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well,edgar. We want to hear what you want to hear, right listeners?

Interesting song, however.

Back later with an answer in a song, Texas

Here's the answer, listeners, to our edgar:


Jim Croce
Well the South side of Chicago
Is the baddest part of town
And if you go down there
You better just beware
Of a man named Leroy Brown

Now Leroy more than trouble
You see he stand 'bout six foot four
All the downtown ladies call him "Treetop Lover"
All the men just call him "Sir"

Chorus:

And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown
The baddest man in the whole damned town
Badder than old King Kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog

Now Leroy he a gambler
And he like his fancy clothes
And he like to wave his diamond rings
In front of everybody's nose
He got a custom Continental
He got an Eldorado too
He got a 32 gun in his pocket for fun
He got a razor in his shoe

(Repeat Chorus)

Now Friday 'bout a week ago
Leroy shootin' dice
And at the edge of the bar
Sat a girl named Doris
And oo that girl looked nice
Well he cast his eyes upon her
And the trouble soon began
'Cause Leroy Brown learned a lesson
'Bout messin' with the wife of a jealous man

(Repeat Chorus)

Well the two men took to fighting
And when they pulled them off the floor
Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle
With a couple of pieces gone

All Around My Hat
Traditional

Notes: This song can be sung from the female or male perspective. The words vary slightly.

"Steeleye Span" has done this song on their album "All Around My Hat" (1976, Chrysalis records).

Male perspective

Chorus
All around my hat, I will wear the green willow,
And all around my hat, for a twelve-month and a day.
And if anyone should ask me the reason why I'm wearin' it,
It's all for my true love who's far, far, away

Fare thee well cold winter, and fare thee well cold frost.
For nothing I have gained, but my own true love have lost.
So sing and I'll be merry, when occasion I do see-
She's a false deluded lover, let her go, fare well she.

Chorus...

The other day I brought her a fine golden ring:
I asked her to marry, but oh what an awful thing.
I thought that she loved me, 'til she began to laugh
She showed me the door and threw out my hat.

Chorus...

Take a quarter pound of reason, and a half pound of sense,
A small sprig of time, and a pinch of prudence,
Now mix then all together and you and you will plainly see:
She's a false deluded lover, let her go, fare well she.


Chorus...

**************************************************

Female perspective:

Chorus
All around my hat, I will wear the green willow,
And all around my hat, for a twelve-month and a day.
And if anyone should ask me the reason why I'm wearin' it,
It's all for my true love who's far, far, away

Fare thee well cold winter, and fare thee well cold frost.
Oh nothing I have gained, but my own true love have lost.
So sing and I'll be merry, when occasion I do see-
He's a false deluded young man, let him go, fare well he.

Chorus...

Now the other day he brought me a fine diamond ring:
but he thought to deprive me of a far finer thing.
But I being careful, as true lovers ought to be,
He's a false deluded young man, let him go fare well he.

Chorus...

Take a quarter pound of reason, and a half pound of sense,
A small spring of time, and a pinch of prudence,
Now mix then all together and you will plainly see:
He's a false deluded young man, let him go, fare well he.

Chorus...

Hey, dj. Nice to see both perspectives, Canada.

And from this female's perspective, it's time to say goodnight, so.....goodnight.

From Letty with love

DONOVAN

LEGEND OF THE GIRL CHILD LINDA

I will bring you gold apples and grapes made of rubies
That have shone in the eyes of a prince of the breeze.
Bright cascading crystals, they danced in the sand dunes
On the beach of no footprints to harpsichord tunes.

A throne of white ivory, a gown of white lace
Lies still in the magic of a timeless place.
One hundred small children, they laugh at the white doves
That rest on their hands with the touch of love.

On a hillside of velvet the children they lay down
And make fun of the grown-ups with their silly frown.
And the sound of their laughter is the sound of the green sea
As it washed around the foot of the seashell tree.

