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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 13 Mar, 2006 12:04 pm
Well, Bob, are you finished, or what? <smile>

That's what I call "pay as you go", listeners.

A poem for the clement skies man:

OASIS

A cup of chai,
An outdoor table
Sheltered from
The rain,

Brief refuge
From procession
In the endless
Human Caravan.

I sit and sip. My ancient eyes
Begin to rise.

One needs to sip
Existence now and then.
Tomorrow I'll strap on
My burden and resume
My place in the Parade.

Back later, folks, with a song from Neil about immigrants, and a memory of Scatman Carruthers. (think that is his name)
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 13 Mar, 2006 12:24 pm
First, a thanks to Walter for that translation. Mark Twain was wrong. <smile>

I was amazed to find that Scatman Carruthers did "Blueberry Hill." I think he died right after he made the movie, The Shinning.

Here's the one by Neil that I like best, and I think it was written as a tribute to John Lennon.

- Neil Sedaka Lyrics - The Immigrant Lyrics

Harbours open their doors to the young searching foreigner
Come to live in the light of the big L of liberty
Plains and open skies bill boards would advertise
Was it anything like that when you arrived
Dream boats carried the future to the heart of America
People were waiting in line for a place by the river

Chorus
It was time when strangers were welcome here
Music would play they tell me the days were sweet and clear
It was a sweeter tune and there was so much room
That people could come from everywhere

Now he arrives with hopes and his heart set on miracles
Come to marry his fortune with a hand full of promises
To find they've closed the door they don't want him anymore
There isn't anymore to go around
Turning away he remembers he once heard a legend
That spoke of a mystical magical land called America

It was time when strangers were welcome here
Music would play they tell me the days were sweet and clear
It was a sweeter tune and there was so much room
That people could come from everywhere

It was time when strangers were welcome here
Music would play they tell me the days were sweet and clear
It was a sweeter tune and there was so much room
That people could come from everywhere.
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Tryagain
 
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Reply Mon 13 Mar, 2006 02:51 pm
Can anyone please explain what the heck this is all about? Confused


The Modern Adventures of Plato, Diogenes, and Freud (Al Kooper)

Father of my morning,
Once my child to the night
I see that you have minds to cop
And I can only watch the sickened sorrow

Little do you know
of the progressions that you teach
the people that you reach are tired
of livin' in a world of elastic towers
dance with them and sing a song of changes
and talk with them of life and all its dangers
surround yourself with now familiar strangers
who kiss and who hug and eventually mug you of your time

And the clock on the wall is a bore
as you wander past the door
and find him lying on the floor
as he begs you for some more, you frozen smile

You cannot ever picture me
you know me by my thoughts
A file for your travelogue
oblivious to the night, the fog around you
The germs they are ridiculous
they bother you at night
the blood that rushes to your brain
the ticket on the plane you're never catching
the price you pay exclusive of your taxes
to chop you up inside with tiny axes
the girl looks up to you from floors she waxes
and speaks to your belt with tears among her eyes

and the clock on the wall is a bore
as you wander past the door
and find him lying on the floor
as he begs you for some more, you frozen smile

The metaphysic wrinkles in the face of what you face
Are hidden by the fake-up man
who lives inside the sterno can beside you
Now climb ye to the mountains
as the sun is almost gone
escaping from your other selves
your brothers hide among the shelves inside you
the games that people play can only bore you
but only those that know you don't ignore you
how many times have I come there to restore you
And caught you lying on the couch with father time

and the clock on the wall is a bore
as you wander past the door
and find him lying on the floor
as he begs you for some more, your frozen smile
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hamburger
 
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Reply Mon 13 Mar, 2006 03:07 pm
just had to check in quickly with a song by a beautiful woman and a real loony, put them together and here is what you get :
(i'm glad i have some of peter's 'craziness' on a re-mastered cd )

GOODNESS GRACIOUS ME
Peter Sellers & Sophia Loren


Her: Oh doctor, I'm in trouble.
Him: Well, goodness gracious me.
Her: For every time a certain man
Is standing next to me.
Him: Mmm?
Her: A flush comes to my face
And my pulse begins to race,
It goes boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom-boom-boom,
Him: Oh!
Her: Boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Him: Well, goodness gracious me.

