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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 4 Mar, 2006 05:35 am
early morning news from London:

Blair believes God will judge him on Iraq war Fri Mar 3, 9:42 PM ET



LONDON (AFP) - British Prime Minister Tony Blair said believes God will judge him on his decision to go to war with Iraq.





In an interview with chat show host Michael Parkinson to be broadcast on Britain's ITV1 television Saturday, Blair said he made policy decisions according to his conscience, which is guided by his Christian faith.

Asked about joining the US-led invasion in March 2003, he said: "That decision has to be taken and has to be lived with, and in the end there is a judgment that -- well, I think if you have faith about these things then you realise that judgment is made by other people."

Pushed to clarify what he meant, Blair, a devout Christian, replied: "If you believe in God, it's made by God as well."

He said: "This is not just a matter of a policy here or a thing there, but of their lives and in some case their death ... the only way you can take a decision like that is to try to do the right thing, according to your conscience and for the rest of it you leave it to the judgment that history will make."
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McTag
 
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Reply Sat 4 Mar, 2006 05:43 am
dyslexia wrote:
this confronts the very nature of bias. I have never listened to any song performed by the Carpenters soley for reasons of my bias against them.


Well Dys, they were very formulaic and middle-of-the-road, but the records were well-produced and Karen sang like an angel.
They were worldwide big sellers of course, and all these millions of people can't be wrong. Or can they?

At one time I didn't like ABBA, but they won me over with their professionalism on stage (I saw a documentary, filmed mainly at a concert in Sydney Australia) These girls could sing. No miming necessary, even when the trousers were very tight.
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 4 Mar, 2006 05:56 am
Good afternoon, McTag. I suppose the reason that I feel a sense of kinship with Karen Carpenter is because I sang "Superstar" at a local benefit show in Virginia. I guess if I could equate my voice with anyone, it would be hers.

Hmmm, folks. Let's hear a song by ABBA. I can't recall having heard them before:

My my, at waterloo napoleon did surrender
Oh yeah, and I have met my destiny in quite a similar way
The history book on the shelf
Is always repeating itself

Waterloo - I was defeated, you won the war
Waterloo - promise to love you for ever more
Waterloo - couldn't escape if I wanted to
Waterloo - knowing my fate is to be with you
Waterloo - finally facing my waterloo

My my, I tried to hold you back but you were stronger
Oh yeah, and now it seems my only chance is giving up the fight
And how could I ever refuse
I feel like I win when I lose

Waterloo - I was defeated, you won the war
Waterloo - promise to love you for ever more
Waterloo - couldn't escape if I wanted to
Waterloo - knowing my fate is to be with you

And how could I ever refuse
I feel like I win when I lose

Waterloo - I was defeated, you won the war
Waterloo - promise to love you for ever more
Waterloo - couldn't escape if I wanted to
Waterloo - knowing my fate is to be with you
Waterloo - finally facing my waterloo

Don't know if I like them or not, McTag
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Lord Ellpus
 
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Reply Sat 4 Mar, 2006 06:04 am
Morning Letty.....here's my favourite Abba song.

The lyrics are a work of genius.


"The Winner Takes It All"

I don't wanna talk
About the things we've gone through
Though it's hurting me
Now it's history
I've played all my cards
And that's what you've done too
Nothing more to say
No more ace to play

The winner takes it all
The loser standing small
Beside the victory
That's her destiny

I was in your arms
Thinking I belonged there
I figured it made sense
Building me a fence
Building me a home
Thinking I'd be strong there
But I was a fool
Playing by the rules

The gods may throw a dice
Their minds as cold as ice
And someone way down here
Loses someone dear
The winner takes it all
The loser has to fall
It's simple and it's plain
Why should I complain.

But tell me does she kiss
Like I used to kiss you?
Does it feel the same
When she calls your name?
Somewhere deep inside
You must know I miss you
But what can I say
Rules must be obeyed

The judges will decide
The likes of me abide
Spectators of the show
Always staying low
The game is on again
A lover or a friend
A big thing or a small
The winner takes it all

I don't wanna talk
If it makes you feel sad
And I understand
You've come to shake my hand
I apologize
If it makes you feel bad
Seeing me so tense
No self-confidence
But you see
The winner takes it all
The winner takes it all...
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 4 Mar, 2006 06:16 am
Welcome back, L.E. Yes, you are right, London. They are good lyrics, and so true, no?

