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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Sat 25 Mar, 2006 12:50 pm
Simone Signoret
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


Simone Signoret (March 25, 1921 - September 30, 1985), was a French actress.

She was born Simone-Henriette-Charlotte Kaminker in Wiesbaden, Germany to Andre and Georgette (Signoret) Kaminker. She was the oldest child of three, with two younger brothers. Her father, a linguist who later worked in the United Nations, was a French-born Jewish army officer, who brought the family to Neuilly on the outskirts of Paris. Signoret grew up in Paris in an intellectual atmosphere and studied the English language in school, earning a teaching certificate. She tutored in English and Latin and briefly worked part-time as a typist for a French collaborationist newspaper, Le Nouveau Temps, run by Jean Luchaire.

During the German occupation of France, Signoret formed close bonds with an artistic group of writers and actors who met at a cafe in the Saint-Germain-des-Prés quarter, Café de Flore. By this time, she had developed an interest in acting and was encouraged by her friends, including her lover, Daniel Gélin, to follow her ambition. In 1942, she began appearing in bit parts and was able to earn enough money to support her mother and two brothers as her father, who was Jewish and a French patriot, had fled the country in 1940 to join General DeGaulle in Britain. She took her mother's maiden name for the screen to help hide her Jewish roots.

Signoret's sensual features and earthy nature led to type-casting and she was often seen in prostitute roles. She won considerable attention in La Ronde (1950), a film which was banned briefly in New York state as being immoral. She won further raves, including an acting award from the British Film Academy, for her portrayal of yet another prostiute in Jacque Becker's Casque d'Or (1951). She went on to appear in many notable films in France during the 1950s including Therese Raquin (1953), Les Diaboliques (1954), and The Crucible (1957).

In 1958, Signoret went to England to film Room at the Top (1959), which won her numerous awards including the Academy Award for Best Actress. She was the first woman to win the award appearing in a foreign film. She was offered films in Hollywood but turned them down and continued to work in France and England. She did return to America for Ship of Fools (1965) which earned her another Oscar nomination and she went on to appear in several Hollywood films before returning to France in 1969.

In her later years, she was often criticized for gaining weight and letting her looks go but Signoret, who was never concerned with glamour, ignored the insults and continued giving finely etched performances. She won more acclaim for her portrayal of a weary madam in Madame Rosa (1977) and as an unmarried sister who unknowingly falls in love with her paralyzed brother via anonymous correspondence in I Sent a Letter to my Love (1980).

Her memoirs, Nostalgia Isn't What It Used To Be, were published in 1978. She also wrote a novel, Adieu Volodya, published in 1985, the year of her death.

First married to the filmmaker Yves Allégret from 1947 to 1949, with whom she had a daughter Catherine Allégret, herself an actress. Her second marriage was to the Italian-born actor Yves Montand in 1950, a union which lasted until her death.

She died of pancreatic cancer in Auteuil-Anthouillet, France; and is buried in Le Père Lachaise Cemetery in Paris.

The late American singer, pianist and composer Nina Simone took her stage name from Signoret.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simone_Signoret
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Sat 25 Mar, 2006 12:53 pm
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Sat 25 Mar, 2006 12:58 pm
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sat 25 Mar, 2006 12:59 pm
Some lyrics from SONG CYCLE, by Van Dyke Parks

Palm Desert
(Van Dyke Parks)

By Palm Desert to market to buy. Tenderfoot up to date palms of the real estate. By Palm Desert springs often run dry.

I came west unto Hollywood, never-never land. Juxtaposed to B.B.D. and O. Beyond San Fernando on hillside manors on the banks of toxicity those below and those above the same.

Dreams are still born in Hollywood I don't understand. Just suppose the youngster knows he's had a good deal of fortune and up through the babble on the fair banks complicity, buy your leave or stay beyond the game.

Palm Desert not fade away. Palm Desert I wish I could stay. Palm Desert sages abound. So head your head to the ground round.

