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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Fri 3 Mar, 2006 10:25 am
Jean Harlow
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


Jean Harlow (born March 3, 1911 - died June 7, 1937) was an American film actress who became known as the "original blonde bombshell," predating Marilyn Monroe as a blonde sex symbol.

Harlow was the first blonde to be cast in "bad girl" roles. Before her, bad girls in movies were dark-haired and exotic looking. She made over 30 films during a career that lasted only 10 years, and had a talent for comedy as well as drama that is still recognized today by record numbers of fans and film critics alike.

Early years

Harlow was born Harlean Carpenter in Kansas City, Missouri, the daughter of Mont Clair Carpenter, a dentist, and his wife, Jean Poe Harlow. Her given name (Harlean) was invented from parts of her mother's maiden name, Jean Harlow. At first, Harlow adopted her mother's name as a stage name, then legally changed it in 1935.

Mother Jean, as she was known, divorced Harlean's father and moved to Hollywood with hopes of becoming an actress herself. Shortly afterward she remarried and moved to Chicago, where Jean attended Ferry Hall School, a private girls' academy in the wealthy suburb of Lake Forest. At the age of 16, Jean eloped with Charles McGrew 2nd, a wealthy young stockbroker and the couple moved to Los Angeles, California. They divorced two years later.


Movies and marriages

Jean wanted to be a wife and mother, but to please Mother Jean she looked for work as an extra in films, in which she made $7 a day. In the beginning Jean landed bit parts in silent films such as Why is a Plumber? (1927), Moran of the Marines (1928) and The Love Parade (1929). She had a more substantial role in Laurel and Hardy's short Double Whoopee (1929). She got her first major role when producer Howard Hughes cast her in the World War I film Hell's Angels (1930).

Notable for its two-strip Technicolor sequences (including some footage of Harlow in color), this film launched Harlow as the premier sex symbol of the 1930s and started a craze for platinum blonde hair that continues to this day.

In 1931, Harlow began to gain popularity when she appeared in The Public Enemy, Goldie, The Secret Six with Clark Gable, and Platinum Blonde. In 1932 she had bigger roles in Red-Headed Woman, for which she received a salary of $1,250/week, and Red Dust, her second film with Clark Gable. Harlow and Gable worked well together and co-starred in a total of six films.

It was during the making of Red Dust that Harlow's second husband, MGM producer Paul Bern (né Paul Levy) died in an incident that remains mysterious to this day; he was found naked in his wife's bedroom, shot in the head and drenched in his wife's perfume. Years later it was suggested by screenwriter Ben Hecht that Bern was murdered by an unbalanced former lover, Dorothy Millette, who actually committed suicide the next day. (Years later, the Bern-Harlow house became the home of Jay Sebring and, for a time, Sharon Tate. They were later both murdered by Charles Manson's followers.)

By 1933, Harlow was becoming a superstar. She had a great comedic part in Dinner at Eight, and later that year she starred in Bombshell. Because of Harlow's indiscreet affair with boxer Max Baer, Mrs. Baer threatened divorce proceedings, naming Harlow as a co-defendent for "alienation of affection," then the common term for adultery. MGM diffused the situation by arranging a quick marriage between Harlow and cinematographer Harold Rosson. Still feeling the aftershocks of the mysterious Bern death, the studio didn't want another Harlow scandal on its hands. Rosson and Harlow were friends, and the cameraman went along with the plan. They divorced quietly seven months later. Harlow then starred in two more films with Clark Gable, China Seas (1935) and Wife vs. Secretary (1936). Other co-stars included Spencer Tracy, Robert Taylor and William Powell.

Critics early on praised Harlow's beauty, but panned her sometimes clumsy acting in the standard '30s gangster potboilers and romantic melodramas. After seeing her in Bombshell, many started to reconsider their previous opinions of Harlow's acting, and MGM discovered Harlow's strong suit: comedy. Her performance in Dinner at Eight cemented her reputation as an expert comedienne, not just a sex symbol.

Following the end of her third marriage, Harlow met MGM star William Powell. They reportedly were engaged for two years, but differences kept them from marrying swiftly (she wanted children; he did not). Harlow also said that studio head Louis B. Mayer would never allow them to wed.

Death

Harlow fell ill with influenza during the early part of 1937; although she recovered, the attack weakened her body against the onslaught of a more serious illness that was just beginning to take hold: kidney failure. In retrospective analysis, Harlow's kidneys may have been slowly failing during the ten years since she contracted scarlet fever while in her early teens. In the days before kidney dialysis and transplants, this condition was fatal.