I'm not certain if you Brits get the TV show "House", but one of the scenes showed the main character listening to old vinyls of a black trumpet player. I really, and I mean REALLY got carried away with that portion of the show. There's something about a trumpet that keens like a banshee. Don't ask, folks, 'cause I can't explain it.

Incidentally, I am quite happy that you survived the torrents, darlin'. <smile>
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Raggedyaggie
 
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Reply Sat 4 Mar, 2006 07:35 am
Good morning WA2K.

Letty's comments lead me to repeat a song I posted on the station some time ago. It's a country song, but it shouldn't be. It should be sung like a friend of mine once sang it to me, in that mournful bluesy way that makes the skin prickle. In a way you can't forget.

THE OLD MAN WITH A HORN
Recorded by Gene Watson
Writer: Not Listed

The [C] Old man told his story
About the years gone by
How he [F] played his horn down in New Orleans
In some old dingy dive
[C] "I knew 'em all back then." he said
As he reached out [C7] for his [F] horn
He closed his eyes - and [C] wet his lips
[G7] Then the blues were [C] born.

[C] He played with so much feelin'
Tears came from his eyes
He [F] stopped and reminisced a bit
And then he gave a sigh!
[C] Said, "You know, I almost made it
But that was be-[C7] fore your [F] time
Dixieland, [C] Po' Folks Blues [G7]
ScatMan Jack and [C] wine."

[G7] Slapped his [C] knee and [F] gave a [C] grin
It [F] sure was good back [C] then
Reaching for his horn on the [G7] floor
Placed it [C] in an old towsack
That [F] hung across his [C] back
He said [F] "Goodbye!"
And [C] shuffled [G7] out the [C] door.

Enthused by what he told me
I never got his name
So, I called the waitress over
And started to explain
A tired old man - his tarnished horn
Mem'ries of years gone by
How he played his horn and reminisced
Smiled with tear-dimmed eyes.

She said you are mistaken
There's been no one but you
But I know who you're talkin' 'bout
I used to know him, too
You'll find him down on Basin Street
In back of an old churchyard
A stone that reads, "Rest in Peace
I tried but it sure was hard."

CHORUS

TAG: He [F] said, "Goodbye" then [C] shuffled [G7] out the [C] door.
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 4 Mar, 2006 07:46 am
Well, folks, there's our Raggedy with a ghost of a trumpet player. Great song, PA. Thanks for that. Sorta made a chill permeate the air in our studio.

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McTag
 
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Reply Sat 4 Mar, 2006 08:14 am
Satchmo, top geezer.
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Raggedyaggie
 
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Reply Sat 4 Mar, 2006 08:15 am
"All Things Considered, November 17, 2005 · Wynton Marsalis puts down his horn and picks up his pen for his latest project. It's a book called Jazz ABZ: An A to Z Collection of Jazz Portraits, and in it, Marsalis shares his deep knowledge of jazz in all its forms with children.

Marsalis jitterbugs his way through the alphabet, profiling 26 jazz legends -- from Louis Armstrong through Dizzy Gillespie -- through a variety of poetic forms.

At first, Marsalis considered writing poems and music for each portrait. But the thought of writing music for these jazz legends just didn't seem right.

A poem from the collection:


'Louis Armstrong'

Armstrong.

Armstrong almighty!

An ad-libbing acrobat.

American ambassador of affirmation.

Adventurous author of ambrosial aires.

Absolute architect of the Jazz Age.

Almighty Armstrong attacks a trumpet with abandon!

Armstrong's amazing artistry astonishes audiences of all ages.

Africa to Asia, Australia to Argentina, and even Armenia, Ambassador Armstrong animates the altitudes with angular aural arabesques aplenty.

Awkward adagio arias adjusted with agile allegro accents appease Armstrong's admirers.

