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And while we wait for Francis to translate, folks. A strange occurence in hamburger's song. Where are these flashes coming from I wonder? I remember that "Last Teardrop" song, and I am not certain why.

Guess it has to do with my country cousins. <smile>

letty :
those flashes mst be coming from 'texas north' !
just put on an old lp :
'country comes to carnegie hall - roy clark, freddy fender, frank thompson, don wiliams'
right now freddy is singing : 'wasted days and wasted nights" .

also dug up an old set : 'beanblossom festival" .
so if the flashes startagain, you know where they are originating.
hbg

My adobe hacienda.

The music of this song is known as "En un pueblito de Sonora".

Not found a Spanish version, so here's my translation:


En mi hacienda de adobe

hay un tacto de México

Cactos más encantadores que las orquídeas que florecen en el patio

Las estrellas suaves del desierto el rasgueo de guitarras

hacen que cada tarde parece tan dulce

En mi hacienda de adobe

La vida y el amor son más completos

En mi hacienda de adobe anidada en las colinas occidentales

La tarde briza suavemente armonía de los murmullos con los chotacabras

Estrellas suaves del desierto el rasgueo de guitarras...

La vida y el amor son más completos

Kilroy Was Here

here is another of mrs h's favourites :

'wild side of life - sung by hank thompson'

(coming on stage now !)
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Artist: Hank Thompson Tabs/Chords
Song: Wild Side Of Life Tab


WILD SIDE OF LIFE
Recorded by Hank Thompson
Written by Arlie A. Carter and William Warrem

You [D] wouldn't read my letter if I [G] wrote you
You [A] asked me not to call you on the [D] phone
But there's something I'm wanting to [G] tell you
So I [A] wrote it in the words of this [D] song.

CHORUS:
I Didn't know God made honky tonk [G] angels
I [A] might have known you'd never make a [D] wife
You gave up the only one that ever [G] loved you
And went [A] back to the WILD SIDE OF [D] LIFE.

The glamor of the gay night life has lured you
To the places where the wine and liquor flows
Where you wait to be anybody's baby
And forget the truest love you'll ever know.

Well, hamburger, they sure ain't hot flashes. <smile>Thanks, Canada.

Well, Francis, your translation is more than likely better than one may find on the web. Thanks, honey.

Speaking of "muddy", darned if a Pat Boone song didn't come to mind.

Pat Boone Lyrics - Moody River Lyrics

(Moody river moody river)
Moody river more deadly
Than the vainest knife
Moody river your muddy water
Took my baby's life

Last saturday evening
I came to the old oak tree
It stands beside the river
Where you were to meet me
On the ground your love I found
With a note addressed to me
It read dear love I've done you wrong
Now I must set you free

No longer can I live
With this hurt and this sin
I just couldn't tell you
That guy was just a friend

Moody river more deadly
Than the vainest knife
Moody river your muddy water
Took my baby's life

I looked into the muddy water
And what could I see
I saw alonely lonely face just
Lookin' back at me
Tears in his eyes
And a prayer on his lips
And the glove of his lost love
At his finger tips

Moody river more deadly
Than the vainest knife
Moody river your muddy water
Took my baby's life

Believe that I had rather listen to Barry Manilow.

McTag, you are something else, Brit.

Do you mean to tell me folks, that not one person on here knows about John Travolta's debut?

hamburger, Hank Snow; Hank Thompson; and Hank Williams. know em all, Canada. Incidentally, it seems that Switzerland gotcha in ice hockey. Too bad, really.

Now for an etymology answer that dys and I discussed yesterday.

sardonic
From Wiktionary



Etymology
French sardonique, from Greek sardonios (meaning "of bitter or scornful laughter"), by influence of Sardonios - the Greeks believed that eating a certain plant they called sardonion ("plant from Sardinia") caused facial convulsions resembling those of sardonic laughter, usually followed by death.

Miss Letty, the sardonic bit reminds me this nice exchange, almost a year ago:

sardonic

Francis, was that the London gathering? Amazing. It's difficult to believe that Cavfancier will have been dead a year come Monday. Yes, I suppose that our dys does have a sardonic sense of humor.<smile>

I still haven't figured out what poopity head means, other than the literal interpretation, that is.

speaking of May and the South, folks. This song is a memory from Glen in his better days:

Southern Nights
Lyrics for Album: Very Best of Glen Campbell

Southern Nights Have You Ever Felt A
Southern Night Free As A Breeze
Not To Mention The Trees
Whistling Tunes That You Know And Love So

Southern Nights Just As Good Even When
Closed Your Eyes I Apologize
To Any One Who Can Truly Say
He Has Found A Better Way

Feel So Good Feel So Good It's Frightening
Wish I Could Stop This World From Fighting
La Da Da Da Da Da La Da Da Da Da Da
Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da

Mysteries Like This And Many Others
In The Trees Blow In The Night
In The Southern Skies

Southern Skies Have You Ever Noticed
Southern Skies It's Precious Beauty
Lies Just Beyond The Eye
It Goes Running Thru Your Soul Like The Stories Of Old

Old Man He And His Dog They Walk The Old Land
Every Flower Touched His Cold Hand
As He Slowly Walked By
Weeping Willows Would Cry For Joy

Francis, how did you remember that? Amazing.