While filming Saratoga (1937) with Clark Gable, Harlow collapsed on set and was rushed to the hospital, diagnosed with uremic poisoning. She died just days later, at the age of 26.

Harlow is buried at the Forest Lawn Memorial Park, in Glendale, California. William Powell paid for her tomb, which bears the simple inscription "Our Baby." Her funeral took place in the Wee Kirk O' The Heather Chapel at Forest Lawn Cemetery. She was buried in the negligee that she had worn just weeks before, while filming a scene from Saratoga. It's been reported that a single white gardenia with an unsigned note attached that read "Good night, my dearest darling" were placed in her hands. It is assumed that both were from her beloved William Powell, who also paid for her final resting place?-the $25,000, 9x10-foot private room lined with multicolored imported marble located in the Sanctuary of Benediction.

Many myths have swirled around Harlow's death and it was not until the early 1990s that her long-sealed medical records were uncovered. Legend had it that Harlow's mother, a Christian Scientist, prevented doctors from attending to her dying daughter, but this myth has been extinguished; records prove Harlow received constant medical attention. Other long-standing myths, such as the suggestion that Harlow's kidneys were damaged in a beating from husband Paul Bern or that bleach from her hair seeped into her brain and killed her, are equally untrue.


Trivia

* Harlow was linked to American mobster Bugsy Siegel and was the godmother of his daughter Millicent. She also dated mobster Abner Zwillman at one time. He bought her a Cadillac and a jeweled bracelet, as well as getting her a two-picture deal with Harry Cohn of Columbia Pictures due to a loan he made to Cohn.

* Jean Harlow was one of Marilyn Monroe's idols when Marilyn was growing up. Ironically, just like her idol, Monroe was a sex symbol who would be more respected as an actress after her death than during her career.

* William Powell told Harlow that he had married a blonde bombshell already, and he was not going to marry another one.

* Jean's beautiful green eyes were deep-set and she had to be lit just so for film and photo sessions in order to bring them out in contrast to the angle of her nose and the cleft in her chin. Her trademark extremely-arched eyebrows were drawn in after her own comparatively straight eyebrows were shaved off.

* Although a natural ash blonde, Harlow achieved her trademark platinum tresses through weekly bleaching sessions using a mixture of peroxide, ammonia, Clorox and Lux Flakes?-an extremely painful and harsh process.

* Harlow died as her last film, Saratoga, was 90% completed. Word got out that MGM intended either to reshoot the film with a new actress or scrap it altogether. Hearing this news, thousands of fans wrote letters to MGM asking them not to scrap Harlow's last film, but to release it to theaters. The last 10% of the film was completed using a soundalike and a body double, Mary Dees, mostly accomplished with wide-angle shots. The film broke box-office records and became the biggest picture of Harlow's career. Clark Gable remarked that during filming scenes after Harlow's death, he felt as if he "were in the arms of a ghost."

* Two competing films, both titled Harlow, were released in 1965. Carroll Baker played Jean in the more successful film, although Baker was almost a decade older than the age Harlow was when she died. More age-appropriate, but less successful at the box office, was Carol Lynley in her "quickie" film version. In the 1950's, there was talk that Marilyn Monroe might make a film on Harlow's life for 20th Century-Fox and Columbia Pictures considered making a Harlow biopic with either Cleo Moore or Kim Novak but neither project got off the ground.

* Gwen Stefani made her acting debut playing Jean Harlow in the 2004 Martin Scorsese movie The Aviator. Like Baker, Stefani was 34 when she played Jean Harlow?-who was 19 years old at the time she was discovered by Hughes.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean_Harlow
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Fri 3 Mar, 2006 10:27 am
A blonde is on board a small two seater plane when
suddenly the pilot dies. Not knowing how to fly a
plane she grabs the radio. "Mayday, Mayday! My pilot
just died!" she screams.

Ground control receives her call for help and answers
back: "Don't worry, madam. I'll talk you down, just do
as I say. First I need you to give me your height and
position"

"I'm 5"2' and sitting in the front"
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Letty
 
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Reply Fri 3 Mar, 2006 11:26 am
dys, tsk, tsk. That should be, "seriously"? <smile>

Thanks, hawkman, for the bio's today. Having looked through both of your celebs, I find that most of us are aware of the two, but knew little of your smaller details.