Anybody asks, tell them Armstrong almighty is aglow amidst the angels above."

Smile
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spidergal
 
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Reply Sat 4 Mar, 2006 08:43 am
Hello All

Miss India is back for a little while.

Just to inform you all, the festivity fervour is on a high in India here as the colourful Holi is just a few days away.

Don't forget to check out our Holi thread


By the way,

The top news story from India

India US sign nuke deal.

Cheers Smile
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 4 Mar, 2006 08:51 am
Hey, McTag. So he is.

Raggedy, I am amazed that Wynton Marsalis could capture the trumpeteers in a poem. Thanks for that info, PA.

Incidentally, listeners. Marsalis is the one who classified rap as modern day minstrel. I found that to be a real eye-opener coming from a boss.

Hey, spider gal. I saw the news about India's love affair with the U.S. As I told gautam, I always keep abreast of the goings on because two of my favorite places are owned and operated by East Indians. Will check out your site in a few, and thanks for representing your country.

Well, so far we have had England, France, India, and hope to have Germany back. I thought Walter was only going to be gone for a couple of days.
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 4 Mar, 2006 09:15 am
Here's a little blurb from spidergal's Holi celebration, folks.:

Holi and Dhuleti
( Festival of Colour )
Amongst India's innumerable festivals, Holi ranks as the most colourful. It celebrates the arrival of spring and death of demoness Holika, it is a celebration of joy and hope. Holi provides a refreshing respite from the mundane norms as people from all walks of life enjoy themselves. In a tight knit community, it also provided a good excuse for letting off some steam and settling old scores, without causing physical injury.

I love Kaftans, but the last of mine went some time ago.

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PoetSeductress
 
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Reply Sat 4 Mar, 2006 10:53 am
WA2K Radio is now on the air
I CAN DREAM, CAN'T I?
From the musical show "Right This Way" (1938)
(Irving Kahal / Sammy Fain)

Tommy Dorsey & His Orch. - 1938
The Andrews Sisters - 1949


I can see
No matter how near you'll be
You'll never belong to me
But I can dream, can't I?
Can't I pretend that I'm locked in the bend of your embrace?
For dreams are just like wine
And I am drunk with mine

I'm aware
My heart is a sad affair
There's much disillusion there
But I can dream, can't I?
Can't I adore you
Although we are oceans apart?
I can't make you open your heart
But I can dream, can't I?

I'm aware
My heart is a sad affair
There's much disillusion there
But I can dream, can't I?
Can't I adore you
Although we are oceans apart?
I can't make you open your heart
But I can dream, can't I?
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Sat 4 Mar, 2006 11:04 am
Pearl White
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


Pearl Fay White, born March 4, 1889 in Green Ridge, Missouri, United States - died August 4, 1938 in Neuilly-sur-Seine, France, was a singer and star of silent film.


The daughter of a poor Missouri farmer, Pearl White grew up in Springfield, Missouri where in High School she became interested in acting and participated in a local theatre company. At age 18, she joined the Trousedale Stock Company as a part-time performer, working the evening shows while keeping her day job to help support her family. Before too long she was able to join the company full time, touring with the group throughout the American Midwest. In 1907 she married fellow actor Victor Sutherland (1889-1968) but they soon separated and eventually divorced.

In 1910, Pearl White was offered a chance by Pathé Frères to perform in The Girl From Arizona, the French company's first American film produced at their new studio in Bound Brook, New Jersey. She then worked at Lubin Studios and several other of the independents until the Crystal Film Company in Manhattan, gave her top billing in numerous short films. Having gained some degree of public recognition, in 1914 the Pathé director Louis J. Gasnier (1875-1963) offered Pearl White the starring role in The Perils of Pauline, a film based on a story by playwright, Charles W. Goddard (1879-1951). The film was not about a helpless woman, but one where "Pauline" was the central character in a story involving considerable action for which the athletic and unblinking Peal White proved ideally suited.

