loved you.

Julie
[spoken]
But you don't!

Billy
No, I don't!
[sung]
But somehow I can see
Just exactly how I'd be
If I loved you,
Time and again I would try to say
All I'd want you to know.
If I loved you,
Words wouldn't come in an easy way
Round in circles I'd go!
Longin' to tell you,
But afraid and shy
I'd let my golden chances pass me by!
Soon you'd leave me,
Off you would go in the mist of day,
Never, never to know
How I loved you
If I loved you.

[spoken]
Aha...I'm not the kinda fella to marry anybody!
No, even if a girl was foolish enough to want me to,
I wouldn't!

Julie
Don't worry about it, Billy!

Billy
Who's worried?

Julie
You were right about there bein' no wind.
The blossoms are comin' down by theirselves.
Just they're in time to, I reckon.





CAROUSEL

Well, I need to leave our studio for a bit, but I appreciate Rex's Carousel song. I had a English teacher in undergrad school that was fantastic, folks, but we did catch her pronouncing "carousel" Ca-ROUS-el. That might have fit better.

back later.

here is a song for our australian friends. had a bit of trouble finding songs from down under, but here it is.
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Nine Miles From Gundagai



I'm used to drivin' bullock teams
Across the hills and plains
I've teamed outback these forty years
In blazin' droughts and rains
I've lived a heap of troubles through,
Without a bloomin' lie
But I can't forget what happened me
Nine miles from Gundagai

'twas gettin' dark, the team got bogged,
The axle snapped in two
I lost me matches and me pipe,
Now what was I to do?
The rains come down, 'twas bitter cold,
And hungry too was I
And the dog shat in the tucker-box
Nine miles from Gundagai
Some blokes I know has all the luck
No matter how they fall
But there was I, Lord love a duck,
No flamin' luck at all.
I couldn't make a pot of tea
Nor keep me trousers dry
And the dog shat in the tucker-box,
Nine miles from Gundagai

I could forgive the blinkin' tea,
I could forgive the rain;
I could forgive the dark and cold,
And go through it again.
I could forgive me rotten luck,
But hang me till I die,
I won't forgive that bloody dog,
Nine miles from Gundagai.