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uh huh, i believe brother Ray might have heard Pinetop's Boogie Woogie in his formative years.

Well, Yit. Your observation reminded me of a song my mom played on the upright piano. Ray was NOT influenced by this one folks:

Music by Lucien Denni
Lyrics by Roger Lewis

Billy McCoy
Was a musical boy
On the cruiser Alabama
He was there at that piana
Like a fish down in the sea
He would rattle off some harmony,
Ev'ry night out on the ocean
He would get that raggy notion
Start that syncopated motion lovingly,
No one could sleep
Way out there on the deep
When Billy cut loose out at sea.

[Refrain]
Each fish and worm
Begins to twist and squirm
The ship goes in a dip
And does a corkscrew turn,
You see that smoke so black
Sneak from that old smokestack?
It's floatin' right to heaven
And it won't come back.
Now here and there
You'll see a stool and chair
A-slippin' round the cabin
Sayin' "I don't care!"
Then the hammock starts a-swingin'
And the bell begins a-ringin'
While he's sittin' at that piana
There on the Alabama
Playin' the Oceana Roll!

England or Spain
It was always the same
He'd be there at that piana
On the cruiser Alabama
Ev'ry morning, noon and night
He would keep it up with all his might,
Ev'ry time he'd start a-playin'
All the boys would start a-swayin'
Ev'ry one would keep on sayin' "Don't you stop!"
Sailors take care
Oh, sailors beware
For Bill will play on 'til you drop!

And what a surprise to find the background on that song.




Oceana Roll

Music by: Lucien Denni
Lyrics by: Roger Lewis
Cover artist: unknown



Here is a less serious look at one of the ships from the Great White Fleet, The USS Alabama, one of the battleships of the fleet. With this song we get words and great ones at that. We also get one great ragtime song that really rocks!


The composer, Lucien Denni was a native of France having been born in Nancy in 1886. He came to America sometime around 1900 and of course wrote this great song in 1911. Oceana Roll was his greatest hit and he wrote few other songs among them, My Skylark Love and You're Just A Flower From An Old Bouquet.

My word, folks.

Was watching the rugby on TV today. Waste of time really.

I request "My Baby Has Gone Down The Plughole".

My word, there's our Brit with a macabre request, folks.

Well, Manchester, if you insist.

A mother was washing her baby one night;
The youngest of ten and a delicate mite.
The mother was poor and the baby was thin;
'Twas naught but a skeleton covered with skin.

The mother turned 'round for a soap off the rack.
She was only a moment but when she turned back
Her baby had gone, and in anguish she cried,
"Oh, where has my baby gone?" The angels replied:

Oh, your baby has gone down the plug hole.
Oh, your baby has gone down the plug.
The poor little thing was so skinny and thin,
He should have been washed in a jug, in a jug.

Your baby is perfectly happy;
He won't need a bath anymore.
He's a-muckin' about with the angels above,
Not lost but gone before.

Do you want to do it again?

I sorta like:

There was a boy named Jack,
Who sat upon a crack.
He was so thin,
He fell right in,
And never did come back.

Thanks dear Letty, you are quite the nicest DJ on the airwaves.

Tonight, folks, I will be taking a break from Radio WA2K in order to eat a pizza.

Whish segues quite nicely on to that old Dino favourite "That's Amore"

(In Napoli where love is king
When boy meets girl here's what they say)

When the moon hits you eye like a big pizza pie
That's amore
When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine
That's amore
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you'll sing "Vita bella"
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay
Like a gay tarantella

When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool
That's amore
When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet
You're in love
When you walk down in a dream but you know you're not
Dreaming signore
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli
That's amore

(When the moon hits you eye like a big pizza pie
That's amore
When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine
That's amore
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you'll sing "Vita bella"
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay
Like a gay tarantella

When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool)
That's amore
(When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet
You're in love
When you walk down in a dream but you know you're not
Dreaming signore
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli)
That's amore
Lucky fella

When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool)
That's amore
(When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet
You're in love
When you walk down in a dream but you know you're not
Dreaming signore
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli)
That's amore, (amore)
That's amore

You're quite welcome, McTag.

So, it's Italian is it? Let's follow along, shall we?