Him: How often does this happen?
When did the trouble start?
You see, my stethoscope is bobbing
To the throbbing of your heart.
Her: What kind of man is he
To create this allergy?
It goes boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom-boom-boom,
Him: Oh!
Her: Boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Him: Well, goodness gracious me.

Him: From New Delhi to Darjeeling
I have done my share of healing,
And I've never yet been beaten or outboxed,
I remember that with one jab
Of my needle in the Punjab
How I cleared up beriberi
And the dreaded dysentery,
But your complaint has got me really foxed.
Her: Oh.

Her: Oh doctor, touch my fingers.
Him: Well, goodness gracious me.
Her: You may be very clever
But however, can't you see,
My heart beats much too much
At a certain tender touch,
It goes boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom-boom-boom,
Him: I like it!
Her: Boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Him: Well, goodness gracious me.

Him: Can I see your tongue?
Her: Aaah.
Him: Nothing the matter with it, put it away please.
Her: Maybe it's my back.
Him: Maybe it is.
Her: Shall I lie down?
Him: Yes.
Her: Ahhh...

Him: My initial diagnosis
Rules out measles and thrombosis,
Sleeping sickness and, as far as I can tell,
Influenza, inflammation,
Whooping cough and night starvation,
And you'll be so glad to hear
That both your eyeballs are so clear
That I can positively swear that you are well,
Ja-ja, ja-ja-ja-ja.

Her: Put two and two together,
Him: Four,
Her: If you have eyes to see,
The face that makes my pulses race
Is right in front of me.
Him: Oh, there is nothing I can do
For my heart is jumping too.
Both: Oh, we go boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom-boom-boom,
Her: Goodness gracious,
Him: How audacious!
Her: Goodness gracious,
Him: How flirtatious!
Her: Goodness gracious,
Him: It is me.
Her: It is you?
Him: Ah, I'm sorry, it is us.
Both: Ahhh!
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i sure hope this is not considered racist . hbg

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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 13 Mar, 2006 03:13 pm
Frankly, Try. I don't think Al Kooper wants us to understand, because Plato, Diogenes, and Freud didn't want us to do so either. Razz

Plato was the reason that my Mamma said, "Gosh all hemlock":
Diogenes was the reason that people started using flashlights :
Freud was the reason that we have Jung and sexual hangups.
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 13 Mar, 2006 03:19 pm
Ah, hamburger, missed your funny song. Peter Sellers was one straight-faced comedian. Sorry I haven't heard that doctor song before.

Thanks, Canada.

Hey, folks, speaking of Canada. Where is our dj?
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hamburger
 
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Reply Mon 13 Mar, 2006 04:48 pm
letty : are you sure you haven't heard the "doctor song " ?
he did the song using an indian accent (see my remark about it being 'racist' - by today's standards perhaps ; but it is done in such a sweet and innocent way that i hope no one will feel offended) . hbg
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 13 Mar, 2006 05:28 pm
hamburger, I have NEVER heard that song. I really didn't quite understand it, but I had to learn to like Peter Sellers. Our tastes and appreciation change over time, I think.

For example, when I was a kid, I thought all country music sucked. Why? because it was referred to as "hillbilly". That, somehow, was a no no.

Well, listeners, it is odd how we manage to shed the cultural biases over time. As I have often remarked,

There have been so many people from different countries here, that I have absorbed part of the positive side of things as well as the understandably negative side.

So often, songs jump into my head that I have no idea from whence they came. All that we need is a clue from the environment.

When Try played that song on our little virtual radio station, I made light of it, but I do know that Freud is correct about one thing. Nothing is ever forgotten, simply suppressed or repressed, but even he and his cohorts have never attempted to analyze imagination. Thank God.

However, listeners, the configuration of spelling in any langauge continues to mystifies me. Razz
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Tryagain
 
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Reply Mon 13 Mar, 2006 06:18 pm
"spelling in any langauge continues to mystifies me."