The doves circle over and land in the trees
Where parents are talking their words with such ease.
Thus spoke three wizards to the young ones that day:
"There's sadness in the kingdom, make it go far away."

If you follow the sunbeams through the valley of flowers
To the palace of the White Queen with its white jade towers.
The youngest, she sighed then the clouds drew away
And a hundred small fingers scratched their heads in dismay.

>From out of the sun a giant gull came flying
And the children got ready to sit on its wings.
They waved to the raindrops as they soared over the trees
The wind tossed their hair high, flashing gold on the sea.

They came to the castle and there they did fall,
And they saw all the sadness, through the crystal wall.
A princess lay a-sleeping so gentle and kind
Whilst her prince took to battle with his confused mind.

The clash of bright metal brought the children fear,
But their cloaks of blue satin dried up all of these tears.
The children held hands and they spelled out their name
All the golden children became a golden chain.

It lies on a white throne in a magic place
With a tunic of velvet and a gown of white lace.
My sword, it lies broken and cast in a lake
In a dream I was told that my princess would wake.

Buenos días mi dama Letty


Spread Your Wings
Words and music by John Deacon

Sammy was low
Just watching the show
Over and over again
Knew it was time
He'd made up his mind
To leave his dead life behind
His boss said to him
'Boy you'd better begin
To get those crazy notions right out of your head
Sammy who do you think that you are?
You should've been sweeping up the Emerald bar'

Spread your wings and fly away
Fly away far away
Spread your little wings and fly away
Fly away far away
Pull yourself together
'Cos you know you should do better
That's because you're a free man

He spends his evenings alone in his hotel room
Keeping his thoughts to himself he'd be leaving soon
Wishing he was miles and miles away
Nothing in this world nothing would make him stay

Since he was small
Had no luck at all
Nothing came easy to him
Now it was time
He'd made up his mind
'This could be my last chance'

His boss said to him 'now listen boy
You're always dreaming
You've got no real ambition you won't get very far
Sammy boy don't you know who you are?
Why can't you be happy at the Emerald bar?'

So honey
Spread your wings and fly away
Fly away far away
Spread your little wings and fly away
Fly away far away
Pull yourself together
'Cos you know you should do better
That's because you're a free man
Come on honey

Good morning Letty, I've been digging through my CD collection again, and have found this little gem.....


It's one from a favourite reggae artist of mine, Pluto Shervington.

It has a nice relaxed reggae rythm with a humorous tale, which is one of Pluto's trademarks.
The guy has a great sense of humour, and a wonderful voice.

This song must be sung with a real Jamaican accent. It is all about a man who is a bit of a rascal as far as the ladies are concerned.




YOUR HONOUR. (Pluto Shervington)


Oh Lord! if anybody see my trial, grieve for I,
Why Lord,
I was badly beaten, 'fore my loved ones
Battered by an irate husband
Searching for a man that wasn't I
When we reached the court, we gone inside
The hand of justice shall preside
Oh for this case, the trial shall begin........

(next part takes place in court, in front of the judge)

Your honour...I was inside the closet, minding I and my own business,
Your Honour, it was a complete stranger, causing these disturbances,
He claim that me touch his wife,
Which is a wicked and awful lie,
Me two hands them was occupied,
Me shirt in me left, and me pants in me right,
Me hand them was occupied,
Me shirt in me left and me pants in me right.

Dear Judge, can this court accept this story, from me heart,
Why Judge,
If by chance you don't believe this tale,
Ask him why she will not fail to agree I was a better man than he,
Just in case she refuse to answer, ask the maid downstairs 'cos
She'll only be glad to testify for me.

Your honour...I was inside the closet, minding I and my own business,
Your Honour, it was a complete stranger, causing these disturbances,
He claim that me touch his wife,
Which is a wicked and awful lie,
Me two hands them was occupied,
Me shirt in me left, and me pants in me right,
Me hand them was occupied,
Me shirt in me left and me pants in me right.