Artist: Frank Sinatra Lyrics
Song: Volare (Nel Blu Dipinto Di Blu) Lyrics



Volare, oh oh, cantare, oh oh oh oh
Let's fly way up to the clouds, away from the maddening crowds
We can sing in the glow of a star that I know of
Where lovers enjoy peace of mind
Let us leave the confusion and all disillusion behind
Just like bird of a feather, a rainbow together we'll find
Volare, oh oh, e contare, oh oh oh oh
No wonder my happy heart sings
Your love has given me wings

Penso che un sogno cosi non ritorni mai piu
Mi dipingevo le mani e la faccia di blu
Poi d'improvviso venivo dal vento rapito
E incominciavo a volare nel cielo infinito

Volare, oh oh, e contare, oh oh oh oh
Nel blu, dipinto di blu, felice di stare lassu
E volavo, volavo felice piu in alto del sole ed ancora piu su
Mentre il mondo pian piano spariva lontano laggiu
Una musica dolce suonava soltanto per me
Volare, oh oh, e cantare, oh oh oh oh
No wonder my happy heart sings, your love has given me wings
Nel blu, dipinto di blu, felice di stare lassu

(This is the English Version)
Sometimes the world is a valley of heartaches and tears,
And in the hustle and bustle, no sunshine appears,
But you and I have our love always there to remind us
There is a way we can leave all the shadows behind us.
Volare, oh, oh! Cantare, oh, oh, oh, oh!
Let's fly way up in the clouds,away from the maddening crowds
We can sing in the glow of a star that I know of
Where lovers enjoy peace of mind
Let us leave the confusion and all disillusion behind
Just like birds of a feather, a rainbow together we'll find
Volare, oh, oh! Cantare, oh, oh, oh, oh!
No wonder my happy heart sings, your love has given me wings
Your love has given me wings, your love has given me wings

(This is the Italian Version)
Penso che un sogno cos⌦ã"²ã¬´ non ritorni mai pi-
Mi dipingevo le mani e la faccia di blu
Poi d'improvviso venivo dal vento rapito
E incominciavo a volare nel cielo infinito
Volare, oh, oh! Cantare, oh, oh, oh, oh!
Nel blu, dipinto di blu, felice di stare lass-
E volavo, volavo felice pi- in alto del sole ed ancora pi- su
Mentre il mondo pian piano spariva lontano laggi-
Una musica dolce suonava soltanto per me
Volare, oh, oh! Cantare, oh, oh, oh, oh!
Nel blu, dipinto di blu, felice di stare lass-
Nel biu, dipinto di blu, felice di stare lass

Thanks Yitz!

Thanks Letz!



(even educated fleas do it
Let's do it
Let's fall in love....)

Well, McTag's Yitz and Letz desersves an encore, folks:

Let's Do It
(Cole Porter)

When the little bluebird
Who has never said a word
Starts to sing Spring
When the little bluebell
At the bottom of the dell
Starts to ring Ding dong Ding dong
When the little blue clerk
In the middle of his work
Starts a tune to the moon up above
It is nature that is all
Simply telling us to fall in love

And that's why birds do it, bees do it
Even educated fleas do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love

Cold Cape Cod clams, 'gainst their wish, do it
Even lazy jellyfish do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love

I've heard that lizards and frogs do it
Layin' on a rock
They say that roosters do it
With a doodle and cock

Some Argentines, without means do it
I hear even Boston beans do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love

When the little bluebird
Who has never said a word
starts to sing Spring spring spring
When the little bluebell
At the bottom of the dell
Starts to ring Ding ding ding
When the little blue clerk
In the middle of his work
Starts a tune

The most refined lady bugs do it
When a gentleman calls
Moths in your rugs they do it
What's the use of moth balls

The chimpanzees in the zoos do it,
Some courageous kangaroos do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love

I'm sure sometimes on the sly you do it
Maybe even you and I might do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love

I Let The Music Speak - Lyrics


Abba


I'm hearing images, I'm seeing songs
No poet has ever painted
Voices call out to me, straight to my heart
So strange yet we're so well acquainted
I let the music speak, with no restraints
I let my feelings take over
Carry my soul away into the world
Where beauty meets the darkness of the day

Where my mind is like an open window
Where the high and healing winds blow
From my shallow sleep the sounds awake me
I let them take me
(Let them wake me, let them now, let them take me)

Some streets are emptiness, dry leaves of autumn
Rustling down an old alley
And in the dead of night I find myself
A blind man in some ancient valley
I let the music speak, leading me gently
Urging me like a lover
Leading me all the way
Into a place
Where beauty will defeat the darkest day

Where I'm one with every grand illusion
No disturbance, no intrusion
Where I let the wistful sounds seduce me
I let them use me
(All illusion, no disturbance, no intrusion)

Let it be the joy of each new sunrise
Or the moment when a day dies
I surrender without reservation
No explanations
No questions why
I take it to me and let it flow through me
Yes, I let the music speak
I let the music speak...

Try, that is pure poetry, my friend. Thanks so much for that uplifting piece. I especially like:


I'm hearing images, I'm seeing songs
No poet has ever painted
Voices call out to me, straight to my heart
So strange yet we're so well acquainted
I let the music speak, with no restraints
I let my feelings take over
Carry my soul away into the world
Where beauty meets the darkness of the day

It's a canvas of colors.