I jest knowed I'd git the blame. Laughing


Artist: Imagination
Song: Just An Illusion


Searching for a destiny that's mine there's another place another time.
Touching many hearts along the way
yeah
hoping that I'll never have to say
It's just an illusion - illusion - illusion.
Follow your emotions anywhere
is it really magic in the air?
Never let your feelings get you down. Open up your eyes and look around
It's just an illusion - illusion - illusion.

Could it be that it's just an illusion putting me back in all this confusion?
Could it be that it's just an illusion now?
Could it be that it's just an illusion putting me back in all this confusion?
Could it be that it's just an illusion now?
Could it be a picture in my mind? Never sure exactly what I'll find.
Only in my dreams I turn to find. Here for just a moment then you're gone.

It's just an illusion - illusion - illusion.
Could it be that it's just an illusion putting me back in all this confusion?
Could it be that it's just an illusion now?
Could it be that it's just an illusion putting me back in all this confusion?
Could it be that it's just an illusion now? . . .
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djjd62
 
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Reply Mon 13 Mar, 2006 06:42 pm
Kirsty MacColl

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Kirsty MacColl (10 October 1959 - 18 December 2000), was a British pop singer-songwriter.

Family life and career

MacColl was the daughter of dancer Jean Newlove and noted folk singer Ewan MacColl. Her father had been spied on by MI5 because of his alleged links with communism. She grew up in Croydon.

Her initial career followed a substantially different path than that of her father; she first came to notice when Stiff Records released an EP by the band the Drug Addix, a punk-pop band she fronted under the pseudonym Mandy Doubt. Label executives were not impressed with the band but liked her and signed her to a solo deal.

Her debut solo single "They Don't Know", released in 1979, was an huge airplay hit in the UK, but never reached the shops due to a distributors' strike. After another single, "You Caught Me Out" failed to chart, MacColl felt she lacked Stiff's full backing and moved to Polydor Records in 1981. She had a UK Top 20 hit with the witty yet meaningful "There's A Guy Works Down The Chip Shop Swears He's Elvis," taken from her critically acclaimed debut album Desperate Character.

Lasting success again failed to materialise and in 1983 Polydor dropped her just as she had completed recording the songs for a planned second album. She returned to Stiff, where pop singles such as "Terry" and "He's On the Beach" went nowhere but a cover of Billy Bragg's "A New England" in 1985 got to Number 7 in the UK charts. This included two extra verses specially written by Bragg for MacColl, and caused sniggering when she released it, as she had to sing the line "I loved you then as I love you still; Though I put you on a pedestal, You put me on the pill" while in the latter stages of pregnancy.

MacColl was probably most recognizable in the United States as the writer of "They Don't Know". Tracey Ullman's version, helped by a video guest-starring Paul McCartney, reached Number 2 in the UK in 1983 and the Top Ten in North America. (It was also played over the closing credits of Ullman's HBO show Tracey Takes On for much of the show's run.)

When Stiff went bankrupt in 1985, MacColl was left unable to record in her own right as no record company bought her contract from the Official Receiver. However, her talents meant she was rarely short of session work as a backing vocalist, and she frequently sang on records produced or engineered by her husband, Steve Lillywhite, including tracks for The Smiths, Van Morrison and Talking Heads, amongst others.

MacColl re-emerged in the British charts in December 1987, reaching Number 2 with The Pogues on "Fairytale of New York", a duet with Shane MacGowan. This led to her accompanying The Pogues on their British and European tour in 1988, an experience which she said helped her temporarily overcome her stage fright.

She then bounced back as a songwriter and artist of substance, with Kite (LP) in 1989, widely praised by critics and featuring David Gilmour and Johnny Marr. MacColl's lyrics addressed life in Margaret Thatcher's England on "Free World", ridiculed the vapidity of fame in "Fifteen Minutes", and addressed the vagaries of love in "Don't Come The Cowboy With Me, Sonny Jim!"