(sadly, he gets jailed)

Dear Copper, as you lock me in this prison, pray for I
Please Copper,
Please don't leave me here to wonder,
Why the court has made this blunder,
And grabbed me for a crime that wasn't fair
Copper, when you're goin' to send me dinner,
Send your mother or your sister,
One more day of this I cannot bear.


Your honour...I was inside the closet, minding I and my own business,
Your Honour, it was a complete stranger, causing these disturbances,
He claim that me touch his wife,
Which is a wicked and awful lie,
Me two hands them was occupied,
Me shirt in me left, and me pants in me right,
Me hand them was occupied,
Me shirt in me left and me pants in me right.

(repeat)

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

It promises to be a lovely day here today and I have company, so I won't be here as much as usual.

Thanks to our edgar for his unusual Donovan song. Try, that was a marvelous song to begin the day with, and the top of the morning to you as well.

L.E. where in the world do you get those fantastic and funny melodies. Hilarious, Brit.

Back later, folks.

Dad perspective
Behind the door, I will keep a loaded shotgun,
And behind the door, for a twelve-month and a day.
And if anyone should ask me the reason why I'm keepin' it,
It's all for her true love who's far, far, away

Dolly Parton - 9 To 5 Lyrics
Tumble out of bed and stumble to the kitchen

Pour myself a cup of ambition

And yawn
and stretch
and try to come to life.
Jump in the shower
and the blood starts pumping

Out on the street
the traffic starts jumping

With folks like me on the job from nine to five.

Working nine to five
what a way to make living

Barely getting by
it's all taking and no giving.
They just use your mind
and they never give you credit

It's enough to drive you crazy
if you let it.

Nine to five
for service and devotion

You would think that I would deserve a fair promotion

Want to move ahead
but the boss won't seem to let me

I swear sometimes
that man is out to get me.

They let you dream just to watch them shatter

You're just a step on the boss man's ladder

But you've got dreams he'll never take away.
In the same boat with a lot of your friends

Waitin' for the day your ship'll come in

And the tide's gonna turn
and it's all gonna roll your way.

Working nine to five
what a way to make a living
. . .

Nine to five
they've got you where they want you

There's a better life
and you dream about it
don't you?
It's a rich man's game
no matter what they call it

And you spend your life putting money in his pocket.

Nine to five
what a way to make a living
. . .

Nine to five
they've got you where they want you
. . .

On a long and lonesome highway, east of omaha.
You can listen to the engine moaning out it's one lone song
You can think about woman, or the girl you knew the night before,
But your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do.
When your riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do
And you don't feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through.
Say, here I am, on the road again. there I am, up on the stage.
Here I go, playing star again.
There I go, turn the page.
Well you walk into a restaurant, strung out from the road,
You can feel the eyes upon you as your shaking off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode.
Most times you can't hear em talk, other times you can.
Oh the same old cliche, is that a woman or a man
You always see my number, you don't dare make a stand.
Here I am, on the road again. there I am, up on the stage.
Here I go, playing star again.
There I go, turn the page.
Out there in the spotlight your a million miles away,
Every ounce of energy, you try and give away,
As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play.
Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed,
With the echo from the amplifiers ringing in your head,
You smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said.
Now here I am, on the road again. there I am, up on the stage.
Here I go, playing star again.
There I go, turn the page.
Here I am, on the road again. there I am, up on the stage.
Ah here I go, playing star again.
There I go, there I go.

I played the Red River Valley.
He'd sit in the kitchen and cry.
Run his fingers through seventy years of livin'.
"I wonder, Lord, has every well I've drilled gone dry?".
We were friends, me and this old man,
Like desperados waitin' for a train.
Desperados waitin' for a train.

Well, he's a drifter an' a driller of oil wells.
And an old school man of the world.
He taught me how to drive his car when he w's too drunk to.
Oh, and he'd wink and give me money for the girls.
An' our lives were like, some old Western movie,
Like desperados waitin' for a train.
Like desperados waitin' for a train.

