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Hi!! I just want everyone to know that Mr. Tryagain decided to deface my face and use it as his own. Quite a funny joke. So, in turn I dont think he will mind if I borrow his face for awhile.

well, shari. He is an imp, that one is, but be careful, he is also a bounty hunter.<smile>

Breaking news:

Cheney Accidentally Shoots Fellow Hunter 11 minutes ago



WASHINGTON - Vice President Dick Cheney accidentally shot and injured a man during a weekend quail hunting trip in Texas, his spokeswoman said Sunday.


Harry Whittington, 78, was "alert and doing fine" after Cheney sprayed Whittington with shotgun pellets on Saturday at the Armstrong Ranch in south Texas, said property owner Katharine Armstrong.

Armstrong said Cheney turned to shoot a bird and accidentally hit Whittington. She said Whittington was taken to Corpus Christi Memorial Hospital by ambulance.

Cheney's spokeswoman, Lea Anne McBride, said the vice president was with Whittington, a lawyer from Austin, Texas, and his wife at the hospital on Sunday afternoon.

Now, why am I playing this song, listeners:

The Night Chicago Died
( Paper Lace )

Daddy was a cop on the east side of Chicago
Back in the U.S.A. back in the bad old days

In the heat of a summer night
In the land of the dollar bill
When the town of Chicago died
And they talk about it still

When a man named Al Capone
Tried to make that town his own
And he called his gang to war
With the forces of the law

I heard my mama cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Brother what a night it really was
Brother what a fight it really was
Glory be!

I heard my mama cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Brother what a night the people saw
Brother what a fight the people saw
Yes indeed!

And the sound of the battle rang
Through the streets of the old east side
'Til the last of the hoodlum gang
Had surrendered up or died

There was shouting in the street
And the sound of running feet
And I asked someone who said
"'Bout a hundred cops are dead!"

I heard my mama cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Brother what a night it really was
Brother what a fight it really was
Glory be!

I heard my mama cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Brother what a night the people saw
Brother what a fight the people saw
Yes indeed!

And ther was no sound at all
But the clock upon the wall ......
Then the door burst open wide
And my daddy stepped inside
And he kissed my mama's face
And he brushed her tears away

The night Chicago died
(Na-na na, na-na-na, na-na-na)
The night Chicago died
Brother what a night the people saw
Brother what a fight the people saw
Yes indeed!

The night Chicago died
(Na-na na, na-na-na, na-na-na)
The night Chicago died
Brother what a night it really was
Brother what a fight it really was
Glory be!

The night Chicago died
(Na-na na, na-na-na, na-na-na)
The night Chicago died
Brother what a night the people saw
Brother what a fight the people saw
Yes indeed!

I just seen that story

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/4707354.stm

what was he using I wonder,,,,,,,,,,,, a helicopter gunship per chance. I bet Geo will give him a wide berth in future

Hey, London. Glad to see you back, cockney sperrer. <smile>

It just occurred to me, John, that if we combined the victim and Mr. Cheney, we would have Dick Whittington's cat. My word. I have forgotten what that story was all about.

Allow me:

Well, there's our Raggedy, listeners, with a review of the REAL Dick. <smile>

Thank you, PA. because there is always a secret meaning behind every written word.

Incidentally, all. The song was a hint to a morbid anniversary. On St. Valentine's day a massacre occurred between the "families" of Chicago.

Sad news, listeners:



AP'Jaws' Author Peter Benchley Dies at 65
AP - 23 minutes ago
NEW YORK - Peter Benchley, whose novel "Jaws" terrorized millions of swimmers even as the author himself became an advocate for the conservation of sharks, has died at age 65, his widow said Sunday. Wendy Benchley, married to the author for 41 years, said he died Saturday night at their home in Princeton, N.J. The cause of death, she said, was idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis, a progressive and a fatal scarring of the lungs.

The girl from the Sea of Cortez.



One of his best.

spring news !
after letty's sad news, here are some happy news from eastern lake ontario :
spring is on the way ! yes right here in the land of ice and snow !
in mid-february the city-greenhouse throws open the door to the public to give us some hope of spring.
the display of flowers was again very beautiful and the smell of all the blooms was better than chanel no 5 .
can't wait to get out into the garden and see some flowers coming up - about another month or two.
hbg



(it's not a pix i took)

Ah, dear hamburger. I can almost feel the scent, Canada.