Although Kite contained many original compositions of great quality, MacColl's biggest success from the album would be the cover of The Kinks' song "Days", which gave her a UK Top 20 hit. A bonus track on the CD version of Kite was a cover of the Smiths song "You Just Haven't Earned It Yet, Baby". These songs, and MacColl's success with "A New England", garnered her a reputation as being a "cover queen".

During this time, MacColl was also featured on the British sketch comedy French and Saunders, appearing as herself and singing songs, including "15 Minutes" (from Kite), "I Ride" and, with Ken Bishop, the Frank and Nancy Sinatra hit "Something Stupid". She continued to write, releasing the album Electric Landlady (a play on the Jimi Hendrix album title Electric Ladyland), including her most successful chart hit in North America, "Walking Down Madison" (co-written with Marr and a Top 30 hit in the UK), in 1991. Despite its U.S. chart success, Landlady was not a hit for Virgin Records, and in 1992, when Virgin was sold to EMI, MacColl was dropped from the label.

She released Titanic Days, inspired by her divorce from Lillywhite, in 1994, but again, MacColl was at the mercy of the industry; ZTT Records had agreed to release the album as a "one-off" and declined to sign her to a contract. The following year she released two new singles on Virgin, "Caroline" and a cover of Lou Reed's "Perfect Day" (a duet with Evan Dando), together with the "best of" compilation Galore.

Galore reached the Top 20 of the UK album charts, but neither of the new singles, nor a re-released "Days", made the Top 40. MacColl would not record again for several years; her frustration with the music business was exacerbated by a lengthy case of writer's block.

Several trips to Cuba restored MacColl's creative muse, and the world music-inspired (particularly Cuban and other Latin American forms) Tropical Brainstorm, often described as her finest work, was released in 2000. "Brainstorm" melded the Latinate music with her droll British lyrics to great effect. It included the song "In These Shoes", which garnered airplay in the U.S. and was covered by Bette Midler, featured in the HBO show Sex and the City and adopted by Catherine Tate as the theme tune for her BBC TV show.

MacColl's lyrics, at turns humorous, biting, and achingly sad, are hard to categorize, which sometimes presented a challenge to the commercial viability of her work. She developed a severe case of stage fright, which first struck during her early tours and which she never truly overcame. She was also devoted to her children, and would spend long periods of time away from the spotlight to focus on raising them.

MacColl's death and posthumous career

On 18 December 2000, while swimming in a restricted diving area with her family on a holiday in Cozumel, she was killed in a collision with a powerboat while managing to drag her son out of its path. The boat was owned by Mexican supermarket millionaire Guillermo González Nova (owner of Comercial Mexicana), who was on board with several members of his family.

A boathand, José Cen Yam, claimed to have been driving the boat and was found guilty of culpable homicide and, under Mexican law, allowed to pay a fine of 1034 pesos (about $90 USD) in lieu of a prison sentence of that many days. However, eyewitnesses contradict Cen Yam's claim to have been driving and also González Nova's claim that the boat was travelling at a speed of only one knot.

MacColl's family are campaigning for a judicial review into the events surrounding her death, including an application to the Inter-American Commission on Human Rights. The BBC has featured on several of its channels a documentary by Olivia Lichtenstein, entitled Who Killed Kirsty MacColl?

Since MacColl's death, Billy Bragg has always included "her" extra verses when performing "A New England". She was honored in 2002 with a memorial concert in London at the Royal Festival Hall, featuring a number of musicians that had worked with her, or been influenced by her.

In 2001, a bench was placed by the southern entrance to London's Soho Square as a memorial to her, after a lyric from one of her most poignant songs: "An empty bench in Soho Square/ If you'd have come you'd have found me there".

MacColl continues to receive media exposure; in 2004 a biography of MacColl authored by Karen O'Brien, Kirsty MacColl:The One and Only, was published. As for her music, a retrospective three-CD set spanning her full career, From Croydon To Cuba, was released in 2005. Titanic Days was re-released in 2005 as a deluxe 2CD set, and Kite and Electric Landlady were also remastered and rereleased with additional tracks. Her first album Desperate Character remains out of print, but some tracks from that work were included in the box set. On 7 August 2005, The Best of Kirsty MacColl (a single-disc version of From Croydon To Cuba, including the 'new' single "Sun on the Water") made its debut on the UK album charts at #17.