An' from the time that I could walk, he'd take me with him,
To a bar called the Green Frog Cafe.
An' there was old men with beer guts and dominos.
Oh, an they're lying 'bout their lives while they played.
An' I was just a kid, that they all called his sidekick,
Like desperados waitin' for a train.
Like desperados waitin' for a train.

One day I looked up and he's pushin' eighty.
An' he's brown tobacco stains all down his chin.
Well, to me he's one of the heroes of this country,
So why's he all dressed up like them old men?
He's drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two.
Like a desperado waitin' for a train.
Like a desperado waitin' for a train.

An' then the day before he died, I went to see him,
I was grown and he was almost gone.
So we just closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen,
And sang another verse to that old song.
Come on, Jack, that son-of-a-bitch is comin'.
We're like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train.
Like desperados waitin' for a train.
Like desperados waitin' for a train.

What if we went to Italy
A suitcase of books and one bag a piece for the summer
I don't speak a word of Italian
Except for Campari and soda for two, how much is a Lire
Yes, a villa will do and a breeze, in Tuscany please

What if we spent all of our days, improving our minds, learning new ways to be lazy
It wouldn't be too much of a strain
Relax after breakfast till lunch comes around
Can't wait for dinner, oh, I need to lie down
And refuel, out by the pool

What if the ancients were lazy like us
Too blissed out to paint, to sketch or to sculpt
Just as relaxed as the tower of Pisa
Not ever missing that old Mona Lisa

What if we never got back on the plane
As summer turned colder and then warmer again
Losing all track of the passing of years
Till it no longer mattered how long we'd been here

What if we went to Italy
Maybe next year, just you and me for the summer
I still can't speak any Italian
But words are replaced under Siennese skies
By nothing so much as a nod, and a sigh, and a wish to be always like this

Love it, Dys! I haven't listened to that CD by Mary Chapin Carpenter in some time. I need to go dig it out.

"Wish You Were Here" ~Incubus

They're not making the skies as blue this year - wish you were here
As blue as they used to when you were near - wish you were here
And the mornings don't seem as new
Brand-new as they did with you
Wish you were here, wish you were here, wish you were here

Someone's painting the leaves all wrong this year - wish you were here
And why did the birds change their song this year - wish you were here
They're not shining the stars as bright
They've stolen the joy from the night
Wish you were here, wish you were here, wish you were here

------ instrumental break ------

Someone's painting the leaves all wrong this year - wish you were here
Why did the birds change their song this year - wish you were here
They're not shining the stars as bright
They've stolen the joy from the night
Wish you were here, wish you were here, wish you were here

bob, you weren't fast enough. i played the Eddie Fisher version in the Chat with Reyn thread a minute before you.

Robert Roy MacGregor
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


Robert Roy MacGregor, (March 7, 1671 - December 28, 1734) usually known simply as Rob Roy, was a Scottish folk hero and outlaw of the early 18th century.

Rob Roy was born at Glengyle, at the head of Loch Katrine, as proved by an extract from the Register of Baptisms of Buchanan Parish. His father was Donald MacGregor and his mother Margaret Campbell. He married Mary Helen MacGregor of Comar, who was born at Leny Farm, Strathyre. They were married in Glenarklet in January 1693. Later they had four sons: James, known as Mor or Tall, Ranald, Coll, and Robert, known as Robin Oig or Young Rob. A cousin Duncan was later adopted.

Rob Roy is anglicised from the Gaelic Raibeart Ruadh, or Red Robert. This is because Rob Roy had red hair, though it darkened to auburn in later life.

He was a Highland freebooter known as the Scottish Robin Hood. Nominally a cattle dealer, he became a cattle thief who sold his neighbors protection against other rustlers. When the protection business failed, Rob Roy was accused of fraud and declared an outlaw. After his principal creditor, James Graham, 1st Duke of Montrose seized his lands, Rob Roy warred with the duke until 1722, when Rob Roy was forced to surrender. Later imprisoned, he was finally pardoned in 1727. He died in his house at Inverlochlarig Beg, Balquhidder, on 28 December 1734.