The Perils of Pauline consisted of twenty episodes that enlarged upon the heroine-in-jeopardy cliffhanger style of film. An enormous box-office success, it made Pearl White a major celebrity and she was soon earning the astronomical sum of $3,000 a week. She followed this major achievement with an even bigger box-office winner, The Exploits of Elaine. While flying airplanes, racing cars, swimming across rivers, and other assorted feats, she did four more successful serials based on the same theme. For these action-packed films, Pearl White did much of her own dangerous stunt work and as a result she suffered a number injuries that forced her to begin using a stunt double in her later films.

By 1919, Pearl White was a wealthy young woman when she met and married World War I veteran Major Wallace McCutcheon, Jr. (1880-1928) who had become an actor, director and cinematographer. This marriage did not last and they divorced in 1921 and two years later White made her last American film. Influenced by the French friends she made while working for Pathé, and someone who appreciated different cultures, Pearl White was drawn to the great gathering of artistic genius happening in the Montparnasse Quarter of Paris, France. While living there she made her last film for her friend, the Belgian-born director Edward José (1880-1930), who had directed her in several serials in the USA. Silent films could be made in any country and because White was a highly recognizable star worldwide, in France she was offered many roles but chose to perform live on stage in a Montmartre production called, "Tu Perds la Boule" (You Lost the Ball). Enjoying this type of performance, in 1925 she accepted an offer to star with comedian Max Wall in the "London Review" at the Lyceum Theatre in London.

Pearl White's childhood poverty made her frugal with money. A shrewd businesswoman, she invested in a successful Parisian nightclub, a Biarritz resort hotel/casino, plus a profitable stable of thoroughbred race horses. Living in a fashionable town house in the exclusive Parisian suburb of Passy, she also owned a villa in Rambouillet. The poor girl from Missouri hobnobbed with the elite of European society, and in time became involved with Greek businessman, Theodore Cossika who shared her interest in travel. Together they acquired a home near Cairo, Egypt and White further expanded her cultural horizons by touring with her companion throughout the Middle East and the Orient.

Over the years, White's alcohol use increased substantially, possibly in an attempt to numb the chronic pain from the injuries resulting from her film stunts. In 1933 she had to be hospitalized which led to an addiction to the drugs used to lessen her suffering. Her last few years were spent in a painful alcoholic haze and she died from cirrhosis of the liver at age 49 in the American Hospital in the Paris suburb of Neuilly. She was buried in the Cimetière de Passy.

Pearl White's place in film is seen as a benchmark in the evolution of both cinema genres and the role of women. Her film, The Exploits of Elaine, has been selected for preservation in the United States National Film Registry. All her films were made at East Coast studios and it is believed White never visited Hollywood who would honor her contribution to the film industry with a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pearl_White
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Sat 4 Mar, 2006 11:06 am
John Garfield
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


John Garfield (born March 4, 1913 in New York City; died May 21, 1952 in New York City) was a Jewish American actor. Garfield was especially adept at playing brooding, rebellious characters and was twice nominated for an academy award (see below).

Born Jacob Julius Garfinkle to David and Hannah Garfinkle, he was sent to a school for problem children after the death of his mother when he was seven years old. It was there that he was introduced to boxing and acting. He won a scholarship to an acting school hosted by Maria Ouspenskaya, and made his Broadway debut in 1932. The play Golden Boy was written for him, but he was passed over for the role. He decided to leave Broadway and try his success in Hollywood. In 1938 he received wide critical acclaim and a nomination for the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor for his role in Four Daughters.

During World War II, Garfield and actress Bette Davis were the driving force behind the building of the Hollywood Canteen, a club offering food and entertainment for American servicemen.

Garfield graduated to leading roles in films such as The Postman Always Rings Twice, Humoresque and Gentleman's Agreement. In 1948 he was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Actor for his starring role in Body and Soul. A strong willed and often verbally, sometimes physically combative individual, he did not hesitate to venture out on his own when the opportunity arose. When his contract with Warner Bros. expired in 1946, instead of signing another contract which was the standard practice, Garfield opted to start his own independent production company. He was among the first Hollywood stars to take this step.