Fairytale of New York was rereleased in the United Kingdom in December 2005 with half of the proceeds being donated to the Justice for Kirsty Campaign.

Discography

* Desperate Character (July 1981)
* Kite (April 1989)
* Electric Landlady (June 1991)
* Titanic Days (February 1994)
* Galore (March 1995)
* Tropical Brainstorm (March 2000)


There's A Guy Works Down The Chip Shop Swears He's Elvis

Oh darling why'd you talk so fast
Another evening just flew past tonight
And now the daybreak's coming in
And I can't win and it ain't right

You tell me all you've done and seen
And all the places you have been without me
Well I don't really want to know
But I'll stay quiet and then I'll go
And you won't have no cause to think about me

There's a guy works down the chip shop swears he's Elvis
Just like you swore to me that you'd be true
There's a guy works down the chip shop swears he's Elvis
But he's a liar and I'm not sure about you

Oh darling you're so popular
You were the best thing new in Hicksville ...
With your mohair suits and foreign shoes
News is you changed your Pick-up for a Seville

And now I'm lying here alone
'Cause you're out there on the phone
To some star in New York
I can hear you laughing now and
I can't help feeling that somehow
You don't mean anything you say at all

There's a guy works down the chip shop swears he's Elvis
Just like you swore to me that you'd be true
There's a guy works down the chip shop swears he's Elvis
But he's a liar and I'm not sure about you

There's a guy works down the chip shop swears he's Elvis
Just like you swore to me that you'd be true
There's a guy works down the chip shop swears he's Elvis
But he's a liar and I'm not sure about you
I said he's a liar and I'm not sure about you
I said he's a liar and I'm not sure about you
He's a liar and I'm not sure about you


I'm Going Out With An 80 Year Old Millionaire

He buys me movies and I am the star
He sends me to work in a black shiny car
The girls in the chorus are jealous as hell
But I find it pays when you kiss and you tell
So I jetset around from one place to another
With lots of young geezers he thinks are my brothers
Britt's got her toy boys but I don't care
'Cos I'm going out with an 80 year old millionaire

The friends I once knew are a thing of the past
I can't stop to talk 'cos I'm moving too fast
I go to the shops with a chauffeur sometimes
He waits in the car 'cos it saves on the fines
Well you might think that when he's so rich that seems funny
But he got that way 'cos he's careful with money
Zsa Zsa's quite gaga but I don't care
'Cos I'm going out with an 80 year old millionaire

He won't last much longer if he keeps drinking gin
I filled up the bottle that's marked medicine
He says that he'll leave all his empire to me
And sitting on top is the best place to be
So don't get impatient now boys you must wait
We'll all have such fun when I own the estate
Britt's got her toy boys but I don't care
'Cos I'm going out with an 80 year old millionaire

Reporters all ask me if I'd ever switch
But I'd never leave him 'cos he's far too rich
You might want to punch me but you won't dare
'Cos I'm going out with an 80 year old millionaire

There's just one thing better than an old millionaire
That's a young millionairess and I'm almost there!


Don't Come The Cowboy With Me Sonny Jim!

Some boys with warm beds and cold, cold hearts
Can make you feel nothing at all
They'll never remember and they'll never mind
If you're counting the cracks in the wall
They're quick and they're greedy
They never feel guilty
They don't know the meaning of hurt
The boots just go back on
The socks that had stayed on
The next time they see you
They treat you like dirt
The next time they treat you like dirt

Now don't come the cowboy with me Sonny Jim
I know lots of those and you're not one of them
There's a light in your eyes tells me somebody's in
And you won't come the cowboy with me

Don't be too rough on my cold, cold heart
It's all I've got left to me now
I fell out of favour with Heaven somewhere
And I'm here for the hell of it now
Some girls play cowboys
And some boys play harder to get
But they're got just the same
They smile and say cheese
They're so eager to please
But they'll never remember your name
The names and the places all change