After some research, listeners, I shall be back to comment, and I hope our other listeners will as well. Will as well? that's a bit awkward sounding.
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Letty
 
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Reply Fri 3 Mar, 2006 12:29 pm
Well, folks, other than Bob's blonde funny, I couldn't find any hard evidence to support my remembered notions about Jean Harlow and Alex Bell. I do know, however, that our bell is a descendant of Graham Bell.

It seems to me, that the Wizard of Menlo Park didn't do all the original inventing, but simply improved on the strides made by others. You know, "standing on the shoulders of giants?"

Some oral myths about Jean:

She died because she peroxided her hair.
She died because her mother, a Christian Scientist, wouldn't seek medical attention.

Some real facts:
She died.

Well, let's hear a song about the phone man:

The Sweet
Song: Alexander graham bell
Album: Sweet


Chinn/Chapman

A candle flickers in a window
Two thousand miles away she waits there
There's a young man thinking by a window
How was she to know just how much he cared
He always knew just what he could do
He always knew that his dream would come true

Alexander Graham Bell
Well, he knew darned well
That he could find the only way
To talk across the USA
Telephone, telephone
Never be on your own
Many many years ago
He started something with his first "Hello, hello"
Alexander Graham Bell
Alexander Graham Bell
Alexander Graham, Alexander Graham
Alexander Graham Bell

The sun rises early in the morning
Millions of people still unaware
Of something he discovered without warning
So he could show a girl just how much he cared
He always knew just what he could do
He always knew that his dream would come true

Alexander Graham Bell
Well, he knew darned well
That he could find the only way
To talk across the USA
Telephone, telephone
Never be on your own
Many many years ago
He started something with his first "Hello, hello"
Alexander Graham Bell, Alexander Graham Bell

Alexander Graham Bell
Well, he knew darned well
That he could find the only way
To talk across the USA
Telephone, telephone
Never be on your own
Many many years ago
He started something with his first "Hello, hello"...
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Raggedyaggie
 
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Reply Fri 3 Mar, 2006 01:06 pm
Hi. We need a picture of Jean:

http://www.nndb.com/people/731/000043602/harlow6-sized.jpg

and of course Alexander Graham Bell: :wink:

http://www.csfd.cz/photos/herci/347.jpg
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Letty
 
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Reply Fri 3 Mar, 2006 01:17 pm
Well, there's our Raggedy, folks, with two stand ins for Jean and Alex. Love it, gal. Razz

"Raggedy, come here. I need you."

As for blonde women, there are also blonde men:

Sent by mail to our studio by the wizard of light:




The sheriff in a small town walks out in the street and sees a
blonde cowboy coming down the walk with nothing on but his cowboy
hat, gun, and his boots, so he arrests him for indecent exposure.

As he is locking him up, he asks "Why in the world are you
walking around naked?"

The Cowboy says, "Well it's like this Sheriff -- I was in the
bar down the road and this pretty little redhead asks me to go out to
her motor home with her. So I did. We go inside and she pulls off her top and
asks me to pull off my shirt, so I did. Then she pulls off her
skirt and asks me to pull off my pants, so I did. Then she pulls off her
panties and me to pull off my shorts, so I did.

Then she gets on the bed and looks at me kind of sexy and
says, "Now go to town cowboy," so I did.



Son of a Gun, Blonde Men do exist.
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Tryagain
 
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Reply Fri 3 Mar, 2006 02:06 pm
"I shall be back to comment, and I hope our other listeners will as well."

I wish it noted that I have been waiting round for Bobsmythhawk to finish the joke. What reply did Ground Control make?


As for ?'will as well'

They do say, "where there's a will there's a way" or is it, ?'there's a well in the way Will'?


What would Elvis say?

My Way

(words & music by anka - francois - revaux)

And now the end is near
So I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case of which I'm certain

I've lived a life that's full
I've traveled each and every highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exception

I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
Oh, and more, much more than this
I did it my way

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you know
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way

I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fails, my share of losing
And now as tears subside
I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way
Oh, no, no not me
I did it my way

For what is a man, what has he got
If not himself, then he has not
To say the words he truly feels
And not the words he would reveal
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way
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Letty
 
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Reply Fri 3 Mar, 2006 02:22 pm
tryagain, you are totally delightful. I am so glad you said something bad about me, because now you have added your wit and wisdom to our little cyber station, so it's all's well that ends with a will leaving all to Letty. Razz

And, buddy, where there's a wheel there's a way, especially if it's dys' porche.