The legend of Robert Roy MacGregor was the inspiration for the novel Rob Roy by Sir Walter Scott. Adaptations of his story have also been told in film, most notably Rob Roy, starring Liam Neeson in the title role.

Glengyle House on the shore of Loch Katrine dates back to the early 18th century with a porch dated to 1707, and is built on the site of the 17th century stone cottage in which Rob Roy is said to have been born. Since the 1930s the Category B-listed building had been in the hands of successive water authorities, but was identified as surplus to requirements and put up for auction in November 2004 despite objections from the Scottish National Party.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Roy_MacGregor

Anna Magnani
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


Anna Magnani (March 7, 1908 - September 26, 1973) was an Italian actress.

Born in Rome, Italy (although some biographies mistakenly claim she was born in Alexandria, Egypt), illegitimately and never knew who her father was. When she was abandoned by her mother at an early age, Anna was raised by her maternal grandmother. She attended the Academy of Dramatic Art in Rome, paying her way by working at nightclubs and cabarets.

She had a small part in a silent film, Scampolo, in 1928, but did not become well-known until the 1940s, starring in Vittorio De Sica's Teresa Venerdì and in Roma, città aperta (Open City).

In 1955 she went to Hollywood, and starred in the film version of Tennessee Williams' The Rose Tattoo, for which she won the Academy Award for Best Actress. In 1957, she was nominated for Best Actress for Wild is the Wind. She also starred in The Secret of Santa Vittoria.

Magnani had celebrated love affairs, with director Roberto Rossellini and with actor Massimo Serato, with whom she had a son, who was stricken with polio. Her single marriage, to director Goffredo Alessandrini, did not last long.

She died in Italy at the age of 65 from pancreatic cancer.

She has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 6381 Hollywood Blvd.

In his later film Roma, Federico Fellini calls her a symbol of the city.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anna_Magnani

Peter Wolf
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Peter Wolf (born Peter Blankfield on March 7, 1946) is an American rock and roll musician, best known as the lead vocalist for the J. Geils Band from 1967 to 1982.

He planned a career as an artist, but landed a job in the late 1960s as a disc jockey on then-cutting edge Boston FM radio station WBCN and began exploring his interest in blues and rhythm and blues music, giving himself the nickname "the Woofer Goofer", sometimes expanded to "the Woofer Goofer with the Green Teeth". He formed a group called the Hallucinations, then saw the then J. Geils Blues Band in concert and quickly joined. He was the vocalist and frontman, and often acted as a sort of manager. He and keyboard player Seth Justman were responsible for most of the song writing, but Wolf left the group in 1983. He and the group felt their creativity was stagnating and they were faced with a decision to follow the path they had been on, or the new path which had won them chart success with "Centerfold", a pop music record with very little traditional blues or rhythm and blues content.

Wolf was a solo act for the next 15 years, but in 1999 the J. Geils Band reunited for several appearances, with Wolf resuming his duties as lead vocalist; however, despite the eager anticipation of fans, ticket sales were extremely disappointing. They have since separated again, probably with no hope of reunion, and Wolf is once more touring as a solo act.

Wolf's first solo record, Lights Out, was produced by Michael Jonzun of the Jonzun Crew, also features Adrian Belew, and has a somewhat funky, electro sound. His last two solo albums, Fool's Parade and Sleepless (the latter featuring guest appearances from Mick Jagger and Keith Richards), were both highly praised by Jann Wenner in Rolling Stone, receiving four-and-a-half and five stars, respectively. Sleepless was noted as one of the 500 greatest albums of all time in Rolling Stone issue 937.

Wolf was married to actress Faye Dunaway from 1974 to 1979.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Wolf