But don't come the cowboy with me Sonny Jim
I know lots of those and you're not one of them
There's a light in your eyes tells me somebody's in
And you won't come the cowboy with me

Did somebody tell you I'm lonely as hell?
I didn't expect you to know me so well
If I learned a lesson it's how to bounce back again
Sometimes I bounce off the wall
And sometimes my head hits the floor

So don't come the cowboy with me Sonny Jim
I know lots of those and you're not one of them
There's a light in your eyes tells me somebody's in
And you won't come the cowboy, oh
Don't come the cowboy with me Sonny Jim
I know lots of those and you're not one of them
There's a light in your eyes tells me somebody's in
And you won't come the cowboy with me
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 13 Mar, 2006 06:58 pm
For our Try:

Hey, brat, that "mystifies" was a typo. Laughing

Well, imagination is a real thing, but again:


I was mighty blue,
thought my life was through,
till the heavens opened,
and I gazed at you.
Won't you tell me, dear,
Why, when you appear,
something happens to me
and the strangest feeling
goes through me?
You do something to me,
something that simply mystifies me.
Tell me, why should it be
you have the power to hypnotize me?
Let me live 'neath your spell,
Do do that voodoo
that you do so well.
For you do something to me
that nobody else could do!
You do something to me,
something that simply mystifies me.
Tell me, why should it be
you have the power to hypnotize me?
Let me live 'neath your spell,
Do do that voodoo
that you do so well.
For you do something to me
that nobody else could do!
Since you came my way
I am bound to say
things I once thought gloomy
now both bright and gay.
I'm so happy now,
and I'm sure somehow,
of this transformation
there can be but
one explanation:
You do something to me,
something that simply mystifies me.
Tell me, why should it be
you have the power to hypnotize me?
Let me live 'neath your spell,
Do do that voodoo
that you do so well.
For you do something to me
that nobody else could do!
You do something to me,
something that simply mystifies me.
Tell me, why should it be
you have the power to hypnotize me?
Let me live 'neath your spell,
Do do that voodoo
that you do so well.
For you do something to me
that nobody else could do!

Coming up next, listeners, a tribute to our dj who knows what to play and what to say.
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hamburger
 
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Reply Mon 13 Mar, 2006 07:10 pm
letty : found a site with peter sellers and sophia singing a 'lovely duet' - hope you enjoy it . and while you are at it , try his rendition of 'bangers and mash' . hbg

...GOODNESS GRACIOUS ME...
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Tryagain
 
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Reply Mon 13 Mar, 2006 07:11 pm
Rock on Letty Razz


I have it playing now…

The Pogues - Fairytale of New York

(Kirsty MacColl)


It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night

The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last

I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 13 Mar, 2006 07:42 pm
For our dj:

A sober moment, my friend. I don't know Kirsty MacColl, but how tragic that her life should end at so young an age and in Cozumel, as I did that very place on the Where Am I thread. Thank you, Canada, for that background. Ah, well. I guess we could find coincidence in everything if we searched long enough.

hamburger, when I have the time, I most certainly will check out your reference. You know stuff, Canada. <smile>

Aha! there's that "rock on" from our Try. Fairytale of New York? Love it, cause I think New York is a fairy tale.

Somehow, this song emerged from somewhere:

For All We Know

-Words by Sam M. Lewis and Music by J. Fred Coots

For all we know we may never meet again
Before you go make this moment sweet again
We won't say "Good night" until the last minute
I'll hold out my hand and my heart will be in it

For all we know this may only be a dream
We come and go like a ripple on a stream
So love me tonight; tomorrow was made for some
Tomorrow may never come for all we know

So love me tonight; tomorrow was made for some
Tomorrow may never come for all we know.

And who in the world is Sam Lewis and Fred Coots? Don't think I want to know. If I have made a typo, fook it. Razz
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 13 Mar, 2006 08:32 pm
and let that be my goodnight song, my friends. A beautiful song for wonderful people.