You know, listeners, it is difficult for me to believe that a Frenchman beat an Italian to that song. Is there such a thing as a French mafia?

Ah, well, listeners. Let continue the theme:

RELIENT K - My Way Or The Highway... Lyrics

Should I start this song off with a question?
Or should I say what's on my mind.
(Add a cello here to add a sad impression).
Cause I'm not looking forward to leaving my friends all behind.
I didn't vote (though I'm not proud), cause I'm Canadian, and
I'm not allowed.
Give it a go or throw in the towel.
Stand all alone or swim through the crowd.
No one around to help you decide.
It's time to make up your mind.
It's time to make up your mind.
By the wayside we fell.
He said, "It's my way or the highway to hell."
It's your decision, choose it well.
He said, "It's my way or the highway to hell."
Decisiond we make; life's an election.
Precision we take, seeking direction.
But there's so many lies.
Unsure where we can look.
But we've got a guide- a really thick handbook.
No one around to help you decide.
It's time to make up your mind.
It's time to make up your mind.
Are you with me or against me?
Noticed you're sitting on the fence.
We wondered why yo'ure not cut and dry.
You got to choose our side and live, or their side and die.
Which hand holds your soul?
Do you want to guess one?
If it scares you to death, may that be your lesson.
It's your decision, make it the best one.
And should I end this song off with a question?

Well, that's supposed to be a tongue in cheek song, so perhaps that is French as well. Laughing
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Tryagain
 
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Reply Fri 3 Mar, 2006 02:38 pm
"so it's all's well that ends with a will leaving all to Letty." Except that…

George Strait


Chorus:
All my ex's live in Texas,
And Texas is a place I'd dearly love to be.
But all my ex's live in Texas
And that's why I hang my hat in Tennessee.

Rosanna's down in Texarcana; wanted me to push her broom,
And sweet Ilene's in Abilene; she forgot I hung the moon,
And Allison in Galveston somehow lost her sanity,
And Dimples who now lives in Temple's got the law lookin' for me.

Chorus:
All my ex's live in Texas,
And Texas is a place I'd dearly love to be.
But all my ex's live in Texas
And that's why I hang my hat in Tennessee.

I remember that old Frio river where I learned to swim.
And it brings to mind another time where I wore my welcome thin.
My transcendental meditation, I go there each night,
But I always come back to myself long before daylight.

Chorus:
All my ex's live in Texas,
And Texas is a place I'd dearly love to be.
But all my ex's live in Texas
And that's why I hang my hat in Tennessee.

Some folks think I'm hidin',
It's been rumored that I died,
But I'm alive and well in Tennessee. Laughing
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Letty
 
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Reply Fri 3 Mar, 2006 02:45 pm
Hey, listeners. Care to join in this fun stuff?

And from little Tammy:




TAMMY WYNETTE
D-I-V-O-R-C-E
(Bobby Braddock/Curley Putman)

Our little boy is four years old and quite a little man
So we spell out the words we don't want him to understand
Like T-O-Y or maybe S-U-R-P-R-I-S-E
But the words we're hiding from him now
Tear the heart right out of me.

Our D-I-V-O-R-C-E becomes final today
Me and little J-O-E will be goin' away
I love you both and it will be pure H-E double L for me
Oh, I wish that we could stop this D-I-V-O-R-C-E.

Watch him smile, he thinks it Christmas
Or his 5th Birthday
And he thinks C-U-S-O-T-D-Y spells fun or play
I spell out all the hurtin' words
And turn my head when I speak
'Cause I can't spell away this hurt
That's drippin' down my cheek.