"A rose is a rose is a rose"

Enough said, I think, listeners. <smile>

A Rose and a Baby Ruth
George Hamilton IV


Doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo

We had a quarrel
A teenage quarrel
Now I'm as blue as I know how to be
I can't call you on the phone
I can't even see you at your home

So I'm sending you this present
Just to prove that I'm telling the truth
Dear, I believe you won't laugh when you receive
This rose and a Baby Ruth

(Doo, doo, doo, doo)
(Doo, doo, doo, doo)
(Doo, doo, doo, doo, ahh)

I could have sent you an orchid of some kind
But that's all I had in my jeans at the time

But when we grow up
Some day I'll show up
Just to prove I was telling the truth
I'll kiss you, too, then I'll hand to you
This rose and a Baby Ruth

(Doo, doo, doo, doo)
(Doo, doo, doo, doo)
(Doo, doo, doo, doo, ooh)

My word, edgar. I had forgotten George Hamilton IV. A Rose and a Baby Ruth? Delightful, Texas.

Let's not forget the humble things and flowers, listeners.


Dandelions


Welcome children of the Spring,
In your garbs of green and gold,
Lifting up your sun-crowned heads
On the verdant plain and wold.

As a bright and joyous troop
From the breast of earth ye came
Fair and lovely are your cheeks,
With sun-kisses all aflame.

In the dusty streets and lanes,
Where the lowly children play,
There as gentle friends ye smile,
Making brighter life's highway

Dewdrops and the morning sun,
Weave your garments fair and bright,
And we welcome you to-day
As the children of the light.

Children of the earth and sun.
We are slow to understand
All the richness of the gifts
Flowing from our Father's hand.

Were our vision clearer far,
In this sin-dimmed world of ours,
Would we not more thankful be
For the love that sends us flowers?

Welcome, early visitants,
With your sun-crowned golden hair,
With your message to our hearts
Of our Father's loving care.

Frances Ellen Watkins.

haven't seen any louis prima songs listed here.
this afternoon i heard one of his old songs on CBC radio.
some years ago i taped some of his songs and we still like playing them in the car when we are on a long drive (i know, i know, he was quite a rascal ... liked his women young ! bad boy !
but both mrs h and i like his crazy music). hbg
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Angelina
by Louis Prima

I eat antipasta twice
Just because she is so nice, Angelina
Angelina, the waitress at the pizzeria

I give up soup and minestrone
Just to be with her alone, Angelina
Angelina, the waitress at the pizzeria

Ti vol-glio be-ne
Angelina I adore you
E vol-glio be-ne
Angelina I live for you

E un pas-sio-ne
You have set my heart on fire
But Angelina
Never listens to my song

I eat antipasta twice
Just because she is so nice, Angelina
Angelina, waitress at the pizzeria

If she'll be a my My Car-ra mi-a
Then I'll join in matrimony
With a girl who serves spumoni
And Angelina will be mine!

because he was such a lovely rascal , here is another one of his songs

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Buona Sera
by Louis Prima

Buona Sera, signorina, buona sera
It is time to say goodnight to Napoli
Though it's hard for us to whisper, buona sera
With that old moon above the Meditteranean sea
In the mornin' signorina we'll go walkin'
When the mountains help the sun come into sight
And by the little jewelry shop we'll stop and linger
While I buy a wedding ring for your finger

In the meantime let me tell you that I love you
Buona sera, signorina kiss me goodnight
Buona sera, signorina kiss me goodnight

More Louis



Just a gigolo
everywhere I go
people know the part
I'm playing

Paid for every dance
selling each romance
every night some heart
be traying

There will come a day
youth will pass away
then what will they say
about me

When the end comes I know
they'll say just a gigolo
as life goes on
without me

'Cause I aint got nobody
nobody nobody cares for me
I'm so sad and lonely
sad and lonely sad and lonely
Won't some sweet mama
come and take a chance with me
cause I aint so bad

Get along with me babe,
been singin love songs
All of the time
Even only be, honey only, only be
Bop bozadee bozadee bop zitty bop

I ain't got nobody 'cept love songs in love
Hummala bebhuhla zeebuhla boobuhla
hummala bebhuhla zeebuhla bop

I ain't got nobody, nobody,
nobody cares for me
Nobody , nobody
I'm so sad and lonely,
sad and lonely,
sad and lonely,
Won't some sweet mama come
and take a chance with me
cause I aint so bad

Get along with me babe,
been singin love songs
All of the time
Even only be, honey only, only be

I remember Keely, edgar and hamburger, and was I surprised to find that she and everyone else did Charles Trenet's music.