But tomorrow will come.

From Letty with love
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Lord Ellpus
 
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Reply Tue 14 Mar, 2006 12:55 am
Good morning Letty, I hope you slept well.

I've only just picked up on the fact that you enjoyed my last "Pluto Shervington" song lyrics, so I've dug up another one for you.

First of all, as this contains a load of colloquial Jamaican, a little bit of translation is in order.....I received a lot of help from my good friend and colleague re. these lyrics, as his parents are Jamaican.

I also couldn't find the lyrics on google. It was only when the song was explained to me, that I realised what it was all about. I had been happily singing along to it for years, not knowing what the bloody hell the singer was saying.

Quick explanation....a mini bus on which a man is travelling, hits and kills a ram goat in the road. Rather than finding the owner, they all decide to cook and eat it, and he sings about the usefulness of goat in general, plus the dire consquences of dishonest action.

Very funny.


TRANSLATION

"Lick a ram goat" = Run over a ram goat, ie kill it.

"Bredda" = Brother, a fellow Jamaican.

"You shoulda dead mek we buy a pound a rice" = I think we've killed it, we should now get some rice in order to accompany the goat dish that we are about to cook.

"Mek" = Make ( fi mek = for making )

"Mannish Water" = A type of Jamaican stew....see recipe at bottom.

I-aman = Fellow Islander.

"A head, a yam and banana tip" = The ingredients tipped into the boiling water.

"Quarters a gwan" = A quarter of an hour has passed.


....and now.....THE SONG.......



RAM GOAT LIVER (Pluto Shervington)

Sunday gone, I jump on a mini bus
I really late but it's not my fault
And when we nearly reach by the terminus
I feel the bus come to a halt

We lick a ram goat down by the round-about
but just as if that could not suffice
A bredda run to the bus and start to shout
You shoulda dead mek we buy a pound a rice

Ram goat liver good for mek...... mannish water
Billy goat teeth mek the earring for your daughter
Curry goat lunch put a bite in your bark
It mek your daughter ....... It mek your daughter walk and talk

Well the news spread fast like a telegram
Nobody know where the goat come from
We raise a pot and a pan from an I-aman
Who sit down there all along

Two chews and the pot a boil
A head a yam and banana tip
Meanwhile quarters a gwan
Lick me goat and a (baaaaaah)... tek me sip

Ram goat liver good for mek........ mannish water
Billy goat teeth mek the earring for your daughter
Curry goat lunch put a bite in your bark
It mek your daughter .......... It mek your daughter walk and talk

Well I popped two belch and I never sighed
I tek a walk and go outta street
But while I waitin down the road fi to bum a ride
I feel a gripe and I start to feel very weak

Before too long you no have to ask
A runny belly like a judgement day
An' everybody in the road is dead with laugh
Its then I know that crime will never pay

Ram goat liver good for mek ..........mannish water
Billy goat teeth mek the earring for your daughter
Curry goat lunch put a bite in your bark
It mek your daughter ....... It mek your daughter walk and talk

Ram goat liver good fi mek........ mannish water
Billy goat teeth mek the earring for your daughter
Curry goat lunch put a bite in your bark
It mek your daughter ....... It mek your daughter walk and talk




THE RECIPES

http://www.jamaican-recipes.com/currygoat.html
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spidergal
 
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Reply Tue 14 Mar, 2006 01:18 am
Gujiyas for you all on Holi!
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Tryagain
 
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Reply Tue 14 Mar, 2006 05:24 am
Wake Up Lyrics
Artist: Run-D.M.C. (Buy Run-D.M.C. CDs)
Album: Run-D.M.C.