I got it wrong, McTag, but our Francis is young and vibrant. <smile>

Hey, dys, what's this, Mr. Sardonicus:

Fugitive Brothers Caught After 15 Years 32 minutes ago



ALBUQUERQUE - Two Kansas brothers who dodged authorities for 15 years were arrested in southwestern New Mexico atop stockpiles of drugs, weapons and about 200 pounds of explosives, authorities said.



Officials described Geoffrey Rose, 62, and Gregory Rose, 50, as potential domestic terrorists aligned with white supremacist and anti-government groups.

They were arrested Friday at a rental home in Catron County about 80 miles east of the Arizona border, where authorities said they found military-style helmets and bullet-resistant vests.

Officials had received reports that the two men frequently voiced anti-government threats to federal employees in the area.

"We believe they were at risk of committing an act against the federal government," U.S. Marshal Gorden Eden said at a news conference Friday.

Wanted by the federal government since 1991, the brothers have eluded a string of felony drug and weapons charges.

The local Marshals Service learned Tuesday that the Rose brothers might be living in New Mexico. Eden did not know how long the two had been in the state but said its rural outlines are attractive to felons.

"People believe they can flee to the Wild West and not get caught," he said, noting New Mexico's large land mass.

The Wild West?

It used to be the wild west but I've slowed considerably in teh pastr few years.

Well, Gus said that you had been shot by Chenney, cowboy. Here's living proof that it ain't true, listeners:

Speaking of the wild west:

Buffalo Bill's/ defunct

Buffalo Bill's
defunct
who used to
ride a watersmooth-silver
stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
Jesus
he was a handsome man
and what i want to know is
how do you like your blueeyed boy
Mister Death

-- E. E. Cummings

love cummings

perhaps my fave poem is this one

dying is fine)but Death
e.e. cummings

dying is fine)but Death

?o
baby
i

wouldn't like

Death if Death
were
good:for

when(instead of stopping to think)you

begin to feel of it,dying
's miraculous
why?be

cause dying is

perfectly natural;perfectly
putting
it mildly lively(but

Death

is strictly
scientific
& artificial &

evil & legal)

we thank thee
god
almighty for dying
(forgive us,o life!the sin of Death



another fine poem about dying

Not Waving but Drowning
Stevie Smith

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

actually the stevie smith is not really about dying per say, it's more about not living

You know, dj. I think, sometimes, that folks have the wrong idea about ceasing to live. Some folks have been dead most of their lives.

I didn't know that poem by edward e., but he most definitely didn't mope around and gnash his teeth, did he.

Hey, The Irish have the right idea. A wake is for making merry and doing silly stuff.

I was browsing through some of George Bernard Shaw's quotes tonight, and discovered a great one:



Life contains but two tragedies. One is not to get your heart's desire; the other is to get it.
!

Hey, all. I hope our Bio Bob is all right. We missed his background stuff.

couple of songs by "supergroups"

the first by johnny, waylon, willie and kris

the second by george, tom, bob, jeff and roy


Highwayman

I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride
With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five
But I am still alive.

I was a sailor. I was borne upon the tide
And with the sea I did abide.
I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow
And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed
But I am living still.

I was a dam builder across the river deep and wide
Where steel and water did collide
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below
They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound
But I am still around..I'll always be around..and around and around and
around and around

I fly a starship across the Universe divine
And when I reach the other side
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
But I will remain
And I'll be back again, and again and again and again and again..


Handle With Care

Been beat up and battered 'round
Been sent up, and I've been shot down
You're the best thing that I've ever found
Handle me with care

Reputations changeable
Situations tolerable
Baby, you're adorable
Handle me with care

I'm so tired of being lonely
I still have some love to give
Won't you show me that you really care

Everybody's got somebody to lean on
Put your body next to mine, and dream on

I've been fobbed off, and I've been fooled
I've been robbed and ridiculed
In day care centers and night schools
Handle me with care

Been stuck in airports, terrorized
Sent to meetings, hypnotized
Overexposed, commercialized
Hand me with care

I'm so tired of being lonely
I still have some love to give
Won't you show me that you really care

Everybody's got somebody to lean on
Put your body next to mine, and dream on

I've been uptight and made a mess
But I'll clean it up myself, I guess
Oh, the sweet smell of success
Handle me with care

be careful what you you wish for eh, you might just get it

and now a musical interlude

The Crying Scene
Aztec Camera

We were two in a million,
Stars like the ones in the sky,
A love scene and a vision,
We saw the world and we waved goodbye.
Watched the fireworks falling,
We kissed and innocence died.
The sound of certainty calling,
A world that wouldn't be satisfied.

Chorus:
You only get one hit, that's the beauty of it,
What's the good in crying?
It's always been that way, at the end of the day,
You gotta keep on trying.
Life's a one take movie and I don't care what it means,
I'm saving up my tears for the crying scene.

Tears fall and they haunt me,
The sad words of a song,
It's like necessity wants me,
Sometimes I long just to belong.
I dream of demons and money,
I see the straights in the rain,
I gotta keep on movin',
Before they drag me down again...

Chorus