Our D-I-V-O-R-C-E becomes final today
Me and little J-O-E will be goin' away
I love you both and it will be pure H-E double L for me
Oh, I wish that we could stop this D-I-V-O-R-C-E.
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Tryagain
 
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Reply Fri 3 Mar, 2006 04:14 pm
Play The Game
Words and music by Freddie Mercury

Open up your mind and let me step inside
Rest your weary head and let your heart decide
It's so easy when you know the rules
It's so easy all you have to do
Is fall in love
Play the game
Ev'rybody play the game of love

When you're feelin' down and your resistance is low
Light another cigarette and let yourself go
This is your life
Don't play hard to get
It's a free world
All you have to do is fall in love
Play the game ev'ryone play the game of love

My game of love has just begun
Love runs from my head down to my toes
My love is pumping through my veins (play the game)
Driving me insane
Come come come come play the game play the game play
the game play the game

Play the game everybody play the game of love

This is your life - don't play hard to get
It's a free free world all you have to do is fall in love
Play the game yeah play the game of love
Your life - don't play hard to get
It's a free free world all you have to do is fall in love
Play the game - ev'rybody play the game...
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Letty
 
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Reply Fri 3 Mar, 2006 05:04 pm
well, tryagain. That's the oldest game known to man, I guess, other than the world's oldest profession.

According to the Bard, Romeo and Juliet experienced love at first sight. There is a theme to the movie made from that play. I'll check it out later.

Let's listen to Michael Buble (bu bla)


Love At First Sight

I'm making this one special evening
Taking a chance in my life
Hoping you feel the same way as I do tonight
Just try and look into my eyes
Don't be scared of what you might see there
The first time I saw you
I knew love at first sight must be true, so true, oh so true
And now I just have to explain why I feel this way
I feel joy, I feel pain
You're in my heart and it's tearing me apart
'Cause I love you, I love you, I love you!
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Letty
 
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Reply Fri 3 Mar, 2006 06:08 pm
News item from WWI

France Recognizes New Living WWI Veterans By PAUL DUKE, Associated Press Writer
1 hour, 50 minutes ago



TOSNY, France - At age 107, Rene Riffaud has only hazy memories of his part in the "war to end all wars," but he's quite clear about why France has only now inducted him into the small and shrinking band of hallowed World War I survivors.



Simply put, Riffaud figured those who died were the ones who deserved the recognition: "I was more worried with living than looking back to the past," he told The Associated Press.

France, belatedly, disagrees. This week, the veterans minister approved a request from Riffaud's granddaughter that he be given an official veteran's card ?- nearly 88 years after the war ended.

That decision, and the rediscovery of another veteran thought to have died, has bumped France's tally of World War I survivors up to seven ?- a remarkable development raising the possibility that there may be others.

Riffaud was born in Tunisia, where he was drafted into a colonial regiment for France, he said. He now lives in a retirement home in the Eure region of Normandy, where he spoke to AP.

Riffaud, who is frail and uses a wheelchair since an accident six months ago, shied away from the bright lights of a television camera crew as he told of the destruction of the war.

He recalled being stationed in a forest near the Rhine River between France and Germany and spoke about lingering ill health caused by exposure to poisonous mustard gas. He said those who died deserved recognition ?- not someone like himself, who took no part in combat.

"I did the war my way," he said, clutching a black-and-white photograph of himself, dapper in his military uniform. "After the war, I was sick. I had suffered from the (mustard) gas without knowing it."

Riffaud said he never liked talking about military issues and was not a combat soldier.

Perhaps some WWI songs are in order, folks
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Letty
 
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Reply Fri 3 Mar, 2006 07:59 pm
Goodnight, tryagain; it looks as though it was just you and I again. <smile>

and for the rest of you out there, tomorrow is command day because it's "march forth".

With a smile and.....................

From Letty with love.
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RexRed
 
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Reply Fri 3 Mar, 2006 08:17 pm
"We've Only Just Begun" (written by Paul Williams and Roger Nichols)


Cool
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RexRed
 
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Reply Fri 3 Mar, 2006 11:08 pm
Hello Young Lovers

When I think of Tom.
I think of a night,
When the earth smelled of summer
And the sky was streaked with white,
The soft mist of England
Was sleeping on a hill.

I remember this,
And I always will...
There are new lovers now
On the same silent hill,
Looking on the same blue sea.
And I know Tom and I are a part of them all --
And they're all a part of Tom an me.

Hello young lovers, whoever you are,
I hope your troubles are few.
All my good wishes go with you tonight,
I've been in love like you.

Be brave, young lovers, and follow your star,
Be brave and faithful and true,
Cling very close to each other tonight.
I've been in love like you.

I know how it feels to have wings on your heels,
And to fly down the street in a trance.
You fly down a street on the chance that you meet,
And you meet -- not really by chance.

Don't cry young lovers, whatever you do,
Don't cry because I'm alone;
All of my memories are happy tonight,
I've had a love of my own.
I've had a love of my own, like yours-
I've had a love of my own.