Miss Letty…
[Wake up], [wake up]
[Get up]
[Wake up], [wake up]
[Get up]
[Wake up]

When I woke up this morning and got out the bed
I had some really fresh thoughts going through my head
they were thoughts that came from a wonderful dream
it was the vision of a world working as a team

it was a dream [get up]
just a dream [wake up], [wake up], [get up]

There were no guns, no what
no tanks, no what, atomic bombs
and to be frank homeboy there were no arms
just people, working hand in hand
there was a feeling of peace all across the land

it was a dream [wake up]
just a dream [get up], [wake up], [wake up]

Between all countries there were good relations
there finally was a meeting to united nations
and everybody had an occupation
'cause we all worked together to fight starvation


it was a dream [wake up]
just a dream [wake up], [get up]

Everyone was treated on an equal basis
no matter what colors, religions or races
we weren't afraight to show our faces
it was cool to chill in foreign places

it was a dream [get up]
just a dream [wake up], [wake up], [get up]
[wake up], [wake up], [get up], [wake up]

All cities of the world were renovated
and the people all chilled and celebrated
they were all so happy and elated
to live in the world that they created

it was a dream [get up]
just a dream [wake up], [wake up], [get up]

There were no street people, we live rent free
and every single person had a place to be
a job, a home and the perfect pay
and the world was free of greed and hate

it was a dream [wake up]
just a dream [get up], [wake up], [wake up]

Unemployment was at a record low
and the presidents were chillin at our show
listening to the things that we had to say
and trying to create a new and brighter day

it was a dream [wake up]
just a dream [get up]
it was dream [wake up]
just a dream [wake up]



Thanks Spidergal, I will try one for breakfast.
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Letty
 
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Reply Tue 14 Mar, 2006 05:52 am
Good morning, WA2K radio fans and contributors.

L.E. that is one fabulous song. Love it, dear. It is a real treat to hear your patois of another time and place, and you do have a way with it. I will check out the goat curry recipe and see what I can do with it, Brit.<smile>

Hey, Miss India. YUM! Glad to see you back in our studio.

Try, I'm awake and you are right. That song IS a dream, but perhaps we can make it happen, somehow, each in our own way.

Well, folks. I have a busy day ahead, but I always love to see our friends from all over here.
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Letty
 
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Reply Tue 14 Mar, 2006 07:08 am
News from the music world:



Black Sabbath, Blondie Enter Rock Hall By DAVID BAUDER, AP Television Writer
1 hour, 30 minutes ago



NEW YORK - Between an ugly feud among Blondie members spilling over onstage and a rancorous letter from the absent Sex Pistols, the latest Rock and Roll Hall of Fame class did not enter quietly on Monday.


The animosity even made Ozzy Osbourne, inducted with Black Sabbath, seem sedate.

As midnight arrived under the chandeliers of the Waldorf-Astoria's grand ballroom, Lynyrd Skynyrd was performing the song that launched countless cigarette lighters, "Free Bird," to celebrate their own induction. Famed jazz trumpeter Miles Davis completed the honorees.

When Blondie, the most commercially successful band to emerge from a fertile New York rock scene that also produced Talking Heads and the Ramones, reformed after 15 years, they didn't include former members Frank Infante and Nigel Harrison. They sued unsuccessfully to join.

Infante, Harrison and Gary Valentine, another former member left behind in a business dispute, were barely acknowledged by former chums Deborah Harry, Chris Stein and Clem Burke as they received their awards.

The only notable among those listed in which I was interested, listeners, was Herbie Hancock, one great jazz pianist.

One of my favorites by Herbie was Watermelon Man, but since it is an instrumental, I decided to play this one. It may not be the one that he did, but it will have to do:

Into the eye, eye of the hurricane

Black clouds are rushing in
The storm is ready to strike
The lightening flashes through the wasteland
Caught between the earth and sky
Hear the thunder roar
Got to find the key to the open door.

Runaway, hideaway,
Into the eye of the hurricane
Find your way, to saving grace,
Inside the eye of the hurricane.

Nations are rising up
There's war and rumors of war
Still there is famine, floods, and earthquakes
Persecution and distress
See the love grow cold
Just another sign as the day unfolds

Runaway, hideaway,
Into the eye of the hurricane
Find your way, to saving grace,
Inside the eye

Runaway, hideaway,
Into the eye of the hurricane
Find your way, to saving grace,
Inside the eye of the hurricane.
Hurricane!!
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