That history book on the shelf
Is always repeating itself

- A B Ba

and a smile to our McTag for that observation.

Speaking of which, folks:


Columbus mystery nearly solved 500 years after death By Phil Stewart
Fri Mar 10, 11:30 AM ET



ROME (Reuters) - Nearly 500 years after the death of Christopher Columbus, a team of genetic researchers are using DNA to solve two nagging mysteries: Where was the explorer really born? And where the devil are his bones?
Debate about origins and final resting place of Columbus has raged for over a century, with historians questioning the traditional theory that he hails from Genoa, Italy. Some say he was a Spanish Jew, a Greek, a Basque or Portuguese.

Even the location of his remains is the subject of controversy. The Dominican Republic and Spain both stake claims as the final resting place of Columbus, who died in May, 1506.

The Spanish-led research team, which includes Italians, Americans and Germans, sampled DNA from the known remains from Columbus' brother and son, and then compared them to fragments attributed to Columbus in Seville.

Although the official announcement is expected later this year, Italian researchers say they are confident based on the evidence gathered so far that Columbus' supposed remains in Seville are likely authentic.

"We have already started all of the analyses on a molecular level and we have good indications that the remains in Seville are effectively those of Christopher," said Olga Rickards, head of the team at Rome's Tor Vergata University laboratory.

Okay, name the three ships, Brit.

Obviously, McTag knows nothing of Columbus. <smile>

Going out to eat and watch the Atlantic.

Later, all.

This is cyberspace, WA2K radio

Beatles
Paperback writer

Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book?
It took me years to write, will you take a look?
Based on a novel by a man named Lear
And I need a job, so I want to be a paperback writer,
Paperback writer.

It's the dirty story of a dirty man
And his clinging wife doesn't understand.
His son is working for the Daily Mail,
It's a steady job but he wants to be a paperback writer,
Paperback writer.

Paperback writer

It's a thousand pages, give or take a few,
I'll be writing more in a week or two.
I can make it longer if you like the style,
I can change it round and I want to be a paperback writer,
Paperback writer.

If you really like it you can have the rights,
It could make a million for you overnight.
If you must return it, you can send it here
But I need a break and I want to be a paperback writer,
Paperback writer.

Paperback writer

Paperback writer - paperback writer
Paperback writer - paperback writer

Columbus's Ships: (First voyage) The Niña, Pinta, and the Santa Maria. The Santa Maria sunk. Replaced by the Niña.


Rod Stewart - Sailing

(Gavin Sutherland, 1972)

I am sailing, I am sailing,
Home again 'cross the sea.
I am sailing, stormy waters,
To be near you, to be free.

I am flying, I am flying,
Like a bird 'cross the sky.
I am flying, passing high clouds,
To be with you, to be free.

Can you hear me, can you hear me
Thro' the dark night, far away,
I am dying, forever trying,
To be with you, who can say.

Can you hear me, can you hear me,
Thro' the dark night far away.
I am dying, forever trying,
To be with you, who can say.

We are sailing, we are sailing,
Home again 'cross the sea.
We are sailing stormy waters,
To be near you, to be free.

Oh lord, to be near you, to be free.
Oh lord, to be near you, to be free,

English lyrics by albert a. beach

French lyrics and music by charles l. trenet

Goodbye, no use leading with our chins

This is where our story ends

Never lovers, ever friends

Goodbye, let our hearts call it a day

But before you walk away

I sincerely want to say

I wish you bluebirds in the spring

To give your heart a song to sing

And then a kiss, but more than this

I wish you love

And in july a lemonade

To cool you in some leafy glade

I wish you health

But more than wealth

I wish you love

My breaking heart and I agree

That you and I could never be

So with my best

My very best

I set you free

I wish you shelter from the storm

A cozy fire to keep you warm

But most of all when snowflakes fall

I wish you love

But most of all when snowflakes fall

I wish you love

I wish you love

I wish you love, love, love, love, love

I wish you love

a2k radio
we'll be leaving on our long planned and anticipated vacation on friday , march 17. so i'll sign off now - but might look in if time permits .
we'll be flying to santiago de chile and after two days in santiago, we'll be sailing from valparaiso on monday, march 20 , on a 31 day cruise around the 'horn to lisbon.
to 'get in the swing' for south-america i've been playing a lot of tango music this afternoon (sure hope mrs h enjoyed it as much as i did ?!?).
found a great site with tango music . you can play a whole set of music by clicking on the upper left icon or play the pieces individually .
particularly liked a 1926 recording on the odeon label "a media luz" !
ADIOS ! hbg


...TANGO...