Meanwhile in the wild west of Hollywood age is losing hold. Inasmuch as you are touched to have withstood by the very old search for the truth within the bounds of toxicity. Left unsung so I have strung the frame.


Widow's Walk
(Van Dyke Parks)

Widows walk ado walk on as in years of yore. The thought of you divided thus! It just maybe due to discuss in cold turkey moUrning in the willows. Or was it the wind. You recollect we all suspect the mortal door will open the sore mind. The widows walk and wail among the willows. Widows walk ado walk on.

Widows face the future. Factories face the poor. The fact remains the peril strains the mind a bit. To have done and quit with it widows walk and wail among the willows. Widows walk ado walk on.

I'm guessing this is called civil, regrettably strife. So lessen your appalled pall mall and middle life. Long last a hymn to Him to help you on your way.

Contented is the boat. By chance how forlorn the shore. I've meant to take the chance to turn you 'bout the floor so trim the prim the lame have rose to say widows walk and wail among the willows. Widows walk and do si do the willows. Widows walk ado walk on.


Laurel Canyon Blvd.
(Van Dyke Parks)

What's up Laurel canyon, hay. What is up in Laurel Canyon the seat of the beat to greet and eat at the heart of their companion way. That's up Laurel Canyon. And what is up the Canyon will even eventually come down.


The All Golden
(Van Dyke Parks)

He is not your run of the mill garden variety Alabama country faire. Left on Silver Lake he keeps a small apartment top an Oriental food store there. He returned from Alabama to see what he could see.

Off the record he is hungry though he works hard in his Alabama country fair. I should think he'd fade away the way that Bohemians often bare the frigid air. He returned from Alabama to see what he could see.

Constant commentary by the wayside. Nowadays them country boys don't cotton much to one two three four. Rest your team. Work out in the All Golden! You will know why hayseeds go back to the country.

Constant calm might still our stately union. Nowadays a Yankee dread not take his time to wend to sea. Forget to bear your arms in the All Golden. You will know why hayseeds go back to the country. Might as well not 'low for one more go round. That's all folks. Them hayseeds go back to the country. Ja git it? Alright.
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Sat 25 Mar, 2006 01:06 pm
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bobsmythhawk
 
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Sat 25 Mar, 2006 01:10 pm
Paddy and Kathleen

Paddy staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking buddy, Seamus.
He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Kathleen.

He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs
bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step. As he caught himself by grabbing
the banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on his rump. A
whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing especially
painful. Managing not to yell, Paddy sprung up, pulled down his pants,
and looked in the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and
bleeding. He managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids and began
putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood. He then
hid the Band-Aid box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed.

In the morning, Paddy woke up with searing pain in both his head and butt
and Kathleen staring at him from across the room.

She said, "You were drunk again last night, weren't you Paddy?"

Paddy said, "Why you say such a mean thing?"

"Well," Kathleen said, "it could be the open front door, it could be the
broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood
trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but
mostly...
it's all those Band-Aids stuck on the hall mirror."
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 25 Mar, 2006 01:16 pm
Razz Well, for a moment we were concerned that our hawkman had been deprived of sleep and taken the wrong sleep aid.

Love the part about the bandaids on the mirror, Bob.

Back later to review all contributions, folks, but I need a light luncheon.
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Tryagain
 
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Reply Sat 25 Mar, 2006 01:37 pm
Artist: Sheryl Crow
Song: Steve McQueen Lyrics


Well I went to bed in Memphis
And I woke up in Hollywood
I got a quarter in my pocket
And I'd call you if I could
But I don't know why
I gotta fly
I wanna rock and roll this party
I still wanna have some fun
Iwanna leave you feeling breathless
Show you how the west was won
But I gotta fly
I gotta fly

Like Steve McQueen
All I need's a fast machine
And I'm gonna make it all right
Like Steve McQueen
Underneath your radar screen
You'll never catch me tonite