Long involved in liberal politics, Garfield became caught up in the McCarthy Communist scare of the late 1940s and early 1950s. When called to testify before the House on Un-American Activities Committee or HUAC, which was empowered to investigate purported communist infiltration in America, Garfield refused to name names. Though his wife had been a member of the Communist Party,[1] no evidence was ever presented that Garfield had ever been a Communist. However, his forced testimony before the committee damaged his reputation and he was blacklisted by the Hollywood movie studio bosses for the remainder of his career.

Long-term heart problems, allegedly aggravated by the stress of his blacklisting, led to his early death at the age of 39 on May 21st, 1952. Garfield is interred at Westchester Hills Cemetery in Hastings-on-Hudson, Westchester County, New York.

Two of his children would later become actors themselves.
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Sat 4 Mar, 2006 11:12 am
One for the ladies

One day my housework-challenged husband decided to wash his Sweatshirt.
Seconds after he stepped into the laundry room, he shouted to me, "What
setting do I use on the washing machine?"
"It depends," I replied. "What does it say on your shirt?"
He yelled back, " University of Oklahoma ."

And they say blondes are dumb...

A couple is lying in bed. The man says, "I am going to make you the
happiest
woman in the world." The woman replies, "I'll miss you..."

"It's just too hot to wear clothes today," Jack says as he stepped out of
the shower, "honey, what do you think the neighbors would think if I mowed
the lawn like this?"
"Probably that I married you for your money," she replied.

He said - Shall we try swapping positions tonight? She said - That's a good
idea... you stand by the ironing board while I sit on the sofa and fart.

Q: What do you call an intelligent, good looking, sensitive man?
A: A rumor

A man and his wife, now in their 60's, were celebrating their 40th wedding
anniversary. On their special day a good fairy came to them and said that
because they had been so good that each one of them could have one wish.
The
wife wished for a trip around the world with her husband.

Whoosh! Immediately she had airline/cruise tickets in her hands.
The man wished for a female companion 30 years younger...
Whoosh...immediately he turned ninety!!! Gotta love that fairy!

A PRAYER.

Dear Lord,
I pray for Wisdom to understand my man;
Love to forgive him;
And Patience for his moods.
Because, Lord, if I pray for Strength,
I'll beat him to death.
AMEN

Q: Why do little boys whine?
A: They are practicing to be men.

Q: What do you call a handcuffed man?
A: Trustworthy.

Q: What does it mean when a man is in your bed gasping for breath and
calling your name?
A: You did not hold the pillow down long enough.

Q: Why do female black widow spiders kill their males after mating?
A: To stop the snoring before it starts.

Q: Why do men whistle when they are sitting on the toilet?
A: It helps them remember which end they need to wipe.

Q: What is the difference between men and women?
A: A woman wants one man to satisfy her every need. A man wants every woman
to satisfy his one need.

Q: How do you keep your husband from reading your e-mail?
A: Rename the mail folder "Instruction Manuals"
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 4 Mar, 2006 11:37 am
Only two bio's today, Bob? Well, Boston, one was an inspiration for a song that my husband used to play as a bass solo.

(incidentally, fairies always get it right. Razz )

Body And Soul

Johnny W. Green / Edward Heyman / Robert Sour / Frank Eyton

You're making me blue
All that you do
Seems unfair
You try not to hear
Turn a deaf ear
To my prayer
It seems you don't want to see
What you are doing to me
My arms are waiting to caress you
And to my heart they long to press you, sweet heart

My heart is sad and lonely
For you I cry
For you, dear, only
I tell you I mean it
I'm all for you
Body and soul

I spend my days in longing
And wondering if it's me you're wronging
Why haven't you seen it
I'm all for you
Body and soul

I can't believe it
It hard to conceive it
That you'd turn away romance
Are you pretending
Don't say it's the ending
I wish I could have one more change to prove, dear
My life a hell your'e making
You know I'm yours for just the taking
I'd gladly surrender
Myself to you
Body and soul

Life's dreary for me
Day's seem to be long as years
I've looked for the sun
But can see none
Through my tears
Your heart must be like a stone
To leave me like this alone
When you could make my life worth living
By taking what I'm set on giving, sweet heart