Be brave, young lovers, and follow your star,
Be brave and faithful and true,
Cling very close to each other tonight.
I've been in love like you.

I know how it feels to have wings on your heels,
And to fly down the street in a trance.
You fly down a street on the chance that you meet,
And you meet -- not really by chance.

Don't cry young lovers, whatever you do,
Don't cry because I'm alone;
All of my memories are happy tonight,
I've had a love of my own.
I've had a love of my own, like yours-
I've had a love of my own.


From the musical "The King and I"
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RexRed
 
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Reply Fri 3 Mar, 2006 11:17 pm
Something Wonderful

[LADY THIANG]

This is a man who thinks with his heart,
His heart is not always wise.
This is a man who stumbles and falls,
But this is a man who tries.

This is a man you'll forgive and forgive,
And help protect, as long as you live...
He will not always say
What you would have him say,
But now and then he'll do
Something
Wonderful.

He has a thousand dreams
That won't come true,
You know that he believes in them
And that's enough for you.

You'll always go along,
Defend him where he's wrong
And tell him, when he's strong
He is
Wonderful
He'll always
Needs your love
And so he'll get your love.
A man who needs your love
Can be
Wonderful.

She'll always go along
Defend him when he's wrong
And tell him when he's strong
He is wonderful.
He'll always need her love
And so he'll get her love
A man who needs your love
Can be wonderful.

From the musical "The King and I"
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 4 Mar, 2006 04:32 am
An early good morning to our fans and contributors at WA2K radio.

Thank you, Rex, for those great songs from The King and I. A wonderful musical and a fantastic musical score.

I truly enjoyed watching "Monk" and "House" last evening. Those two shows are worth staying up late to see. I recommend them to all our listeners as they are broadcast from our sister station, USA. <smile>

Well, folks, our Walter ought to be back from his brief jaunt by now, and I do hope he and McTag check in today.

I was thinking about the songs from WWI and decided to play one as a reminder that no war is the war to end all wars:

Probably was of the most clever set of lyrics every written by Irving Berlin, and it says something to us at 5:31 here in Florida:


"Oh! How I Hate To Get Up In The Morning,
Oh! How I'd love to remain in bed
For the hardest blow of all is to hear the bugler call:
'You've got to get up, you've got to get up,
You've got to get up this morning!'"

Someday I'm going to murder the bugler
Someday they're going to find him dead
I'll amputate his reveille and stomp upon it heavily
And spend the rest of my life in bed!

A bugler in the army is the luckiest of men
He wakes the boys at five and then goes back to bed again
He doesn't have to blow again until the afternoon
If ev'rything goes well with me I'll be a bugler soon!

"Oh! How I Hate To Get Up In The Morning,
Oh! How I'd love to remain in bed
For the hardest blow of all is to hear the bugler call:
'You've got to get up, you've got to get up,
You've got to get up this morning!'"

Oh, boy! The minute the battle is over
Oh, boy! The minute the foe is dead
I'll put my uniform away and move to Philadelphia
And spend the rest of my life in bed!
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Francis
 
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Reply Sat 4 Mar, 2006 04:48 am
I guess Walter will post again on Monday, unless he stops by some Internet Café.


Snowing day here.

Let's listen to this song:

One Snowing Day

Lyrics/Music: Kang Ta

I guess it's like that.
Unchanging even though time goes by...
the reason it can happen...
Though I laugh sometimes and cry sometimes and I'm in great pain from time to time...
It means so much, to be happy because I have someone.
Even though today hurts, tomorrow I will always be with you.

CHORUS:
Love purely love...
Parting itself parting...
The promise to be together forever is, after all, only a dream of that moment.

My heart I couldn't tell at last...
will never be erased after all...
We will be together forever.
Love is a memory after all...

Watching you from sadness will be painful...
Only by forgetting...erasing...

CHORUS:
Love purely love...
Parting itself parting...
The promise to be together forever is, after all, only a dream of that moment.

I guess it's like that.
Unchanging even though time goes by...
the reason it can happen...
Even though today hurts, tomorrow I will be with you always.
Everything will start again like that.
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Reply Sat 4 Mar, 2006 04:58 am
Well, there's our Francis, folks. What a lovely song, Paris. I suppose the pristine beauty of a snowfall can bring both sadness, happiness and memories of tomorrow where love is concerned.

It has been a while since Letty has experienced the white stuff, but I still have my perfect picture of snow angels.
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