I ain't takin' sh** off no one
Baby, that was yesterday
I'm an all American rebel
Makin' my big getaway
Yeah, you know it's time
I gotta fly

Like Steve McQueen
All I need's a fast machine
And I'm gonna make it all right
Like Steve McQueen
Underneath your radar screen
You'll never catch me tonite

We got rock stars in the White House
And all our pop stars look like porn
All my heroes hit the highway
'Cause they don't hang out here no more

You can call me on my cell phone
You can page me all night long
But you won't catch this free bird
I'll already be long gone

Like Steve McQueen
All we need is a fast machine
And we're gonna make it all right
Like Steve McQueen
All we need's a fast machine
And we're gonna ride it, all right
Like Steve McQueen …
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 25 Mar, 2006 01:52 pm
Well, folks, I think we know most of Bob's Bio people, but this one I have met personally, and he plays drums:

http://images.hollywood.com/images/4_1713323.jpg

edgar, not familiar with your song, but thanks, Texas for the lyrics.

Still, trying to figure out why Tico dedicated those songs to Walter and Gus. No matter, Kansas. We don't need to know the reason why.

AHA! Love that song, Try, you are very, very sly.<smile>

Hope I didn't miss anyone.
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Ticomaya
 
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Reply Sat 25 Mar, 2006 01:59 pm
Letty wrote:
Still, trying to figure out why Tico dedicated those songs to Walter and Gus. No matter, Kansas. We don't need to know the reason why.


Here you go, Letty.
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 25 Mar, 2006 02:15 pm
Thanks, Tico. I can't believe that Gus even likes music, let alone listens to it. <smile>

Now Walter I can understand, cause he's a car drivin' man with a penchant for dixieland.

You know, listeners, I received a message from my sister today reminding me of what my daddy used to sing, and for some reason this poem came to mind. Perhaps it's because my sister owns the one room school house in which my mom and my grandmother taught:

Look closely at that last line, because it says so much about real love.

In School-Days


Still sits the school-house by the road,
A ragged beggar sleeping;
Around it still the sumachs grow,
And blackberry-vines are creeping.

Within, the master's desk is seen,
Deep-scarred by raps official;
The warping floor, the battered seats,
The jack-knife's carved initial;

The charcoal frescoes on its wall;
Its door's worn sill, betraying
The feet that, creeping slow to school,
Went storming out to playing!

Long years ago a winter sun
Shone over it at setting;
Lit up its western window-panes,
And low eaves' icy fretting.

It touched the tangled golden curls,
And brown eyes full of grieving,
Of one who still her steps delayed
When all the school were leaving.

For near it stood the little boy
Her childish favor singled;
His cap pulled low upon a face
Where pride and shame were mingled.

Pushing with restless feet the snow
To right and left, he lingered;---
As restlessly her tiny hands
The blue-checked apron fingered.

He saw her lift her eyes; he felt
The soft hand's light caressing,
And heard the tremble of her voice,
As if a fault confessing.

"I'm sorry that I spelt the word:
I hate to go above you,
Because,"---the brown eyes lower fell,---
"Because, you see, I love you!"

Still memory to a gray-haired man
That sweet child-face is showing.
Dear girl! the grasses on her grave
Have forty years been growing!

He lives to learn, in life's hard school,
How few who pass above him
Lament their triumph and his loss,
Like her, because they love him.

John Greenleaf Whittier
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Walter Hinteler
 
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Reply Sat 25 Mar, 2006 02:18 pm
Thanks for that (really great song(s)!


Not specially dedicated to anybody ... :wink:

The warden threw a party in the county jail.
The prison band was there and they began to wail
The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing
You should've heard those knocked out jailbirds sing

Let's rock, everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone,
Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone.
The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang,
the whole rhythm section was the Purple Gang.

Let's rock, everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

Number forty-seven said to number three:
"You're the cutest jailbird I ever did see.
I sure would be delighted with your company,
come on and do the Jailhouse Rock with me."