My heart is sad and lonely
For you I cry
For you, dear, only
I tell you I mean it
I'm all for you
Body and soul
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dyslexia
 
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Reply Sat 4 Mar, 2006 12:06 pm
Black faces pressed against the glass
Where rain has pressed it's weight
Wind blown scarves in top down cars
All share one western trait
Sadness leaks through tear-stained cheeks
From winos to dime-store Jews
Probably don't know they give me
These late John Garfield blues

Midnight fell on Franklin Street
And the lamppost bulbs were broke
For the life of me, I could not see
But I heard a brand new joke
Two men were standing upon a bridge
One jumped and screamed you lose
And just left the odd man holding
Those late John Garfield blues

An old man sleeps with his conscience at night
Young kids sleep with their dreams
While the mentally ill sit perfectly still
And live through life's in-betweens

I'm going away to the last resort
In week or two real soon
Where the fish don't bite but once a night
By the cold light of the moon
The horses scream- the nightmares dream
And the dead men all wear shoes
'Cause everybody's dancin'
Those late John Garfield blues
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 4 Mar, 2006 12:20 pm
Wow, cowboy. That's an odd song. Kinda made me shiver. Bet you missed "House" again last night.

I like this one by James Taylor, and it's odd the way he pronnounces the article THE as he sings it. Generally, before a word that begins with a consonant, most folks say, "th".

Artist: James Taylor Lyrics
Song: Shower The People Lyrics



You can play the game and you can act out the part
Though you know it wasn't written for you
But tell me, how can you stand there with your broken heart
Ashamed of playing the fool
One thing can lead to another; it doesn't take any sacrifice
Oh, father and mother, sister and brother
if it feels nice, don't think twice

Just shower the people you love with love
Show them the way that you feel
Things are gonna work out fine if you only will
Shower the people you love with love
Show them the way you feel
Things are gonna be much better if you only will

You can run but you cannot hide
This is widely known
And what you plan to do with your foolish pride
When you're all by yourself alone
Once you tell somebody the way that you feel
You can feel it beginning to ease
I think it's true what they say about the squeaky wheel
Always getting the grease.

Better to shower the people you love with love
Show them the way that you feel
Things are gonna be just fine if you only will
Shower the people you love with love
Show them the way that you feel
Things are gonna be much better if you only will

Shower the people you love with love
Show them the way that you feel

You'll feel better right away
Don't take much to do
Sell you pride
They say in every life
They say the rain must fall
Just like pouring rain
Make it rain
Make it rain
Love, love, love is sunshine.
Oh yes
Make it rain
Love, love, love is sunshine
Yeah, all right
Everybody, everybody
Shower the people you love with love
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CalamityJane
 
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Reply Sat 4 Mar, 2006 12:46 pm
Do I hear James Taylor? I love his music, and have seen
him numerous times in concert. What a great voice he has.
Great song too, Miss Letty.

May I have another song of him?

How sweet it is to be loved by you. How sweet it is to be loved by you.

I needed the shelter of someone's arms and there you were.
I needed someone to understand my ups and downs and there you were.
With sweet love and devotion, deeply touching my emotion,
I want to stop and thank you baby. I want to stop and thank you baby.
How sweet it is to be loved by you. How sweet it is to be loved by you.

I close my eyes at night wondering where would I be without you in my life.
Everything I did was just a bore, everywhere I went it seems I'd been there before.
But you brighten up for me all of my days with a love so sweet in so many ways,
I want to stop and thank you baby, I just want to stop and thank you baby.
How sweet it is to be loved by you, feels so fine. How sweet it is to be loved by you.

You were better for me than I was for myself,
for me, there's you and there ain't nobody else,
I want to stop and thank you baby. I just want to stop and thank you baby, yes I do,
how sweet it is to be loved by you. How sweet it is to be loved by you.
Feels so fine, how sweet it is to be loved by you.
Just like jelly baby, oh yeah, how sweet it is to be loved by you.
Just like honey to the bee, babe, how sweet it is to be loved by you.
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