So, listeners, for my goodnight song, I would like to dedicate this to all caught up in the snow storm:


Goodbye, no use leading with our chins, this is where our story ends,
Never lovers ever friends.
Goodbye, let our hearts call it a day, but before you walk away,
I sincerely want to say.

I wish you bluebirds in the spring, to give your heart a song to sing,
And then a kiss, but more than this, I wish you love.
And if you like lemonade to cool you in some lazy glade,
I wish you health, and more than wealth, I wish you love.
My breaking heart and I agree that you and I could never be,
So with my best, my very best, I set you free.
I wish you shelter from the storm, a cozy fire to keep you warm,
Most of all, when snowflakes fall, I wish you love.
(musical interlude)
I wish you shelter from the storm, a cozy fire to keep you warm,
Most of all, when snowflakes fall, hot time, I wish you love.
All kinds of love, a whole gang of love.

From Letty with love.

Those Were The Days, My Friend
by Mary Hopkins

Once upon a time, there was a tavern
Where we used to raise a glass or two
Remember how we laughed away the hours,
Think of all the great things we would do

Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we'd choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way

Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di di di di di

Then, the busy years went rushing by us
We lost our starry notions on the way
If, by chance, I'd see you in the tavern,
We'd smile at one another and we'd say

Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we'd choose
We'd fight and never lose
Those were the days, oh yes, those were the days

Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di di di di di

Just tonight, I stood before the tavern
Nothing seemed the way it used to be
In the glass, I saw a strange reflection
Was that lonely woman really me?

Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we'd choose
We'd fight and never lose
Those were the days, oh yes, those were the days

Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di di di di di
Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di di di di di

Through the door, there came familiar laughter
I saw your face and heard you call my name
Oh, my friend, we're older but no wiser
For in our hearts, the dreams are still the same

Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we'd choose
We'd fight and never lose
Those were the days, oh yes, those were the days

Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di di di di di
Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di di di di di

La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la

Letty, here are your dandelions in song...

Dandelion Wine

© 2002 Devin Brewer


There's a place that I know and it's calling your name
Far away from city streets
Where the wind it is longing to play with your hair
And the grass it longs to feel your feet
And the sweet smells of summer
Slowly slow down the tempo of your heartbeat

Well the fish they are jumping and the warblers they're singing
The songs that set your mind free
The world slows down and whispers in your ear
And there's never any place you have to be

We'll be swimming in the streams
And be sleeping out under the stars
On the wild plants we'll dine
And we'll drink dandelion wine

Where your dreams are so vivid they stay with you all day
And you wake up to the sound of swaying trees
When your eyes are getting heavy and the day is winding down
You'll be seeing things that no one else sees
Soft lullabies
Will be sung till you fall asleep with ease

And when it comes time for the raindrops to fall
Out come the blankets and the tea
And stories will be shared and laughter will be heard
On that you've got my guarantee

Well the city life's been leading me in circles
Lately there's just not a lot to do
Today's the day I leave the city circles
And tomorrow I just might not feel so blue

I'm going where the wild wind blows through my hair
And life is soft to the touch
I'd trade all I have for the simple things in life
Cuz I know I really don't need that much

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

Rex, That song I played on tenor uke as well. Hey, folks, I might have to see if I can find another. Thanks, Maine. Incidentally, what kind of weather you having up there?

Diane, I loved the Dandelion Wine song, and I do believe that there is a salad made from the leaves of that humble little weed.

Well, we might as well continue with the wine theme, folks, although it's a Maxwell House morning. <smile>


Elderberry Wine


Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
Available on the album Don't Shoot Me I'm Only The Piano Player



There's a fly in the window
A dog in the yard
And a year since I saw you
There's a trunk in the corner
I keep all my letters
My bills and demands I keep too

Well I can't help thinking
About the times
You were a wife of mine
You aimed to please me
Cooked black-eyed peas me
Made elderberry wine

Drunk all the time
Feeling fine on elderberry wine
Those were the days
We'd lay in the haze
Forget depressive times
How can I ever get it together
Without a wife in line
To pick the crop and get me hot
On elderberry wine

Round a tree in the summer
A fire in the fall
Flat out when they couldn't stand
The bottle went round
Like a woman down south
Passed on from hand to hand