Let's rock, everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

The sad sack was a sittin' on a block of stone
way over in the corner weepin' all alone.
The warden said, "Hey, buddy, don't you be no square.
If you can't find a partner use a wooden chair."

Let's rock, everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

Shifty Henry said to Bugs,
"For Heaven's sake, no one's lookin',
now's our chance to make a break."
Bugsy turned to Shifty and he said,
"Nix nix, I wanna stick around a while and get my kicks."

Let's rock, everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 25 Mar, 2006 02:32 pm
Well, Walter, I guess that settles it. You're a rocker after all. Wasn't that by someone named Elvis?

For some unexplainable reason, listeners, this song just surfaced:

Artist: Blue Lyrics
Song: Get Ready Lyrics


Get Ready

I never met a girl who makes me feel the way that you do (you're alright),
Whenever I'm asked who makes my dreams real,
I say that you do (you're outta sight),

So fee, fi, fo, fum,
Look out baby, 'cause here I come,

And I'm bringin' you a love that's true,
So get ready, so get ready,
I'm gonna try to make you love me too,
So get ready, so get ready, 'cause here I come,
(Get ready, 'cause here I come)
I'm on my way,
(Get ready, 'cause here I come)

If you want to play hide and seek with love let me remind you (it's alright),
The lovin' you're gonna miss in the time,
It takes to find you (it's outta sight)

So fiddle-ee-dee, fiddle-ee-dum,
Look out baby, 'cause here I come,

And I'm bringin' you a love that's true,
So get ready, so get ready,
I'm gonna try to make you love me too,
So get ready, get ready, 'cause here I come.
(Get ready 'cause here I come)
I'm on my way.
(Get ready 'cause here I come)

All my friends should want you too I understand it (be alright)
I hope I get to you before they do,
The way I planned it (be outta sight),

So twiddle-ee-dee, twiddle-ee-dum,
Look out baby, 'cause here I come,
And I'm bringin' you a love that's true,
So get ready, so get ready,
I'm gonna try to make you love me too,
so get ready, get ready, 'cause here I come,
I'm on my way
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sat 25 Mar, 2006 05:43 pm
Here is Streets of Bakersfield, by Dwight Yokum and Buck Owens, who died today.

I came here looking for something
I couldn't find anywhere else
Hey, I'm not trying to be nobody
Just want a chance to be myself

I've done a thousand miles of thumbin'
I've worn holes in both my heels
Trying to find me something better
On the streets of Bakersfield

Chorus:

You don't know me, but you don't like me
You say you care less how I feel
But how many of you that sit and judge me
Have ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?

Spent sometime in San Francisco
Spent a night there in the can
They threw this drunk man in my jail cell
Took fifteen dollars from that man
Left him my watch and my old house key
Don't want folks thinkin' that I'd steal
Then I thanked him as I was leaving, and
I headed for the streets of Bakersfield

Chorus:

You don't know me, but you don't like me
You say you care less how I feel
But how many of you that sit and judge me
Have ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?

You don't know me, but you don't like me
You say you care less how I feel
But how many of you that sit and judge me
Have ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?

How many of you that sit and judge me
Have ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?
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Tryagain
 
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Reply Sat 25 Mar, 2006 05:50 pm
"Try, you are very, very sly."
Oh! Letty you do flatter me so.

Sly and the family Stone it is not…


Creedence Clearwater Revival
Proud Mary

Left a good job in the city,
Workin' for the man ev'ry night and day,
And I never lost one minute of sleepin',
Worryin' 'bout the way things might have been.

Chorus:
Big wheel keep on turnin',
Proud mary keep on burnin',
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.

Cleaned a lot of plates in memphis,
Pumped a lot of pain down in new orleans,
But I never saw the good side of the city,
'til I hitched a ride on a river boat queen.

Chorus

Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.

If you come down to the river,
Bet you gonna find some people who live.
You don't have to worry 'cause you have no money,
People on the river are happy to give.

Chorus

Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.


Ps: Edgarblythe; thanks, I like those lyrics.
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 25 Mar, 2006 06:06 pm
and a P.S. to edgar. Hey, Texas, you missed my announcement of Buck, and his "Act Naturally" song, but them is good lyrics you just contributed.

Try, I LOVE Proud Mary. Did Tina Turner do that as well? Hmmm. I know Sly and the Family Stone, but I need to do an archives check.

It seems, folks, that I am always getting that group confused with Sister Sledge and "We Are Family." Love that one, too, so why not play it.

This does describe us all, no?



We are family
I got all my sisters with me
We are family
Get up everybody and sing

Everyone can see we're together
As we walk on by
(FLY!) and we fly just like birds of a feather
I won't tell no lie
(ALL!) all of the people around us they say
Can they be that close
Just let me state for the record
We're giving love in a family dose

We are family
I got all my sisters with me
We are family
Get up everybody and sing

We are family
I got all my sisters with me
We are family
Get up everybody and sing

Living life is fun and we've just begun
To get our share of the world's delights
(HIGH!) high hopes we have for the future
And our goal's in sight
(WE!) no we don't get depressed
Here's what we call our golden rule
Have faith in you and the things you do
You won't go wrong
This is our family Jewel

We are family
I got all my sisters with me
We are family
Get up everybody and sing

We are family
I got all my sisters with me
We are family
Get up everybody and sing
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Tryagain
 
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Reply Sat 25 Mar, 2006 06:20 pm
Guess who?


Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten

Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the D. A.
Look out kid
Don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don't try "No Doz"
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows

Get sick, get well
Hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders
Watch the parkin' meters

Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin'
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don't wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don't work
'Cause the vandals took the handles


"The pump don't work 'Cause the vandals took the handles."
They don't write them like that anymore. Laughing
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sat 25 Mar, 2006 06:41 pm
Chuck Berry time. School Day

Up in the mornin' and out to school
The teacher is teachin' the golden rule
American history and practical math
You studyin' hard and hopin' to pass
Workin' your fingers right down to the bone
And the guy behind you won't leave you alone

Ring, ring goes the bell
The cook in the lunch room's ready to sell
You're lucky if you can find a seat
You're fortunate if you have time to eat
Back in the classroom, open your books
Keep up the teacher don't know how mean she looks

Soon as three o'clock rolls around
You finally lay your burden down
Close up your books, get out of your seat
Down the halls and into the street
Up to the corner and 'round the bend
Right to the juke joint, you go in

Drop the coin right into the slot
You're gotta hear somethin' that's really hot
With the one you love, you're makin' romance
All day long you been wantin' to dance,
Feeling the music from head to toe
Round and round and round we go

Hail, hail rock and roll
Deliver me from the days of old
Long live rock and roll
The beat of the drums, loud and bold
Rock, rock, rock and roll
The feelin' is there, body and soul.
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 25 Mar, 2006 08:01 pm
Try, would that be Sly and family? <smile> but whoever it is, honey, I love the lyrics.

Hey, Texas. I know that man. Is his name Chuck?

Guess who?


I Want To Take You Higher



If you want me to stay
I'll be around today
To be available for you to see
I'm about to go



And then you'll know
For me to stay here I've got to be me
You'll never be in doubt
That's what it's all about
You can't take me for granted and smile
Count the days I'm gone
Forget reaching me by phone
Because I promise I'll be gone for a while

When you see me again
I hope that you have been
The kind of person that you really are now
You got to get it straight
How could I ever be late
When you're my woman takin' up my time
How could you ever allow
I guess I wonder how
How could you get out of pocket for fun
When you know that you never number two
Number one gonna be number one

I'll be good
I wish I could
Get this message over to you now
When you see me again
I hope that you have been
The kind of person you really are now
I'll be so good
I wish I could
Get the message over to you now

And then, listeners, there is the song, "Your Love has Lifted me Higher."
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